Chapter Eight

Khushi ran to the main door and caught her breath. She couldn't believe what she had done!

Did I... did I just kiss him? Did i really, she said in her head.

Dhak-dhak!

Dhak-dhak!

Why does this keep happening? Why does my heart go crazy?

Dhak-dhak!

Dhak-dhak!

Khushi shut her eyes and an image of Arnav flashed before her. She quickly opened them and felt her heart speed up. She shut it again and an image of him popped up again. She opened them and couldn't figure out what was going on with her.

Taking a deep breath, she was about to open the door, when a strong pair of hands trapped her in between.

Dhak-dhak!

Dhak-dhak!

Dhak-dhak!

Dhak-dhak!

Khushi gulped and shut her eyes. She knew whose hands they were and she didn't think that she could face him.

"Khushi?"

Khushi felt tingles run up her spine from the sound of Arnav's voice. Arnav slowly turned her around and she continued to look down.

"It's okay Khushi," Arnav soothed.

Khushi looked up at him through her lashes.

"It doesn't matter if others saw."

Khushi gulped and looked down.

Dhak-dhak!

Dhak-dhak!

Dhak-dhak!

Dhak-dhak!

"Though I could've done it myself too."

Khushi gaped at him. And the Laad Governor was back. She turned to leave, but Arnav quickly placed his hands on the doors again and trapped her.

"Not so fast Khushi."

Khushi clutched onto her dupatta.

"You still haven't answered me."

Oh not that again, she cried in her head.

"Tell me Khushi. Give me an answer."

Khushi wouldn't answer so Arnav turned her around to face him. Khushi looked up at him and saw the softness in his eyes.

"Please answer me Khushi?"

To hear Arnav say please was like a miracle.

"Please say yes."

Khushi's eyes dilated. He was asking her to say yes? THE Arnav Singh Raizada really wanted her to marry him?

All of a sudden, Khushi's phone vibrated. She took the call and it was her Buaji telling her to hurry home fast.

"I'll be home soon Buaji," Khushi said into the phone, looking at Arnav.

Arnav looked slightly disappointed, not successfully hiding it all. He released Khushi and opened the door for her. She looked at him as she walked out the door, thanking him. Arnav attempted a smile, but that was all.

*~*

Khushi kept thinking of Arnav's actions when she got home. She was getting ready for the hawan when her phone rang. Without looking, Khushi picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Khushi."

Dhak-dhak!

Dhak-dhak!

It was Arnav.

"A-Arnavji?"

"Khushi, I'm still waiting for your answer," he said softly.

Khushi shut her eyes. Again, she exclaimed in her head. Why does he keep bugging me?! I mean this is my future at stake! Hey DM! What do I do?!

And then an idea clicked in her head. She thanked DM and smiled cockily.

Khushi smiled a broad smile. "Well Arnavji..."

Arnav got hype. He was waiting for her answer for too long. It felt like ages to him!

"...  I've been thinking about this carefully, and I mean really carefully..."

Arnav felt his heart race.

Dhak-dhak!

Dhak-dhak!

"... and after A LOT of thinking, I've come up with a decision."

Arnav took in a deep breath, but it didn't tame his heart.

Dhak-dhak!

Dhak-dhak!

Dhak-dhak!

Dhak-dhak!

"And my answer is..."

Please say yes, Arnav mentally pleaded.

"... no."

Arnav felt his heart drop. "... what?"

"I mean come on Arnavji! You're asking me to marry you, I get that, but you asked it so wrong!"

"What the-"

"Phirse aapki what the, what the." She twitched her mouth. "Arnavji, if you expect me to marry you, then your proposal has to be like my dream proposal."

"Dream proposal?"

"Haan! Dream proposal!" She sighed. "Where everything is just romantic," she said dreamily.

Arnav scrunched his eyebrows as Khushi continued.

"There will be flowers all over and bright lights! And in the skies... the skies will be filled with stars... and my Amma and Babuji will be watching from above," she said, tears brimmed in her eyes.

Arnav understood how much it meant to her and that at this moment, she was missing her parents a lot.

"Khushi?"

Khushi snapped back to reality. "I have to go... bye Arnavji."

"Bye Khushi."

Both hung up and Arnav knew what he had to do.