Warrior - Chapter Sixty Three

I don't get it.

I just don't get it.

How the hell was Shalini Singh Raizada easily able to read my mind? Just like that?! Like what-?!

Am I becoming... soft? Is that what's happening to me? I mean how did I go from me easily able to hide everything from my family to now easily getting figured out by strangers?

Okay so maybe not strangers but... but by mother in-law and hus... husb... husband.

Geez, that was a bit of a struggle. But should it really be a struggle? Mm... I mean he's a friend but-

"Hey Bhabi!"

Snapping out of my thoughts, I looked up to see Akash and NK chilling in their beanbag chairs.

"Wanna play," NK continued.

Looking up at the screen, I see that they're playing Mario Kart.

"Mm, maybe later," I said. "I just wanted to let you two know that the Singhania's have invited us for tea and we're going."

Akash instantly paused the game. "Bhabi say what now?"

Ah, you poor boy! No seriously, seeing the fear in his eyes? This poor, poor boy.

And me being the bitch I am, smirked back.

"What's this Akash? You're not scared of them are you? Scared of a little crush?"

Akash let out a scoff. "Little?"

"Little crush is not how you describe that fiasco," NK said. "Obsession is more like it."

"Oh? Is that so," I smirked, crossing my arms as I tilted my head.

"All she ever did was look at me once and that was it," Akash scowled.

Seriously? Just a look? Not even some sappy romance type shit where he saved her from falling or some shit?

"Yeah right, you bumped into her," NK scoffed.

Now that's more like it. "Oh? Well, do tell," and I made myself comfortable in another beanbag.

"It was hardly a bump," Akash continued to scowl.

"Okay, fine, a tap then since your food mattered more."

Huh?

"He was on line to get food at some party we were at," NK clarified. "He wanted to get another naan being the fat shit that he is-"

"Hey," Akash exclaimed.

"And that's when he bumped into Maahi, and her eyes turned into hearts."

"Who said bread can't lead to romance," I frowned.

"It's creepy, that's what it is," Akash said. "Ever since then, she's pretty much been on my case... not to mention her mom being on my mom's case- heck, everyone's case."

"Mm hmm.... By the way, how old were you guys when this happened?"

"I was like what... 17 maybe? And she was... 15?"

Yikes! "What the fuck, that is a damn obsession!"

"Told you," NK shrugged.

What is it with these younglings? Geez-us!

"Well, regardless, you two are going," I said, and I got up.

"But Bhabi-"

"But nothing," I said, cutting the two off as I looked back at them. "You two will go, show me who this chick is, and we'll have some fun with it."

The boys instantly frowned.

"Hey, you guys have been seeing this girl and her mother trying very hard to get you, so it's only fair that I now get to be a part of that fun."

"And, uh... how is that supposed to happen," Akash asked.

"How am I supposed to know? We'll have to see how the one who's pining over you will behave. Should be humorous, I bet."

Akash let out a groan, tossing his head back.

"Don't be so dramatic," I smirked.

"Forget him, I'm on board," NK grinned.

"How lovely! Make sure to have your outfits ready."

"Gladly. Oh, by the way, have you heard from Nanav yet?"

Hearing his stupid nickname made me take in a sharp breath. "Not yet."

Without another word, I left and headed upstairs to my room.

How much longer will it be till he lands? It's been so fucking long already! Like what the fuck?! He said it would be a 12ish hour flight and it's been like 12ish fucking hours! It's almost 3! So where the fuck is this man?! How the hell has he not fucking landed yet?! The fucking pilot better be doing his fucking job right-!

My notification tone went off on my phone and not wasting another second, I turned it on to see if it was Arnav... only to see that it was only baby sis.

Squirt: did Jeeju land yet?

Hmmmmmmm!!!!!

Somehow a growl has managed to escape from my throat - not that I give a fuck to know where it fucking came from.

Ignoring her text, I entered my room. I see that the workers had left my shopping bag by the consoles, so I picked it up and went into the closet. Taking out the dress, I set it on a hanger and put it aside.

Lucky you are, Arnav Singh Raizada, to avoid this upcoming shit show. I mean seriously, I'd rather be at the stupid fucking convention with you than be at a dumb fucking tea party! At least then I could've seen you get your tattoo- well, once you'd decided what you're going to get. Speaking of which, I wonder if you have decided on it? I mean you've been on 12 hour fucking flight with more than enough fucking time to think since you aren't fucking reaching out! I mean what the fuck-!

My notification tone went off again.

Are you that dumb squirt to realize that if I haven't answered, then it's cause I don't fucking know! Multiple texts aren't-

But as I picked up my phone and looked at it, it turns out that it wasn't squirt, but Arnav.

A: just landed, getting into the car now. I'll call you once I get to the hotel

A sigh of relief escaped from my lips. 

Thank goodness he's- whoa, what the fuck?

Why am I relieved? Why am I so relieved? Why- why do I keep asking these why questions? Why this? Why that? Why, why, why, why?! What the fuck am I? A fucking toddler?! Fucking-! I am losing my shit. I'm totally losing it! I am fucking-!

Another notification goes off on my phone and I see that Arnav has snapped me. Tapping on it, a short video played of him getting off the jet and heading to an SUV.

Again, for whatever reason, I just feel relieved. It's so bizarre and... and yet not so bizarre. 

What's wrong with me? Why am I... why am I like this? This isn't who I am. Am I forgetting myself? Am I losing myself? I wan't like this before, I... I.... 

I mean I'm headstrong and a badass bitch with a foul mouth! I keep my emotions in so no one can tell what I'm thinking, and yet... and yet somehow, now two people can figure me out- well, okay, maybe not entirely. How Arnav manages to read me through, I still don't have a full fucking clue but Shalini Singh Raizada? ...well, it was just that one small thing- and okay, the incident at my haldi but....

Dammit Khushi, get it together! Stop falling weak! You don't know these people at all, stop mellowing out to them. And this fucking behavior over Arnav-! Oh shit, Arnav's calling!

Picking it up, I put my phone to my ear. "Are you at the hotel?"

"Uh, yes I am," and I just know he's smiling.

"Stop smiling," I scowled.

"I'm not smiling."

Yes you are! I can hear it!"

"How does one even hear a smile?"

"Oh don't use that tone with me Raizada, I know you well enough!"

Wait a minute, didn't I just say that I don't know these people at all? Then what the fu-?

"Okay, I'm not smiling anymore. Better?"

I only hummed in return. "How was your flight," I asked as I sat down on the bench and leaned back against the closet island.

"Way too long. It took a little longer than expected during refuel, but it all worked out well."

"You could've called then, too, you know."

"I didn't want to be a bother."

A bother? "A bother is not knowing where the fuck you are, not you fucking letting me know where the fuck you are!"

Honestly!

"Oh! Uh... well, I'm sorry, I'll remember to next time."

"You fucking better! Everyone's been asking me nonstop if I've heard from you and I had nothing to say cause you didn't reach out."

"But I did though."

"What?"

"I mean I snapped you those few times," and I just know that the man is frowning.

"Well-!"

Hold up, he has a point. I mean technically speaking he did reach out and contact in some way so.... I mean he literally messaged me right before I was asked if I had heard from him... and I denied that I had.

Why the fuck did I do that?

"...Khushi?"

"Huh, what?"

I really need to stop going into trances like this!

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just a thought, never mind all of that. Have you figured out your tattoo yet? You had more than enough time to think it over."

"Mmm, I did... and I think I have an idea of what I'm going to get."

"Oh? Well, do tell, Mr. CEO."

"I would but not yet - especially since it's still an idea. I'm gonna call my guy and work through it and get some ideas sketched out and maybe then."

Ugh, seriously?

I can't help but to roll my eyes with a scoff. "Really?"

"Yes, really. Like I said, it's only an idea for now, nothing finalized yet."

"Ugh, fine! Are you in your palatial suite yet," I frowned.

"I'm in my room, yes," he chuckled lightly.

"Did you wash up?"

"No, but I will, and then I'll order room service."

"Hmm.... Well... I'll let you go then. Keep me posted on things."

"Okay."

"Bye."

"Talk to you later."

I hung up and placed my phone aside. The feeling of relief flooded through me again, and for whatever reason, I looked over my right shoulder and looked at the spot where Arnav had me seated on the island on the night of my last episode. The memory of him changing my clothes with his eyes closed, played before my eyes. And as I turned back to look forward, the memory of Arnav kissing my hand at the park, way back before we even got married, played before my eyes as well.

Sigh... two weeks of this, huh?