Chapter 49

Shourya's POV

When we were coming after wishing Mr. Singhania's daughter, Ishaan came and stood in front of us. He was my college mate and also my enemy. He is also a businessman and the number one womaniser.

I was shocked when he called Khushi "Mrs. Kapoor," because till now no one knows about our marriage, but I also felt a little happy when I heard him address her as Mrs. Kapoor.

He was looking at her from top to bottom with lustful eyes.

I wanted to punch that moron, but Khushi held my hand. I calmed my anger and told Khushi to stay away from him. After that, I asked her to sit there, and I would come in five minutes. Actually, I wanted to meet one of my clients, so I didn't want her to come with me because if they had asked me who she was, then what would I have to say? If I had said that she was my girlfriend, then she could be hurt, and if I had said that she was my wife, then that news somehow would have reached the media, and they could have made a fuss about it.

When I was coming after talking with my clients, Samaira came and wrapped her hand around my waist.

"Hey, baby,"

"Hi, Sam, you came alone?" I asked her.

"Yeah. You didn't even inform me that you would also come to the party?"

"Sam, Khushi has come with me," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. I know she will get angry.

"So, you brought trash with you, but you didn't have time to tell me." She scoffed.

"Samaira, her name is Khushi," I said, glaring at her. I don't know why, but I didn't like the way she addressed Khushi.

"Ohh, from when onwards did you become her love sick puppy?" She asked, gritting her teeth. "You are the one who used to call her by this name. Then now, what happened? Did you fall in love with her?"

"Noth-nothing like that, Sam. It's ju-" I tried to make her understand, but she cut me off, saying, "I know everything. I know that you started loving her."

"Sam, try to understand. I-I don't lo-love her," I said, holding her shoulders lightly.

Why am I stammering while saying this?

I wanted to go to Khushi. She was alone there, but Samaira stopped me and asked me to dance with her. I tried to deny it once, but she became sad, so I thought to dance with her, but my mind was still on Khushi.

When I saw her with Rahul, I felt relief but also felt jealousy. She was so close to him. I know Rahul is treating her as his sister, but still, she should not go close to any other guy than me.

"And why so?" My subconscious asked me.

Because she is my wife..

"Have you ever considered her your wife?" Again, it mocked me.

When I was dancing with Khushi, I felt so good. I felt as if we were in heaven. I always feel different whenever I go close to her. Different feelings start to bubble inside me.

Why don't I feel that way with Samaira?

Nowadays, we are working really hard to get Mr. Wilton White's deal. It's really an important to our company. He is a great businessman, and is at the top his company is top, and our S.K. company is on the second position. So, some how I want that deal. Our employees are really working hard. I just hope that we get that deal. I am going home late after working.

Today, I thought to take Khushi out for dinner. There, I will apologise to her properly. I will also get a chance to know her.

Khushi's POV

I was arranging my clothes when I got a call from Patel Uncle.

"Hello, uncle, how are-"

"Khushi, come to our restaurant fast. Please."

"Uncle, what happened? Why are you crying?"

"Please, Khushi, come fast."

"But, un-" he cut the call.

Oh God! What happened to him? Did something happen to the restaurant? My heart started thumping faster.

I dressed up. Today Shourya will be late because these days we are working on an important presentation.

I took a cab to go to the Royal Restaurant. After some time, I reached there.

I ran inside. Patel uncle's back was facing me.

"Uncle, what happened? Why were you crying?" I asked in worry.

He turned toward me and smiled. I furrowed my brows with confusion because a few minutes ago he was crying and now he is smiling. What's going on?

"Uncle, what happened?" I asked again.

"See your back."

I furrowed and turned back.

"SURPRISEEE!" All the staff said at once, which made me flinch, but seeing the person standing in front of me made me jump in happiness.

Ritik was standing there with a huge smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with tears, and beside him was Nitya smiling at me.

"Ritik!"

I didn't waste a second; I ran and hugged him tight. Happy tears started flowing from my eyes.

He hugged me back and kissed my hair.

"Hey, cutie pie, how are you?"

"I am fine. I missed you so much," I said, hugging him more tightly.

He broke the hug. "By the way, I didn't miss you," he said, wiping away my tears.

I furrowed. "You know, I miss your cheeks," he said, pulling my cheeks. I slapped his hands and glared at him.

"You idiot, stay away from her. You made her cry," Nitya came and pushed him away from me.

Jealous Nitya mode on.

"Who are you to tell me? She is my best friend." Ritik asked, smirking at her.

Oh God, now their world war will start

"Don't you dare say that. He is only my friend. Only MY," she snapped at him.

All the staff were looking at them as if, after a long time, they had something for their entertainment. Even Patel uncle was enjoying their fight.

"Who told you that? She was, is, and will be my friend. You go and do your friendship with lizards," I know this boy is enjoying himself by irritating Nitya.

"You monkey!" She was looking around to throw something at him.

"Guys, Please stop it! And you, Nitya, how many times should I tell you that he is also my friend and brother. Why are you getting jealous of Ritik, huh? I love you both EQUALLY," I said, keeping my hands on my hips.

"But I know cutie pie loves me more than anyone," Ritik said, stretching the last word while looking at Nitya.

This guy.. I think his face is itching for Nitya's punches..

"Ritik," I glared at him.

"Sorry," he said holding his ears.

I turned towards Patel uncle. "Uncle, you really scared me. I thought something happened to our restaurant."

They laughed.

"It's your brother's idea, Khushi. He forced me to do that," he accused, pointing at Ritik.

"Ritik, what if I got a heart attack while coming? I would not be able to see your surprise."

He smacked my head.

"Never say something like that," he said, giving me an angry glare.

"Anyways, I like my surprise," I said, looking at him.

He smiled and kissed my forehead. "Come, let's sit and talk." He dragged me toward one table.

Oops, Nitya.

When I looked behind me, Nitya was on the same spot, and her eyes were filled with tears. I immediately got up and went towards her.

"Nitya, what happened? Why are you crying?"

"Your old friend is back now. Now I don't think you need me. See, now you forgot about me and went with him." She chuckled sadly.

God, this girl...

I immediately hugged her tight. "Please don't say that Nitya. I need you both in my life. When he was not here at that time, you were there with me. I know he is my childhood friend, but that doesn't mean I will forget you. You are also an important person in my life."

How can she say that I don't need her.....stupid girl.

I broke the hug and wiped her tears. "Come, let's sit there with him. Try to make friendship with him. My brother is not that bad, Nitya."

"I don't want to make friendship with that monkey," she snapped.

I shook my head.

"Khushi, why did you bring this lizard here? There are no insects here," Ritik asked me, raising his brows. "I think this lizard, which is sitting beside you, has eaten all of them," he joked and started to laugh, and we both were glaring at him. He is not leaving a single chance to annoy her.

Before I said anything, Nitya took a glass of water and threw it on his face. "Don't you dare call me a lizard. You are the one who is lizard...a monkey... an elephant...a rotten rat!" She shouted at him.

"Are you mad, Nitya?" He said, glaring at Nitya.

"Yes, I am mad, and you are making me mad," she shouted, banging the table. All the customers and staff were looking at us.

"Will you both shut your mouths or should I walk out from here?" I got up.

"Tell him first to shut his mouth, Khushi."

"Ok, do one thing. You both continue your fighting. I am leaving. I also have lots of work," I said, taking my bag and turning to leave, but Ritik held my hand.

"Ok sorry. We will not fight. Please sit," he said, making puppy eyes.

I rolled my eyes and sat.

"I am bringing something to eat," Nitya said and left from there.

"How is Ragini aunty?" I asked.

"Mom is fine. Since I kept my foot in the house, she has continuously been nagging me, saying, "my son has become so thin, eat something," or "my son is looking so weak, eat something."

I laughed. "All moms are the same."

He shook his head sighing. "yeah, true."

"By the way, Ritik, you are looking more handsome now," I said, winking at him. Though he was already handsome, but he is now looking totally different. "Don't you have a girlfriend?"

He shook his head. "No, Khushi. Your handsome brother didn't get a girlfriend till now," he said, making a sad pout.

"Oh really?" I raised my eyebrows. "You didn't get or you never saw any other girl than Nitya?"

His eyes widened. "Shhh, Khushi, speak slowly, and by the way, it's nothing like that," he said, looking everywhere but at me.

"Oh, come on, Mr. Patel. I am your sister, and I know you very well. And I also know that you like Nitya," I said, keeping my hands on the table.

"You little devil, speak slowly. Otherwise, if that lizard listens to us, then she will surely eat me," he whisper yelled at me.

"First, tell me, don't you feel something for her?"

"No," he said without looking at me.

"Look into my eyes and tell me."

"Khushi, please," he whined.

"What Khushi please? Tell me the truth. Don't act like a shy girl," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Oh God, Khushi, yes I like her. Happy now?" Finally, he accepted

"I am more than happy!" I clapped happily.

Oh ho, my brother is in love.

All the people were looking at me as if I were a mad girl who came running from a mental hospital.

"Who is that unlucky girl?" Nitya came with a tray of snacks and juice and kept it on the table.

Ritik's face went pale. "Why-why do yo-you want to know that?"

"So, I can go and tell her that she is unlucky for having a monkey like you in her life." She replied, sitting beside me.

That girl is you, sweetheart.

"Don't say something like that to my bro," I said, glaring at her. "That girl will be a lucky one to have a boyfriend like my brother."

She rolled her eyes at me.

"So, Ritik, you suddenly came. You didn't even inform us about your coming?" I asked.

"Actually, I have come here with my Mr. Wilton White. He has come to offer a deal. Let's see with whom he will accept to deal."

"Ohh, that Mr. White is from New York?"

He nodded.

"Our company is also trying hard. I just hope we get that deal."

"Which company do you work for?" He asked.

"S.K company." I replied

"Ohh, it's Umesh Kapoor's company, right?"

"Yes, but now he handed it over to Shourya."

"Now don't ask who is Shourya," Nitya said, rolling his eyes.

"I know he is a big business tycoon, and-" Nitya didn't let him finish his sentence. "And he is Khushi's husband."

"What?" He almost shouted. I know he is surprised because I didn't tell him that I am married to Shourya. He only knew that I am married to someone I love, but to whom, he didn't know.

"Is it true, Khushi?" I nodded.

"Guys, Please stop this business talk. I am feeling sleepy listening to your business talks. Let's talk about something else," Nitya whined, and she started having sandwiches.

"By the way, Khushi, how is your marriage life going?" Nitya asked, looking at me.

"Good," I said.

"Are you sure? Because I can't see any emotions while you're saying this," Ritik said, suspiciously looking at me.

Nitya was looking at me doubtfully.

"Why are you both looking at me like that?" I asked. "And come on, Ritik, it's not like there should be emotions on my face every time," I said.

"Hmm, if you say so."

I know he is not fully satisfied with my answer.

"Khushi, is everything good between you and Shourya?" Nitya asked me with a concerned look.

"Yes, Nitya, everything is fine," I said,  giving her a smile.

After talking for some time, I went home.

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As soon as I opened the door, darkness welcomed me.

Maybe Shourya has not yet come.

Jenny only comes to clean the house. I  told her not to cook because me and Shourya eat our lunch in the canteen, or sometimes I pack lunch for both of us. So dinner I can cook after coming from office. She cleans the house in the morning and goes back.

After that, I freshened up and went downstairs to prepare dinner.

As I was going to the kitchen, I heard the sound of the main door closing.

Shourya was coming with a tired face. His hair was messed up, and his tie was loosened.

He came and sat on the couch.

All employees are really working hard to get Mr. White's deal to our company and Shourya being the boss, has everything on his head.

I took a glass of water and handed it over to him.

"Thanks," he said, taking that and dranking it in one go.

"You go and freshen up; till then, I will prepare dinner," I said, taking that empty glass.

"No, it's ok. You go and dress up. We are going out for dinner," he said and got up.

"But, Shourya, you are tired. Just give me a few minutes, and I will prepare dinner."

He is really tired. Why does he want to go out?

"Khushi, go and dress up. We are going out," he said, and he went upstairs.

I sighed.

When I went to the room, I heard the sound of water running in the bathroom. May be Shourya is taking a bath, so I thought to dress up before he comes out of the bathroom.

I wore my simple black dress, tied my hair into a ponytail, and applied my eyeliner and lipstick.

I was looking at myself in the mirror when suddenly Shourya came and hugged me from behind. I gasped at his sudden action. His hands were encircling  around my waist,  and his chin was on my shoulder. When I saw him through the mirror, he was only wearing his towel around his waist. He slowly removed the hair band, making my hair fall on my back.

"You look more beautiful when you keep your hair open," he said in a husky tone, sending tingling sensations through my body. Then I felt his finger on my neck.

What is he doing?

He put my hair on my left shoulder, and suddenly, he started giving me soft kisses on my shoulder. My legs became weak, and my heart started beating at an abnormal rate. The water from his hair was dripping on my shoulder. I closed my eyes to enjoy those kisses.

"Stop him, Khushi, stop him. He doesn't love you, he loves Samaira" my mind started yelling at me to stop him.

When the realisation hit me, I opened my eyes, freed myself from him, and maintained some distance between us.

"Hmm...I am rea-ready. I am wait-waiting for you downstairs."

I was really nervous.

He cleared his throat. "Hmm...ya-ya ..I am com-coming," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

I nodded and immediately left the room. My heart was really beating faster.

"Khushi, keep your distance from him. Otherwis,e you will get hurt later"  I said to myself.

After sometime, he came downstairs wearing his casuals.

"Let's go?"

"Ya," I nodded.

The ride was filled with silence. I was enjoying myself looking out of the window.

After sometime, he stopped the car in front of the five-star hotel, which is one of the luxurious hotels in our city.

"Shourya, I think we should go to some other hotel," I said, looking at that hotel, and then I looked at him.

"Come on, Khushi, we will have our dinner here," he said, getting down from the car.

I rolled my eyes at him and got down.

He kept his hand on my waist protectively. A smile formed on my lips.

It feels good.

We entered the hotel and took one table.

"Hello, Ma'am. Hello Sir. Welcome to our HQ hotel," one waitress came with a notepad and a pen. "What would you like to have?" She asked, smiling at us.

I read the menu and ordered schezwan fried rice, Russian salad, and lemon chicken, and Shourya ordered the same.

Shourya's gaze on me makes me nervous. There was total silence. "So, how is the preparation work going?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Huh? Yeah, it's going well. I hope you asked the employees to give their work to you?"

"Ya, I have most of their work. I will arrange it and give it to you to check," I said.

He nodded.

"Remember, this deal is very important to our company. Till now, I didn't lose any deals, and now also I don't want to lose it by any chance, and I don't want any mistakes." His voice becomes serious.

I nodded.

He is really working hard for that deal. I hope we get Mr. White's deal.

"Don't worry. We will get that deal," I assured him.

Again, there was a complete silence, but he was continuously looking at me. Looking at his face, I can tell something was going through his mind. I averted my gaze from him.

He cleared his throat to gain my attention. "Actually, I want-wanted to say something," he said, stretching his neck.

Now what happened to him? Why is he stammering?

"Hmm..I am listening."

Suddenly he held my hands in his, making me gasp. I was looking at him with wide eyes.

"I-I am so-sorry for leaving you alone at the party," he said, looking directly  into my eyes. "You know that no one knows about our marriage. So if you had come with me, then they would have asked me about you and-"

I pulled my hands back.

So he was ashamed to introduce me as his wife.

"It's ok," I said, giving him a small smile.

Why will he introduce a middle-class girl as his wife? I mentally laughed at myself.

"So tell me about yourself."

"Huhh?" I gave him a questionable look.

Why does he suddenly want to know about me now?

"I said, tell me about yourself. I want to know about you. See, we live under the same roof, but we don't know about each other," he said, looking at me.

Ohh, now he knows that we live under the same roof and we don't know about each other. Idiot.

Ok, if he wants to know about me, then I also want to know about him.

"Let's do one thing. You ask me ten questions, and I will ask you ten questions," I said, keeping my hand on the table.

He nodded. "Ok."

Shourya's POV

I must say, even in this simple dress, she is looking damn hot. I can't avert my gaze from her.

It's really strange to say that we don't know about each other even after living under the same roof for almost four months. I don't know why, but I want to know her more. I want to know what she likes, dislikes, her favourites etc.

I cleared my throat. "Ok, I am starting," I said.

She nodded.

"What's your favourite colour?" I asked. Let's start with colour.

"Blue"

"What's yours?" She asked.

"Black"

"What's your favourite dish?" I asked, and her face lit up upon hearing this question.

"I don't have any specific favourite dish. All dishes are my favourites. You know, I am crazy for desserts."

I shook my head, smiling at her. I never saw her dieting, but she has a perfect figure. She eats everything, and I like that about her.

"And what's yours?" She asked me.

"I like aloo parathas a lot."

"I know," she mumbled, but I heard it.

"Ok, did you have a boyfriend before our marriage?" I asked her. I eagerly wanted to ask this question.

"Huh? Wha-what type of question is this?" She said, fidgeting her fingers.

"A question is a question," I replied. "You have to answer my question. Now tell me if you had a boyfriend before our marriage."

"No"

I was surprised. "Seriously?".

She nodded. "I never thought about it. I was busy studying, and I didn't have time for those things."

What?? Nowadays, even eight year old kids are making girlfriends and boyfriends and here my wife was- let it be... So, I am the first man to come into her life. I don't know why, but hearing that made me happy.

"And what about you? Did you have a girlfriend before Samaira?" She asked, looking at me suspiciously.

"Oh, come on, Khushi. Your this handsome husband was popular throughout high school and college. Girls used to beg me to give them a single look. I had hundreds of girlfriends," I said, praising myself, and imaginary patted my back.

She was looking at me dumbfounded, but later rolled her eyes, muttering "pervert."

"I heard that Khushi," I said, raising my one eyebrow.

Later, our food came, and we had our food silently.

"Done?"

"Yeah." She nodded.

"Khushi," we got up to go when someone called Khushi from behind.

She turned toward that man. "Hi, Abhay." She shook hands with him.

"You are here?" She asked him, smiling at him.

I immediately wrapped my hand around her waist. She looked at my hand and rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I had come here to meet one of my friends."

"Ohh!" She nodded.

"Who is this guy?" He asked.

Ohh, so he doesn't know me.

"Who? Oh, this is Shourya Kapoor," she said, pointing at me.

Only Shourya Kapoor? I know she is doing this intentionally.

"And Shourya, this is Abhay, my college friend."

Ohh he was her 'college friend' and here I am only Shourya Kapoor.

"Hi, Shourya," he extended his hand to shake.

"Hi, I am Khushi's husband," I said, shaking hands with him.

The smile he was giving to Khushi now dissappeard.

"Ohh, so you are her husband."

"Yes, I am. Excuse us now. We are getting late," I excused ourselves and dragged Khushi with me and pushed her inside the car.

"Hey, I met him after a long time, and you didn't even let me talk with him properly," she whined, making a sad pout.

"Why did you want to talk with him? He was looking at you as if he had gotten his favourite candy, and he was looking at me, no, not looking. He was glaring at me as if I had snatched that candy from him.. bas-"

"Don't even complete that word," she warned, glaring at me.

"And by the way, why didn't you introduce me as your husband?" I asked, increasing the speed of the car.

"Because you never introduced me to anyone as your wife." She shrugged her shoulders, as it were nothing, but there was sadness in her voice.

I felt a pang in my heart hearing that, but I don't have anything to say. I am out of words.

After that, the car was filled with silence.

"Hmm...By the way, Shourya, thanks for taking me out for dinner," she said, giving me a small smile.

"My pleasure, wifey," I winked at her. She smiled, and she started looking out.

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