Chapter 55

Continuation

When she was about to reach the entrance of the kitchen, she heard something fall and break. So, she ran inside, and what she saw next shocked and angered her.

The whole kitchen was messed up. There was flour and water on the floor. There was masala powder all over the kitchen counter. The dustbin was filled with burned veggies, and the cook who was cooking in that kitchen was looking as if someone had applied masala to him to fry him. He was busy cooking. No, not cooking; he was busy burning the veggies.

She fumed in anger seeing the disastrous mess Shourya has created in the kitchen.

"Shouryaaaaa!"

He flinched at the sudden shouting of Khushi, and the slicer that was in his hand fell down on the floor.

"Khushi," He kept his hand on his chest to calm his racing heart. "Why are you shouting, women? You scared the hell out of me."

"What the hell is this?" She shouted at him, pointing around the messed-up kitchen.

"Actu-actually, I was coo-cooking," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Is this called cooking? Do you even know the 'C' of cooking?" She again shouted at him.

"Khushi, you will make me deaf by shouting at me like that. I was trying to cook by looking at YouTube videos," he said, showing his mobile to her, where a video of cooking was playing.

"Is this how they teach to cook, by messing up the whole kitchen? Look at the kitchen and what you have done to it, and look at you. By wearing that apron and a toque on your head, you will not become a chef. You are looking like a cartoon by wearing that toque," She said, gritting her teeth.

"I was trying to cook something special for you, so you can forgive me," he said, making a sad pout.

Khushi's eyes softened.

"Khushi don't come into his words..don't forgive him easily," her mind shouted at her.

"Do you think that if you cooked something special for me, then I will forgive you? I will not forgive you," she said in anger. "And I don't want anything special made by you. Clean the whole kitchen NOW. Otherwise, I will not cook anything until you clean up this mess you created. Stay hungry or eat those burned veggies that you have cooked," She said rudely, then left from there. It hurt Shourya that she was not ready to forgive him.

What should I do to gain your forgiveness, Khushi? ...I said sorry a hundred times, but still you are not ready to forgive me. Now tell me, what should I do?

'You don't deserve her forgiveness..you have hurt her a lot' his subconscious said.

I know I have hurt her a lot but I am trying to make things right, but still.

I thought today I would do something special for her, but that is also I can't do, even looking after those YouTube videos.

He sighed in disappointment and started cleaning the kitchen.

Shourya's POV

After cleaning up the mess I created in the kitchen, I went to my room to freshen up. As I entered the room, Khushi was typing something on her mobile while sitting in bed. She looked at me but ignored me.

"I have cleaned the kitchen," I said looking at her. She nodded, kept her mobile on the table, and was going when I stopped her by holding her wrist.

She looked at me with confusion.

"Khushi, when will you forgive me? At least talk with me properly. Please don't ignore me like that," I pleaded. "I am ready to do anything to gain your forgiveness, but please don't ignore me."

She freed herself from my hold.

"Talk to you properly." She laughed bitterly. "Have you ever talked to me properly? And you are talking about forgiving you. Give me one reason to forgive you."

I stayed silent.

She rolled her eyes. "I am not in a mood to talk with you now, Shourya, so please..." she said coldly.

It hurts a lot when she ignores me. It hurts when she talks and laughs with that Ritik on her phone in front of me.

I feel jealous of that Ritik when she talks to him. It angers me, but I don't say anything to her because I have also done the same thing to her. But it hurts me like hell.

Even in the office, she talks with everyone except me. Rahul also noticed it. Once, he tried to make her understand, but she was not ready to forgive me. Now Rahul also says I deserve this.

I will do anything. I can't see her going away from me...I can't see her with Ritik or anyone else.

Khushi's POV

Every day, Shourya says sorry to me, but I always ignore him. I also know that at night he throws those pillows on the floor and acts as if he had not done anything. He always begs me to talk with him and not to ignore him, but I still ignore him.

In the office, he comes to my cabin by making silly excuses to talk with me, but I ignore him. I always see hurt in his eyes when I am doing such things with him. I don't like to treat him like that. It hurts me too, but he should learn his lesson. I want him to know how much he has hurt me and how much it hurt me when he was doing the same thing with me.

I sighed and started preparing dinner.

After preparing dinner, I went to call him.

He was sitting on the bed and  typing something, and he was smiling like a fool there.

What happened to him? Is he gone mad?

"Dinner is ready," I told him and turned to go when he came running and hugged me tightly from behind.

"Khushiiii!" He said, and gave me a hard kiss on thecheek. My eyes widened with his sudden action, and it made me freeze in place.

"Shour-"

"Khushi, Mr. White cancelled his deal with Ishaan and finalised it with us," he said, shouting happily.

"What?" I was still shocked. First his actions,  now this news.

"Yes, Khushi, I am so happy!"

Mr. White agreed...oh my god I am so happy.

"Congratulations!" I congratulate him.

"Thank you, Khushi. And it's all happened because of you," he said, looking at me lovingly.

Lovingly?

"Huh?"

Now what I did?

"I mean to say, you are the one who told that Rit-" he stopped and closed his eyes, making a face, and then continued, "Ritik to talk to Mr. White about the presentation incident, right?"

"Who told you about it?" I asked him.

"Mr. White said that Ritik told him everything, and I know you told him that," he said the last part sadly.

Now suddenly, why did he become sad?

I nodded my head and went to call Ritik. I should thank him.

"Whom are you calling?" Shourya asked, raising his brow.

"I am calling Ritik to thank him," I answered, rolling my eyes at his question.

"Ohh, I also want to thank him," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

I was looking at him dumbfounded, because as much as I know, he hates Ritik.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded, looking everywhere but at me.

I dialed Ritik's number. He received the call after two rings.

"Hello, my cutie pie,"

"Hey, Ritik, thank you so much. Because of you, we got that deal," I said.

My gaze fell on Shourya, who was busy throwing daggers at my phone.

Now why is he looking at my phone like that?

"The pleasure is all mine, cutie pie."

"Ritik, Shourya also wants to talk with you," I told him.

"Please, Khushi, I don't want to spoil my mood by talking with that dumbo."

"Please, he just wants to thank you. He will not take your much time," I whispered slowly.

Shourya was looking at me with narrowed eyes.

"Ok," he said in a bored tone.

"Here," I gave my mobile to Shourya. "After talking, come to have dinner," I said and went downstairs to keep the dishes on the table.

Writer's POV

Shourya held the mobile tightly. He felt like punching Ritik, but sadly, he can't do that. Now he wants to thank his enemy.

What a luck.

"Hello,"

"Say what you want to say fast. I don't have time," Ritik said. He was not in a mood to talk with Shourya.

"Ya, ya, I am also not dying to talk with you," Shourya said irritatingly. "I just wanted to say tha-thank you for talking with Mr. White about our presentation."

"If you want to thank someone, then thank my cutie pie. I can't say no to her. If it was not for her, then I would not have given a damn about your presentation and you," Ritik said on the other side rolling his eyes.

"Don't you dare say cutie pie to my wife. She is my wife, Mrs. Khushi Shourya Kapoor. You don't have the right to keep those lame names to my wife," his voice was filled with anger.

"Who the hell are you to stop me from calling her Cutie Pie?" Ritik yelled at him in frustration.

"I am her husband," Shourya said proudly.

"Oh, a husband who has no trust in his wife, a husband who is ready to listen to everything of his enemy but not of his wife, a husband who doesn't know to support his wife, a hus-"

"Shut up! It's our personal matter. You don't have to put your nose in our businesse," Shourya said in fury.

"When it comes to Khushi, everything matters to me," he snapped at him.

"Don't even dare take her name from your filthy mouth. I am grateful that you helped us get Mr. White's deal, but please don't interfere in my and Khushi's lives. Leave her," at last he almost begged him.

"I can't leave her alone when you type of idiot is there in her life." There was hatred in his voice for Shourya.

"You are an idiot, not me. You are the one who has an eye on my wife. Don't you have any shame for calling my wife and talking for hours? Don't you have shame for giving those names to someone's wife? If you are that desperate to have a girlfriend, then go and find some other girl and get married, but please leave my wife. She has her husband." He lost his temper and started shouting at him.

Ritik was shocked upon hearing this. He didn't know that Shourya was thinking of him as Khushi's boyfriend.

"You-" he was about to shout at him but stopped, thinking to put petrol in fire by irritating him. "Ohh, so you are jealous that Khushi loves me more."

"Shut up!" Shourya snapped. "She doesn't love you. If you call my wife again, I will kill you."

"I will call her whenever I want," Ritik said, smirking on the other side. He was enjoying making him jealous.

"Don't even dare think about it!"

"I am thinking about only her during the day and night,"

"What do you think of yourself, huh? If I find you even ten metres from my wife, then I will break your legs," he warned, gritting his teeth.

"Love her, support her, trust her, and understand her. These are all she wants," Ritik said in a serious tone. Shourya was confused after listening to him. A person who was just now fighting with him and saying that he would not leave Khushi is now himself saying those things to him.

"Why ar-" he wanted to ask Ritik why he suddenly started saying like that, but Ritik cut the call.

He shrugged his shoulders and placed his mobile on the table.

"What does that Ishaan must be doing now? After all, he must have felt like someone dropped a bomb on his head.....I am coming to congratulate you, Ishaan," he thought, mentally smirking at Ishaan's situation.

He went downstairs to have dinner. Khushi was bringing plates from the kitchen.

He sat in one of the chairs. Khushi also sat opposite him.

They both ate their food silently, but Shourya was continuously looking at her.

After having food, Khushi took all the dishes to clean them. Shourya also helped her take those dishes to the kitchen and he left to their room.

After cleaning the dishes, Khushi turned off the kitchen lights and went to their room.

Shourya was waiting for her by lying on the bed. Khushi took out the pillows and started making the border.

"Khushi," Shourya whined like a small kid, but she ignored him and layed on her side.

Shourya wanted her close to him, but as always, that pillow border was restricting him. He wanted to put his hand on her small waist and bring her closer to him.

Not able to control himself, he threw those pillows on the floor and pulled Khushi by her waist near him. Her back was touching his chest. She could feel his every heartbeat.

He smiled seeing her in his arm. He wanted to always have Khushi in his arms like that.

Khushi also feels good whenever he keeps her in his arms. She smiled, feeling his warmth.

"Khushi, you are still angry with him," her mind reminded her.

She slapped Shourya's hand, which was on her waist, freeing herself from his hold, and turned towards him.

"Where are the pillows?" She asked him in a stern tone.

"Khushi,"

"I asked you, where are the pillows that I kept here?"

"I threw them on the floor," he mumbled slowly, not looking at her.

"Who asked you to throw them on the floor? Keep those on the bed as they were before," she said, glaring at him.

"Khushi, I don't want them in the middle," he whined.

"But I want. Now keep them as they were before," she said and turned towards the other side.

Shourya got up, being frustrated and took those pillows and threw them in the middle of the bed.

Khushi was smiling, hiding her face under the blanket.

Shourya's POV

I got ready to go to meet that Ishaan. I am excited to see his reaction. Khushi has already left to go to the office.

First I will go to meet him, then I will go to the office.

I started my car and made my way to his office.

'I am coming to meet you, Ishaan, be ready to face me' I smirked mentally.

You have done very wrong with us, Ishaan. So now be ready to pay back your deeds.

I parked my car in a parking area and went inside.

There was one receptionist who was wearing a red top and a short, tight black skirt and she was busy flirting with one guy.

I cleared my throat to gain her attention.

"Excuse me, I want to meet Mr. Agarwal."

"Hey handsome, may I know why?" She asked me seductively.

I rolled my eyes at her behaviour. "I have some work with him, so I want to meet him," I answered.

"What work, Mr. Handsome?" She asked, tracing her index finger on my face.

This girl is testing my patience now.

I held her index finger and twisted it. She started crying in pain. "I am not here to see your this behaviour. Next time, think before you touch me,"

I think that thick headed brat gets only these types of girls in his office and in his life.

"Now, will you tell me where I will get your boss?" I asked in fury. She was looking like a scared kitten now.

"Bo-boss in his ca-cabin," her voice was filled with fear. I smirked and left from there to see him.

I barged inside his cabin without knocking, and what I saw made me roll my eyes. Samaira was seated on his lap, and they were eating each other's faces.

Ewww

Seeing me, Samaira got up from his lap. Fear was evident on her face. Now I don't give a damn about her. If the situation were different, then I would have been angry with this witch.

"What are you doing in my office, Shourya?" Ishaan asked me, fuming in anger.

"I thought that after knowing that Mr. White cancelled his deal with you, you would be heartbroken, so I thought to come here to wipe your tears, but I guess I am late," I said, making a sad face. "This cake face doll is already there to wipe your face with her mouth."

"Shut up!" He snapped at me.

"By the way, will you not congratulate me on winning the deal?" I mocked him.

"Go from here!" He shouted.

I smirked, looking at his face. "That much anger is not good for health, Ishaan."

He came and grabbed my collar. "Go from here!" He shouted again.

"Come on, Ishaan, without welcoming me properly, you are telling me to go? This is not fair, Ishaan."

"You," he was about to punch me, but before his punch landed on me, I punched him in the face. He left my collar hissing in pain.

"This punch is for looking at my wife with lust that day,"

"Ishaan," Samaira, who was standing there, came running near him.

I gave him another punch. "This punch is for stealing our presentation,"

"Shourya, please stop," Samaira said, wiping the blood from his mouth.

He started laughing, wiping the blood from his lips. "If I want, then I can steal anything," he said, dragging out the last word. "I think you came to know what I mean by anything."

This ..

Today, I will not leave him.

I went and grabbed his collar and punched him in the stomach. "This punch is for lying to me about my wife selling that presentation to you."

He pushed me and punched me.

I grabbed his collar and started punching him again with all my force. He was trying to punch me back, but he had no energy. Blood was oozing from his nose and mouth.

"Shourya, please stop it!!" Samaira was shouting at me to stop.

"This time I am leaving you alive. Next time, don't come on my way. Otherwise, I will not think twice before killing you," I said and left his collar. "Be ready to lose Mr. Verma's deal too."

"You can't do that with me, Shourya," he started shouting.

I ignored him and turned toward that witch. "Your boyfriend needs medical help. Go and help him with your mouth. Your mouth will heal his wounds," I said and left his cabin.

His employees were looking at me by widening their eyes. I ignored them and left from there.

I checked my lips in the car mirror that he punched me. There was a cut on my lips, and blood was oozing from it. I wiped it with a tissue and started my car to go to the office.

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I came to my cabin and started doing my work. Someone knocked at my cabin door.

"Come in," I said and continued typing on my laptop.

I looked up to see the person. Khushi came and kept some files on my table.

"They need your sign on it," she said.

I nodded.

"Shourya, what happened to your lip? It's bleeding," she asked in worry.

She came beside me and started to examine my lips with her soft fingers.

"Shourya, what happened to you?" Her eyes were clouded with concern for me.

"It's no-nothing, Khushi. It's just a little cut,"

"Are you mad, Shourya? Your lip is bleeding, and you are saying it's nothing?" Her eyes were filled with tears.

I cupped her face. "Khushi, it's just a little cut and no-"

She slapped my hand. "Shut up, you ar- ....where is first the aid box?"

"Khushi, it's no-" she cut me off, asking "Shourya, I asked you something," she raised her voice.

I sighed and pointed at the drawer where the first Aid box was kept.

She went and got the box and started cleaning the wound.

My eyes were on her face. I have such a beautiful, caring, and kind-hearted wife with me, and I was running after that witch who only knows to run after money and to betray others. I hurt Khushi so much, but she still cares for me. I don't think I even deserve a single glance from her.

I have only one wish, and that is to keep Khushi in my life till my last breath. I don't want to lose her.

I will love her till eternity, but will she love me back? Will I ever get her love?

What if she chose Ritik over me?

No no I will not allow to happen something like that. Even if she doesn't love me back, I don't care. My love is enough for both of us.

I hissed in pain when an ointment burned my cut.

"Is it hurting?" She asked softly.

I shook my head. "Not more than your ignorance," I said, smiling sadly. And it's true. Her ignorance hurts me more than this cut.

She was staring at me with a blank face, as if she was thinking about something.

We were startled when someone cleared the throat and it was none other than idiot Rahul. I rolled my eyes at his behaviour. I don't know when he will learn to knock at my door.

"Oops, sorry. I will come later. You carry on with your romance," he said and turned to go, but Khushi stopped him.

"Rahul, no need of that."

"Are you sure, Khushi?" He asked her.

"Now, can you tell why you are here?" I asked.

"Shourya, who kissed your lip?" He ignored my question and asked, widening his eyes. Then he turned towards Khushi. "Khushi, I didn't know that you were that fiesty," he said, smirking at Khushi.

"Naughty girl," he pinched her cheek.

"Shut up, Rahul!" I snapped at him, and Khushi punched his shoulder, glaring at him.

"Ok, ok, sorry. Now, will you tell me what happened to your lips?" He asked, looking at me suspiciously.

Khushi was also looking at me curiously, narrowing her brows.

"It's nothing. It's just a cut," I said, averting my gaze from them.

"Will you tell me the truth or do you want one punch from me?"

"Fine," I sighed, running my hand through my hair.

I narrated everything to them. Khushi was looking at me with her wide eyes.

"Why did you go there alone? You could have asked me to come," Rahul said, glaring at me.

I rolled my eyes at him. After some time, Khushi left the cabin saying, she had some work to do.

"So, did you tell Khushi?" Rahul questioned me by raising his brow.

"And may I know what?" I questioned him back, leaning back in my chair.

"About your feelings for her,"

I shook my head in disappointment.

"Why?"

"Rahul, she is not ready to forgive me. Do you think after I confess my feelings to her, she will accept me? And also, I don't think she loves me," I said in disappointment.

She will never love me back.

"Shourya, as much as I know Khushi, she is not a person who who holds grudges against others. Maybe she already forgave you in her heart but is still angry with you. I can see love in her eyes for you. She will surely forgive you. That day when you were not well she was so worried for you. She was crying. Only a person who loves us would care for us like that. You know that day at the Singhania's party when you were dancing with that Samaira, I saw sadness and also jealousy in Khushi's eyes, and when you were hugging that witch in the garden, Khushi was disappointed and hurt," he said. "You know, whenever I talk about you with her, her eyes twinkle."

This piece of information touched my heart. It brought joy to my heart. I know she cares for me, but love?

Is she really loves me? Is Rahul really saying the truth?

"Are you sure about it, Rahul?" I asked him. If its true, then I will be on cloud nine.

He nodded, smiling at me.

"Ok, I have one idea," he said, keeping his hands on the table. I also sat straight to listen to his idea.

"And what's that?" I asked.

"Why don't you take her on a date and confess your feelings to her?" He asked with excitement. "Don't worry about booking the place and decoration, that everything I will do. You just have to confess your love to her."

"Your idea is good, but do you think she will agree?" I know she will not agree, and a big question is: will I be able to confess my feelings in front of her? Only imagining it is making me nervous.

"Don't worry. I will make her agree. She will listen to me," he said, giving me an assured smile.

"Bu-but Rahul, I am ner-nervous."

"Come on, man," he got up from his chair. "You are my best friend. Rahul Malhotra's friend. How can you be nervous like a girl, be a man like me," he said by patting my back.

I rolled my eyes. "It's easy to say, but it's very difficult to do."

"Don't worry, my friend. Your nervousness will fly away after looking at your wife," he said, ruffling my hair.

"What are you doing, Rahul? You messed up my hair."

"Oops sorry. Ok, I am going now. Prepare yourself for tomorrow's day," he said and left.

I am really feeling nervous. I feel as if my body is on fire.

'Cool down, Shourya. It's nothing. You only have to confess your love to her and nothing else. What is there in your heart tell her. It's not a big deal. You have faced big situations in your life, and this is just a piece of cake to you. Just confess your feelings to her. Everything thing will be fine..Don't worry....don't worry,' I mentally prepared myself.

Hey guys, I hope you all are doing well.

Shourya is planning to take Khushi on a date...what do you think,will Khushi agree to go with him?

Will Shourya able to confess his love for Khushi?

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