#ArShi

[featheredclover]

Something magical ✨

(we deserve to see them again in a show at this point 🙈)

[msbhagirathi]

I like how Penelope is a writer and her nick name is also 'Pen'. Like..fantastic..ally..poetic..ally..beautiful..ly..whatever..

[bucketsofsalt]

“aap kitne achhe hai” based on my intimate knowledge of knowing they have heart to hearts in his closet 😌

[arshiradio]

ITV’s best enemies to lovers portrayal I’d die on this hill 🔥

[phuljari]

social media au! part 2

summary : khushi is a model and influencer; arnav just seems to stumble upon her profile one day— not so much by accident. (or what if khushi fell in love at first sight?)

warnings : just some hindi/hinglish, cussing in both languages. deliberate typos. online stalker!shyam. flirting with the boss

a/n : i am...trying something new (by using the word prompts) #IPK 13th Anniversary Fiesta @arshifiesta

hellohibyebye

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hellohibyebye haaye! ekdum vaijanthimaala laagat hai hum😍🥰

⚫kaala tika najar na lage e ke khatir⚫

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aakash_r Maa group pe daalne ko bola tha, Instagram pe nahi 🤦

gulabo_devyani Manorama! Ye Hear. hum aapko diye naahi the... Toh kaisan aap pehen liye?

anjaliiiii.r Mamiji 👌😍

mahendrarudrapratapsinghraizada Thoda vakht nikal ke humare saath bhi ek-do photu khichwaye leti!

⤷hellohibyebye aap photo me bilkul handsome.... nahi laagat hai 😒

hari_prakash B//J...K>';edxnnnnddd

iMessage "Raizada Group"

Aakash Maa aapne instagram pe post kar diya 🤦

Manorama toh ka hui gawa? hainn

Mahendra Bohot sundar laagat hai tumhari amma 😊

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Manorama liked a message

Devyani Humra. Haar. Dena mat bhulna. Onmanorama.

Anjali Arre Aakash, karne do yaar, umar hai inki 😌

HP Ji Naniji, hum abhi wapas rakhwa dete hain

HP hhhhhhhh?/?????

Aakash HP yaar tune firse phone bandh kiye bina pocket me rakh diya... buttdial nahi, yaha toh butt-typo hote hain😶

Anjali 😂😂🤣🤣🤣

Arnav seen

Anjali Chotte yahan bolna mana nahi hai!

Arnav: Di, I'm in a meeting right now. Ttyl

Anjali: Arre, chotte 🤦‍♀️

Manorama added NK to Raizada Group

NK: Hello bhaiyyon aur bhabhiyon

Anjali: Bhabhiyon nahi NK bhai, beheno!

NK: Haan wahi Di! You understand me so well!!

Aakash: 😂😂

Arnav left Raizada Group

NK: Oh no Nannav! Tum kyu chale gaye

Aakash: You know that he can't see the messages now right?

NK: Oh, Whoops! Wait

NK added Arnav to Raizada Group

NK: Nannav mere bhai!! How are you??

Arnav: Isn't it like 3 AM in Sydney?

NK: Nannav, naughty naughty, tumne time check kiya mere liye! So cutee! I'm at your home doofus 😂

Arnav: gtg

Arnav left Raizada Group

iMessage

Anjali: Ye har baat pe chotte group kyu leave kar dete ho?

Arnav: Di! WTF ye NK kya kar raha hai Shantivan me?

Anjali:😶‍🌫️

iMessage

Aman: Sir, we have officially signed Ms. Khushi Kumari Gupta!

Arnav: Good

Arnav: Kumari?

Aman: That's her middle name boss

Arnav: Oh, okay

iMessage

Aakash: Bhai, you signed THE KHUSHI GUPTA??

Arnav: Yes

Arnav: And she's not that popular c'mon

Aakash: Bhai do you even use instagram? 😭

Arnav: Of Course!

Arnav: Btw I have more followers than her 😒 So much for "influencer"

Aakash: That's her personal profile Bhai! You have to see @/thekhushigupta

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thekhushigupta

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thekhushigupta @/versace thank you for sponsoring my cannes debut

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saritaraman You dancing on hawa hawaii at cannes was the only thing left for me to see😭

⤷thekhushigupta all thanks to you babe <3

payaliyaa My babie sisterrrr 😍

⤷thekhushigupta jijiiiiii 😊

guptagarima Ae Khushi isko chalu kaise karte hai

versace It was our honour! 😍

aakash_r Amazing performance👌

shyamjha khushiji aapka koi boyfriend hai kya? 😭

divalavanya Bestie 💖

⤷thekhushigupta right back at ya! 💖

user1 i love the dressss

user2 just one chance khushi pls pls

user3 it was so cheap idk why ppl idolize u

⤷user1 get tf outta here

shyamjha hosh rubaa😍

nandiii khushi jiiiiii 💘

⤷thekhushigupta nanhe jiiiiii

nandiii

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nandiii So excited to meet you guys!😭

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anjaliiiii.r Pooja ki thaal tayyar hai NK Bhai

⤷gulabo_devyani Aapan. Ka. hi intezaar hai Bitwa.

mahendrarudrapratapsinghraizada Return flight book karke nikle ho ki naahi?

⤷nandiii Now why would I do that Mausa Ji? 😊

thekhushigupta nanhe ji! iss baar aap mile bina nahi jaa sakte 😌

⤷nandiii Aapse hi toh milne aa rahe hai Khushi ji! It was fun to hangout with you while shooting in Portugal last year! 😊

hellohibyebye humre khaatir oo gucci peck kiye ki naahi?

⤷nandiii Maasi ji aapke liye toh chanel, gucci, versace sab haazir!

hari_prakash Ccooffee lenge?

Notifications (arnavsinghraizada)

thekhushigupta followed you

titaliya_k followed you

payaliyaa followed you

Notifications (thekhushigupta)

arnavsinghraizada followed you back

shyamjha unread 1475 messages

shyamjha commented on your post: hosh rubaa 😍

shyamjha commented on your post: khushiji aapka koi boyfriend hai kya? 😭

usershyam hume aap bohot pasand hai khushiji

iMessage

Khushi: he followed me back omgomgomg

Lavanya: ???

Khushi: ajgar

Khushi: arnav*

Lavanya: 😂😂

Lavanya: You didn't stop talking about him last night oh god

Khushi: i know ur friends were so pissed😭

Lavanya: Nooo, why would you thibk that

Lavanya: And look at you crushing so hard on ASR!

Khushi: you've met?

Lavanya: Briefly

Khushi: 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Khushi: I'm gonna slide into his dms wish me luck

Lavanya: Khushi wtf

Lavanya: Khushi come back you son of a bitch

Lavanya: Istg Khushi pls don't make a fool of yourself in front of your new boss😭

Lavanya: Khushiii??????

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(1) message from thekhushigupta

thekhushigupta: hey

arnavsinghraizada: Hi?

thekhushigupta: we met the other day

arnavsinghraizada: Yeah, you bumped into me, how can I forget?

thekhushigupta: omg i'm really sorry for that😩

thekhushigupta: can i take you out for an apologetic dinner?

thekhushigupta: tonight?

arnavsinghraizada: Are you...

thekhushigupta: asking you out? yes

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TBC

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[hand-picked-star]

Iss Pyaar ko kya naam doon and bollywood (songs not included)

PART - 01

PART - 01 / PART - 02 / PART - 03

[myfanficfrenzy]

Arshi FF : Pandora’s Box

Author : Munchy

Status : Completed and available on Munchy’s blog

Genre : Romance, Angst, Tragedy

“Keep reading” for my two cents on the story. Minor spoilers ahead. Warnings at the end of the review.

My first serious caution for this story, this isn’t for the faint of heart. If you like your Arnav and Khushi wrapped up in the comfort and warmth of love, away from any and all kinds of hurt and especially morally grey situations, you should probably skip this one. But if you’re a fan of ethereal writing, imperfect characters and a tear jerking angst fest with a side of passionate Arshi, dive right in.

The story’s tagline is ‘That life is a circle is a myth. It spirals’. And that’s exactly one feels reading the story.

Munchy’s story begins in the 1940s, with British ruled India at the brink of partition. While ASR here is Arnav Singh Raizada, KKG is Khushi Kauser Ghilani, two neighbors about to be swept in a whirlwind. The author paints a stunning visual of Punjab and you will find yourself literally back in time with her words. Arnav is back to his ancestral home after his upbringing in English schools and high society of delhi, while Khushi Ghilani had enjoyed a free reign over all the love Arnav’s family could bestow on their lovely neighbor in their small part of the town.

An unfortunate first meet in a Mango Orchard turns our protagonists sour (of course Arnav and Khushi will fight. Duh uh), but they soon find themselves in the web of undeniable attraction towards each other. And right when they’re dealing with minor issues like the first wave of teenage love and heartbreak, the country goes through one of its darkest periods and their lives are turned upside down overnight.

Pointed out to me once in a discussion and I wholeheartedly agree, one of the things that caught me off guard about this fanfic was the portrayal of impact of partition on day to day life of children. You see the worsening environment from their eyes, when suddenly the families and friends they grew up with are now considered enemies. When they can’t be as carefree as they would have loved with their doting neighbours; because now their different faith comes first. Those chapters had me in a chokehold and I’ve read through them with eyes full of tears. The whole story feels like a ticking time bomb when it begins, and it blows up right in your face. Social practices prevalent at that time will also make you want to puke your insides out.

And over the base of all this anguish and tragedy, Arnav and Khushi are looking to build a life together. It hurts every step of the way, so when the small moments of happiness come along you will soak it all up as a reader.

But fair warning, this is Munchy writing angst. And it will make itself known! Every story that I’ve read from her leaves my heart longing for something more, anger at having fate play a cruel role, and almost clawing my brain out, wishing I can get into those pages and fix the whole world for my beloved pair. But as always, life and Munchy’s stories aren’t fair. They’re however emotional, beautiful and extraordinary!

Warnings- Cheating, Violence, Underage Sex

-I

[hand-written-dreams]

CRIMSON SHADE

Chapter 15

Chasing Chaos

Run, baby, run, run for your life

I'ma tear out your heart,

it'll always be mine.

- ( The song of the chapter is 'RUNRUNRUN' by Dutch Melrose.)

The night is thick with silence, the kind that presses down on you, thick and heavy. Any other night, she might have found peace in this stillness. But not tonight. The moon hangs low, its silver light spilling over the asphalt like a warning, offering no solace, only stretching shadows.

Her car glides through the pitch-black night. The headlights cut through the inky blackness like a blade. Streetlamps flash past in rhythmic intervals, being the only sign of life.

Her fingers tap against the steering wheel in sync with the car's soft hum, a sound that should steady her but only amplifies the unease building in her chest. It's been a few minutes since she's driving, and her security details have not caught up with her yet.

Something isn't right.

Not just tonight, but everything. It's as though every decision she's made, every turn she's taken, has led her into the path of something she never saw coming.

Him.

The thought of him clings to her like smoke, impossible to get rid of. The way his dark eyes follow her, the way his presence lingers even when he isn't there. It can't be a mere curiosity. It mingles with something deeper and nameless, refuses to settle, tugging at her. She prides herself on reading people, yet he's the one enigma she can't solve, can't understand, not even close. It drives her mad.

A screeching noise cuts through the stillness, ripping her focus back to the rearview mirror. The glares of the headlights almost blind her.

It's a vehicle, no a monstrous beast.

A Black Land Cruiser.

Unknown, unrecognised.

Her heart skips a beat. Where the hell are her security details? They should have been behind her by now, trailing close.

The hulking vehicle is like a shadow on wheels, creeping toward her with an unnerving speed, growing dangerously closer with every second.

Her heartbeat stutters, then slams into overdrive. Eyes narrowed, she tracks the Cruiser as it locks in directly behind her, leaving mere feet of space. Her palms grow slick, heartbeat hammering erratically. She braces herself, waiting for any sign of danger, each second dragging painfully long. They could be normal passersby. Just another car on the road... no need to worry, right?

Without taking her eyes off the rearview, she begins counting her breaths, a feeble attempt to calm herself down.

One. Two. Three.

Yet, her heart only races faster, pounding louder in her ears. Something in her gut warns her to stay wary of the monstrous vehicle behind her. She could slam on the gas and attempt to reach the safety of the house, but the other car is larger, faster, built to devour a smaller one like hers in seconds.

She forces herself to stay steady, not wanting to prompt any hostile moves. Her stomach churns, sinking lower with each breath, her gaze shifting to the glove compartment. She bites her lip, frozen, uncertain of her next move.

There's no other option now.

With a determined look in the mirror, she tightens her grip on the wheel, shifts gears, and floors the accelerator. The Cruiser instantly responds, surging forward to match her speed.

What the hell?

It clings to her trail with unnerving closeness, a dark wave ready to engulf her. They gain speed, edging up beside her, now almost driving parallel to her right. Goosebumps prickle along her skin as she tries accelerating, slowing down, even weaving, but the Cruiser sticks, mirroring her step by fucking step.

A loud roar echoes from the distance, gradually getting louder. She glances ahead and spots a motorbike tearing toward her, the rider in full gear, speeding with reckless intent. She jerks the wheel, swerving aside to let him pass, she doesn't want to drag an unsuspecting person into the chaos.

The bike veers in, darting into the narrow gap between her and the Cruiser. And then, when she thinks it's gone, but no, in her mirror, she catches a glimpse of the bike making a sharp U-turn and soon he too joins the chase.

The bike is with them too!!!

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She's in an ambush.

Alone with the Cruiser and the bike, she presses on the accelerator harder. The Cruiser closes in fast, slamming into her rear bumper with a force that rattles her in her seat. The grinding crunch of metal against metal fills her ears. She grits her teeth, bracing against the assault.

Adrenaline floods her veins as her mind races, instincts screaming for an escape. But before she can make her next move, her gaze flicks to the side. The passenger window of the Cruiser rolls down, and something long, metallic glints in the moonlight.

Is that a rocket launcher?!

Her blood runs cold. They're not just chasing her, they're hunting her, intent on ending her. The terror seizes her chest as she tightens her grip on the steering wheel, forcing herself to stay steady. She won't go down without trying.

Every second feels like it could be her last. She doesn't have time to think, only to react. Her mind is screaming for a way out, but there's nothing, just the endless stretch of road and that car gaining on her.

The Cruiser surges forward again, closing the gap. Her heart hammers in her chest as she steals a glance back. The man in the passenger seat is readying the rocket launcher. Her hands tremble, but she keeps pressing on the gas.

On the other hand, the roar of the bike grows louder. It looms in her rearview mirror, barreling down the road with relentless speed. Her stomach twists, the feeling of being trapped tightening with every passing second.

The bike swerves sharply, sliding into the narrow space between her car and the Cruiser again with hair-raising precision. And, then, keeping perfect control of the bike, the rider reaches behind him and pulls out a gun with an effortless ease.

She shifts her car further to the side, bracing for disaster. But it doesn't happen. Instead, the rider, steering the bike with one hand, spins it into a sharp one-eighty to face the Cruiser head-on.

All in one fluid motion. And she stares. Transfixed. Her heartbeat thunders as she watches the scene unfold before her.

A shot rings out.

The man with the rocket launcher jerks, slumping back in his seat as blood splatters across the windshield. The Cruiser swerves, tyres screeching on the road, the entire vehicle shuddering violently before coming to a sudden, jarring stop.

The bike skids to a halt as well, positioned like a shield between her and the Cruiser. It faces away from her towards the beast of a vehicle like it is a beast of a different genre in itself,

The rider keeps his gun raised. His stance is tense, yet controlled, a silent warning radiating from him, danger poised in stillness.

She slams on her brakes, unable to tear her eyes from the scene unfolding before her. Her hands shake as she adjusts the mirror, trying to take in every detail.

Everything feels frozen, the road, the air, her breath.

For a moment, all she can hear is the thudding of her heart in her ears. The biker sits there, still, like a predator, waiting for its prey to make a move.

The Cruiser whirls, but the rider doesn't twitch. Instead, he raises his other hand to his gun, aiming again without flinching.

In a desperate move, the Cruiser lurches into reverse, tyres screaming as it tries to flee, retreating like an animal caught in a trap. But it's too late.

Another shot cut through the silence.

The driver's head snaps forward, lifeless. The Cruiser jerks, veering off course. It crashes into a nearby tree with a bone-rattling crunch, the impact echoing through the night.

Silence falls, thick and heavy.

She's still gripping the wheel like her life depends on it. Her gaze drifts to the white shirt stretched over the rider's shoulders, tucked into dark trousers, sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms.

Fuck. She knows this back.

A few weeks ago, she studied his profile so meticulously that she could recognize him from any angle.

He turns his head to look back at her. He's wearing a waistcoat.

And no jacket.

The jacket is lying in her front seat.

Panic flares, sending her pulse skyrocketing. A lone bird cries out from somewhere nearby, its haunting call echoing across the silent, moonlit road. The pale light bathes everything in a ghostly glow, and her pulse flutters wildly, like a caged bird struggling against unseen chains.

They've found out.

The wolves.

The wolves have found out that the serpent had their daughter killed. So they are after her, to end her life, to get their revenge.

Otherwise, why on earth would anyone want to kill her?

Did he find out too?

Was The Wolves's daughter really his sister? Is that why he didn't let them kill her? Because he wants to kill her himself?

Fuck.

It's the moment he's kept talking about..the one where he'll take her life and settle the debts between them.

She sits frozen in her seat, her mind racing. She thinks of speeding off, getting out of the scene, but the way he took down the Cruiser...he could catch her in a second. With a slow, deliberate motion, she opens her glove compartment and clutches the gun in her palm.

He turns the bike toward her, coming to a stop beside her car, huge and imposing. She glances up at the sheer size of the bike and the man riding it as if the bike is an extension of him. He slightly leans back, casually perched atop the massive machine, with the same ease with which he's danced with her this evening.

Her eyes trace the muscles in his arms, tight and defined. The tattoo on his forearm curls like they've always been there, and something stirs deep inside her. She doesn't want to feel it.

NOT. NOW.

His hand, clad in a pair of leather gloves, pulls off his helmet, revealing his face and those caramel-brown eyes. The ones that always make her feel like she's falling into something she can't climb out of.

His eyes meet hers, piercing through the glass, unblinking, as though he knows exactly what he's doing to her.

And she looks away, but his gaze never wavers. He taps on her window, signalling her to roll it down. But she doesn't move. Her heart flutters violently, making her dizzy.

His finger taps the comm in his ear and suddenly, the car vibrates, breaking the stillness and sending a jolt through her.

She jumps, barely stifling a gasp while grabbing her phone. The caller ID flashes.

Unknown number.

It's him.

Her gaze snaps back to him. He's calling her. From barely inches away, through the glass, with him just outside her car. And she lets it ring, never breaking the gaze. Her heart is hammering in her chest, a bead of sweat sliding down her spine, making her skin tingle.

His hand stays at his ear. The buzzing doesn't stop. His gaze remains unyielding. Caramel-brown on hazel. On the side of an empty road, the eerie shadow of the moon stretched over them. The distance between them feels like nothing, yet somehow, everything at once.

The seconds stretch, an unspoken challenge hanging in the air. She doesn't back down. Neither does he. Both of them are stubborn as hell. The world outside might as well not exist. It's just them. Just this unbearable, sizzling whatever happens when they are within a few feet of each other.

He keeps calling, sitting right next to her on his bike. She keeps ignoring it, her grip tightening on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white, while her other hand clutches the gun for dear life.

Finally, her hand trembles as she touches the green button, lifting the phone to her ear.

"Why the fuck are you not answering your damn phone?" his angry words echoes in the silence of her car.

But she doesn't utter a single word. Instead, She keeps hearing his breath come through the line, steady and deep. Her own breath quickens in response, matching the racing beat of her pulse. His chest rises and falls with each inhale, the fabric of his shirt stretched tight before it relaxed with his exhale. The sound of it is unnervingly clear, almost intimate. She's never been this close to anyone's breath, never felt the weight of it before. It should feel too distant, too casual, but it doesn't. It feels too real. Too close.

She can't break the stare. She can't tear her eyes away from his. She can't even speak, not with the air so thick. So, she just breathes. Quick, shallow breaths that gradually become deeper, slower, in sync with his.

He's always told her he'd kill her one day. It is always the end goal, isn't it?

Yet, when the day is finally upon them, she doesn't understand why she feels so overwhelmed. His words, the threat, they've always been a constant in their twisted dance.

But, now, it bothers her.

Deeply, very deeply.

Enough to blink and shift her gaze back to the road ahead. Enough to start the car. Enough to press the red button on her phone to break whatever strange, disturbing and unsettling pull keeps them tethered.

But it lingers. She doesn't understand it. She doesn't want to. So, she will run. She has to. He throws her off balance, forces her to feel things she doesn't want to feel. Her brain doesn't function properly right when he's around.

She will never willingly expose her jugular to the man who made a name for going straight for it. He will thrive on her weakness, will know exactly how to get under her skin, he already does.

"Fuck it," she hears him mutter, but before she can press the gas and flee, she sees him pull something from the side of the bike. With a swift motion, he slides it against her car door, and with a quiet click, her car lock pops open.

He tears the door open with brute force. Stunned, she watches as he snatches the car keys from the ignition.

"Stay right where you are," he orders, his voice low and commanding, leaving no room for argument. He pockets her keys without a second glance and ventures right toward the now-crumpled Cruiser.

How dare he?

Then it dawns on her.

Oh, he isn't going to kill her. At least not yet. Maybe he doesn't know yet.

How did he know the wolves were going to attack her tonight? If so, how come the wolves know and he didn't?

The questions spin in her mind like a maze, each turns more confusing than the last. She looks around her, it's pointless to run on foot. If he doesn't kill her, she will surely be dead being lost in the unknown nowhere.

And, there's something inside her...an instinct, a dangerous curiosity...keeps her rooted to the spot. With a resigned breath, she opens the door and steps out, sliding the gun into the pocket of her dress.

She sees him punching the driver's side window of the Cruiser, shattering the glass. Then he unlocks the door and drags the driver's lifeless body out, tearing the shirt with a sharp yank. She watches him, his movements deliberate, as he searches the body, unfazed by the blood, the chaos. There's a dark certainty in the way he works.

He's searching for the initiation tattoos. The ones every member of the triad carries, tattoos marking their allegiance to their individual house.

Curious, she inches closer to see if they are indeed The Wolves, and unknowingly, the words slip out of her mouth. "Are they the Wolves?"

Suddenly, a movement caught her eyes,

a flash of a shadow stepping out from the back seat of the car. Before she can respond, a figure lunges at her.

As soon as an arm lock around her

from behind with a gun at her forehead, her instincts kick in. She wastes no time, bringing her heel down hard on the man's foot with a sharp stomp. He grunts, his grip loosening just slightly, but that is all she needs. With a swift jerk, she drives the back of her head up, slamming it into his face. His grip breaks as he reels back, his nose crunching under the impact.

Before he recovers, she spins around and raises her elbow, bringing it down with all her strength onto his nose. The crack echoes through the air, and he staggers, clutching his face as he drops to his knees on the ground.

And, then a shot rings out from behind her, making sure he remains on the ground. Flat and lifeless.

"I told you to stay in the car." His voice is low and cold.

She doesn't look at him, instead rubbing her elbow where it made contact with the man's face. Her tone is casual and dismissive as she answers, "I can take care of myself."

She feels his gaze on her. So, She meets his eyes and his arched eyebrow.

With a careless shrug, she adds, "It just doesn't work when it comes to you."

The dangerously infuriating smirk spreads across his lips. "How did you know they were The Wolves?"

"I didn't." She shrugs, her voice cool and uninterested, a deliberate choice to avoid getting caught in his web of questioning.

She turns away, striding back toward her car with purpose. She feels the heat of his presence right behind her. She doesn't need to look to know.

"My keys," she demands, when she reaches her car, holding out her hand, without turning.

He places the keys, hovering them above her hand. The cool metal grazes her fingers, teasing her, and she's just about to close her grip when he jerks them back. Her fiery hazels meet his cold browns. His lips twitch.

"Not so fast, Miss Gupta." His voice is soft velvet and dangerously close, brushing against her skin as he leans in, pressing her on the car, his hands on either side of her. She can feel the chill of the night air mingling with his heat. "First, tell me... why are The Wolves trying to kill you?"

"I don't know." She grits her teeth.

"So, you want to keep this up, huh?" he rasps softly. "Pretending you don't know anything? Or are you just waiting to see how far I'll go? Honestly, you should know by now...secrets and I? We're not friends."

"You know, for someone so keen on answers, you're awfully arrogant about getting them."

"And yet, here you are...in front of me, fighting to keep the truth..when we both know the truth is sitting right on the edge of that pretty mouth of yours." His voice inches closer as she denies to look at him, "Come on, Little bird, open up."

She glared up at him, determined not to let him see her squirm. "Maybe if you tried asking nicely, I'd tell you."

"I don't do 'nice," his smirk widens. "The way I look at it, I don't have to ask. I've got you right where I want you....Or should I say, exactly where you keep ending up?.... At my mercy."

"For the hundredth time, Mr. Raizada,... you don't scare me."

His next words come as a low murmur. "You know, Miss Gupta... your toes look particularly delicious. You don't need all of them to live, do you?....stop lying to yourself that I don't scare you. If so, then tell me...what are you afraid of?" She curses herself as her blood begins to boil. He keeps taunting her, "...Are you afraid that I might kill you?"

"If you want to kill me, then just do it. End this right here, right now," she spits the words out.

"Not going to lie, it's tempting."

"You know as well as I do why they're after me. So stop playing these games."

He tilts his head, a fleeting smirk plays at the edges of his mouth, "I know because that's my business...to know things. But how do you know? I didn't realize this was dinner table conversation among the serpents."

She meets his gaze, unflinching. "I wired my father's office. That's how I know it."

Both of his eyebrows arch as he says, "Impressive....you surprise me, Miss Gupta ...."

Her chin lifts slightly, a silent acknowledgement of her own skills.

He takes a step back from her, crossing his arm across his chest as he observes her. A small chuckles escape him as he speaks, "Ask, Little bird."

The question she's been avoiding spills from her lips. "Is this why you hate me so much? Is this why you want to kill me?"

"Care to elaborate. There are so many."

"Because the girl who was killed, Preetika Naik......she was your sister, wasn't she?"

"No."

She raises an eyebrow, taken aback. "No? No, she wasn't your sister, or no, that's not why you hate me?"

"No to both."

Her patience starts to fray, her pulse quickening with frustration. "Then why the fuck do you hate me?"

He steps closer, his movement deliberate, and his tone teasing. "Ask nicely, and I might just answer you," he says, tapping on her previous jab.

He won't. She was wrong earlier when she thought she couldn't read him at all. She can. She can read him, she can read his eyes, and it's clear to her now that he won't tell her. Not the way she wants him to.

"Why did you save my life?" she tries again.

"Who would find the hacker if not you," he replies, his voice smooth, like it's the most obvious answer in the world.

"For once, can you just answer a question straight?"

He smirks, eyes glinting. "That's for me to know and for you to find out."

He grabs her hand like he has all the right over her and places the keys into her palm. His fingers brush against hers, sending a jolt through her that she quickly suppresses. Looking at the keys, she remembers.

"How did you open the car door?"

He shrugs, his tone nonchalant. "It's an automatic car lock opening device. Most average cars can be opened by it."

She stiffens at his words. How dare he call her car average? Her baby, which she brought with her honest money.

A silver Honda Civic.

"Don't call my car 'average'. I bought it with my hard-earned money from freelancing all those years in college. It doesn't have blood money all over it."

A flicker of amusement danced in his eyes. The look only fuels her anger further.

"And why the fuck did you stop me here? I'd have been home by now, not stuck here, doing God knows what in the middle of nowhere," she snaps.

He pauses for a moment, his gaze scanning the empty road before locking back onto her. "I wasn't sure if others were waiting for you down the road."

She shoots him a withering look, "You don't have to escort me."

"I told you, little bird, I don't do that 'nice gentleman' thing ".

"What are you doing right now, then?"

"Making sure you go home safely so that a mafia war doesn't break out tomorrow."

She rolls her eyes and slides into the car, slamming the door shut with a huff. Her fingers grip the steering wheel, but she can't help but glance in the sideview mirror.

Her heart stutters as he straddles the bike. His thighs are on either side of the black beast, hips tilting with an almost sinful grace. Each movement is deliberate, hypnotic. His body shifts, commanding the beast as if it were his to tame. He twists the throttle, and the beast rumbles to life with a deep, guttural growl, like a predator answering his master's call. The sound fills the night, raw and alive and reverberates through her, each vibration like a pulse that echoes in her veins. .

She cranks the AC to full volume, the blast of cold air a futile attempt to cool the heat rising in her ears.

He follows her all the way through her house. His presence lingers in the air, settling into her skin like the dark night around her. For a moment, he is the night itself. Dangerous, untouchable, and yet impossibly close.

As the gates of Gupta's mansion creak open, she glances in the rearview mirror. She watches him drive away, swallowed up by the night. A quiet sigh escapes her lips, the knot in her chest loosening just a fraction as the weight of his presence lifts from the air.

Cutting the engine, she takes a few deep, steadying breaths. But, the calm doesn’t last long, though. Her phone buzzes again.

She picks up. That hauntingly husky voice slips through the line, making her eyes flutter closed as his words coil around her. Quiet and lethal.

“There was another reason why I showed up tonight.”

The air catches in her throat as she whispers, “What?”

The silence stretches across the line, taut and endless, until his voice returns.

“You owe me your death, Miss Gupta,” he speaks quietly, “Your. death. is.  mine." A pause. "....mine to take, mine to keep, mine to preserve."

With that, he cuts the call.

As the dark imprints of his words wraps their arms around her, she wonders...is it her life he’s after, or her very soul he’s set on destroying?"

Piece by piece.

Author's note:

I am writing long chapters these days. Do you guys like long chapters or short chapters? Let me know.

See you soon.

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[arshifiesta]

Welcome to Arshi Fiesta!

Phati-sari's aur Sanka Devis, hum tumka forgetyay naahi gaye hain! Hum toh ee lobhbirds ko surprisewa deve ke khatir tumka bulawat hai! Samjheev? Ab ee ka baat padho, e khoon bhari taang kaa introductionwa likh ke gayi hai dekho to jara👀

Theme Introduction: Colours of Love!

If you didn't know already, "Satrangi Re" is a song from the movie Dil Se which is based on the concept of seven stages of love depicted in Arabic Literature. Each stage is denoted by a color so let's look at Arshi's story through these colours!

1. Black for Attraction (hub)

The song starts with a hauntingly energetic tune (spooky!) and we weave through a maze of passages till we finally meet our protagonists. Quite like how Arshi started out as strangers who didn't look like a compatible match initially until all the pieces of puzzles fell into its place.

The beautiful lyrics captures the essence of their dhak-dhaks, their initial attraction that exists from their very first meet. They've hated each other, loved each other but have never ever stopped being attracted to one another. As if a magical magnetic force has kept bringing them together over and over again (guess who? Devi Maiyya of course!) 🖤

2. Violet for Infatuation (uns)

Uff, Infatuation inke jaisa toh aur kisi couple me nahi hai, right? The subtle yet lingering touches, intense gaze, impulsive kiss games and everything about their chemistry is absolutely electrifying! No one does infatuation like them 💜

3. Blue for Love (ishq)

Love love love. Love took so long to blossom between them, like a long drawn out fire. Was it blazing or were there only a few embers alight? One could barely tell. Love started from care first. But they could only care once they hurt each other, right? Oh and hurt they did, they hurt each other really bad. But, isn't it only the people you care about who could hurt you? 💙

4. Green for Trust (akidat)

Trust is tricky. Trust takes longer than love. Because you can only trust someone blindly when you love them. From the chain of broken pearls to the soft and patient unwinding of fairy lights... somewhere between that Arshi started trusting each other. And it strengthened when Arnav stepped up to dance with Khushi, strengthened again when despite all evidence against Khushi and Shyam, Arnav decided to confess his love to her... as if it was the last thing he had left to do. And later when he came to know about Garima's past, he trusted Khushi again. Because things aren't always as black and white as they look. Sometimes they're green 😉💚

5. Yellow for Worship (ibaadat)

What is love or partnership without worship? From strangers to enemies to lovers, at each stage Arnav has worshipped Khushi. Taken care of her in ways that she needed, in ways that people around her couldn't. Tangled feelings and arms entwined in one another's. A shower of gifts, a series of intoxicated confessions. Arnav may be an atheist but if he has worshipped someone apart from his family, that's Khushi. Khushi is as good as any religion to him.

6. Red for Madness (junoon)

The first thing when you think of Red is probably danger or hell-fire. And that's right too because the fierce fire they have isn't like any other. It burns and scathes. It leaves scars. It is a mad love. They hurt and insult each other, they shout at each other. Their egos are too big for one another. And when they're done hurting, they love each other just as fiercely too. ❤️

As Aakash ji has nicely put it, "Khushi ji thodi pagal hai na?". Arey Aakash ji, aapke bhai bhi thodi kam pagal hai? (Don't tell him I said that 🫢)

7. White for Death (maut)

Death is not always about dying. Well sometimes it is... like the time when Khushi nearly dies at the cliff and Arnav fin-fucking-ally kisses her but only for CPR 😒. Or when they both pretend to die on stage as star crossed lovers Heer & Ranjha.

But death is also about other things like the death of hierarchy between them when Khushi was no longer Arnav's employee. The end of anger between them during holi after days of fooling each other with farq nahi padta post contract marriage. The end of difficulties in their path (almost) when they were about to get married again, for reals. The death of distance between them, not just physically but emotionally too, when they spend the night at the hut after running away from the goons. Like they literally met at a grave (dargah) for their second encounter, no? 😌🤍

Accha toh tum padh li ho kaa? Haan, toh e par se tumka kachu toh banave ka pade, aage tumko khoon bhari taang hi samjhayegi okayyy?

Ab jao, thoda paani piyo aur humka bhi pila diyo haiin... Bahutay garmi hai aaj🔥 Hello hi bye bye!

Never mind sasuma, you guys! We're here to celebrate toh let's wish the couple first! A very very Happy 13th Anniversary to these two AND every single one of you who has loved them, adored and cherished them at some point!

Tagging the people who liked the introductory post in comments below because it wasn't clear if y'all wanted to be tagged or not oof! :((

Index to prompts here

In case you missed the first post!

P.S. Search #moodboard or #word prompt on this blog to easily find all the prompts :)

[ipkkndlovescenes]

Follow the Heart

Follow the heart this way: the same old memories rushed through this ad and Arnav and Khushi were written all over.

You set me free in the cage of your love. She was her cage where he was always accessible and free to be himself. He was her cage where she could fly with her colours, which only he kissed warmly and openly.

Love can't be caged; it is meant to fly with its own colors and with its own wings. The ones only lovers carry and fill with their heart and soul.

[featheredclover]

Redamancy

This one shot is inspired by this prompt by @arshifiesta

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“ How long will Sahil be Aman?”

“ An hour”

Swearing under his breath, Arnav brought up a hand to loosen his tie.

“ Marcos has called the garage as well so don’t worry ASR”

Leaning back against the now broken car, Arnav took out his pack of cigarettes and offered one to Aman.

The two men cut out as dashing figures, with their impeccable suits and cigarette dangling from their mouths.

“ You want to sit somewhere? Hartford has great coffee “

“ Sure”

———

They stood in front of a glass door, below the sign ‘Cafe Captain’.

A bell tinkled as Aman swung the door into the place, the place was painted in hues of brown resembling an old British bakery. The strong smell of coffee permeated Arnav’s senses and he headed towards the counter.

“ ….so yes, while a croissant is nice, it doesn’t hold a torch to our cream bun. They melt in your mouth!”

Arnav heard the waitress go on and on about cream buns. He stopped himself from clucking impatiently.

Finally, he thought as he moved forward.

“ One black coffee “

He read the chirpy girl’s name tag- Khushi

A gasp forced him to look back up. “ It is horrendous. Why would you do this? Why? I mean I understand if you are hungover or hmm probably a diabetic, are you?”

“ Um no, I am not”

“ Great! Then darling go sit right there and let me bring you the best cup in Hartford!”

Dumbfounded, Arnav simply paid and went towards the table Khushi had pointed to. It was only when he sat down that he wanted to kick himself.

What am I doing? Black coffee was fine.

It didn’t help that Aman was smirking as he sat down, amusement filling his eyes.

“ I thought no one could boss you around. Glad I am wrong”

“ Just shut up”

He looked up to see the girl walk towards his table with a huge smile.

Placing the huge cup down, she giggled.

“ This will help you! And trust me you will find yourself here everyday “ she said with a wink.

“ And here you go! Lemon tea!”

Aman thanked her while his eyes rested gleefully on a flushed ASR.

It was only after she had taken her place back at the counter, that Arnav looked at his cup.There in white cream was a sun drawn with a smile on it.

——

He found himself at the doorstep of Cafe Captain again the next day. He couldn’t risk bringing that bastard with his all knowing gaze ,with him. Especially,when he himself couldn’t understand the helplessness he felt as he remembered her laughter “ And trust me you’ll find yourself here everyday”

Tinkling bells greeted him and he headed straight towards the queue.

Arnav couldn’t take his eyes off her. The excited bobbing of her head, her laugh, the scrunch of her nose when she disagreed with something, and the way her hands moved when she was explaining the merits of glazed sugar cookies. Everything fascinated Arnav. He felt like he was watching a doll come to life.

And when it was his turn, she flashed him a beautiful smile. “ Just go sit!”

That’s all she said to him. And that’s all he needed.

He watched her work. Preparing his cup , taking the small white jug in her dainty hands and placing it on a coaster.

“Here you go!”

Arnav looked down to see a sunflower smiling up from his coffee. He sipped as he watched her work, chatter and flutter around like a butterfly.

He would never admit the disappointment he felt when she didn’t come to talk to him again. He gulped down the last bit of the milky - sugar filled concoction and headed back out.

——

“ Hey!”

Looking up from the cream doodle of a dog, Arnav stared right into Khushi’s eyes.

“ Congratulations!”

“ Um…for what?”

“ You have been coming here daily for the past week, so now you are my regular “, Khushi said with a wink.

“ Thanks, I guess” Arnav hoped his boring drawl seemed perfect to her. Because otherwise she will know how he really felt about her grouping him with all her other “regulars”.

“ What’s your name? “ she asked in such a soft voice that he found himself answering, forgetting the earlier slight.

“ Arnav”

“Arnav” she repeated as if rolling his name on her tongue.

“ So tell me Arnav, what do you do apart from drinking my marvellous coffee?”she said with a cheeky grin.

“ I run AR.”

“ The design house! Oh my god! I love your clothes! “

“ The designers will be glad to hear that”

“ So…you don’t design any of your clothes?”

“ I used to. Lately…I haven’t found the time”

“ That’s a shame. Something so creative should never be given up!”

Arnav looked away. He should have reminded himself why he didn’t date. He didn’t want a lecture on his workaholism. Di was enough for that.

“ Hey…I am sorry. I didn’t mean to touch on a nerve. God knows I haven’t picked up a guitar since school and I want to scratch anyone’s eyes who reminds me!”

Arnav had to smile at that.

“ Guess that makes us alike”

And in the next moment, his breath caught, as Khushi’s cheeks flushed a beautiful pink.

——

Aman tore into his chapati, as Anjali served more aloo-matar onto his plate.

“ Slow down Aman! There’s enough for you to eat till you burst!” Anjali laughed.

Shyam smiled, “ Well, that’s what bachelor life is, isn’t it? Perennially hungry, filling time with cup noodles and coffee! Aman and Arnav, it’s time for both of you to get married.”

“ Speaking of coffee, Arnav does seem ready to be hitched” Aman spoke before stuffing his mouth again, oblivious to Arnav’s glare.

“ Chotte! Who is the girl? When were you going to tell us?”

“ And what is the connection with coffee saale saheb?”

The chair screeched as Arnav pushed it back and stood up, silencing them all.

“ I am done with lunch”

And he walked out, ignoring Anjali’s protests and Aman’s laughter.

That bastard.

As he roamed the streets of New York, Arnav couldn’t help but wonder about Khushi. He was smitten, he had admitted with quite difficulty one evening, when he had been driven mad when he learnt Khushi had taken a leave because she was sick. The next day he brought a basket of apples and a bouquet of lilies for her. Her giggle had been worth the embarrassment he had felt ,when Aman found out what he was planning to do.

But did she like him? He kicked a rock at the curb and exhaled in frustration. She seemed to greet all her customers with the same glee and modify their opinions on sweet treats with as much vigour as she poured the sugar in his coffee.

His only hope was the doodle on his daily coffee. He hadn’t seen her do that to anyone’s cup. The others would just get simple cream hearts.That was a sign wasn’t it?

That’s it. ASR is not so weak that he is brought to his knees by a woman. He will ask her if she’s interested in him. That’s simple. He has tackled million dollar deals with fabric companies, this would be nothing.

———

Arnav swirled the wheel, drove forward and parked, unaware of the light in his eyes as it fell on the brightly lit coffee shop.

He pushed the cafe’s door open, but the sight in front of him made him stop in his tracks.

Khushi had thrown her head back in laughter as a man stood leaning against her counter.

A splinter opened somewhere in his chest as he realised he had never made her laugh like this. He had never made her blush so red. Overwhelmed, Arnav was about to turn back and leave when his eyes caught Khushi’s.

With no choice but to get through the evening, he headed towards his usual table. He didn’t glance at the man again, he couldn’t. He wanted to tear him to pieces. He clenched his trembling hand into a fist.

He looked up at Khushi when she placed his cup down. She was still a beautiful shade of pink. Her smile was soft, her eyes glazing. Before he could say a word, she had moved back towards her counter in a hurry.

Frowning slightly, Arnav glanced down at his coffee. He gulped painfully as he saw bloody hearts on them. So, this new man comes along and he doesn’t get a special doodle. He gets what all her customers get. That’s what he was to her. A douchebag in a suit, who had nothing better to do every evening than sip her coffee.

Arnav shut his eyes, and breathed deeply. He opened them to see that it had begun raining outside. Bloody poetic, he thought. Unable to control the spiralling of his emotions, Arnav stood up in a flash and dashed out of the cafe, his coffee left untouched.

——

His leather shoes splashed against the fallen raindrops as he hurried to get to his car. To get out of this damned place.

He heard footsteps behind him before he heard the shout “ Arnav!”

He turned to see Khushi holding an umbrella above herself and another in her hand. She smiled somewhat hesitatingly, as she extended the umbrella to him.

Rage flooded his being as he stared at the beautiful woman standing before him, a deepening sorrow in him as he was reminded of his one sided love.

“Don’t need it “ he gritted out.

Her eyes widened in shock at his tone.

“ Wha- what happened ?”

“You want to know what happened? I have not been able to function normally ever since I walked into your bloody cafe after my car broke down that god forsaken day! You and your sweet coffee have driven me mad. And here I am, a grown man, waiting for the clock to strike 5 so that I can leave to travel from New York to Hartford. Just to…just to hear you laugh, just to see you smile, just to get a doodle on my coffee. A doodle that’s just mine. And today yo- you are laughing with another man, turning red when he is speaking. And..and doodling just hearts for me! Hearts you do for every other regular of yours.” Arnav burst out, every word hiding his grief.

He stared at Khushi for a moment. A moment in which both of them didn’t even dare to breathe .

Her grip loosened as the umbrellas fell from her hands, she reached him in a few steps, uncaring of the rain soaking her, entwined her hands around his neck and kissed him.

Arnav froze as her warmth permeated his whole being. A rush of joy flooded his brain. But it wasn’t enough. His hands grabbed her waist, tightening in desperation as he deepened the kiss. He tilted her back further as he drank her. A shiver ran through Khushi as she moved her hands to clutch his hair in an almost painful grasp. She pushed his shoulder lightly, as she attempted to break away from the kiss. Arnav kissed the corner of her lips, before kissing down her neck to her collar bones.

“ Arnav! “ Khushi giggled. “ It’s raining pretty heavily, if you haven’t noticed “

He stood looking at her smiling figure. Breaking out of his trance, he grabbed her hand, and began walking to his car.

——

“ Cold na?” Khushi asked with an obvious shiver, as she rubbed her hands together vigorously for some warmth.

Arnav reached into the dashboard, took out a navy blue sweater, which was a size too large for her and without a word dropped it over her head.

She giggled again. Arnav couldn’t help smiling.

He heard her gasp, before he felt her soft hand grabbing his rough one.

“Arnav” she began “ The man I was laughing with was Noah, my sister Lavanya’s boyfriend. He..he was teasing me about…er.. about you. That’s why I was umm turning red” she finished, turning more red than ever before.

His hands turned her face towards him gently. His lips taking hers in a soft kiss.

“Really?” he asked huskily.

“ Really! In fact, I thought you would understand those hearts I drew because I had been drawing something different for you everyday! It had two hearts, Arnav, and they were struck by an arrow. And no, I don’t do this for anyone else” she finished with a pout.

“ I am sorry” he murmured before drawing her into a kiss again. He felt like an addict, he couldn’t get enough of her and he definitely couldn’t leave her tonight.

As she sat, huddled close to him she whispered

“ I love you Arnav”

Tightening his hold on her, he looked down at her lying across his chest. “ I love you too Khushi, more than you can ever imagine “

For now it was enough. It was enough knowing that Arnav was going back to drink the now cold coffee with relish. It was enough knowing that they were going to spend the night in Khushi’s apartment above the cafe. It was enough knowing that two hearts were beating as one.

For now, the rain poured relentlessly , providing them a curtain of privacy as they remained wrapped in each other’s love in the car. Arnav marvelled in the redamancy, as he held the woman he loved in his arms, who loved him.

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Word Prompt "Colly wobbles" for the IPK 13th Anniversary Fiesta by @arshifiesta.

Character: Kaveri Khushi Gupta, Arnav Varun a.k.a AV

FF: A River Runs Through It

Author: meera30

Reason: Coz I am in love with this ff right now. Now stop finding reasons and read on.

Khushi didn't know how did he do it. It was freezing cold outside in Detroit and here was the man in question giving out a presentation which he had prepared ~in merely five minutes~ before the meeting had to be started urgently.

Clad in a crisp white shirt rolled up to his forearms, the angry gash visible just as a slip of cut, the jacket and the waistcoat already lying on the chairback. Tie hanging a lil bit loose from its usual place. Shiny charcoal colored trousers hugged his legs like a second skin. Yet, he looked as fresh and energetic as ever.

Illegal.

How can he be so perfect?

Why did I of all people had to fall for him?

She knew that her being physically bulky had nothing to do with who she fell in love with. And yet she felt a bit wretched for having fallen for such a personification of perfection.

Sometimes, she didn't know which one was more comforting? To have been immune from his charm and just keeping to herself in college or having badly fallen for him strong enough to keep away all the strangers she had met just so she could forget that one man. And yet, the 'date other men to forget him' idea was as terrible as it sounded.

As she could go no further then two minutes of looking at them and instantly comparing them to him. She knew she was being horribly desperate. But then anyone would be if the man in question was the subject of discussion...

She started scribbling an insignia (for the umpteenth time) in her notepad which she had used earlier to jot down the good points.

"Ms. Gupta. Its good that you are at least concentrating on something but I would much rather that something to be nothing but this presentation."

Arnav Varun was looking at her with that knowing smile as if he had found a key to a mystery puzzle he was looking for. His glasses gleaming at an angle.

Embarrassed at being in the wrong side, Khushi immediately changed the page and looked up at the projector screen.

"Sorry sir."

Did he know?

Had he seen her drawing his name initials in her notepad with such an interest?

What was with that smile?

And yet now he continued with his presentation as if nothing had happened. Voice unflinching and firm. Emanating an authority. An air of importance.

Hey shivji! Why do I have to be the one target that you are never tired of playing with?

The gravel in his voice still used to send chills down her spine in a good way of course.

"Okay everyone that would be it for now. If I happen to have something else I would be calling all of you back. Please be ready for more impromptu meetings this week. If anyone has any questions please do ask or you're free to leave, thank you for your attention."

Khushi gingerly raised up from her chair praying to let her go to a certain someone sitting in the Kailash parvat with his wife who loved creating sweet troubles for her in situations like these. She quickly wanted to slip away along with the rest of the others.

But, Arnav Varun didn't let that happen. He looked up from his laptop at her.

Please don't tell me to stay back.

Please tell me the one thing I am yearning to hear from you for half a decade now.

Please let me go.

Please stop me and kiss me.

Hey shivji! She might have as well become a lunatic by now.

She was about to leave when..

"Khushi.."

She turned back only to find him sitting at his chair relaxed. All tension and seriousness gone with everyone else from the room. He sipped his glass of chilled water.

There was something in this man that made her feel at peace and nervous at the same time.

"Yes sir."

She heard the sound of her voice which shivered slightly.

Don't get the wrong idea okay? I am DEFINITELY NOT scared of you.

"No 'sir' please, just AV, when we are alone."

"Okay.. AV.'

He smiled.

"Show me your notepad once Khushi."

NO. PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

'Uhh.. I am in need of it urg-"

"Yeah yeah I know you need it I had seen you noting down points in it. But please I assure you I don't eat paper and I would return it within a few sec. Please?"

Khushi very hesitantly held it out and before he could open it to her eternal mortification and second hand embarrassment, Arjun's name came flashing out on her mobile screen.

A whole wave of relief hit her whole being as she excused herself to pick it up as an important call, leaving behind all her things in the room.

After fifteen minutes when she came back to her cabin she realized she had left all her things in the meeting room. She was about to sprint back to the room. When she spotted her things: her laptop bag, her water bottle and her notepad neatly sitting in the center of her desk.

At lunch break, she entered the cafeteria and already found the whole team along with (of course) AV himself sitting at the corner-most booth. She walked up and sat at the chair two seats away from him. She saw his phone lying on the table.

Suddenly it came alive with a notification and she saw the lock screen. A sprawly drawing. Careless strokes of blue ball point pen. Carved into the paper on a ruled page which seemed familiar.

An insignia, which she had scribbled on her notepad, out of boredom, sitting in the meeting room, a few hours ago. She couldn't believe her eyes.

Heat rushed to her ears and a slow blush crept onto her face and refused to go away. She couldn't believe the fact that Arnav Varun had taken a click of her drawing and set it as the lock screen on his phone.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw him check the notification and quickly closed off the screen, checking if anyone else noticed it or not and went back to the conversation going on.

Khushi couldn't pull out the image of her insignia on his phone screen. Her mind kept replaying the image and she couldn't stop herself from blushing. Her body had gone into over-drive. Her heart was fluttering. Her hands and legs felt shaky. Her palms felt clammy. Warmth surrounding her face and neck and the rest of her body. Her stomach was in colly-wobbles.

Hey shivji, please, I must be looking like an idiot. Please help me staaaap this blushing, my cheeks are hurting now. Uff. Stupid AV. Stupid me.

[bucketsofsalt]

saathi hai deewana some (Khushi) might say

[arshiradio]

Babua was struck! ❤️

@arshifiesta

[phuljari]

social media au! part 3

summary : khushi is a model and influencer; arnav just seems to stumble upon her profile one day— not so much by accident. (or what if khushi fell in love at first sight?)

warnings : just some hindi/hinglish, cussing in both languages. deliberate typos. online stalker!shyam. ghosting

a/n : i am...trying something new (by using the word prompts) #IPK 13th Anniversary Fiesta @arshifiesta

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anjaliiiii.r Pooja ki thal vakai me tayyar thi @/nandiii !

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nandiii Haan di, mujhe toh laga aap khazaam kar rahe the lekin aapne toh mere liye kutta bhi liya tha diiiiii, thank you so so much😭😭😭

⤷aakash_r NK bhai "khazaam" nahi "mazaak"

⤷aakash_r Aur woh "kurta" hai "kutta" nahi

⤷nandiii Aakash tumhe kisi ne nai bola gaand adane

⤷arnavsinghraizada NK! (comment deleted)

⤷nandiii i meant *taang nannav, tum bhi na

⤷anjaliiiii.r Chotte tum toh rehne do, humne aur kharab chize suni hai tumhare muh se (comment deleted)

mahendrarudrapratapsinghraizada E sab ki kaa zarurat rahi anjali bitiya *smh*

⤷hellohibyebye kaahe nahi? aur e *smh* ka hai haan?

⤷mahendrarudrapratapsinghraizada shake my head

⤷hellohibyebye shakiya liye ho toh meaningwa bhi bata dete 😒

gulabo_devyani Aap. Kaa. Ee Ghar ma Swag.at hai

hari_prakash THaal humne sajayiee 🪔

user1 beautiful family

⤷user2 is he related to ASR?

⤷user3 he's an australian actor

iMessage

Arnav: Di Instagram pe toh mujhe "chotte" karke mat bulao!

Anjali: Kyun? Chotte?😂

Arnav: Di please wo comment delete karo

Anjali: Aisa toh kya ho gaya chotte?

Arnav: Di aapko pata hai meri wajah se kitne log aapko bhi follow karte hai

Arnav: Unko aisi comments dikhegi toh kaisa lagega

Anjali: Theek hai! Hum karenge agar tum bhi karoge

Arnav: Fine! Done! Ab khush?

Anjali: Haan... bohot KHUSHI hui chotte 😂😂

seen

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divalavanya Some of us were working while others were having date nights 😒 @/thekhushigupta

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shyamjha khushiji kya ye sach hai

⤷shyamjha bataye khushiji @/thekhushigupta @/titalya_k

hari_prakash yzxcv----000000000

⤷user1 snd bubs

user2 lavanya where is your beautiful face?

thekhushigupta shhh 🤫

⤷payaliyaaa Khushi??

⤷guptagarima Khajur khai ho kaa Khushi? Hum bheje kya tumhare liye?

user3 what's that camera model?

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titalya_k did i mention that i love jalebis?

#foodlover #foodie #eatingmyfeelingsaway #lostinareverie

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payaliyaaa Haan sabko pata hai!

⤷titaliya_k 👀

divalavanya Your gol gol baatein and gol gol jalebis 😵‍💫

guptagarima Khushi kitni baar bola hai bahar ka mat khaya kar! Sunti nahi hai bilkul

shyamjha khushiji bas ek baar aap humare messages padh lijiye

iMessage

Khushi: gol gol baatein kya?

Lavanya: Kya?

Lavanya: Oh

Lavanya: You didn't say what happened post ~sliding into his dm's~

Khushi: so

Khushi: i clearly didn't take your advice and

Khushi: i should've listened to you 😔

Lavanya: Babee😔😔

Khushi: he agreed to go out with me and i was so excited

Lavanya: Uh oh

Khushi: but then i found out that his cousin was in town and he was just trying to avoid him 😭

Lavanya: That's... not good

Khushi: and he said he's excited for our collaboration and it was really nice to get to know each other before we start working together 😭

Lavanya: 😶

Khushi: 😭😭😭

Lavanya: Babe don't stress eat please, you know that sugar isn't good for you right?

Khushi: .....

Khushi: don't take away my only coping mechanism😔

(1) new messages from arnavsinghraizada

arnavsinghraizada: So you love jalebis?

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(2) new messages from arnavsinghraizada

arnavsinghraizada: You know that I can see that you've left me on seen right?

arnavsinghraizada: And it is usually me who leaves people on seen

thekhushigupta: who doesn't?

arnavsinghraizada: ??

thekhushigupta: who doesn't love jalebis?

thekhushigupta: wait

thekhushigupta: pls don't tell me you're one of those freaks who doesn't eat jalebis??

thekhushigupta: sorry i cannot continue working at a place where my values are mismatched

arnavsinghraizada: I don't eat jalebis and...you haven't started work yet

thekhushigupta: and i wont??? wdym you don't eat jalebis?

arnavsinghraizada: Don't worry. I'm not one of those freaks who hates jalebis.

arnavsinghraizada: I have diabetes

arnavsinghraizada: So I can't

thekhushigupta: oh, i'm sorry

thekhushigupta: makes sense

arnavsinghraizada: What?

thekhushigupta: you don't eat sweets so how can you even talk sweetly?

arnavsinghraizada: What the-

thekhushigupta: ngl i thought you were too good to be true, i should've known

arnavsinghraizada: Known what?

seen

iMessage

Arnav: Aakash

Aakash: Yes bhai?

Arnav: What does it mean if someone leaves you on seen?

Aakash: 🤣🤣🤣

Arnav: 😒

Aakash: Bhai, it means you got ghosted!

Arnav: Huh?

Aakash: It means she doesn't want to talk to you anymore

Arnav: But why?

Arnav: Wait! How did you know "she" doesn't want to talk to me?

Aakash: 🫢

Arnav: Di told you???

Aakash: Everyone was asking where you were...

Arnav: Wtf does everybody know???

Aakash: We didn't know it was hush-hush

Arnav: It wasn't

Arnav: Tell me NK doesn't know

Aakash: 😶

Arnav: Fuck

Aakash: Kya farq padta hai bhai?

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Arnav: DI!

Anjali: Kya hua chotte, chilla kyu rahe ho?

Arnav: Aapne Khushi ke baare me sabko bata diya?

Anjali: Nahi batana tha kya?

Arnav: Aapko pata toh hai di

Anjali: Kya?

Arnav: Nevermind

Anjali: Naniji puch rahi hai ki Instagram pe @/thekhushigupta hai unke saath tum gaye the kal bahar

Arnav: Haan

Arnav: WAIT NO

Anjali: Too late chotte 😂

Arnav: 😠

Anjali: 😂😂😂

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thekhushigupta well, at least the outfit slapped (I couldn't)

#aboutlastnight

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usershyam khushiji aap bilkul apsara lag rahi hai

theshyamjha khushiji pls call me, humne aapko apna number bheja hai dm mein

shyamjha khushiji hume pata hai aap kaha rehti hain

gulabo_devyani Toh e pasand. rahi . chotte ki Anjali bitiya

⤷hari_prakash Ji nani ji, abhi bula ke laaye

anjaliiiii.r Khoobsurat 💖

hellohibyebye e ka pehni ho?? phati saree???

⤷nandiii It's the new fashion mausi ji 😌

arnavsinghraizada Interesting choice of words

⤷thekhushigupta 😏

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The 13th Anniversary Arshi Fiesta

Moodboard : Historical AU

Whispers of the Heart | Chapter 25 ( final)

DISCLAIMER: The story is set in the early 20th century. While I have made efforts to capture the essence of the era, there may be inaccuracies as this is a work of fantasy. I do not own the characters Arnav and Khushi, and this story is purely fictional with no relation to any real individuals, living or dead. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.

WARNING: 18+, MATURE CONTENT.

Final Chapter

Three years later.

It was the eve of Diwali, the festival of lights. The Rajput haveli was a vision of grandeur and festivity this evening. The entire estate was adorned with intricate decorations. Strings of twinkling fairy lights draped over every window and doorway and vibrant rangoli patterns were meticulously crafted at the entrance. Rows of gleaming diyas, their soft flickering flames casting a warm, golden glow, lined the pathways and courtyards, creating a serene and enchanting ambience. The air was filled with the scent of freshly made sweets and the sounds of laughter and celebration, as the household came alive with the spirit of joy and togetherness.

Arnav and Khushi had been celebrating their Dewalis with the Rajput family instead of their own Haveli, which they had finally managed to build according to their own taste. It was especially Khushi's touch that could be seen in every corner of the new Raizada state. Though they had a beautiful house of their own, they very much enjoyed spending their Dewalis with the Rajputs. Because, all of their near and dear ones were here and with Mahindar and Manorama's advancing age, they wanted to celebrate the festivals surrounded by all of their children.

"Oh shit."

Arnav hurriedly entered the room and locked the door behind him. Khushi was in the midst of getting ready. was adjusting a delicate gold necklace around her neck. She had styled her dark hair elegantly in loose waves that had gone perfectly with the stunning deep red sari, she had worn. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of concern as she looked up from her reflection.

"What happened?"

"The string of my trousers just snapped. Did you bring a spare?" Arnav replied, noticing how gorgeous she looked.

"Let me see."

As Khushi proceeded to see Arnav's broken trouser string, a mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

"Aren't you a bit too eager to see my treasures, Mrs. Raizada?"

Rolling her eyes at his antics, she said, "Take it off."

"As you wish."

Arnav grabbed her waist, gently placing her on the desk in her room. The old desk was not that big, leaving her back pressed against the wall. He moved to stand between her legs, gently pushing them apart.

"What are you doing?" she whispered yelled as his hands slid up her thighs. He wrapped one of his hands around her waist, pulling her a little closer, while he put the other hand against the wall, above her head.

"Nothing, just testing how sturdy the desk is," he said leaning closer to her. A playful smirk curled on the corners of his lips.

"Arnav, everyone is waiting for us downstairs."

"A few more minutes won't hurt them," he said, capturing her lips in a teasing kiss while his hands gathered her saree around her waist. He touched her in between her legs, finding her already eager for him.

"Ap aise nahi kar sakte," she whispered, biting her lips.

"Kyun nahi kar sakta? Biwi ho tum meri, my legally wedded wife." A soft whimper escaped her lips, as he pushed his fingers in between her nether lips. "And look at you," he murmured, "....already so ready for me. The idea of us on this desk excites you, huh?"

Khushi swatted his shoulder lightly and smiled, her eyes full of mirth. "Shut up."

"Make me."

In the past few years, so much had changed. What hadn't was the undeniable pull between them. Despite the upheavals in many aspects of their lives, there they were, still wrapped up in their own little world.

He looked devastatingly handsome, as always-nothing special in that. But the navy blue kurta he wore today made his eyes stand out even more, and they were now focused on Khushi, brimming with mirth.

Khushi clutched his collars and pulled him close as she fused their lips together, successfully wiping off the teasing grin on his face. Meanwhile, Arnav got rid of his trousers and entered her in a swift motion. Both of them moaned softly, their pleasure barely contained. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as she pulled him closer. Her back arched slightly while she adjusted to him. His lips travelled down her neck alternately sucking and kissing her soft supple skin. Her head fell back, eyes fluttered shut.

"Don't leave marks. It would be very awkward in front of the relatives." The desk beneath her creaked softly as he began to move.

"Shhh... I won't... at least not where everyone can see." He whispered, lightly sucking behind her ear.

Their rhythm grew frantic. They tried desperately to muffle their moans, as he pounded repeatedly into her. He then realized they were making lots of noises.

"Shit, your bangles.''

"Huh..?" When Arnav saw his wife completely blissed out and lost in the sensation. He just shrugged his shoulder and went back to his previous activities. Soon, their moans mingled in each other's necks as they finished together.

Both were breathing heavily. Khushi cradled her face against his shoulder, her fingers gently playing with his hair. While Arnav tried to catch his breath by resting his head on her neck. A sudden knock on the door startled them. Instead of pushing him away, Khushi clutched his neck even tighter, holding him close. Akash Bhai's voice came through the door.

"Khushi?"

Regaining her composure, Khushi answered in a shaky voice, "Haan, Bhai?" Her body froze in place.

"Where's Arnav? Hasn't he come yet? Bareilly wale Fufaji usko kabse dhoond rahe hain."

"Hume nahi pata, Bhai. Humne unko nahi dekha."

Khushi noticed her husband's shoulders shaking lightly. She cast a glare at his shoulders as if willing them to stop.

"Theek hain, main dekhta hoon. Tum jaldi tayaar hoke niche aao."

As Akash Bhai's footsteps faded, Arnav couldn't hold back his laughter any longer. He looked back at his wife, his amusement contagious. Khushi tried to give him a stern look but ended up laughing along with him, playfully swatting his chest. Arnav gazed at her affectionately before capturing her lips with his.

As much as he loved to kiss her whimpering lips, he loved kissing her smiling ones even more.

After freshening up, Arnav headed downstairs. As soon as he reached the bottom, two little bodies collided with him, and he effortlessly scooped them up into his arms. Three-year-old Akansha, a spitting image of Anjali as a child, brought back memories of his sister's younger days, while five-year-old Ajit, a perfect blend of Akash and Payal. They grinned up at him. Arnav settled into a nearby lounge chair, both children comfortably perched on his lap.

Little Akansha said in her baby voice, "Mamaji, thank you for the gift. Ma said me to thank you." She placed a tiny kiss on his cheek.

Not to be outdone, little Ajit mimicked her. "Ha, Mamaji, thank you."

Akansha quickly turned to him, frowning. "Arre, buddhu, wo sirf mere Mamaji hain. Tumhare nehi."

"He isn't your Mamaji either," Khushi chided little Akansha lovingly. "Remember what I told you? When you go to our house, you'll call him Mamaji. But when we come here, you have to call him Fufaji."

Arnav scrunched his nose in response, "Don't confuse the children, Khushi." Then, turning back to them, he added, "Why don't both of you just call me Uncle, okay?"

Both of them nodded and sprinted off to play in the courtyard.

Meanwhile, two pairs of brown eyes eagerly awaited their turn on his lap. As soon as it was vacant, they climbed onto each of his thighs. A sweet, confused voice asked, "Daddy, do we need to call you that too?"

"Oh, no, I've worked too hard for you to ever call me that."

"Well, your daddy was very close to being called 'Uncle' by my children once upon a time," Khushi said, lightly touching the little girl's nose.

Arnav cast her a mock glare and mouthed soundlessly, "How dare you?" In response, Khushi just laughed.

While little Ayushi snuggled against her father's neck, little Kush played with his toy, absorbed in his own world. Roma Chachi had remarked aptly that Khushi had indeed given birth to their own reflections, as the three-year-old twins were perfect mirrors of their parents.

While little Ayushi was a bit clingy and voiced her need for attention, little Kush was more reserved. Arnav saw himself in Kush more and more as the days went by. Though Kush didn't seek attention outwardly, inside he was just as eager for snuggles and cuddles as his sister. Even if he pretended otherwise, he desired the same affection. So, Arnav made sure to give both children equal attention. And in some cases, he made an extra effort to give affection to Kush while he was still open to it. Because, As Kush grew up, Arnav knew his little boy might not appreciate his father hugging him as much as his daughter might. It's just a man-code.

Arnav pulled little Ayushi closer, planting a kiss on her head, while he affectionately rubbed his son's back. Khushi watched them with a soft smile, her heart swelling with warmth and tenderness. It had been three years since their birth, and Khushi had been pestering Arnav for another child, but he kept refusing. Their birth had traumatized him enough. Arnav till date clearly remembered and almost felt the panic that he had gone through that night.

He had arranged for the best midwife in the area and had called a trained nurse from the missionary hospital for the delivery. The doctor had come as well and assured him that everything was alright and that the birth would proceed naturally. And there he was, pacing in front of the room where Khushi had been for two hours-two hours of listening to her whimpering and screaming in pain. Arnav was just minutes away from asking Hariprakash to fetch the doctor again when a deafening cry of a newborn pierced the air.

A joyous shout of Roma Chachi came from inside, "It's a boy!"

A few moments later, Roma Chachi emerged from the room with a little crying bundle and approached Arnav. But at the same time, another scream from Khushi nearly stopped his heartbeat. Roma Chachi tried to pass the baby to Arnav, but he grabbed her upper arms and asked urgently, "What's happening inside? How's Khushi?"

A hushed whisper circulated among the women in the room who had come to assist with the birth, noting Mr. Raizada's reluctance to take the baby in his arms. Roma Chachi looked around, guessing how the situation must appear, and spoke to Arnav in a hushed voice.

"Take your son, Arnav. Khushi will be alright."

Chastised by his mother-in-law, Arnav looked at the baby, who had stopped crying and was now gazing at him with wide eyes. He took the baby in his arms and sat on a sofa in the corridor. The baby's little body squirmed in the palm of his hand. Father and son stared at each other for quite some time. An overwhelming sense of protectiveness washed over him, though he couldn't exactly name the other emotions coursing through him. He just kissed the baby boy's forehead lightly and spoke softly as if the baby would clearly understand his words, "I'm not mad at you. I'm just scared."

A little while later, Anjali took the baby from Arnav while Khushi's screams continued to echo from the room, driving him to the brink of madness. He asked Hariprakash to fetch the doctor and also asked Anjali to go inside and see what was happening. Suddenly, the screaming stopped, and Arnav's heart pounded at the sudden silence. Roma Chachi emerged with another bundle, her face radiant with a brilliant smile. "There was another baby-a girl. It's a little Khushi."

Arnav placed his hand on the baby's head and asked, "How's she?"

"She will be okay, Arnav," Roma Chachi reassured him and transferred the baby to Arnav. He felt her snuggle into him as he placed a soft kiss on her crown. Since then, Little Ayushi never missed a chance to snuggle into her father's arm.

When everybody went home and the babies were settled with Anjali and Payal in the next room. Roma Chachi decided to sleep in the room, attached to where Khushi was. She was sleeping soundly after giving birth. The doctor said she had lost a lot of blood. Although the bleeding had stopped, she had become very weak. She looked pale, alarmingly pale actually and her breathing was shallow. Fear gripped Arnav's heart despite everybody's reassurance.

He spent the night holding her hand and sitting on the floor near her head, counting her breaths. He didn't know when he fell asleep, his head resting near their joined hands. But he woke up to Khushi's gentle fingers lightly gliding through his hair. When he opened his eyes, she urged him to lie down beside her on the bed. He obliged, and she didn't waste any time snuggling into his chest, her arm draped across his belly.

"Will you be angry with me for the rest of your life if I leave this world before you?"

Arnav's heart dropped at her question. "Don't ask me questions like that."

"Answer me, please."

He pressed his lips to her forehead. "I can never be angry at you."

"Good, I don't want you to be angry at me at all."

"Then don't even think of leaving."

Khushi tilted her head to look at him and smiled tiredly. Arnav placed a soft kiss on her dry lips. "I felt like I would never see you again, or our babies..... I was so scared."

Arnav gulped down the lump in his throat and didn't say anything in response, only pulled her closer to his body.

She had been quiet for a while, and Arnav thought she had fallen asleep when she spoke again."We have two babies now," she said almost disbelievingly.

"Yes, we do. We didn't even know how to raise one."

"Shhh, we'll manage," she said dreamily. "One baby is for you, one baby is for me. Did you hold them?"

"Yes, I did."

"I haven't yet. I guess I had fainted at the end," she said sadly.

"Why don't you get some sleep and gather some energy, Mommy?" he said lovingly. "If they're to be like you, we'll have a lot on our hands."

"What are you saying? I was a very quiet kid."

"Sure, you were," he whispered against her forehead.

"You were no better, mister. I know all the stories from your childhood, so you can't deny it. At least I didn't get stuck in a patila."

Laughing, Arnav gathered her in his arms even tighter, and both of them fell asleep like that.

"Bhaiya, Bhabi, come quickly! Roma Aunty is calling you," Amelia's voice called out across the courtyard to the little bubble of the family of four, who were just chatting.

Over the years, Amelia blossomed into the remarkable young lady she was destined to be. As the cloud of melancholy gradually lifted, it revealed her true essence—a kind, compassionate, and fun-loving individual, fiercely protective of those she loved.

"Let's go Mrs.Raizada."

He extended his hand toward his wife.

Khushi looked up at his extended hand, recalling a time when he had reached out in much the same way to guide a little girl out of the darkness.

Khushi scooped up Kush in her arms as Arnav held Ayushi. Hand in hand with their children nestled in their arms, they joined the rest of the family. The warmth of the burning diyas cast a golden glow over them.

In the end, as they embraced the spirit of the festival, they realized they found their perfect piece of forever in each other's arms, in each other's eyes, knowing that this was where they were always meant to be.

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