"Khushi!" NK exclaimed but she didn't have time to turn around completely because she had already bumped into something.
"Oh My God! I'm ..I'm so..sorry," she said looking at the mess she had made on a white shirt, her hand print visible with the red paint. She looked up to see who it was and her eyes made contact with other familiar ones, Arnavs.
Khushi stepped back from him, looked at him. but he wasn’t looking at her. She followed his eyes and saw her red handprints on his white shirt. Arnav looked up when he heard her gasp then saw her eyes widen, as a natural instinct Khushi went to cover her mouth, but Arnav grabbed her hand before she could noticing that the paint would also get on her.
“Khushi look what you did to this man,” NK said coming up behind her.
“I didn’t see him coming,” Khushi replied looking back at the red print, “I’m really sorry,” she told Arnav again.
“I apologize on her behalf also,” NK said to him.
“It’s no problem,” Arnav replied.
“We didn’t even introduce ourselves, I’m NK by the way, and you are?” he said extending his hand forward
“I’m Arnav,” Arnav said shaking hands with him and earned a shocked expression from NK.
“You're Arnav?! Arnav Singh Raizada?!” he asked surprised and taking his hand back.
“Yeah,” he said nodding.
“But what are you doing here Mr. Raizada?” NK asked.
“Arnav, just call me Arnav,” he said. Khushi remembered just a few days back when he had told her the same thing and suppressed a smile thinking about it.
“NK this is Arnav,” Khushi decided to intervene.
“Yeah I know that Khushi, he just told me the same thing,” NK said.
“Nk this is Arnav, m soon-to-be-fiance,” Khushi added.
“He’s your fiance?” NK asked looking between the both of them. NK had heard a lot about him and he had a very reputable name; owning one of the biggest fashion house in the country, a business tycoon’s, almost every girl in the girl was crazy after him.
“Well congratulations to the both of you,” he said.
At the end of class all the students were leaving and Khushi went up to Arnav who had decided to stay for the remainder ten minutes. Arnav had called her home and asked Payal about where the art gallery so he could take her out tonight.
“Is the class finished?” he asked.
“Yeah, we can leave,” Khushi said.
After saying bye to NK, they both went to the car. Khushi suggested that they go home first so that Arnav could change his shirt before they go eat.
“It’s getting dark out,” Arnav replied, “And it will take a longer time to get home so I have a better plan.”
“Better plan?” she asked.
“Yeah, I have an apartment near here and I have some clothes there. And since it is getting late, we could just order food there,” he said, “If you don’t mind.”
“No it’s fine, we can do that,” she told him. She was actually glad that they weren’t eating out, she wasn’t a very public person and it just made her feel very insecure sometimes when everyone would always watch her.
Arnav drove the car to the apartment and parked it in the lot. He went over to Khushi’s side and opened the door, they then took the elevator to the 4th floor, which is where his room was located. Standing in front of the door, he patted his hands on his pockets to find the keys. After finding them in his inside coat pocket, he unlocked the door then stepped aside, letting her get inside first.
Khushi stepped into the room, and heard the door behind her closing.
“This is the living room area,” she heard his husky voice behind her, he was referring to the room that they were just now standing in.
“And there’s a bedroom over there,” Arnav told her motioning to door that was on the left, “And there’s a kitchen this way.” He walked around the corner to the right. The kitchen had a wooden floor, just like the rest of the apartment. There was a counter slab in the middle of it, with stools around instead of a separate table for eating. A white refrigerator stood in the corner, a stove and oven were against the far wall.
"I'll make dinner," Khushi said looking around.
"You don't have to, I’ll just order something" he said turning back to her.
"No, it's fine. Also I like to cook, so I won't mind," she replied. Khushi went over to the cupboards and opened them up trying to find something that she could make.
“Is there anything that I could make?” she asked after not finding anything that would make a meal.
“There is some pasta,” he said opening a door, inside were just foods that one of the servants came and usually stocked monthly.
“Here you go,” he handed her a box, “And there are probably some vegetables in the refrigerator.”
Khushi went and took them out.
“I’m going to go take a shower and change,” he said and left.
Arnav walked into the room and took off his tie, throwing it on the bed. He went over to the cupboard where his clothes were hanged and pulled out a sweat shirt with track pants. Grabbing his towel that was lying on the bed, he headed into the bathroom to take a shower. After about 10 minutes he walked out and the aroma of pasta was all he smelled. The looked around for the laundry basket. but couldn’t find it. So he just stuck the white shirt that had the paint on it in the bottom of his dresser
Khushi had just finished making the pasta and was mixing in the tomato sauce when she saw Arnav approaching.
“Where are the plates?” she asked looking up at him.
“I’ll get them,” he offered instead of telling her. Arnav gof out two plates and then gave them to her. Khushi put the pasta in them and covered the pot so that the remaining amount wouldn’t get cold.
Arnav took the plates and placed them on the coffee table in the living room. Since it was Saturday, there was probably a movie playing, he said that they could eat in there.
“How was your day?” Khushi asked picking up the plate of pasta from the table and putting it on her lap.
“It was busy. I’m just working on making sure everything is set and done that I need to do here before we leave,” Arnav replied.
“Hmm,” was all Khushi replied then looked back up at the television to see what was on.
Then Arnav’s phone rang, so he fished it out of his pocket to answer it.
“Hello,” he answered and someone from the other line responded.
“I’ll ask,” he said, “Ok bye.”
“Are you busy tomorrow?” he asked putting the phone away.
“In the morning we’re going to Gurudwara, but after that I’m free for the rest of the day,” she replied, “Why are you asking?”
“So is there anything in wrong for me to ask my fiancee if she’s busy or not?” he asked smirking.
“No no, I was just wondering,” she replied a bit flustered.
“Di just called and wanted to know if you’re available because we have to pick out engagement rings and do some shopping,” he said, “So is it fine with you if we go tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” she replied and took another bite out of her pasta.
