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The 13th Annniversary Arshi Fiesta

Moodboard: Historical AU

Whispers of the Heart | Chapter 04

I am not very good at writing ffs. I even read ffs very selectively. But it was an attempt of me to participate in the 13th-anniversary arshi fiesta.

I might be wrong about certain aspects of that age and era, but it's a fantasy, so why not? I don't own Arnav and Khushi and the story is purely fictional and has no relation to any living or dead. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Chapter 4

(continuation of events 2 years ago.......)

The next morning after breakfast Arnav went to the Malik haveli to meet Anjali. She was 5 years younger than him. When their parents died, she was only seven, It might be the reason why she still held an optimistic view of the cruel world, and still believed in fairy tales and happily ever afters. Arnav wanted her to have that, even if he couldn't hold that same outlook.

As soon as he entered the Malik haveli, Anjali rushed to him and Arnav too happy to see his younger sister picked her up and gave her a twirl just like he used to do when she was a child. Setting her up on her feet, he noticed the scowling eyes that were trained toward him. He approached her slowly and bent to touch her feet. "Namaste naniji, how are you?"

Suvadra Malik, instead of answering her grandson turned her head sideways. Sensing the atmosphere turning heavy, Arnav asked "Where's Mamaji Anjali? Is he home?"

"He is in the study" Anjali answered with more enthusiasm than required.

Soon After his mother died, his nanaji fell sick, and couldn't bear the grief of losing his beloved daughter. But before he died, he asked Mamaji to give both Arnav and Anjali a piece of land each for their future. Nand Kishore Malik was a loyal man, he had kept the promise. Soon after Nanaji died,mamaji transferred those lands to both of the siblings' names. Since then the income generated from those land was given to the siblings. Arnav kept Anjali's share in an account for her future and he used his shares for his studies. And truth to be told, that money wasn't enough for Arnav to bear the expenses of the boarding school. But it at least was enough to cover his tuition fee, that was a relief. Rest he would manage by doing part-time jobs. He used to give tuition when he came home during summers, and then in darjeling he used to work part-time as a clerk for a law farm. That job had opened so many doors for him; and allowed him a scholarship in Oxford, for that, he was immensely grateful. Now, he earned enough with his part-time law consultancy to bear the expenses of living in London. But he discovered a rundown textile factory which he wanted to buy and start a business. And for that, he needed money that he didn't have as he couldn't find a partner. He thought of asking Aman to join him, but he was so wrapped up in his family business that Arnav didn't want to disturb him.

With a knock on the door, "Namaste, Mama Ji, may I come it?"

"Arnav, my child, how are you, beta?" at least Mamaji was happy to see him. "I am good, Mama ji. I came to discuss something with you, It won't take much time."

That's when Arnav told Mamaji how he wanted to sell his share of the land to buy the factory and start a business. But he couldn't even finish, an angry voice growled from the door.

"What did you say? you will sell the LAND!! THE LAND MY HUSBAND HAD GIVEN YOU!!! and do what??? To spend the money on Alcohol and gambling like your Dada did or spend it on prostitutes like your scoundrel father did???" the rant continued. "We are sheltering a snake!!! A SNAKE!! your father didn't have any money. MY daughter had sold all the jewellery that WE gave her to send him to London. And how he repaid??? HE CHEATED ON HER!!!! HE BETRAYED HER!!! I have told you Nand Kishor that the apple didn't fall far from the tree. ye bhi apni baap ki tarah jis taali main khata hain uspehi ched karega, namak haram kahike!!!"

"Maa, what are you saying? stop it. kuch bhi bole ja rahe ho."

Suvadra was seething and if looks could kill Arnav would have been dead already. It was not the first time that Arnav had heard all of these. He was used to hearing something similar like that in his every visit. He didn't talk back or protest, because, for some unknown reason, his Nani's anger was projected to him only. She adored Anjali, maybe because she looked like her dead daughter. And Arnav didn't want to jeopardize that. Arnav was looking at his hand the whole time, " Mamaji, I'll take my leave now"

With that he came downstairs to see Anjali reading a book, he kissed her forehead softly and proceeded to leave. Mamaji called him from behind, "Take this, Arnav beta." Giving him the will papers of the land " Don't mind your naniji. she become old. she loses her mind sometimes" Cupping Arnav's face "Everything will be alright, I have faith in you". Arnav didn't know what to do after receiving such affection. He only nodded his head and left without any words.

Nand Kishore Malik was the one who brought Arnav and Anjali home when their uncle had kicked them out of Raizada house. The talk of the society and his mother's taunting had become unbearable for that boy. So with the help of Mahindar Rajput, he sent him to the boarding school. The boy never wanted anything from him ever and had always tolerated his mother's ruthless behaviour. The land was Arnav's to do whatever he wanted with it. And Nand Kishor had no right to withdraw it from him. On another note, it would take him years, if not decades to save that amount of money to start a business. Nand Kishore Malik sighed and wished a good fortune for his nephew.

On the other side, Khushi was waiting eagerly for Arnav to come home. She had a special surprise for him. As soon as he entered their dining room where everyone was arguing over something in the newspapers, she knew something was wrong. Nobody would suspect anything by looking at him, but she had spent hours decoding his every emotion. He couldn't hide something from her. Before he reached the table she approached him "What's wrong? "

Arnav was about to deny it but ended up saying "You know the usual Nani being Nani stuff ''. To cheer him up she said, "I have something for you that will brighten your mood instantly, come sit with others at the table, I'll be joining you in a minute". And she disappeared into the kitchen.

Minutes later Khushi came out with a tray containing small bowls full of kheer in them and served them to everyone. Arnav's favourite, 'badam ka kheer'. As soon as Arnav took a bite he moaned and said in between, "Roma chachi, today's kheer is the best you've ever made" Manoroma laughed out loud, " Well as much as I would like to have the compliment all to myself, but I haven't made today's kheer. Khushi has."

Arnav did a double take and whirled around to see Khushi "Since when did you learn cooking?". For some unknown reason, Khushi started to feel very shy all of a sudden. But Buaji saved her "Mat pucho, Arnav bitwa, don't know what happened to her, she made a ruckus learning to cook kheer this summer, she even burned her hand ".

Arnav suddenly took her hand sitting across from him to inspect "You've burned your hand? Tum theek ho?" Khushi not prepared to be in the centre of attention, withdrew her hand gently and said to him "It's ok now." Her Amma then joined in, " Today or tomorrow she has to learn, Madhumati ji. Better start today than regret later". with that all of their attention moved to something else and what that was Khushi couldn't tell, because all of her attention was zoned into the man in front of her and his activity. Khushi didn't know why she was looking at Arnav so attentively just enjoying his kheer - the little moan in every bite he took, his clearing of the spoon every time, his tongue darted out to polish off his lips after every bite. All of a sudden the temperature of the room changed, and Khushi started to feel very warm all over her, like she needed to take a shower. What's happening to her? 'should she ask Babuji to take her to the doctors?' She was contemplating all of that, when Akash bhai asked, "Khushi, what happened? Are you ok? Why are your cheeks so red?" a dumbfounded Khushi all but shrieked "I am fine, I just need some air, I'll be right back". And with that, she left them, who did not take much time to forget about her and move on to another topic.

That summer Arnav discovered how acutely attuned he was to Khushi. Wherever he was, whatever he was doing, his eyes would find her like a magnet. His ears would perk up by the sound of her payal or by the tinkling of her bangles or her laughter. And Arnav Also discovered how shamelessly his eyes would find the tiny exposed areas of her waist where her dupatta met the skirt. His eyes also noticed how the dupatta sometimes slipped to expose her back revealing two delicate dories that held the back of her top. It was a herculean task to suppress the itch in his hands every time he saw them. And Arnav also became aware that Khushi now had curves and to his surprise, he found them very beautiful. Since he came to Delhi he has been watching Khushi like a hawk every day, it's a wonder nobody had called him out already. Arnav was very confused with the feelings that were stirring up in him. And Arnav wasn't a fool to not understand what those feelings meant. But he couldn't decide what to do with those feelings yet.

It was the day of the Holi. Arnav didn't play Holi. Khushi was trying hard from the morning to bring him down, but to no avail. He had cooped himself up in his room till morning. Shayam Jha was their neighbour Mr. Sharma's nephew hailing from Lucknow. He was behind Khushi for almost 1 hour to drink some bhang. Khushi tried to tell him time and time again that she couldn't drink it now that her parents had forbidden her. Lastly, they came to a negotiation that if she drank one glass of 'thandai' then he would stop pushing her to drink 'bhang'. To get him off her shoulders, Khushi drank it.

Arnav was bored out of his mind. closing the book he was reading he went to the window and almost had a heart attack watching a scene happening downstairs on the lawn. Some boy was dragging a very reluctant and stumbling Khushi behind the thick bushes of the garden. Within minutes Arnav was beside her and seeing him the boy dropped Khushi's hand like a hot coal and shrank under Arnav's murderous stare. Arnav diverted his attention to Khushi. She was drunk." Khushi, why did you drink bhang?" he barked.

"I didn't " she slurred. her arms were flailing and she was on the verge of losing consciousness. Arnav supporting Khushi before she fell, gave another killer look to the boy who was fleeing the scene. Deciding to deal with him later, he scoped Khushi up in his arms and went to her room. He placed her on her bed tenderly and soon discovered that Khushi was clutching his collar. He gently pried her fingers from his collar and proceeded to leave.

''Arnav''.

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CRIMSON SHADE

Chapter 10

Weddings and Vendettas

He's a wolf in disguise

But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes

- ( The song of the chapter is 'Monster' by Lady Gaga)

Khushi sits silently at her desk, gently caressing the bandage on her wrist. With every blink, her eyelashes stir, each moment bringing a new flash of the same memory, vivid and unrelenting.

Rain.

Raindrops.

Raindrops clinging to long lashes.

Lashes framing beautiful brown eyes.

Fingers clutching a coat lapel,

Fingers circling a delicate wrist.

Teeth clenched around a glass piece.

Lips curled into a barely-there smirk.

Buaji's voice cuts through the trance. "Haire Nand Kishore, you're drenched! You'll catch a cold!" she fusses, rubbing a towel through Khushi's hair. Her eyes dart to Khushi's wrist, and a gasp escapes her lips. "What happened to your wrist?"

"It's just a tiny cut, Buaji. Don't worry."

"Are you feeling dizzy?"

"Why would I feel dizzy?"

"Because the sight of blood makes you dizzy, bitiya. Are you alright?"

"Oh," Khushi says, a trace of bitter amusement in her voice as she remembers the younger version of herself, the one who would faint and vomit at the mere sight of her own blood. Buaji doesn't know, that Khushi died a long time ago. The girl who once crumbled at the sight of red vanished the day she ended a man's life. Blood doesn't bother her much anymore. She's learned how to control it. Like she's learned to control the feelings coursing through her blood.... rage, fear, desire....

Except when 'he' is near.

One particular Armani-clad individual still makes her blood boil, agitating her to the point that she forgets all of her old phobias.

She can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad one.

It can't be anything but disastrous.

He is poisoning her blood.

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When Khushi steps out of the shower, wearing her favourite pajamas with towel wrapped loosely around her hair, she sees Buaji rummaging through her cupboard, pulling out every designer outfit she owns.

"What are you doing, Buaji?"

"Didn't Mr.Jha tell you, bitiya? We are going to Gurgaon."

"For what?"

"The Oberoi's eldest son is getting married!...what you guys tell it these days..oh huh..'destination' or something. Obviously, all of Delhi's elites will be there. So, Mr.Jha is taking us with him."

"When?"

"As far as I know, we're supposed to prepare for a two-day stay there, this Saturday and Sunday."

Oh, Sucks.

This puts such a damper on her 'find-the-evidence-and-get-the-hell-out- of-here' project. Two days of mundane chatter, ridiculous cosplays and forced pleasantries. Fake smiles and empty wishes will be used left, right and centre. Weddings bore her to death. Why does she even need to attend? She doesn't know the bride or groom.

Uff..

But of course, Mr.Jha is busy trying to establish every connection he can before his election. Shakti Singh Oberoi isn't just one of the richest men in the city, Mr.Jha's real interest probably lies in the fact that the Oberoi family has a long list of people in Parliament right now. It's always about power and politics.

Buaji holds up two lehengas in front of her, waiting for Khushi to choose.

"Pick whichever you like, Buaji. I don't care."

"What will I do with her? Fine, I'm picking the red one," Buaji huffs.

Khushi rolls her eyes. Buaji can't be more predictable. "Not the red one."

"Why? Red looks good on you, bitiya."

"I'm kind of hating the red colour nowadays. What about pick the purple one."

Khushi connects her phone to the charger as buaji keeps sorting her clothes. She wraps herself in her blanket and drifts off to sleep.

But brown eyes invade her dreams.

Vivid, relentless, and inescapable.

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It's insufferable. He is insufferable. That egoistic man is not letting her sleep at night. Khushi throws off her covers and sits up in her bed, dragging her laptop toward her. She will teach him a lesson. What leverage does he have against her again? A CCTV footage. She will hack his phone and erase that footage.

She fiddles with her phone. She has his number, right? He's sent her a text with that video. With a few taps, she searches for his contact.

What the fuck...

Of course, it's encrypted. But it's an encryption she can break.

"Game on, Mr.Raizada. Since the day we met, all you've done is threaten me and pin me against the wall. Now you've crossed your limits. You're pinning me in my dreams as well. I will show you what messing with me will cost you."

Her eyes gleam as her fingers fly across the keyboard, the adrenaline coursing through her veins. A smile stretches across her face as she cracks the code and is almost one tap away from erasing all the information from his phone when her laptop hangs. The screen scrambles with a warning about virus detection, and she curses under her breath as the laptop goes into self-preservation mode.

Frustrated, she rubs her eyes. Her phone beeps with an incoming message. An unknown number.

'Nice try, little bird.'

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For the next few days, Khushi looks like a zombie. Not only is she plagued by the same dreams--or nightmares, as she prefers to call them--but nothing interesting is happening in her father's study either. Apparently, the wolves haven't yet discovered who killed their beloved daughter, so the serpents are safe, at least for now.

All of these make Khushi ponder a certain offer. It doesn't feel so bad sitting in her own bedroom, frustrated with empty search results and the impending mind-numbing conversations with a bunch of unknown wedding guests. An IT expert at a tech company-her classmates would salivate over a job like that straight out of college. She knows it's not her qualifications that are getting her this opportunity; it's because of something she can do for him.

Then there's what he said about providing evidence against her father. Ugh... why does she become such a fireball in his presence? He was right. She asked all the wrong questions. Instead of inquiring about the evidence he mentioned, how he got it, and how she could use it, she let his threats get to her and lost her shit entirely.

"I expected more from you, Khushi," she chides herself, banging her head against her laptop. It's a new task for her now, a new skill to learn: how to keep her cool in the presence of Mr.Arnav Singh Raizada.

But she doesn't have his number. How will she contact him? The encrypted number is a one-way street; she can't text him back.

There goes the offer. Now she has to wait for another chance meeting with him to tell him she'll work for him, but only if she can lay down some conditions of her own.

And the worst part? She has no idea when or if she'll meet him again in the near future.

The uncertainty gnaws at her, leaving her more frustrated than ever as she packs her bag for the wedding she is going to attend. The wedding is set in a luxury resort just on the outskirts of the city, no more than a two-hour drive away.

As she tosses clothes into her trolley, her mind races with scenarios, each more outrageous than the last, where she meets him again and tells him about her accepting his offer. She can already imagine the smug look on his face, that infuriating smirk that makes her want to scream, punch and wipe that smile from his face all at once.

But beneath the annoyance, there's a spark of determination. If she can just see him again, she'll find a way to turn the tables. She won't let him intimidate her or pin her down anymore.

Then her thoughts shatter as ice water of realization washes over her. What's the point of thinking about the offer or accepting it? Her father would never allow her to work, and neither would Mr.Jha. She can never do it anyway. She grits her teeth and snaps her trolley shut.

Khushi sits stiffly at the long banquet table, flanked by her father and Mr.Jha, her hands resting on her lap beneath the lavishly decorated tablecloth. The glittering wedding hall around her feels suffocating, the loud hum of chatter and laughter grating against her nerves. Her father, seated to her right, exchanges polite conversation with the other guests, his tone authoritative, as always. To her left, Mr.Jha, the epitome of perfection, flashes his charming smile to those who pass by, looking every bit the polished, well-bred man her father adores.

But Khushi feels disconnected. She is drowning in a world of pretension and formality, a world where every word is calculated, every action rehearsed. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and freshly cut flowers, but it only reminds her how out of place she feels here.

The fabric of her lehenga digs into her skin. She wishes she could tie her hair up, but the makeup artist had styled it in loose waves cascading around her shoulders. The heavy jewellery weighs her down, making her body ache.

She should feel honoured to be seated between these two powerful men, her father's pride and her fiancé's polished charm surrounding her. But all she feels is trapped. Her thoughts swirl with a mixture of resentment and exhaustion. The glittering lights, the perfect smiles, the endless small talk, it all feels hollow.

Her gaze flickers across the room, trying to avoid the eyes of those who expect her to smile, to play the role of the dutiful daughter and future wife. But beneath the calm exterior, her heart races. Her body is present, but her mind is far away.

She softly drums against the linen, as Her eyes drift up, almost instinctively, and there he is.

So the Eagles are here as well, huh?

He is indeed an Eagle through and through, his presence alone exudes power. He’s draped in a deep brown suit-type sherwani, she isn’t quite sure what they are called. The tailored fabric clings perfectly to his imposing frame, every seam accentuating the breadth of his shoulders and the straight line of his posture. The deep, almost regal brown not only adds a richness to his look, but also brings out his eyes even more. She huffs closing her eyes.

He might be an asshole, but he's the kind you can't help but stare at. The traditional attire only adds to his appeal, making him infuriatingly hard to ignore, despite the attitude that comes with it. His presence demands attention, and no matter how arrogant he seems, there's no denying he's dangerously attractive.

His dark gaze fixed on her from across the room. His expression is unreadable, but the intensity behind his eyes is unmistakable. A shiver runs down her spine. A spark ignites in the air between them that no one else seems to notice. She quickly looks away, her pulse racing.

But the pull is undeniable. She glances back at him, catching his gaze once more. She was looking forward to this moment, the chance to meet him face-to-face once more. Her lips curve into a small, almost imperceptible smile, one she tries to suppress but can not. It doesn't escape him. One of his eyebrows lifts up.

And her breath catches. And in that split second, Khushi feels like they are the only two people in the room, locked in a battle of unspoken words and unreadable expressions. But that slight lift of his brow, that glint in his eyes-it tells her he knows. He always knows.

From the corner of her eye, she sees the wedding planner she was introduced to earlier, guiding the Eagles toward the table where she sits. Her heart skips a beat as she watches the group approach slowly. As soon as the first one arrives, the atmosphere shifts. One by one, the members of the Eagles come into view, their faces hardening the instant they spot who is already seated. It takes only a split second. A cold realization ripples through the group. This was a mistake. The wrong families had been seated together.

The wedding planner, blissfully unaware of the gravity of the situation, smiles brightly at all of them. She tenses, her eyes flicking toward Mr.Jha, who sits rigidly beside her. A conversation runs through her mind.

"He said he was sure about who killed his father. But how could that be? The person he's talking about was just a boy back then...what, 14 or 15?"

Her eyes snaps back to the brown one.

Oh no!

The tension becomes palpable, thick enough to choke on. Guests at the table shift uncomfortably in their seats, casting uneasy glances at one another.

Mr.Rathore exchanges a sharp glance with Mr.Raizada before his gaze slid to her father, then to Mr.Jha, his lips pressed into a thin line, the displeasure clear despite his outward calm. "Well, this is.....unexpected," Mr.Rathore muttered, his voice cold, eyes darting between the Serpents already seated at the table.

Tension spikes when one of the men beside Mr.Raizada, makes a move to grab the collar of the wedding planner, his temper threatening to erupt. But Mr.Raizada raises a hand, a silent command, and the man freezes. Without breaking his composure, Mr.Raizada pulls a chair out in a smooth motion and gestures Mr.Rathore to sit. Then, with deliberate calm, he pulls out the chair beside Mr.Rathore and sits down himself. He leans back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Forgive the wedding planner for the misunderstanding, Rakesh," he says, with his unsettlingly neutral voice with no malice, no hatred, no rage, no irritation, nothing. "After all, we are all friends here, aren't we?"

Her pulse quickens. She doesn't need to glance at her father to know his jaw is clenched, his fingers likely curled into tight fists beneath the table. And yet, mr.Raizada remains disturbingly calm, too calm. His eyes scan the faces of the serpents, not a single emotion flickering across his features. If anything, he seems amused, as if he's daring them to react, to make the first move.

Mr.Jha gives a curt nod,"Of course," he bites out, faking a smile. There aren't only the members of the Serpents and the Eagles, there are also Mr.Jha's political allies. He has to save face.

Across from her, the brown eyes briefly meet hers before he addresses everyone, "I trust we can make it through a few hours without incident," his voice low but carrying enough weight to silence the murmurs around the table.

The Eagles exchange wary glances as they hesitate for a beat before taking their seats. She watches across from her Junior Rathore quietly takes his place beside Mr.Raizada and then the two girls she saw at the restaurant earlier slide into the seats beside him. One of them, petite, with big dark eyes flashes her a small, secretive smile. The other, with glossy dark hair and a bit more confidence, sneaks a wave as though they're old friends sharing a private joke.

Strange. She frowns. Yet her lips twitch at the surrealness of the situation.

“Oh, darling, you’re here! Sorry, I’m late,” a singsong voice says as a freshly manicured finger trails across Mr.Rathore’s shoulder. A gorgeous woman in a black saree slides into the seat beside him. Ah yes, Mr.Rathore’s girlfriend, Sheetal Kapoor. The envy of all the men in the society.

Slowly, they begin to converse among themselves, and the atmosphere around the table settles back into a semblance of normalcy. Conversations ebb and flow as laughter punctuates the air. Khushi takes a sip of her cold drink, letting the chill pass through her, while her gaze drifts across the table.

There he is, blatantly staring at her, swirling his drink in the glass with a casual nonchalance that betrays his boredom. The corner of his lips quirks up.

She can't help but feel the heat rising in her cheeks under his unwavering gaze. It's as if he's dissecting her every move, and for a moment, she wonders if he can read her thoughts. With a quick glance, she meets his eyes, holding his gaze for a heartbeat longer than necessary before looking away, trying to regain her composure.

She rolls her eyes internally, refusing to let him see how flustered he makes her. "So charming," she mutters under her breath, hoping the sarcasm will help ease the tension brewing between them. But inside, she feels that familiar spark igniting again, making her pulse race.

She steals another glance, catching him smirking now, that infuriatingly confident smirk that tells her he knows exactly what effect he has on her. The table buzzes around them as the two of them are locked in a silent battle of wills.

The conversation around them shifts into the importance of female education, equality and how Mr.Jha is doing excellent job in this regards, but she has tuned it out.

She places her glass almost defiantly and crosses her arms, looking at him fully, refusing to look away. His smirk stretches further. It's smooth and teasing. He's savouring every second of their little game.

But the game is cut short when a woman, one of the wives of a business associate seated with the Serpents, turns her attention to Khushi with a warm, curious smile

"What about you, bitiya? Are you attending college?"

She blinks, breaking her staring contest, and smooths the napkin over her lap. Her composure slips back into place. She clears her throat, quickly scrambling to switch gears from their wordless duel to the polite conversation at hand.

"Oh, um..." she starts, offering the woman a polite smile. "I've graduated recently from IIT Delhi. Computer Science"

"She’s graduated with honours. We are very proud of her." Mr.Jha adds to their conversation.

The lady smiles radianty at her , "Oh, that's excellent. A girl in Computer Science. I'm so intrigued. Are you doing anything right now? Are you applying for higher education? Masters or PhD or anything else?"

"Umm.... I guess I'm now on a creative hiatus...exploring few..... personal interests."

Out of the corner of her eye, she catches his raised eyebrow across the table, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. Then a sinfully deep voice joins the conversation as well. "In other words, you're neither studying nor working," he comments flatly.

"There are other things I do, of course." she feels her ear pinking as she sips her drink to control the verbal lashing that begs to come tumbling toward Mr.Raizada.

"Do share," he taunts in mock fascination. "What do you do, Miss Gupta? Besides collecting degrees just to keep them gathering dust, I mean." The table falls silent, not a good kind of silence.

"I'm sure, Miss Gupta will have a bright future. She is a brilliant girl and will do wonders to the society alongside her fiancé, Mr.Jha. They will be such an extraordinary couple," Mrs.Rastogi intervenes.

"Yeah, I'm sure, they will. So, tell us, Miss Gupta, what are you planning to do with that degree you get...with the money of the honourable tax payers of this country....besides indulging in hobbies and attending galas..." her eyes narrow as her fingers tightens around her glass, ".....or is it keeping the fashion industry afloat by purchasing enough clothes to dress half the country? If so, thank you in advance by the way, for investing in our business."

"I'm going to kill you, Mr.Raizada," she mutters silently clenching her teeth.

The poor lady, Mrs.Rastogi comes to damage control as she nervously adds, "The IT field has flourished in the last few years. I'm sure she'll find something to contribute to that. Bitiya, what are you planning to do next? Work, perhaps?"

Khushi hesitates, not sure how to respond to that question in front of everyone. Before she can find the right words, the infuriating man cuts through the conversation."Well, that depends, doesn't it?" His gaze flickering to her father and then Mr.Jha, before finally landing back on her. "I suppose certain permissions are required before any plans can move forward."

The words are casual, but the barb is clear. Her polite smile wavers just a fraction.

A particular clinking sound of curtilary draws her attention to Mr.Jha. His expression is calm, but his knuckles whiten around his fork. "Actually, that's not true. I'll let her to do anything she wants." Mr.Jha replies smoothly, his tone polite but edged with barely concealed irritation.

"You'll let her...." He quotes him and smirks leaning slightly forward , "...like I said, she needs your permission to do a job if she wants. Where's the equality in this again?"

"Khushi's future is important to all of us. We only want what's best for her. She has full autonomy to do whatever she wants to do." Mr.Jha says through gritted teeth.

Her eyes meeting the brown ones. His gaze is sharp, as though he's daring her to respond. But she remains silent.

"Oh, that's wonderful to hear, Mr.Jha. How reassuring it is to know that our future leaders practice what they preach! Supporting your fiancée in her career sets such an extraordinary example for the young generation of this country," the lady gushes on and on and on.

"Yes, thank you, Mrs.Rastogi," Mr.Jha responds politely, meanwhile shooting daggers across the table. "Empowering women is a central theme of my campaign. After all, charity does begin at......"

"Actually, Dad," Khushi cuts in with a slightly higher tone, turning fully toward her father, "I have been thinking of sharing this with you for a couple of days. I have an offer from a tech company. Paragon Tech.....I think, I'll consider that offer. What do you think? It's a good company, right?" She asks faking a bright, enthusiastic smile. It's an opening. She had to take this chance.

"Yes, it's a good company. You can work there if you wants, sweetheart." His father says before pursing his lips. "We'll always support her." her father continues, nodding at Mrs.Rastogi while brown-eyes looks like he’s just won the argument.

Everyone returns to their starters as the conversation dies down, but an urge lingers in the air. An urge to strike back.

"You know, Mr.Raizada," Mr.Jha starts with a casual tone. "I heard a very amusing story a few days ago... one of my bodyguards just mysteriously found himself unconscious in your presence."

And that infuriating smirk is back on his face as he wipes his mouth with a napkin. "My condolences. You need better security, Mr.Jha, with better skill to remain on their feet.....and better manners."

Mr.Jha’s jaw tightens, but before he can retort, Her father addresses the brown-eyed man across the table with a hard look. "Mr.Raizada, have you forgotten your manners at home?"

Something darker flickers in the caramel-brown orbs, "On the contrary, Mr.Gupta, I remember them quite well, much to your future disappointment."

She can feel both Mr.Jha and his father's rage toward the brown-eyes radiating off them in waves. And she’s sitting in the centre of these three men.

The servers gathering around the table help bring the tension down a few notches. Mr. and Mrs.Rastogi attempt to extinguish the brewing disaster by shifting the conversation to lighter topics, asking Mr.Jha about his political campaign and other matters.

And all this time, his eyes have been on her. Discreet this time, not very obvious.

She feels like burning from the inside out, and all he does is watch, his expression unreadable. It drives her mad, to the point she wants to scream, but instead, her voice comes out quieter as she responds to Mrs.Rastogi's other questions.

After a while, he leans in, his lips moving silently as he whispers something to Mr.Rathore. And then he leaves the table, leaving behind a empty chair in front of her.

The chair remains vacant when their main course is served, even through dessert.

Without his brown eyes all over her, she feels strangely empty too, just like the chair does.

And it’s a dangerous feeling.

A feeling that could ruin her.

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10 famous Politicians of Bihar

Bihar is a great state and it has given great people to our country like the first president of India Dr. Rajendra Prasaad was from Bihar. There are many other politicians in India who are from Bihar and their policies are helping in the development of India. The article will give information about some of the top politicians of Bihar.

Here are some politicians from Bihar.

1. Nand Kishore Yadav

2. Meira Kumar

3. Nitish Kumar

4. Jitan Ram Manjhi

5. Sushil Kumar Modi

6. Ram Vilas Paswan

7. Pushpam Priya Chaudhary

8. Raghuvansh Prasad Singh

9. Lalu Yadav

10. Krishna Kumar Mishra

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Here’s a list of some cheapest hotels and dharamshalas in Mathura for a budget-friendly stay, especially for pilgrims and short-term visitors. lets discuss about cheapest hotels in mathura

🏨 Cheapest Hotels & Dharamshalas in Mathura (Starting from ₹300)

💰 Radha Raman Ashram

Starting at ₹300 per night

Close to main temples

Basic, peaceful, and simple setup

💰 Balaji Dham Ashram

Rooms from ₹300

Calm environment, good for spiritual visitors

Essential facilities available

💰 Jai Radha Madhav Guest House

Starts from ₹350

Near important temples

Clean and decent rooms for short stays

💰 Shri Radha Nand Kishore Dharamshala

From ₹350 per night

Quiet place with basic amenities

Ideal for yatris and pilgrims

💰 Vrinda Anandam Resort (Budget Section)

Starting at ₹350

Serene surrounding, neat and budget-friendly

💰 Shreeji Guest House

Rooms from ₹400

Comfortable and clean with basic features

💰 Brij Dham Guest House

₹400 onwards

Centrally located, easy access to transport

💰 Shri Radha Govind Dharamshala

Starting at ₹450

Peaceful vibes, suitable for families

💰 Bihariji Dharamshala

From ₹450 per night

Near key temples, simple and tidy stay

✅ Conclusion: Mathura has plenty of cheap accommodation options starting from ₹300–₹500 per night. These are perfect for pilgrims, solo travelers, or anyone looking for a basic yet comfortable stay close to the temples and ghats. Let me know if you want AC/non-AC options or rooms near a specific temple.

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