Chapter 2: Khushi
Khushi snuggled closer, glad for his warmth on this cold winter night. In the deepest parts of her heart she'd wished that, somehow, she would see Arnav-ji at midnight, and now he was here. She took a deep breath, inhaling his familiar scent, and voiced her grievances.
"I tried to contact you all day. Where were you?"
"Sorry. I spent the day watching NK and Aakash making one outrageous plan after another so Aakash could see Payal. They wouldn't let me work."
"You work too hard," she pushed against his chest gently.
"You weren't there to distract me."
She smiled, thinking of the times they'd almost been caught, the lies they'd had to tell, to keep this secret. It was thrilling, but she couldn't deny that she'd be glad when it was over. When they revealed their intentions to their families and the next chapter of their lives would begin – their own wedding.
"Khushi?"
"Mmmm?"
"I think I should go. If someone sees ... I don't want to cause trouble for you."
She held him tighter.
"Jiji isn't back yet. Aren't you driving Aakash-ji home? Stay until they come back."
His laughter was a deep rumble in his chest.
"Okay."
