I will win you Back ( Currently Being Rewritten)

The start of a storm

It had been 3 days since Shyam had left and the dynamics between Arnav and Khushi had completely changed. Earlier Khushi was the one to constantly pester Arnav with questions about their marriage and he remained silent but this time it was Arnav who was constantly trying to start conversations between them, but she remained adamant to not discuss anything other than work and house matters. She was completely prepared for a lashing from him on her constant ignorance but somehow Shyam's departure had brought out a level of patience in him, unseen till then, which helped him endure her silence. By this time, even the family had noticed the tension between them but kept quiet leaving the matter to the couple. 

The evening sky had brought an orange tint to the room as Khushi stood near the cupboard arranging the freshly arrived laundry. Arnav came in from office, tired from work only to stop at the door admiring the beauty in front of him. 

Khushi had tucked the end of her red saree's pallu into her skirt, and the dori had untied, moreover her tight bun had rendered only a thin strap of her blouse to cover her back. 

Khushi had sensed his presence the minute he reached the door, and froze feeling his intense stare on her back. Fumbling with the pallu she freed it and was about turn when she heard the sound of the bolt.

As soon as he reached her, he saw her hands clutching the shirt hung directly in front of her. Taking his own sweet time to let his fingers linger at her back, he tied the dori and stood their holding her shoulders. She took a sharp intake of breath, as she felt his hands moving through her neck freeing her hair. He smelled her rose scented-shampoo as her dark locks covered his face. As his chin rested for her shoulder, her eyes closed involuntarily. In that moment, all was forgotten, the thoughts of Shyam and the contract thrown away as they melted into the moment. His other hand slowly  traveled across her arm and was moving to snake around her waist when the shrill ringing of her phone brought them back from their trance. While Arnav cursed under his breath, Khushi scolded herself internally moving away to check her mobile phone. 

Seeing the unknown number flashing on the screen, she cut the call and ran downstairs,

Arnav went to the washroom to freshen up. But when he came out, he saw her phone still ringing. Assuming the call to be urgent, he picked it up and barked out a "Yes" only for a sickening feeling to rise in his stomach hearing the familiar voice just for a minute. 

"Khushiji, hum aapko mauqa de rahe hai, bhaag jaayien waha sein."

(Khushiji, I'm giving you a chance, run from there.)

Recognizing the voice, he let out a surprised exclamation only for the call to be cut. 

"Shyam."

Khushi stood in the kitchen lost with a slight blush thinking of the recent happenings in Arnav's room as Anjali and Payal came in discussing the preparations for the next day's prayer meeting.