The Bet is On (Completed☑️)

16. Mankooh's Desperateness

Chapter 16

As soon as the lecture ends, Khushi scurries out of class to wait near corridor grill.

The sun of winters is casting bliss rays all around trying to match the sheer bliss of her life. The notion of being insanely loved instead of plain-love is thrilling enough to never get tired of thanking Allah. Arnav's hard work for their love has paid off otherwise today she would have been probably getting married to that player Owais. Yes, a player. She thoroughly checked his social accounts and they were blasted with the innumerous clicks with sticky sweet friends.

Proud aside, Millions, billions and trillions thanks to Allah that she is the wife of the best husband of the world.

The phone vibrates, switching her thanking slot to a peaceful beam. The pop up message from husband no doubt holds immense power.

"Reached. Waiting." She re-reads to feel the closeness.

"Date with Manhook Sahab?" Ahmed teases and she just shrugs her shoulder with a silly smile.

"Rock the time, babes." Aiman winks and she figures the double meaning.

Acknowledging their tease by heart, Khushi hustles her steps out of the block.

"Hey, wait. We all are coming to see you off." Her friends call from the top of stairs and she impatiently waits for them to be quick. She cannot let her handsome husband wait much.

He is standing cross-legged against his luxurious vehicle. The girls pass him giggles and many must have thrusted their phone number chits, too, but man... they are trying their luck too late.

Formally, he comes ahead to meet her friends. When he mingles with her squad, not quite minding the presence of two boys, she feels at peace.

"Should we go now?" He hints her of his low patience.

"Yes, husband." She repeats collective Khuda Hafiz and gets along him.

"Why does the designer want to see us again?" Khushi inquires.

He nods at the watchmen whom he has fed special instructions about the safety of his wife and opens door for her to get in. As they put on their seat belts, she creases her brows. Her answer was due.

"Well, I decided we should rest."

Her brows curve more at his vague answer.

"Explain, please?" Khushi murmurs and grabs the juice bottle from the cardboard. She is suddenly thirsty... The hunger has also touched her stomach.

"Any chips... Um..." She raids the snacks herself. Grabbing the half folded packet, she begins munching on them, still waiting for her answer.

He takes a deep breath while smoothing the car on main road. "I guess, we should ask about health first, shouldn't we?" He feigns to be hurt.

"Macho man, would you please share a thing or two about your health?" She shoves two chips in his mouth and giggles at her childish act.

"The usual." His solemn tone upsets her chirpy mood. The concern about him weighs higher.

"What? Arnav, my love, you can't keep skipping sleeps." She tries to reason with him. He shrugs, knotting tension in her stomach.

"I have taken the permission of Sameer Dada Jaan. We both will spend the entire day and evening together and then dinner will be at your home." He informs, purposely avoiding the question.

"Why can't you sleep without me?" She fumes with resentment.

"Khushi..." He attempts to melt her perilous mood and save his plan of having degree moments with her.