It was a really hot day in New York. It was currently 78 degrees, however the humidity was above and beyond! Soon it would be 90 degrees, but no one was paying attention to that.
At least, not in this house.
The radio was cranked up to Z100. Two women in the house were running back and forth, rushing.
"Ma'am, I got the passports!"
"I've got the tickets! Now hurry and turn off the TV! I've got her!"
The TV was on a channel "speaking" away:
Fasion designer Mrs. Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada is going to India-
The TV was shut off and the woman headed outside and hailed a taxi.
"Ma'am?!"
The other woman came out, child in hand, and they all got in the taxi and headed to the airport. They got in, their luggage taken to their private jet.
"Name," the security guard asked.
"Soniya Dutta," and she passed through.
"Name," the secirity guard said to the other woman.
The woman took her glasses off - aviators to be exact - and stared the man down.
"Khushi Kumari Gupta."
The man lifted an eyebrow.
"...Singh Raizada."
"Oh... sorry madam. And the child," he said, pointing at the girl in her arms.
"Arshi... Arshi Singh Raizada."
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Dhadkan Ki Tez (COMPLETED)
RomanceAn ArShi story I wrote in 2012 as a teenager (apologies in advance for it being crappy lol), inspired by the arnav-kidnapping-then-returns-home track NOTE: this fanfic follows the show's story from the beginning all the way until Khushi rescues Arna...
