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Part 12 Anonymous call

Khushi closed her eyes and thought deeply. Has Chotte Malik come back? What's happening in RM that he married a dying girl? She had no doubt about who is behind this drama. It must be Subhadra Raizada. But why she did that? Did she do that to fulfill her husband's wish? Is she a woman of repentance? Like really? When did Subhadra Raizada start thinking about other's wishes and feelings? Bullshit... How dare she could do that? Is my life a game for her? How casually she made me married to her grandson without my knowledge...? She wants to fulfill her husband's wish but she doesn't want a middle-class girl as her Bahu... How foxy woman she is... She gritted her teeth.

She opened her eyes and looked at her palm where Arnav wrote "A". Why did he write "A" in her palm? Why did he marry someone who is a brain dead patient? Something must be the reason and that reason should be fed by Subhadra Raizada. She is a cunning woman Khushi has ever seen.

Khushi knew that the Dean of the Oxygen Hospital is also a ROYAL woman. So, she should have helped Subhadra to achieve this drama. High class rubbishes...

Khushi leaned on the couch, keeping her hands behind her head, entwining her fingers. She smirked thinking something.

"Subhi darling... (of course, she addressed Subhadra in that way.) You had made a huge mistake by getting me married to your grandson. I had not forgotten yet how you evacuated us from the house and how you insulted us. Is low-class people's life cheap? Would you do anything you want with their life? Is marriage a game? Who gave you the right to play with my life? Will you tolerate it if I play with you? Of course, you have to tolerate... you have no choice. I never wanted to cross your path. But you have touched my wrong nerve by making me your Bahu by a silly drama. I know it must be for some stupid reason. Whatever... I won't leave you. This is my turn to make you sweat badly. Wait and see..."

Khushi surfed a lot about AR and Riazadas without leaving single information. She stopped when she saw Arnav's pic on the AR site.

"Look at his face... what a question he asked, ARE YOU STILL ALIVE? Idiot... like grandmother like grandson."

She thought something. What if he wants to know about her? What if he comes tracing her? She became horrified. She came out of the house and saw a few boys playing football. They often come to Khushi's house to get cleared the doubt in their subject. Khushi helps them always. She called them.

"Karan, Salim, Ram, Vivek, come here..."

They rushed to her leaving the ball.

"What Didi? Salim asked.

"I want your help."

"What help?" Vivek questioned curiously because they got a chance to help their favorite Didi.

"If anyone comes here asking for me, you should say I shifted the house last week only."

"But why, Didi?" Ram asked.

"He is my friend's brother. She eloped with someone. Her brother is thinking that I helped her. So they are searching for me. she said sadly.

"Ohh..."

"Please tell them what I said."

"You don't worry Didi... we will take care of them," Salim said.

"Thank you."

"How they look?" Karan asked excitedly.

"They are very rich people."

"Ok, we will send them back," Vivek promised her.

Khushi went back home smilingly. She went to Garima's room and searched in her cupboard, without messing the things. She was searching for an old diary. Shashi used it when he was alive. She saw the diary in the cupboard drawer. She flipped the pages for a particular detail. Khushi's face lit, seeing RM's landline number. She noted it down in her palm and came out, keeping the diary back.

Taking her mobile, she dialed RM's landline number. Someone attended the call.

"Can I talk to Subhadra Raizada?" She asked as if Subhadra was her classmate.

"Who is speaking?" the voice sounded rigid.

Khushi got alerted. She must be Subhadra Raizada.

"Let me guess... you must be Subhi Darling. Am I right?" She teased.

"How dare you call my name in that manner? Who are you?" She asked gritting her teeth.

"Knowing about me is not important to you. What I got to know about you is what important..."

"What you got to know?" Subhadra asked.

"I will tell that later.... By the way, how are you darling?"

Subhadra was silent. She doesn't like to answer to such a mischievous girl but she wanted to know the matter as she had not received such a call ever before.

"Hello.... Are you there Baby?"

"Shut up... why did you call me? Come to the point."

"Yeah... you are right. I too have a lot of work. Let me come to the point. How is your new BAHU?"

Subhadra was struck. What she is asking about?

"I know what you have done..."

"What?" she asked not showing her nervousness.

"The marriage which happened in the Oxygen hospital..."

Subhadra closed her eyes. How did this girl know about it? Who is she?

"What marriage? I can't understand what you say..."

"Ok... let me talk to you grandson than. I'm sure he will understand that," she said sarcastically.

"What do you want?"

"How smart you are Sumi....! This is what I like about you."

"Come to the point...I know what you are trying for. How much money you want?"

"Oh ffo... Subhi... not every problem can be sorted out by money..."

"Then? Ask me whatever you want."

"Oh, will you give what I want?"

"Yes, I can..."

"Get me married to your grandson... simple."

"Shut up...." She shouted.

"Shhhh... you should not shout at me. Control yourself. The girl who your grandson married is still alive. You made him believe that she is a brain dead patient and she died. What if I tell him about your drama? What if he got to know that his WIFE is alive?"

"She is not his wife."

"oh oh oh... the marriage happened in front of your eyes. And you are saying she is not his wife... ok let me see what your grandson feels about it."

"Look... I will give whatever you want..."

"Then give me your grandson..."

"What do you think of him? He is a prince."

"So what? He just married to a mere girl... "

Subhadra gulped.

"Ok, we will talk in person..."

Cutting her,

"Why? Are you going to make me unconscious just like Khushi?"

Subhadra was horrified. How does she know about it?

"Why are you silent? You think that how do I know about it, right? Only you can trace people? There are many things you can't guess, my der baby..."

"Stop calling me baby," she said irritatingly.

"No baby, I can't. It's only me who calls you like that, not even your husband... am I right? And... how big the problem which is standing in front of you is? Are you worried about my calling style? So bad... Think about what I asked for.... Byeeeee..."

She disconnected the call leaving horrified Subhadra. She can't guess anything about the girl. Someone would have observed them in the hospital. What if she meets Arnav and says everything? How marvelous her plan was. She was almost succeeding in making Arnav believe her drama. What is this new head-ache? She became restless.

On the other hand, Khushi laughed like hell, clutching her stomach. She never thought that she will get such an amazing chance to tease Subhadra Raizada in her life. She so wanted to see Subhadra's face. Where will she go? She will definitely get a chance to see her pale face. She fell on the bed and slept.

Evening

Arnav and Aman were heading to Parvathi Nagar.

"Aman, call your friend and get to know where he is."

"Yeah..."

Aman called his friend Nikil. He attended the call only in the last ring.

"Who is this?"

"Hi, Nikil. This is Aman."

"Hi, Aman, when did you come from London?"

"A week ago. I hope I don't disturb you."

"I so wish to say NO but YES." He laughed.

"Ohh sorry yaar..."

"That's ok. I'm in Shimla with my friends."

"Ohh... when will you be back from Shimla?"

"In three days..."

"I want your help yaar..."

"Whatever, I can do only after three days. Please don't take me wrong."

"That's ok..."

"I have to go, Aman. Friends are calling. I'm really sorry yaar."

"OK Bye..."

Aman disconnected the call and sighed. Arnav understood hearing their talks that Nikil is not at the station.

"Let him come... we will try our level," Arnav said.

Aman nodded yes. They reached Parvathi Nagar to search for Khushi. Arnav's foreign car dragged Parvathi Nagar people's attention as they never saw such a car before. Likewise, it dragged those boys' attention too. They glanced at one another and nodded their head contently. They ran behind the car to reach them before they inquired anyone about Khushi.

They intentionally hit the ball near Arnav and pretended like running to take the ball.

"Who are you, sir? Who do you want to meet?" Karan asked.

Arnav looked at Aman.

"My friend Nikil is living here," Aman said.

"Nikil? The one who works at TATA motors?" Ram asked.

"Yeah, do you know him?" Aman asked curiously.

"We know everyone..." Vivek said proudly.

"Do you know Khushi?" Aman asked them.

"We want to meet Khushi," Arnav said.

"Khushi? Does she look fair and thin...?" Salim asked.

"Yeah... Hip length hair... and she has a mole here" Arnav touched his right cheekbone.

The boys glanced at each other.

"He is asking about our Khushi Didi only," Vivek said looking at Ram.

"Do you know her?" Arnav asked excitedly.

"Yeah... she helps us in our studies."

"She clears all our doubts," Ram said.

At that same time, a man asked the boys,

"Who are you talking with?"

"They are asking for Khushi Didi," Ram answered.

"Oh... then you are the right guys to ask about her." The man left the place smilingly which made Arnav and Aman confident.

"Where is her house?" Arnav asked excitedly.

"She is not here..." Vivek said sadly.

"What do you mean?" Arnav asked.

"She shifted to the other place just last week."

"But this is the address we got from her bio-data," Arnav said.

"Maybe, she would not have changed the address in the ADHAR card," Salim answered cleverly.

Arnav rolled his eyes gritting his teeth.

"Do you know where she is now?" Aman asked.

"We don't know her address but the area."

"What area?"

"Laxmi Nagar." Salim lied.

"Ok thank you." Arnav and Aman left the place.

The boys ran to Khushi's house and banged the door. She opened the door and saw the boys. She understood, seeing them that they had done the job.

"Did they come?" Khushi asked.

"Yeah... just now they left."

"Have you finished?"

"Yeah... they believed us."

"Really?"

"Yes, Didi. He knows about your MOLE also." Salim said.

"Damn this mole..." Khushi murmured.

"But we sent them back."

"Thank you...wait."

Khushi went inside and came with samosas. The boys took the samosas and munched it relishing. The boys were talking about how they tackled Arnav and Aman. Khushi smiled hearing them.

In the meanwhile

Arnav was driving the car with a stormy mind. Suddenly, his face brightened thinking something. He stopped the car at the side of the road.

"What happened, ASR?" Aman asked.

Arnav removed his mobile and dialed Khushi's number which he collected from her bio-data.

Khushi frowned, seeing a new number. Something warned her. Changing her voice, she answered.

"Hello..."

"May I talk to Khushi?" Arnav asked.

Khushi recognized who is.

"Khushi? Who is Khushi?"

"She came to my company for an interview. This is the phone number given by her"

"Sorry. There is not Khushi in our house."

Disconnecting the call, she immediately switched the mobile off. Thank God, she had not included the landline number of her house. She huffed in relief.

But, why Arnav is searching for her? What does he want? What does he want to know? What will he do if she says who she is? What if he also is like his Dadi? Of course, he would be. or else, why he obeys his Dadi's words and gets married to a girl who he doesn't even know? However, his intention will come out one day. Let's wait and watch, what he does. She was clear that she won't let him reach her easily.

To be continued...

The next part is available on Inkitt

Chutki

Arnav took a "U" turn and headed towards Parvathi Nagar again which made Aman confused.

"Where are you going ASR?"

"Khushi's house..." Arnav said rigidly.

"But..."

"The boys told us that Khushi helps them in their studies. Why not they lied for Khushi?"