Chapter Thirty Three

Deciding to leave the couple alone, Lavanya and Aman headed back down to the party. Arnav and Khushi stayed back in Arnav's apartment, cuddled together on the couch.

"Arnav?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

Arnav looked down at Khushi. "Anything."

"Um... why... why do you live here? W-why not stay in the dorms?"

Arnav smiled softly and ran his fingers through her hair. "Well it's definitely an improvement than that box they call a room," he smiled.

Khushi smiled lightly.

"But the main reason why I came here is for business."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows. "Business?"

Arnav nodded. "As you may know, my dad is a well known business man - he worked hard to get to where he is today. And I want to do just that, so I started from the bottom and did some networking."

"Networking? Here?"

"Not here at first, no. Last year when you were away, I didn't have much to do so I would go on strolls. Several times I would walk past this place and I always saw these men dressed for business. I was curious but when I found out what this place really was, I assumed it was just role-play or something along those lines. But when I saw some of my dad's business partners, I knew it was more than that.

"After investigating a bit, I realized once office hours were up, these people would come here. Some of them even live here. And they're all successful so I knew immediately that if I could network with these guys, I would definitely end up successful."

"So you just asked if there was an apartment for rent," Khushi asked.

Arnav chuckled. "No, it's not that easy. I started coming here, learned more about it. Then, slowly, I began to make some friends. They introduced me to others and the networking just happened on it's own. Eventually I was asked if I'd like to live here and I agreed."

"But what about the money? I'm sure this place is expensive."

"It is, but all my expenses are covered."

"What do you mean?"

"I got in contact with the owner of this place. We talked several times and became friends. Then we got into business, and now my company helps his club."

"Your company?"

Arnav nodded.

"But how did you-?"

"My dad. He wanted to do so much more, but I wouldn't let him. In the end, I couldn't get him to step down, so he helped me with starting up."

"Wow, that's sweet of him."

"Yeah," Arnav smiled.

Khushi smiled and glanced around at the apartment. "And here I thought you were doing things at this place."

Arnav cocked an eyebrow. "Things?"

Khushi looked at him. "Yes, things."

"What kind of things," he teased.

Khushi looked deep into his eyes. "Things that would have broken me."

Arnav looked into her eyes and could see the guilt in them. "Khushi-"

Khushi wrapped her arms around Arnav's neck and hugged him. "Promise me you'll never let me go."

Arnav wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in the crook of her neck. "I never have and I never will."

Tears formed in Khushi's eyes and she held him closer to her. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too, Beloved."

Khushi pulled back, smiling softly. "Why do you call me that?"

Arnav tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "Because I love you very, very much."

Khushi blushed and looked down. Arnav smiled softly and kissed her softly on her cheek. Khushi glanced up at him, her eyes landing on his lips. Temptations crawled within her and the urge to kiss him was flaming in her eyes. She slowly leaned forward, glancing from Arnav's eyes to his lips. Arnav stayed still, wanting Khushi to kiss him and take charge. Her lips tentatively met his and she kissed him softly. Her cheeks crimsoned and she let go to look up at him. Arnav traced the back of his hand on her cheek and Khushi nuzzled into his hand.

"I don't how I could have ever gone on with my life if my worst fears were true," Khushi whispered.

She took hold of his other hand and placed it over her heart.

"You've become my life," Khushi stated.

Arnav smiled softly and kissed her forehead. "And you, mine."

Khushi smiled and took both of his hands into hers. "I don't want to let you go."

"I won't let you. In fact..."

Arnav freed his hands from hers and took her into his lap.

"... I don't want to let go of you either," and he kissed her again.

Khushi couldn't help but to smile as she kissed him back. She shifted her body so that she was now straddling him. The two continued to kiss and their emotions heightened. Khushi's hands moved on their own, running along his chest. Arnav's hands wandered on their own as well, gliding from her waist to her behind. Desire bloomed, and things only continued to heat up.

When the two drew back to catch their breath, they leaned their foreheads together and gazed at each other, their chests heaving. Arnav's hands continued to run on their own, moving slowly up her body to her very-much revealed back. Khushi gasped and shut her eyes, tingles running through her body as his warm fingers met her cool back. Arnav kept his eyes on her as he continued to run his hand along her back. Seeing Khushi's reactions triggered something within him, and it had taken over. He glanced down at her and noticed the high slit. Leaving one hand on her back, he brought his other down to her leg and Khushi's eyes shot open. She was breathing heavily and her eyes blazed, filled with nothing but passion and desire.

Without another thought, Arnav kissed her and Khushi cupped his face in her hands. The kiss was heady and all Khushi could think of was getting even closer to Arnav. It seemed as though even if their bodies had melted together, it still wouldn't have been enough for Khushi.

"I need you," Khushi whispered. "I want you."

Arnav pulled back and met her eyes. Lust had taken over Khushi, shadowed in her eyes. His eyes reflected the same, but Arnav knew better.

He cupped her face in his hand. "I need you too, Beloved, and I want you as well."

Khushi smiled softly.

"And one day I will have you."

The blush on Khushi's cheeks reddened, ignited by the fire in Arnav's eyes.

"One day," Khushi whispered.

"One day," Arnav confirmed.

He picked Khushi up and helped straighten out her dress. Khushi fixed the creases on Arnav's shirt and tux, as well as his tie.

"You look very handsome tonight," Khushi smiled softly.

"And you look very beautiful, Beloved."

Khushi blushed harder and Arnav smiled.

"I love how you blush so much."

Khushi blushed harder and hid her face within his chest. "Don't tease me," she pouted.

Arnav chuckled. "I wouldn't dare."

Arnav held onto her, resting his chin atop of her head. Finally, everything was okay and all was right in their little world.

Well... almost.

Chapter Thirty Two

Not wasting another second, Khushi turned on the TV and saw that what was on the screen of the laptop, was now also on the TV. She moved the mouse over the play button and clicked on it. The footage began to play and the audio came from the speakers connected to the TV. Khushi and Anisha watched the footage, showing Arnav's apartment empty.

"What is this crap," Anisha asked. "The security cameras aren't even working properly. That's not today's date and the place is certainly not empty."

Khushi ignored her and focused on the TV screen. Nothing was happening so she fast forward it. When she saw the door opening, she resumed the video. In came a drunk Arnav with Anisha, who was holding him and getting him inside. Khushi watched as Anisha set him down on the very couch she was sitting on. Anisha closed the door and then she looked back at Arnav.

"Finally, we're alone," she heard Anisha say.

Anisha's eyes widened. "What is this?"

Khushi ignored her and watched the tape. Anisha slowly made her way to Arnav, who had his head resting back, covering his face with his arm. Anisha went over to him and sat beside him, rubbing her chest on him.

"I've waited a long time for this," she said flirtatiously. "Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I've been wanting to do this."

Arnav didn't say anything and Anisha straddled him.

"Turn it off," Anisha yelled behind Khushi, but Khushi didn't listen.

On-screen Anisha was unbuttoning Arnav's shirt, but he pushed her hands off and groaned, the movement affecting his drunk-self. But it didn't stop Anisha and she ran her hands over what she had managed to expose.

"God you're so hot," she groaned.

"Turn it off," Anisha yelled once more, but Khushi continued to watch.

Anisha came rushing forward to turn it off, but Khushi quickly locked the screen, as it was only the video casting onto the TV. Anisha groaned, trying to figure out what the password was, but she kept getting it wrong.

Khushi focused on the video, watching as on-screen Anisha tried her best to have her way with Arnav, but Arnav kept stopping her.

"Arnav please," Anisha begged, but Arnav grunted and tried to push her away.

"Arnav baby, please," Anisha begged, tugging the straps off of her dress.

Arnav grunted and held his aching head. Anisha took advantage of this and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pulled it apart, exposing his entire chest. She ran her hands along his chiseled chest and Arnav groaned. She slowly moved his hands away so that she could get rid of his shirt.

"I've waited too long for this," Anisha groaned.

She pushed Arnav back till he was laying down on the sofa. She moved herself so that she straddled him. Her hands wandered down to his pants but Arnav grunted and threw her hands off of him.

"Arnav! Arnav baby its me!"

Arnav said some unintelligible and Anisha scooted forward.

"How the hell do I turn this off," Anisha yelled, fidgeting with the MacBook.

Khushi ignored her, her full attention on the TV screen.

Arnav said something unintelligible again and on-screen Anisha asked him to repeat himself louder.

"I..." Khushi heard him say.

"You what," Anisha asked.

"I... I...."

"You...?"

"I.... I love... I...."

Anisha squealed. "I knew it! I knew you loved me! I knew it was me from the start and not that Khushi."

"Khushi...."

Anisha's excitement paused.

"Khushi... I.... I love you Khushi."

"What," Anisha screeched.

The high pitch of her screech caused Arnav to stir, throwing Anisha off of him. Arnav got up and he made his way over to the kitchen and got out a cold bottle of water from the fridge, while Anisha was whining from getting hurt. Arnav took bug gulps of water and in a few minutes, he recovered, no longer a disheveled mess.

"What the fuck... what the fuck did you put in my drink," he yelled.

Khushi could see crystal clear how scared Anisha was. The girl stood up, unable to look at the angry Arnav.

"What the fuck did you put in my drink Anisha," Arnav demanded.

"I don't know what it's called! It was supposed to get you out of it so I could do what I wanted!"

Arnav looked at her with disgust. "Get out!"

"Arnu-"

"GET OUT! And don't you EVER fucking call me that! There's only one person who can call me that, and that definitely isn't you! Now get out!"

Khushi saw that Anisha had flinched a good three times while he yelled, not to mention that she had flinched once as well.

Anisha clicked away on keys on the MacBook, but nothing happened.

On-screen Anisha stood still and Arnav came forward and and grabbed her by her arm.

"Get out," and he pushed her forward.

Anisha went rushing forward then looked back at him. "This isn't over Arnav! I will have you," and she opened the door, looking like a complete mess, as if something really had happened between them.

What happened next couldn't be seen but Khushi could hear basically what Lavanya had told her that she had seen. The security footage ended and the screen went blank. Khushi looked at the blank screen for a moment, before her eyes went to Anisha. When her eyes met Anisha's, Anisha instantly became scared.

Gone was the charming Khushi and here was the angry Khushi. She looked like she could kill someone with just the look in her eyes.

Khushi stood up. "You fucking cow," she growled.

Anisha gulped and stood up.

"Because of you, I ignored my best friend. I ignored and insulted the man I love. I didn't trust the man I love, and that was all because of you!"

Anisha flinched from the power in Khushi's voice.

"Get out," Khushi said through her teeth.

Anisha gaped at her. "Who are you to tell me-"

"GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW YOU DESPERATE SKANKY BITCH!"

Anisha not only flinched, but felt like she had been slapped really hard across the face. Just as she was about to say something, she was cut off.

"You heard her."

The two looked up at the door to see Arnav leaning against the doorway.

"Arnav," and Anisha rushed towards him. "Arnav please-"

"Get out Anisha and don't ever bring your face in front of me again."

"Arnav-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Khushi came forward, grabbed Anisha by the arm, and slapped her across her face. The sound of the slap echoed through the apartment, sending Anisha's hand to her abused cheek.

"Because of you, I hurt an innocent man," Khushi cried, gritting her teeth. "Because of you, I hurt the man that I love! Get out of my face Anisha before I show you all the pain you put me through because of your desperate skanky lies!"

Anisha looked up at her. "How dare you slap me-"

Khushi slapped her again. "Get out!"

Anisha looked back up at her and then at Arnav, who wouldn't look at her.

"This isn't over," Anisha declared, and she stormed off to the elevator.

When Anisha disappeared into the elevator, Arnav looked at Khushi.

"Khushi, I'm sorry I-"

But before he could finish, Khushi covered his lips with her hand.

"Don't be. It's my fault and I should be apologizing."

Arnav moved her hand away. "No Khushi-"

"I'm sorry I didn't believe you. You're my best friend, and I believed that lying whore over you."

"Just your best friend?"

Khushi looked down, blush filling her cheeks. Arnav cupped her cheek and tilted her face up so that she would look at him.

"Say it," Arnav said, his voice hoarse.

Khushi bit her lip, her eyes wandering to his lips.

"Say it Khushi. I need to hear you say it."

Khushi felt her heart ache and she looked into his eyes. "I love you."

Arnav shut his eyes and rested his forehead against hers. "Again."

"I love you Arnav."

And with that, Arnav sealed her lips with his. Khushi gasped and melted into the kiss. Her hands wandered up his chest and wove around his neck, while Arnav held her waist.

Khushi broke away first and Arnav rested his forehead against Khushi's again.

"I love you, my beloved," Arnav whispered.

Khushi felt her insides melt.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that."

Khushi pulled back. "How long?"

Arnav smirked lightly. "Since I first laid my eyes on you at Akash's wedding."

Khushi smiled, looking down.

"I knew you were something else, something special. I just had to meet you and know you. And I thank divine above everyday for bringing you into my life."

Khushi smiled softly and hugged him. Arnav rested his head on top of Khushi's, and held her. The two stood there for a moment, the rest of the world becoming a blur.

But they did have an audience - an audience of two to be more specific, and they were very happy that they're best friends were now with the one they love.

Chapter Thirty One

Khushi went through the crowd and came out to an opening. She stood by the banister, which looked out to the dance floor below. Bodies moved and swayed, moving along to the thumping music. Even though they were songs that Khushi would love to dance to, all she could think about was finding Arnav. But it was a difficult task as there were many men dressed up in charcoal tuxedos.

Khushi continued to look around, when her eyes caught a man in a charcoal tuxedo going up the stairs to the VIP lounge. She made her way over to the stairs and when she did, the man was granted access and disappeared behind the velvet curtains. Just as Khushi got to the top of the steps, Simon blocked her path with the velvet rope.

"Was that Arnav," Khushi asked.

"I don't know," he simply replied.

"You don't know? But don't you ask for people's names when they enter?"

"Yes."

"So you would know if it was Arnav?"

"Perhaps."

Khushi groaned in frustration. "Are you going to tell me if it was him or not Simon?"

"I'm not allowed to."

Khushi frowned. "Well let me in then and I'll find out for myself."

"Name."

"Khushi Kumari Gupta."

Simon went through his tablet. "Please take of your mask for verification."

Khushi lifted her mask and Simon nodded.

"You may pass," and Simon unhooked the velvet rope.

Khushi paused. "Wait, he didn't do that."

"Those who live here always show security what they will be wearing. In this case, we know what their masks look like."

"Hmm, interesting. Does anyone else know?"

"Only the workers. We take masquerades quite seriously, so when our, ah, residents, have chosen their masks, we the security hold onto it."

"Why?"

"Just the rules."

"Oh... interesting. Well, thank you Simon," and Khushi went through the velvet drapes.

When she got to the end of the hall, she noticed that like last time, this area was very intimate. There were dancers wearing masks, entertaining the VIP members who weren't engaged. Khushi looked around and noticed that there were many men here today, not to mention several of them in charcoal tuxedos.

Khushi groaned inwardly. At this point, I'll never find him.

"Mistress?"

Khushi looked up at the skinny bartender.

"May I help you with something," he asked.

"A gin & tonic please- actually, make that a Gimlet."

"Yes Mistress," he bowed, and made her drink.

Khushi sat at the bar and glanced around the room. For some reason, she wasn't feeling as blushy as she had last time she was here.

Maybe its the alcohol, she thought.

The bartender placed her Gimlet down.

"Put it on Arnav's tab," Khushi said.

"Yes Mistress," and he went away to tend to others.

Khushi took a sip of her drink and glanced to her left. There were three men, one of them in a charcoal suit. She glanced to her right and there were two men, both of them in charcoal suits. Khushi felt that feeling within her, but she couldn't tell if it was really that feeling, or if it was the alcohol within her system.

Khushi finished her drink and looked around the room again. She still couldn't figure out if Arnav was any of the men here. Deciding to give up and rejoin Lavanya and Aman, she got up.

"Mistress," the bartender called out.

Khushi turned back to look at him.

"You forgot your key."

"I didn't-"

Khushi looked at where she was sitting and saw a key on a key chain with a red metal-plate beside her empty glass.

"But that's not-"

Khushi felt another jolt shoot up her spine. Arnav was around and she was 200% sure. She picked up the key and looked at the plate. Engraved on it was 704.

Is that his apartment number, Khushi wondered.

Khushi looked around the room but everyone was engaged in something. She looked back down at the metal-plate and then at the hall that lead to the apartments. Without another thought, she headed down the hall and called an elevator. It arrived immediately and she hit the button for the 7th floor. It went up smoothly and arrived to the 7th floor. Khushi stepped out and looked at Arnav's apartment. She walked down the hall, flashbacks of what had happened here the last time she was here, playing in her head.

When Khushi got to the door of Arnav's apartment, she saw the engraving reading 704 right above the keyhole. Inserting the key, she turned it and heard the lock click, unlocking the door. With a deep breath, she opened the door and entered yet again, another world.

Khushi held the door open and looked at the apartment. It was a duplex, the theme modern in black and white. The kitchen was in the wide corner to her left with a breakfast bar. Walking in, she saw the big living area, a big flat screen adorning the wall with Bose speakers surrounding. There was a glass table between the TV and black leather couches, holding remotes and a Macbook Pro. Underneath the black metal-banister staircase was a study, with black bookcases filled with books. and a glass desk adorned with a beautiful iMac and several books and papers. There was also a picture frame, but she couldn't exactly see it. Curious, she went over to it and gasped.

It was a picture of her from their first year. She wasn't exactly sure when during that time, but it was obvious that she wasn't aware and that this was an off-guard photo. Khushi noticed movement from the corner of her eye and she looked up, only causing her to be even more shocked. The screensaver of the iMac was on, a slideshow of pictures of her and of her with Arnav.

Khushi blinked. She didn't know what to think. Picture after picture played, all of them of her.

I can't believe... Arnav....

Khushi glanced around the apartment and decided to continue looking around. Leaving her mask behind, she went up the staircase and entered the single, massive bedroom. It followed the theme of the rest of the apartment, the walls white with solid black borders. A black leather lounger sat by the side that led to the balcony. The vanity and dresser were black. The king-sized bed was in the middle covered by a black duvet. The bedside tables were black and each of the two had a white lamp sitting on them, one of them holding yet again another picture of her. Khushi noticed a door and opened it up to see an en-suite bathroom with a walk-in closet.

Khushi blinked, stunned by the large closet.

He couldn't possibly need such a big closet!

Khushi couldn't believe that this was the place Arnav was living in. It was absolutely beautiful, not to mention pricey-looking. But the fact that an apartment like this was a part of a sex club didn't add up to her.

I guess it lures people?

Khushi sighed and stepped out of the en-suite.

Arnav led me here, fine. But why?

Before she could ponder forward, she heard footsteps- no, heel-steps. Khushi stepped out of the bedroom and looked down at living room below to see Anisha getting comfortable, removing her heels, setting her mask aside, as well as tugging her strapless dress lower to expose cleavage.

Pathetic, Khushi thought. The game begins.

Khushi leaned against the banister. "Can I help you," she asked coolly.

Anisha let out a screech and looked up. "You?!"

Khushi shrugged.

"What are you doing here?!"

"I believe the correct question is what are you doing here?"

"I let myself in."

"Is that so?"

"Please, you think I don't have access," she scoffed and brushed her hair off her shoulder.

"No, I don't. Where's you key?"

"I don't need one."

"Uh, yes, you do."

"And how would you know?"

"Because I have one," Khushi said, waving the key in her hand.

Khushi saw Anisha's face fill with rage, and then she quickly recovered.

"Oh, so you stole the key? How pathetic."

Khushi rolled her eyes and made her way downstairs. "Oh Anisha, don't be jealous. I mean it's not your fault Arnav gave me access to his apartment."

I don't know where this is coming from, but I'm not going to stop myself.

"Jealous? And gave you access? Whatever. I've been here more than you have, so a key really isn't necessary for me, if you know what I mean."

Khushi could she was trying to get under her skin, but she refused to let that happen.

"Give it up Anisha - it's obvious he doesn't care about you."

Anisha scoffed and laughed. "Doesn't care about me? Oh honey, don't be so clueless. We've gone to such a place, you wish you could have that," she laughed.

Khushi crossed her arms. "Well you see Anisha, I don't think it's true."

Anisha stopped and looked at her.

"To tell you the truth, the entire time I actually believed that Arnav had slept with you. But now, as of this minute, I no longer believe it."

I really don't?

"Oh believe it honey-"

"No, no I don't."

I really don't.

Anisha got up and stood before Khushi, looking smug. "Is someone in denial," she faked sympathy. "Arnav and I had sex. We fucked and it was uh-may-zing! We're perfect together! So get that through your head. You and Arnav are never gonna happen. It never was! So run along home with your cheap dress and fake Louboutins."

Khushi couldn't help it and broke into laughter. Anisha looked at her in shock and every time Khushi tried to stop, she burst even more. It took about five minutes before Khushi got herself together. She even had tears, so she wiped them away before it messed up her makeup.

"Okay, officially, you are pathetic," Khushi said.

"Excuse me," Anisha shrieked.

Khushi got herself together and took a deep breath to get her composure. "You're really something else," she chuckled. "I mean seriously," and she chuckled some more.

Anisha huffed and puffed, getting irritated.

Khushi shook her head. "Really Anisha? You guys fucked and are perfect? Look around you Anisha!"

Khushi stepped back and picked up the photo of her off the desk in the study. "There's pictures of me everywhere! I mean for crying out loud, I'm even his screensaver on his Mac. Heck," she walked over to the closed Macbook sitting on the glass table, "I bet I'm even on this."

And Khushi was right. When she turned the Macbook on, the icon was a picture of her.

"What more proof do you need," Khushi asked.

"Honey, for all we know, you probably put these here. A pathetic person like you would do anything to get someone as gorgeous as Arnav."

Khushi broke into laughter again. "Are you serious? Do you even hear yourself?"

Anisha rolled her eyes, looking smug. "What? Did you even make the password your name? Pathetic," and she looked down at her nails.

Khushi wondered for a moment. Is it my name?

Khushi typed her name in, but it didn't work. She tried it again, putting it all in lowercase, but it didn't work. She tried all caps, but it still didn't work.

Hmm... what could it be?

Khushi thought of old conversations between them. She tried "Kush" but it didn't work. She tried "Arnu" but that didn't work either.

What could it be?

And then a flashback played in her head

"I love you Khushi, my Beloved. I always have."

"That's it," Khushi whispered.

"What," Anisha questioned.

Khushi typed in "Beloved" and it let her through.

"It worked," Khushi breathed.

"Of course it did - you put the password."

Khushi ignored her and looked at the screen. A window was opened, which seemed to be a video, only it was black and white with a date and time at the bottom. On top of that window was a small window, opened to Notepad saying Turn on the TV and press play Beloved. Curious, she minimized that window and noticed that the paused video showed a frame which was of the apartment.

"What is that," Anisha asked.

"We're about to find out."

Chapter Thirty

"Arnav, Khushi - let's see what you've got," Sani said with her arms crossed.

It was their third week of rehearsal and boy had everyone improved. They were coming along quite well and now Sani was trying to keep focus on Arnav and Khushi's solo.

Khushi had avoided Arnav ever since her talk with Aman and Lavanya. She just didn't want to deal with the emotional roller coaster anymore. But unfortunately for her, she did have to see him. And at the moment, she had to dance with him.

Sani played The Disco Song. "Five, six, seven, and-"

Arnav and Khushi danced, and although they had mastered the steps, Sani knew they were lacking something - passion.

"Stop."

Arnav and Khushi did so and Sani turned off the music.

"You guys are doing great, but you're lacking the passion. Do you two not want to do this? Because if so, I can find others who do."

Arnav and Khushi shook their heads.

"Then at the next meet, show me that you do care. Dismissed."

Everybody dispersed and went to get their stuff. Arnav was first to get his stuff and he rushed right out of the room. Khushi found his behavior odd, as well as Anisha. 

Lavanya joined Khushi. "Well that was strange," she said, looking at the door.

"It was," Khushi agreed.

"Did you notice the look he had the entire time? It was as if he didn't want to be here. Like he had other important things he wanted to deal with."

"Yeah, I had noticed when he came in. But I don't understand what the big deal is."

Aman came walking over, handing each of them a bottle of water. "Did you forget what tonight is?"

Lavanya scrunched her eyebrows "What's tonight?"

And then it hit Khushi. "It's the night of the masquerade ball," she gasped.

"Exactly," Aman replied.

Is the masquerade ball that big of a deal, Khushi wondered.

Without a word, Khushi walked out of the room.

"Khushi," Lavanya called after her, but Khushi didn't stop.

Khushi walked down the hall and found a bulletin board. She looked for the poster about the masquerade ball, and the second she sighted it, someone pulled the flier off - it was Anisha.

Anisha looked at the flier and then smirked at Khushi. "Planning on going to the party?"

Khushi said nothing, crossing her arms and staring her down.

Anisha looked her up and down. "Don't bother - it's not a place for people like you."

Khushi cocked her eyebrow. "Oh? But it's for fake people like you?"

Anisha rolled her eyes with a chuckle. "Oh Khushi, you have no idea about that place, do you?"

Khushi stepped forward and stared Anisha down. "Oh but I do. And I know very well that you don't belong there."

"Me?" And she laughed. "Then how come I'm on the VIP list," she smirked.

"Funny, I don't remember your name on Simon's tablet."

Khushi didn't know why she was saying this. Its not like she ever got a full glimpse of it that night she had gone to La Roux with Lavanya, but she took her chances.

And she definitely succeeded.

"Simon? Who the heck is Simon," Anisha asked.

Khushi smirked. "Some VIP member you are. How do you not know who mans the entry," Khushi tsked.

It was obvious Anisha was trying to figure out who Khushi was talking about. "Oh, Simon? Yeah I know who that is. Please, do you possibly expect me to remember everyone's name there? As if," and she brushed her hair back of her shoulder.

Khushi scoffed and chuckled lightly, crossing her arms as she shook her head. "How pathetic."

"Excuse me," Anisha snapped.

Khushi stepped forward, coming to a threatening distance to Anisha. "You heard me."

As hard as Anisha tried, she couldn't get rid of the fear in her eyes.

"I'm going to that party tonight, and if I see you there, you'll regret it."

"Are you threatening me," Anisha squealed.

"No honey, I'm just warning you. Who knows what truths and secrets I'll find out tonight."

And with that, Khushi turned on her heels and walked away. She needed to get home as soon as possible, but first, she needed to make a quick detour to the mall.

After all she did need a dress and a mask for the ball.

*~*

With a deep breath, Khushi looked at herself in the mirror. She wore a scarlet lace dress with a very - and I mean very - high slit, and her back was revealed. If her parents were home right now, she was sure her father would've thrown a potato sack on top of her. As for her mother, well, she wasn't exactly sure. Luckily for Khushi, they were at a conference gala and she had skipped out on it.

Grabbing her mask, wrap, and clutch, she checked herself in the mirror one last time before she headed out. Just as Khushi got in her car, her phone buzzed in her clutch. Taking it out, she saw that Lavanya was calling.

"Where are you," Lavanya asked before she could say hello.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you at the event yet, or not?"

"You're going?"

"Of course! You think I'm gonna miss out on this? Yeah right."

"Well, I'm leaving the house. You?"

"Aman is pulling up."

"Cool. See you in 10?"

"Before the wooden doors."

"Sure."

Khushi disconnected the call and drove off. Her nerves were on their ends, unsure of what to expect. The night could go in either way - it could either end with their issues resolved, or it could completely break her with the truth. Khushi didn't know what to think, so she cleared her mind and focused on the voice of Bruno Mars.

Not long later, Khushi arrived to La Roux. Before exiting her car, she took off her wrap and put her mask on - a scarlet mask with black glitter, waving in vintage forms. With a deep breath, Khushi exited the car, putting her phone in her clutch. The line to enter the club was much bigger than the last time she was here. They were all dressed up and concealing their identity with their masks. Khushi noticed then that compared to her, these people weren't as fancily dressed. They looked like they were here more for the club, than for the event.

Khushi heard her phone beep, so she took it out. It was Lavanya, telling her that her and Aman were up front, getting past the bouncer.

Khushi called her. "La, should I wait on the line or-"

"Nonsense, just go up to Eddy."

"Who?"

"The bouncer."

"Gotcha."

Khushi walked ahead to the front, hearing some people fuss and complain about her going in before them and how they had waited at least an hour.

Yikes, Khushi thought. All for this?

Khushi got to the front and forced herself not to gulp when she came before the bouncer. It wasn't the same guy as last time, but he sure was as big as the last guy.

"Hey, I'm on the VIP list," Khushi said confidently somehow.

Eddy pulled out his phone. "Name," he said, not looking up at her.

"Khushi Kumari Gupta."

He went through the list and checked her off. "Better be the real one - or else," he warned.

Khushi gulped and nodded. "Don't worry, it's really me."

Khushi turned and walked inside. She texted Lavanya and miraculously heard Lavanya's phone ping. She looked in that direction and saw a woman in a violet strapless dress with a slit, and a man looking very handsome in his suit.

"Khushi," the woman in purple called out.

It was indeed Lavanya and Khushi joined her.

"You look absolutely gorge," Lavanya squealed.

"Thanks, so do you!"

"Ready to go in," Aman asked.

Khushi took a deep breathe then nodded. "Let's do this."

They opened the double doors and entered a new world. Music thumped and the air was filled with sweat. Scantily dressed dancers danced on their small stages while bodies moved to the beat, faces covered with masks.

"You think Anisha is here," Lavanya yelled over the music.

"I don't know," Khushi shouted back.

"Let's go to the bar," Aman said, and the girls nodded.

The trio headed over to the crowded bar. Aman ordered them drinks, getting the ladies Cosmos and a scotch on the rocks for himself. When they got their drinks, Khushi looked out at the floor. With the number of people here, it would be impossible to know whether or not Anisha and her dupes were here. It would also be impossible to know if Arnav-

Khushi felt a jolt run up her spine. She didn't know where it came from, but her body was now hyper-aware. She had even straightened herself. The sudden shock made no sense to her, but all she understood was that Arnav was here.

"Khushi," Lavanya said when she noticed Khushi acting odd, "what's wrong?"

"He's here," Khushi breathed.

"Who? Arnav?"

Khushi nodded.

"He is," Aman questioned. "How do you know?"

Before Khushi could answer, the bartender behind them placed a Gimlet before Khushi.

"Um, I didn't order that," Khushi said.

"I know - the guy over there did," he said, jerking his head toward the person.

The three of them looked up and saw a man drinking a Manhattan. Khushi observed the man, taking in account of the charcoal Hugo Boss tuxedo he wore and the black mask he wore. The man glanced at her and Khushi felt her heart skip a beat. He finished his drink and got up, disappearing within the crowd.

"Whoa," Lavanya said. "That dress is totally getting you some points," she teased.

Khushi blinked for a few seconds before she spoke. "That was him."

"What? You're kidding!"

Khushi got up. "It was him. I know it was."

"How can you tell," Aman asked. "The dude was wearing a mask-"

"Because I felt him."

"Felt him," Lavanya questioned.

"I can't explain it, but it was him," and Khushi went into the crowd.

"Khushi," Lavanya called after her, but Khushi was already deep within the crowd.

Chapter Twenty Nine

Khushi looked at herself in the mirror. What Arnav had just done kept playing before her and she was still shocked by it.

I can't believe he did that, she said in her head. What is going on?! I'm so confused!

Khushi shut her eyes and calmed herself down.

Alright Kush, calm down, she pepped. Things will make sense soon. Right now, you are gonna go back to that room and continue to learn the steps. Okay? Good.

Khushi washed her face and wiped it clean with a paper towel. She headed back to the room and saw everyone else was there. Sani continued their lessons and before she even realized it, rehearsals was over. Khushi grabbed her stuff and was checking her phone, when Lavanya came up to her.

"Hi," Lavanya said softly.

Khushi looked up and saw a hopeful Lavanya. "Hi."

Lavanya sighed, her shoulders sagging. "You actually responded."

"I did."

Lavanya pursed her lips. "I... I don't know what to say..... I didn't expect you to respond."

Khushi put her phone away and looked at her. "Well I did."

Lavanya blinked a few times and then looked down. "Khushi have I-"

"You didn't do anything."

Lavanya looked back up at her. "But you've been avoiding me-"

"I know... and it's not fair on your part," Khushi said softly. "Like a good, caring best friend, you told me what you saw to protect me."

"Then why have you been avoiding me?"

Khushi looked at Aman, who was getting his stuff. Lavanya looked at him and then at Khushi.

"He's always around you," Khushi said. "Seeing you guys together..." Khushi looked down. "It would remind me of what I wanted with Arnav."

Lavanya bit her lip. "You could have said something you know."

"I-"

"What the fuck Khushi?!"

Khushi flinched.

"All this time I kept thinking you were mad at me for something I did, or if it was the whole Arnav thing! Bruh, you cudda said something!"

Khushi bit her lip. "You said bruh."

"Don't crack jokes Gupta," Lavanya said, pointing her finger at Khushi.

Khushi pursed her lips.

"I'm so mad at you!"

"Sorry-"

"You better be! Now buy me a large caramel latte so that I can forgive you!"

Khushi's lips twitched up. "Same ol', same ol'," she teased.

"Shut up. I haven't had one in so long!"

"Why," Khushi asked, hanging her bag on her shoulder.

"Aman keeps me away from fatty things," she said with a roll of his eyes.

Khushi chuckled. "That sounds like him."

"I believe I heard my name," Aman said as he came over, wrapping his arm around Lavanya's neck.

The girls smiled at him.

"And I believe you both are talking again."

They grinned. "We are," they both said together.

"Well then let's celebrate. Caramel lattes on me!"

"Now that's an offer I'll take," Lavanya said.

Khushi chuckled. "Same."

*~*

Khushi, Lavanya, and Aman were sitting at a booth in the cafe, Khushi sitting on one side while Lavanya and Aman sat at the other. Khushi had told Aman what she had told Lavanya.

"If that was the case, I wouldn't have minded spending less time with her," Aman said.

"No, that's not right," Khushi said.

"But you guys are best friends. I wouldn't have minded-"

"But I'd feel bad. And knowing her she would've broken up with you, and I couldn't let that happen."

"Khushi-"

"No La," Khushi said, cutting her off. "Its okay. Besides, I needed time to myself."

Lavanya and Aman nodded.

"Khushi," Lavanya began, "I feel like there's more to what I saw that evening with Arnav and Anisha."

"What makes you say that," she replied.

"Anisha... she's... there's something up with that chick."

"Why did you go after her during rehearsal," Aman asked.

"She was being a bitch and kept bumping into me during practice."

"I noticed. What happened when you followed her out?"

"I threatened her," Lavanya said proudly.

"You what," Aman asked, totally amused.

"I told her to watch out for her ass cause if she's hiding something, Khushi is gonna take out all that padding she's got stuffed in there.

Khushi back-washed her latte and broke into laughter.

 

"Dude, gross," Lavanya laughed.

Aman was laughing as well. The three laughed, envisioning an enraged Khushi attacking Anisha.

"Now that I'd pay to see," Aman said.

Khushi chuckled and wiped her mouth with a tissue. "Jesus Christ, I've missed you."

"Ditto," Lavanya smiled.

"Would you really do that though," Aman chuckled.

"No," Khushi said. "I'd pull the stuffing out of her bra as well."

All three broke into laughter once more, filled with joy. Unfortunately, there was one unfortunate soul who was at the counter, hearing it all.

Arnav.

The barista handed Arnav his coffee. "Anything else?"

"No," Arnav responded sadly.

Khushi had looked up then and saw Arnav at the counter. She could see the hint of sadness across his face. Lavanya and Aman had noticed Khushi was looking elsewhere and followed her line of gaze. They saw what she saw as well.

Arnav turned to leave when he caught them all looking at him. He quickly looked away and walked out.

"Aww," Lavanya said.

"I feel bad for him," Aman said.

Khushi looked at them. "I noticed you guys don't talk anymore. How come?"

Lavanya looked down and Aman rubbed her shoulder.

"Him and La got into a fight after she took you to La Roux - that's the name of the club."

"Oh...."

"Yeah," Lavanya said softly. "I've never seen him that angry before."

"Same," Aman said.

Everyone was quiet for a moment.

"Khushi," Lavanya said, breaking the silence, "I dunno why, but I have this feeling that Arnav is innocent."

Khushi looked at her. "Why?"

"I dunno, I just get the feeling he is."

"Well I'm positive," Aman said.

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows. "Positive?"

Aman leaned forward, folding his hands. "See, when Arnav came back from his first year, he told me all about you. He went on for hours and hours about you. It was obvious he liked you and when I asked, he admitted it. He had realized it before, but he just never said anything to you. When you left last year, he was beyond pissed. He was all like didn't she even think about me and what not. And when he found out when you were coming back, he went through the roof! Auntie was so confused and he told her about you-"

Khushi back-washed her latte again. "What," she coughed. 

"It's okay, auntie is really chill. From what she heard, she really liked you."

Khushi blushed, her eyes wide.

"Aww, you're blushing, " Lavanya teased.

Khushi frowned and Aman chuckled. 

"My point is," Aman continued, "is that I don't think Arnav did anything."

"But what about what I saw," Lavanya said. "I mean that's where the confusion begins. I saw her come out of his apartment. I saw Anisha pulling up her strap. It was already down when she came out of the apartment."

Aman was quiet for a moment."What if she did it cause she knew you were coming?"

Lavanya shook her head. "Nope, Arnav didn't know so she couldn't possibly. I didn't even know where they were until I asked around and Simon confirmed."

"Who," Khushi asked. 

"The guy who took your pic on his tablet when we went upstairs to the VIP."

Khushi remembered back to that day and nodded.

"So she didn't fake it," Aman said, more to himself. "But...."

"But," both ladies questioned.

"He wouldn't have done it. I don't think he did anything."

"But Aman-"

"He didn't do it La," he said, cutting her off. "He loves Khushi too much for that."

"Then what do you think," Khushi questioned. 

"I have a theory but... who knows if it's true. It's just a thought and it could be a piece to it."

Khushi nodded.

"La, you said that Simon told you that Arnav was drunk right?"

Lavanya nodded.

"Well... what if Anisha took advantage of that?"

Khushi's and Lavanya's eyes widened. They had never thought of it that way.

"What if Anisha got him drunk and then had them go up to his place? What if she convinced him into having sex with her?"

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows. "That's a possibility... unless..." and she gasped.

"What," Lavanya questioned.

Khushi glanced left to right, a thought going through her head. Unless... I shudda known!

"Well," Lavanya urged.

The corners of Khushi's lips lifted. "I shudda known all along," she grinned cunningly. 

Aman and Lavanya looked at each other in confusion.

"If there's one thing we've learned about Anisha in all these years, then what's that," Khushi asked Lavanya.

"That she's the biggest bitch in the world and that she's an idiot."

Aman chuckled and Khushi narrowed her eyes.

"Okay, yeah, besides that," Khushi said.

"Um..?"

"That she's always tried to get Arnav floating around her."

Lavanya's eyes widened. "You're right. The first time we ever met her, she was trying to grill you but failed miserably because we were with him and he was all over you."

"So she's jealous of you," Aman said. "So?"

"It's only a hunch," Khushi said.

"And," both Lavanya and Aman urged.

"What if she made it seem like they did something?"

Both Lavanya and Aman wondered for a moment. 

"You could be onto something," Aman said.

"Knowing that plastic bitch, she would do something like that, " Lavanya said.

Khushi sighed. "Arnav keeps telling me that he'll prove his innocence. As much as I feel that he's lying and all, why would someone wanna prove their self innocent when they're guilty of something like this?"

"Like anyone else whose guilty of anything," Aman said. "But you could be right Khushi. I have a feeling you're theory is correct."

"There's only one way to find out for sure," Lavanya said. "We have to know exactly what happened that night at the club."

"But how," Khushi said. "Only those who were there would know-"

"No. I remember Arnav telling me about the security cameras they have. There's security cameras all over the club floor. Also, each apartment has one...."

Lavanya's eyes widened. 

"What?"

"The cameras' recordings for his apartment are all found in-"

"In his apartment," Aman finished. 

"Which means-"

"Arnav has that tape. He has the proof! But if that's the case, why is he taking so long to prove it? Why not show it?"

Khushi bit her lip, her emotions getting the best of her. "Maybe because he isn't. Maybe he wants to tamper the evidence because he's guilty. He was just bullshitting everything all this time," she said, her voice a mere whisper. 

Lavanya looked at her best friend and saw the sorrow in her eyes. "Khushi," she cajoled, reaching out to hold her hand.

But Khushi withdrew her hand before she even could, and stood up. Without a word, she left, tears forming in her eyes. 

Lavanya tired to get up to follow her, but Aman held her back.

"Aman-"

"She needs to be alone now, babe. It's tough for her."

Lavanya looked down and Aman held her.

"What the hell did he do," Lavanya cried. "Why is he leading her on like this?"

Aman ran his hand over her back, trying to figure out the whole situation.

*~*

Khushi quickly walked home with tears in her eyes. They escaped now and then, and she would fiercely wipe them away. When she got home, her parents saw Khushi and her condition. 

"Khushi," Kinjal called out. "Baby, what's wrong?"

But Khushi ignored her and ran up to her room and locked the door behind her. Her parents came running behind and knocked on the door.

"Khushi," Karan called out. 

Khushi slid down the door and let the tears escape, her crying. 

Why did you give me hope, she exclaimed in her head. Why?!

While Khushi cried away, over at La Roux, Arnav was walking through his duplex apartment, wearing nothing but his black slacks. He went downstairs and went into the security room, which was below the staircase, next to the study. He looked at the multiple screens, displaying different angles of his apartment. He looked to the side and looked at a disk sitting on the desk, with a date and time range written on top of it. 

Arnav picked it up and his lips crooked up, forming a devilish smirk.

Gotcha.

Chapter Twenty Eight

Me? Jealous?! The nerve of that guy!

Khushi was infuriated, nonstop thinking of her encounter with Arnav. After she arrived home and gave her mother the news of her being the lead, Kinjal was ecstatic and prepared something special for her. Khushi was waiting up in her room and finishing up her assignments, while being distracted with those thoughts.

Well... are you, a soft voice asked from inside.

Khushi pushed it away. No.

But the voice came back. Are you sure?

Khushi growled.

Oh she's jealous alright, a snarky voice replied.

Hush it, you, Khushi replied.

I am you so you hush.

Khushi groaned in frustration and put her head down on the table. She turned her head to the side and dazed off, staring at the wall.

What is Arnav up to, she wondered. He's saying stuff that makes it seem like he really is innocent. But he can't be! I mean she walked out of his apartment trying to fix her dress! 

Yeah, but she's a bitch, the snarky one said.

I agree, the soft voice said.

Khushi shook her head clear. Ever since freshman year, Anisha always had something against me. At first I didn't get it, but then Lavanya told me. But why?

Khushi shut her eyes and reflected back to freshman year. She remembered Anisha's party and the classes she had with her. One thing she kept finding in common with all the flashbacks were of how she kept trying to flirt with Arnav, but Arnav never gave her the time of day. In fact, Arnav was the only one who didn't fall and kiss her feet.

Khushi's eyes shot open. Does it have to do with Arnav?

Arnav and her would always chill together back then, and usually when Anisha came around him, Khushi was always there. Arnav would be nice, but it would be obvious that he was trying to brush Anisha away, though she never got the memo. In the end, he'd walk away with Khushi... usually with his arm around her.

Khushi gasped. Did that tick Anisha off? That Arnav and I were close? Well we're- were, best friends. I mean he would always put his arm around my shoulder so... no. He'd mostly put his arm around me when she was around. But....

Khushi got up and stood by her window, crossing her arms.

Arnav said he'd get his "love back", meaning me. So.... Did he like me all these years? While I always wondered how I could get him to have feelings for me the way I do- did?

Khushi bit her nails.

Something's not right. And I smell a rat!

Kinjal knocked on her door and came in. "Sweetie, come on down."

Khushi looked at her. "Yes Momma."

Kinjal smiled and and she headed back downstairs. Khushi turned back to the window and ran her finger over her bottom lip.

Could it be that Arnav is innocent? But Anisha had the whole year to herself while I was gone, which meant she cudda gotten lucky or something with Arnav. Is that what happened then? Did she finally manage to get to Arnav? He no longer had me as an escape route.

Or maybe... maybe she didn't. Maybe she didn't get to him. But then what Lavanya saw... there's more to this. There's more than what Lavanya saw. And what that is will determine whether or not Arnav truly is innocent. 

Khushi went to her phone and pressed the button, her phone coming to life, showing a picture of Arnav.

Yes, even after everything, he was still her background on her phone. She couldn't get herself to remove it.

"I'm gonna find out what really happen," she said aloud. "And you better not be lying about your innocence Arnav. It'll only break me more."

*~*

"Alright everyone, gather around," Professor Saniya said.

It was the first gathering since the group was determined. Everyone had arrived on time and huddled around Sani. Khushi was ready to get right down to work, but she was enjoying Anisha seething. See, when Anisha had arrived, all the guys that were there were gaping at her, not that she cared so much. She was waiting for Arnav to arrive, but when he did, he didn't even look at her, busy stretching. It bothered her and just as she was about to go up to him to say hi, Khushi came walking in, and all the guys shifted to her. They were stunned by Khushi's lean figure and her curvy curves. That irritated Anisha and she and her dupes got no attention after that.

"For the competition," Sani began, "you will all be performing to The Disco Song from the Student of the Year movie. Got it?"

Everyone nodded.

"Alright. Let's get down to work."

Sani taught them some of the choreography and they all caught on. Arnav could see how much Khushi was into it, as well as how much she was enjoying it. There was a smile playing on her lips and for a moment, Arnav felt that the old Khushi was back.

Beloved... why'd you change, Arnav wondered. Are you really that angry?

Sani let the others take a short break and she had Arnav and Khushi practice their solo. Anisha watched and she fumed. She hated seeing Khushi with Arnav. She couldn't stand it!

"Jealous?"

Anisha turned and saw Lavanya smirking at her.

Anisha smirked. "Why would I be? It's such a small thing in comparison to what I've done with him."

Lavanya's eyes narrowed and Anisha smirked.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to thank you," she continued. "You told her for me and she finally knew. She's so dumb, she couldn't understand what I meant when I kept giving her looks."

Lavanya tilted her head. "I may have told her, but now I get the feeling I'm wrong."

Anisha scrunched her eyebrows. "What?"

Lavanya saw a hint of nervousness in her eyes and she knew she was right. She walked right up to Anisha and stood before her face.

"Watch out, barbie doll," Lavanya said, and she walked away.

She went back to Aman and Anisha huffed, flaring her nostrils.

The professor called them back and had Arnav and Khushi take a break. As Khushi walked back to her stuff, she saw Lavanya and Anisha glaring at each other.

What happened between them, she wondered.

Khushi went to her bag and drank some water. She was checking her phone, when her bladder began to call, so she headed out to the bathroom. On her way, she saw Arnav posting something on the wall, some papers in hand. He left and being curious, Khushi went to check it out. She saw that it was a flyer about a party at that club.

A masquerade party, she wondered. That's interesting.

Khushi glanced down the hall Arnav went down, but didn't see him. She looked back at the flyer and took it down.

It looks interesting. I wonder how it's gonna be at the sex club. It should be interesting.

"Interested in going?"

Khushi gasped and spun around to see Arnav. He leaned in closer to her and placed his arm against the wall, trapping her with his body. Khushi looked down to the side while he looked at her.

"It caught my interest," Khushi simply said.

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

Arnav smirked lightly. "I'd love to see you there."

Khushi looked at him. "You wouldn't see me there."

Arnav tilted his head. "So are you deciding not to go?"

"Depends."

Arnav cocked an eyebrow.

"Besides, you wouldn't even know if I was even there. It's a masquerade event. That means masks."

Arnav looked down and grinned, then looked back up at her. Khushi gasped. She could see something form in Arnav's eyes.

"Maybe," he said. "But I'd know its you."

"O-oh? And how's that?"

Shit, I stuttered, Khushi exclaimed.

Arnav smirked. "I'd know if you were there, even if the rest of the world was present."

Khushi's eyebrows shot up. "Oh?"

Arnav brought his face closer to her and Khushi held her breath. His face was very close to hers and her eyes were stuck on his lips.

"I'd know if you were there. Even with a mask on. I know those pretty eyes of yours."

Khushi's eyes shot up to his.

"And I definitely know those lips of yours." He leaned in closer. "I've been gazing at them for years."

Khushi gasped.

Arnav came in closer and Khushi shut her eyes. She felt his lips graze her cheek and trail below her ear.

"I would know Khushi," he whispered.

Khushi shuddered.

"I would feel your presence like I always do."

Khushi held her breath.

"I would know because I love you."

Khushi's eyes shot open. Arnav nipped her earlobe and Khushi's eyes shut again, her letting out a tiny moan. She felt Arnav grinning against her and then she felt him pull away. When she opened her eyes, she found his face before her.

"I love you Khushi, my Beloved. I always have."

Khushi blinked.

"And I know you still love me."

Khushi's eyes widened.

By the look on her face, Arnav knew he had her. As hard as it was, it was necessary, so he pulled away.

"Regardless of what you believe, you still love me." Arnav said as he stepped back. "And it's because deep down, you know that what Lavanya told you, is a lie."

Arnav turned and walked away to put up the rest of the fliers, leaving a shocked Khushi behind. It took her a few seconds before she regained her stance. She brought her hand up to her ear and she could still feel Arnav's nibble. Without another thought, she went rushing to the bathroom, leaving her wits scattered across the floor.

Little did Arnav and Khushi know that they had an audience. Anisha had come out and Lavanya had come following behind her to give her a piece of her mind, cause Anisha kept on purposely bumping into her to throw her off. As soon as the two came out, they both saw what had just happened between Arnav and Khushi. Lavanya saw Anisha seething and she couldn't help but to smirk.

Lavanya walked up to Anisha and stood beside her. "If Arnav really is innocent then you better watch your ass..."

Anisha looked at her and Lavanya turned and smirked at her.

"... cause Khushi is gonna totally take out all the padding you stuff in there."

Anisha gaped and Lavanya chuckled as she walked back into the classroom. Anisha stood there, fuming and huffing.

Arnav is mine, she exclaimed in her head. And I will not let that low class Khushi take him from me.

Boy was this girl clueless about everything.

Chapter Twenty Seven

Khushi's jaw slacked and her eyes widened. Arnav looked at her one last time before leaving. Khushi glanced side to side and shut the door. She leaned against it and slid down the door, confusion clouding her head. Kinjal came back and looked at her daughter. Khushi only looked straight forward and was lost in thought.

He loves me, Khushi wondered.

Kinjal came beside her daughter. "Khushi?"

But Khushi only stood up and went back to her room. She went back to the window and stared out of it. Kinjal had followed her up and sat across from her.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong," Kinjal asked softly.

Khushi bit the inside of her lip. "I can't tell you."

"Why?"

Khushi didn't say anything for moment. Kinjal just looked at her hoping for an answer.

"I don't wanna talk about it," Khushi finally said.

Kinjal sighed and placed her hand on her daughter's knee. "If you keep this up, you'll fall sick."

"It's nothing worse than what I feel now."

Kinjal gasped.

"I'd like to be alone mother."

Pursing her lips, Kinjal got up and left. Khushi continued to stare out of the window, recapping the recent events.

What's he trying to prove, Khushi wondered. He obviously has nothing to make him seem innocent.

Or is there more than what meets the eye, a voice said inside of her.

Khushi took in a sharp breath. I doubt that. It could be that what Lavanya saw was wrong, but I doubt that. He's living above a sex club for crying out loud!

Khushi exhaled deeply. "Forget about it all Kush," she said aloud to herself. "Forget him and forget that you loved him. Forget he even exists! It may not be easy, but you have to try! It's all for your own good."

*~*

After that day, Khushi stopped sulking. Day after day, she worked on building herself mentally stronger. She would distract herself by working out, doing yoga, helping her mother around the house and helping her father with work. She especially helped her father to learn of the company since she would someday own it.

Karan was happy that his daughter was learning about the family business, but he knew that it was only to help the hole within her. She still wasn't the bubbly and cheery girl she once was and he wondered if she'd ever come back.

*~*

The spring semester soon began, and Khushi was ready, physically and mentally. She knew that there was no escaping Arnav or Lavanya, so she had built herself up emotionally for that. Remembering how Anisha would smirk at her, she also knew that Anisha would continue to taunt her, so she was ready for any snarly comments if she threw any.

Her schedule was okay and of all the classes she had, she loved her culture discovery the most. This semester, Professor Saniya would choose her top dancers to go against a local college's dance group. This was one thing Khushi was very excited for and she couldn't wait!

The only thing that had her bothered was the fact that this semester, both Arnav and Lavanya were in her class. Not only them, but Aman was there as well. And most annoying of all, Anisha and her dupes were there as well.

She had stayed in for a moment to talk to her professor from her class before, so she was late by a minute or two. When she entered the room, she saw Lavanya and Aman sitting together at one end, Arnav on his own at a corner and as always, Anisha and her dupes sitting in the center. Khushi couldn't help but to shake her head as she walked in. All day, she hadn't seen any of them, and now she sees them all together.

Khushi saw Anisha looking right at her, a faint smirk on her face. She glanced at Arnav and then looked back at Khushi. Khushi rolled her eyes and sat in the front-center, blocking Anisha.

Anisha gaped at her. No one ever sat in front of her, always moving away so that she was the main focus. In lecture halls it didn't matter but here, she did.

Throughout the class, Khushi could feel Anisha trying to burn a hole through her, but she only threw her hair back, showing her that she was doing nothing to her. Khushi also saw Lavanya looking at her, trying to make eye contact, but Khushi avoided her gaze. And Arnav? All he did was look right at her. Her confidence amazed him, as well as the barriers she had created around her.

At the end of class, Lavanya had tried talk to Khushi, but she left before she even got the chance. It totally shocked Arnav, seeing how far Khushi was going. Lavanya was her best friend, yet Khushi had made her an enemy.

Why is Khushi mad at her, Arnav wondered. Because she told her the so called truth? Because what she said has hurt her?

It didn't make sense to Arnav, but the truth is that Khushi was avoiding Lavanya because it only seemed to make things easier. Seeing Lavanya with Aman all the time would only remind her of her feelings for Arnav and the many romantic and erotic thoughts she had of him. So to save herself the painful reminders, she chose to avoid Lavanya.

Day after day went on, the class meeting five times a week, only making it torturous for Khushi. It took her a while to deal with it - Lavanya trying to talk to her, as well as Aman; Anisha and her dupes trying their best to grill her, but only failing; and Arnav just staring at her. After a while, Khushi had gathered the courage and would stare back at him, her eyes fierce. He would smirk at her now and then and Khushi would roll her eyes.

For someone who said he'd prove himself innocent, he sure doesn't do anything, Khushi said in her head.

After the first two weeks, Professor Saniya had made up her mind on who would be in the dance group out of the whole class.

"The following people will be a part of the group: Khushi, Arnav, Lavanya, Aman, Anisha, Neetu, Naina...."

She went on with the names of other students while Khushi groaned inwardly. 

Really! All of them, she exclaimed in her head.

"I want those that I called to meet me after class," the professor said. 

And like she said, at the end of class, those who were called went over to her.

"I've seen your moves and I know how you dance," she said to them. "So making my decision on who should be the male lead and the female lead was very easy."

All of the students looked at her seriously, though on the inside they were rather nervous. 

"The male lead is... Arnav."

Arnav nodded.

"And the lead female is... Khushi."

Khushi nodded.

Arnav, Lavanya, and Aman just looked at her. They had expected a reaction of some sort, but Khushi was totally okay. As for Anisha, she gaped at Khushi. She thought that she should be the lead.

Sani gave them their schedule for rehearsals and other information. They were to meet 4 times in the week from 5 to 8 PM. Everyone was fine with that so they were dismissed. 

Khushi went to grab her bag. She couldn't wait to get home to tell her mom, so she rushed on out. Khushi headed out the room and turned the corner, and walked into someone. She felt the person hold her as they collided, stopping her from falling. When Khushi looked up, she saw that it was none other than Arnav. 

Arnav just looked at her. He had been waiting for this moment for quite a while now. Khushi was surprised, so she didn't react whatsoever.

"Looks like you and I are going to be partners," Arnav said. 

Khushi brain clicked back into action and she released herself. "Looks like we are."

"You can't avoid me anymore," Arnav said, though it sounded like he was grateful.

"Sadly."

Khushi turned to walk away and Arnav went after her.

"Khushi, stop avoiding me!"

Khushi whipped around. "I can and I will for as long as I can!"

"Well you can't forever cause rehearsals start Saturday."

"Then I'll avoid you as much as I can till then."

"Well then in that case, enjoy while you can," Arnav said sarcastically. 

Khushi rolled her eyes.

"Once these rehearsals start, I can finally prove my innocence to you."

Khushi scoffed. "For someone whose been doing nothing but staring staring at me, you sure are confident."

"I may have been watching you in class, but I have been doing other things during my free time."

"Like being with a whore at that club of yours," she smiled sweetly.

For a moment, Arnav just looked at her. Within a second he burst into laughter. Khushi scrunched her eyebrows, watching him confusedly as he laughed away.

"You're jealous, aren't you," Arnav laughed.

Khushi gaped. "I am not!"

"Yes you are! That's exactly what it is!"

Khushi rolled her eyes. "Whatever Arnav, say whatever shit you want."

Arnav calmed himself. "Ignore it all you want Khushi, you're jealous."

In the blink of an eye, Khushi stood before him, her grip tight on his collar. "I'm. Not. Jealous."

Arnav blinked.

"I'm furious," she simply said, and she released him and walked away.

Arnav could only blink as he watched Khushi walk away. When she turned the corner, he smiled.

Khushi my beloved, I will prove you wrong, he said in his head. It's just a matter of time now.