PART 5
Mr. Hottie is mine!
Mr. Hottie is mine!
Arnav
came to the shop every weekend took the cake and left as usual. But
every night when Khushi finished her work and got ready to go to home,
she would see her Mr.Hottie waiting for her outside. After that he would
give her a ride to her home.
His this gesture always gave goosebumps to Khushi. He never missed her or was ever late.
This became a habbit or a obsession as a matter of fact.
On daily basis, Khushi would wake up every morning dreaming of her Mr. Hottie with a smile. Go to AR and then she would directly go to the shop.
Then when she would be ready to go back home, she would come out of the shop to find Arnav waiting for her to give her a ride home. It has been continuing for more than a week now.
Khushi had become quite comfortable with him and they chatted together on the way or you can say Khushi chatted or fired questions to get a nod or a curt reply from him.
They talked about family, business or about their likes and dislikes.
Today too, Arnav was dropping her home when Khushi stopped him and asking him to wait in the car walked down two blocks before she spotted the homeless man leaning against the corner of a building.
A thin layer of dirt was covering his light skin. His hair was nearly white and his body was thin. I smiled at him and handed him the plastic bag filled with leftover brownies, sandwiches, and muffins. Inside, there was also a list of homeless shelters, job openings, and soup kitchens nearby. He stared at me with glistened eyes and gently took the bag from my hands.
"
Thank you, thank you."
"You're welcome."
She then turned to walk back to the car but when she turned around, she spotted Arnav. He was staring at her, an unreadable expression on his face. Khushi gave him a small smile as she walked to him and they walked back together in silence to the car.
His this gesture always gave goosebumps to Khushi. He never missed her or was ever late.
This became a habbit or a obsession as a matter of fact.
On daily basis, Khushi would wake up every morning dreaming of her Mr. Hottie with a smile. Go to AR and then she would directly go to the shop.
Then when she would be ready to go back home, she would come out of the shop to find Arnav waiting for her to give her a ride home. It has been continuing for more than a week now.
Khushi had become quite comfortable with him and they chatted together on the way or you can say Khushi chatted or fired questions to get a nod or a curt reply from him.
They talked about family, business or about their likes and dislikes.
Today too, Arnav was dropping her home when Khushi stopped him and asking him to wait in the car walked down two blocks before she spotted the homeless man leaning against the corner of a building.
A thin layer of dirt was covering his light skin. His hair was nearly white and his body was thin. I smiled at him and handed him the plastic bag filled with leftover brownies, sandwiches, and muffins. Inside, there was also a list of homeless shelters, job openings, and soup kitchens nearby. He stared at me with glistened eyes and gently took the bag from my hands.
"
Thank you, thank you."
"You're welcome."
She then turned to walk back to the car but when she turned around, she spotted Arnav. He was staring at her, an unreadable expression on his face. Khushi gave him a small smile as she walked to him and they walked back together in silence to the car.
Khushi woke up today, smiling to her hearts out.
"Happy twenty-first birthday, Khushi!" she said to herself.
Today was Sunday but she was called to Office for some important work. She didn't want to go.
It was her birthday and here she has to go to her Office because her so-called mysterious boss's boss who owned the AR wanted to conduct a meeting on that day only.
She never met ASR, her boss or she never bothered to. She knew he was arrogant and rude with no heart, that is what everyone said about him.
Her family wished Happy Birthday. Though they were reluctant about
Khushi going to work, they let her as she insisted and that it was an important meeting to attend.
As she entered the AR office, she found not a single outside. The watchman informed her that ASR was waiting for her and so she hurried towards his cabin.
When she knocked on his door. She felt someone behind her. She was about to turn when the same person stopped her. Then he tied a black ribbon on her eyes and blind-folded her.
Khushi tried to protest.
"Trust me."
But when she heard his words, she relaxed. His voiced seemed familiar.
She was escorted into the room and when the blind-fold was removed, she looked around astonished.
The entire cabin was decorated with birthday items and balloons. Aww. She loved them.
Suddenly, she turned around to find her Mr.Hottie. What was Arnav doing here? Khushi wanted to ask him a million questions but halted as she noticed that he was staring at her with so much intensity that could melt him down.
She blushed.
"Arnav!"
"Shhh!" he silenced her by placing his finger on top of her lips, walking upto her.
"Happy Birthday Khushi. It's my time to celebrate because if you hadn't come on this Earth years back, I would have never met a wonderful person like you in my life"
Khushi stared at him in amazement. He took her hand in his and led her to the decorated table where a birthday cake laid.
"A cake again from your shop." he said before they cut the cake and she fed him while retaliated the same way.
Khushi stared at Arnav's lips as the little cream of the cake laid daringly in the corner of his lips.
"So, Khushi. You liked your birthday surprise?"
And she could only nod in reply.
"There's something else for you?" He said as he took out a packet.
Khushi accepted it dazed and tried to open it when he stopped.
"You have already seen it before. Will you wear it for our DATE tonight, Khushi?"
And again, She only nodded as words seemed to have got struck on her throat.
After blinking for 5 sec, she could only murmer.
"A-Arnav S-Singh R-Raizada. ASR. I didn't know. I mean"
The next moment, Arnav had gone on his knees.
"I love you Khushi! Do you?" he asked.
And once again, she nodded.
It was her most special birthday.
She hugged him tight. She never had imagined that their little encounters in the sweet shop would lead to something so magical like this.
"Arnav, what do you do with all those cakes every weekends."
"I could buy them each day to meet someone special''
And she blushed and pointed towards his lips which had the cream. He cleaned on the wrong side and when she tried moved her fingers to clean them, Arnav stopped her.
He slowly bend forward and whispered in her ears.
"Don't use your fingers but clean it."
Her eyes became wide. And before she knew her Mr.Hottie was kissing her. She clicked off the cream from his lips. She didn't know which one was sweeter- The cake or his lips.
She smiled in between the kisses as she realised that
"Mr. Hottie is mine."
THE END
"Happy twenty-first birthday, Khushi!" she said to herself.
Today was Sunday but she was called to Office for some important work. She didn't want to go.
It was her birthday and here she has to go to her Office because her so-called mysterious boss's boss who owned the AR wanted to conduct a meeting on that day only.
She never met ASR, her boss or she never bothered to. She knew he was arrogant and rude with no heart, that is what everyone said about him.
Her family wished Happy Birthday. Though they were reluctant about
Khushi going to work, they let her as she insisted and that it was an important meeting to attend.
As she entered the AR office, she found not a single outside. The watchman informed her that ASR was waiting for her and so she hurried towards his cabin.
When she knocked on his door. She felt someone behind her. She was about to turn when the same person stopped her. Then he tied a black ribbon on her eyes and blind-folded her.
Khushi tried to protest.
"Trust me."
But when she heard his words, she relaxed. His voiced seemed familiar.
She was escorted into the room and when the blind-fold was removed, she looked around astonished.
The entire cabin was decorated with birthday items and balloons. Aww. She loved them.
Suddenly, she turned around to find her Mr.Hottie. What was Arnav doing here? Khushi wanted to ask him a million questions but halted as she noticed that he was staring at her with so much intensity that could melt him down.
She blushed.
"Arnav!"
"Shhh!" he silenced her by placing his finger on top of her lips, walking upto her.
"Happy Birthday Khushi. It's my time to celebrate because if you hadn't come on this Earth years back, I would have never met a wonderful person like you in my life"
Khushi stared at him in amazement. He took her hand in his and led her to the decorated table where a birthday cake laid.
"A cake again from your shop." he said before they cut the cake and she fed him while retaliated the same way.
Khushi stared at Arnav's lips as the little cream of the cake laid daringly in the corner of his lips.
"So, Khushi. You liked your birthday surprise?"
And she could only nod in reply.
"There's something else for you?" He said as he took out a packet.
Khushi accepted it dazed and tried to open it when he stopped.
"You have already seen it before. Will you wear it for our DATE tonight, Khushi?"
And again, She only nodded as words seemed to have got struck on her throat.
After blinking for 5 sec, she could only murmer.
"A-Arnav S-Singh R-Raizada. ASR. I didn't know. I mean"
The next moment, Arnav had gone on his knees.
"I love you Khushi! Do you?" he asked.
And once again, she nodded.
It was her most special birthday.
She hugged him tight. She never had imagined that their little encounters in the sweet shop would lead to something so magical like this.
"Arnav, what do you do with all those cakes every weekends."
"I could buy them each day to meet someone special''
And she blushed and pointed towards his lips which had the cream. He cleaned on the wrong side and when she tried moved her fingers to clean them, Arnav stopped her.
He slowly bend forward and whispered in her ears.
"Don't use your fingers but clean it."
Her eyes became wide. And before she knew her Mr.Hottie was kissing her. She clicked off the cream from his lips. She didn't know which one was sweeter- The cake or his lips.
She smiled in between the kisses as she realised that
"Mr. Hottie is mine."
THE END
Don't know how it came out!
Hope you all liked it! And I did justice to the story.
Hope you all liked it! And I did justice to the story.
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