Part 3

Coming out of her spell compromising himself he brought out his infamous stereotype face as his behaviour is not settling to himself as well.

'What are you trying to prove by wearing such disgusting clothes". He yelled.

Khushi took two steps backwards hearing his shout.

"Just say something". Sternly he said.

She just negatively nodded her head.

"You can't speak amazing just amazing I am married to a dumb girl". He said angrily.

She clapped her hand to gain his attention when she got. Immediately holding her ears she said in sign language that she is sorry than with one hand she touches her chest then negatively shake her hand as to she didn't after that she use pointer finger in the air to indicate them then she hold her one hand with other than with the freehand she has a C shape moving it up and down showing forced action.

{ she mean she didn't want to get married to him but was forced by them}.

"All I get is that you are sorry and nothing else". Irritatingly he said not able to understand her unsaid words although he badly wants to read her without a language but do Mr arrogant will accept??

Khushi was again going to explain her but he interpreted her by showing her hand

"Don't need to explain further I am not interested". Rudely he said.

A stink of pain run through Khushi's body knowing that her fate after marriage is also not going to change it will be the same as before of an unwanted orphan person.

The doorbell broke the thick silence of the hall. Arnav move to open the door being aware it his employee came to give food while Khushi's eyes were curiously watching who could be but didn't make a small move from her spot.

Arnav open the door while from where a person can see who is in the drawing-room finding a girl in his boss house is not something alien but if you don't find any then surely it is. The strange thing is it's not the type of girl his boss prefers.

"Sir it's a pure handmade food specially prepared by your wife for you". He said with a big smile.

"Thanks". Curtly he replied.

"If you need anything else then please let me know sir".

Arnav was going to deny it when he fell on her try to sneakingly see who is at the doorstep.

"A few pairs of clothes will do if you can arrange". Monotonous he said.

"Sure sir by night I will deliver it".

"Listen and Listen carefully no one should know I have order food and clothes, not even Aman. Understood!!" Dangerously he warned him scaring him to hell.

Quickly Arnav shut the door nor liking the way his employee was, again and again, eyeing the girl in his house.

"It has food have it and don't try to be smart I know it's all your acting to trap me. Anyway, what I can accept for a cheater's daughter". Heartlessly he insulted her and left to his room giving her tiffin.

His words bring tears to her eyes but the delicious smell of food pull her concentrate to it, not on something which is ultimate fate.

Sitting on her favourite place in the kitchen that's between slab and refrigerator she opened the boxes one by one finding paratha, curry of a sweet cone, biryani, buttermilk and salad brought a smile on her face. Taking a small size of the plate from a drawer she put some rice in it she started to eat with her hands in this process messing her palms and also fed some to her clothes while trying some curry to make her mess.

After some time Arnav comes back changing into sweatpants and a t-shirt. He was looking here and there to sport the weird girl not finding her his legs autonomously took him to the place where he first saw her.

On the same day, the silly girl yet again amazed him he found her sleeping in a sitting position with the help of a side stone of slab in a messed up condition. Only one-fourth of paratha and a baby dig of Biriyani she had eaten and now dozing as a person who does after eating rajbhog.

Shaking his head in disbelief he repacked the food and placed it on the table.

"Wake up... what the hell is her name. Hey girl wake up I don't have the whole day to waste on you". He shouted irritatingly but a tried girl who had a stomach full of food after a long time didn't bulge a bit.

"Aggh... (irritatingly he decided to shake her to wake her up from sleep) wake up".

Feeling a touch she quickly opened her eyes in reflexes observed a foetus position confusing him.

When she didn't feel pain after a few minutes peeped to know what happen only to see her husband looking at her with a weird sight. Slowly she stood up holding the slab.

"Now what are you trying to do"? Annoyed he asked.

"spreading index finger and thumb an indication of 'I' then rub the side of her forehead as in 'thought' lastly tapping index finger together with a sign of 'hurt' lasting point a figure towards him." 'I thought you will hurt me.

"Do you know how to write?". Doubtfully he questioned.

With a wide smile, she nod her head vigorously like an excited child which brought a small smile to Arnav's face as well a bit he quickly covered it.

He offered his phone opening note on it but Khushi eyed it with confusion.

"Now don't say you don't know how to operate mobile".

With a cute pout, she nodded sidewise in a negative manner.

"Unbelievable...".

He took hold of her wrist leading her to the living room where he made her sit on the sofa while he went to search for a pen and notepad found her sitting on the sofa.

Soon he came with a pen and pad offering he indicates write. Taking support of the handiest and started to write.

"Hi.. I am Khushi". She wrote and hand over to him with a big smile playing on her lips.

"Finally I got your name.... Khushi he tested on his lips". Finding an unknown peace in it.

"Are you dumb by birth?". He asked.

To which she negatively nodded her head.

"Then...."

She shrugs in response.

"You don't know how you lost your voice". With a rise eyebrows, he asked.

"Only in a bit and pieces'. She wrote.

"Okay!"

An awkward silence covered the room as either of them have a topic to talk about. To avoid the situation Arnav started to scroll mails while Khushi analysed the surroundings to find nothing in particular.

Arnav POV

Their is nothing special in this silly girl still my heart is doing somersault just by her one look. Arnav you need to get a hold of your so called emotion. Don’t forget people wear faces to cover up their ugly self. What if she is exactly like Payal after all they both share same blood but it is also possible she is nothing like her sister. It’s all so confusing soon need to find a way to come of this mess.

To be continued…