OS: My Intoxicated Khushi

Prologue:

NK was out with some friends and they forced him to drink. So he did and get drunk. Back on the way at home he had some beer bottles with him and made it into apple juice bottle, not to get caught. He slipped in and was pleased as nobody was in the hall. Just as he sat on the couch to rest, he heared a door bang and quickly ran into his room forgetting the apple juice bottle with beer on the table.

Khushi was angry on Arnav because he was just working these days and didn't have much time. As she was going in the kitchen to make jalebis and saw the apple juice! She thought to cool herself and drank it even if she wondered why it doesn't tasted like apple juice.

The door opened and Khushi came in closing the door again. Arnav was as usually working on his laptop, so she turned on the TV and sat back on the bed.

After some time the intoxication started affecting over her. She switched off the TV, got up and walked towards Arnav.

"WHAT THE'" Arnav stood up and glared at her in anger. "What the hell Khushi? You turned off my laptop? I was working!"

"Yes I did! So what?" She pouted glaring at him with equal anger. He was to shout back at her but then noticed her staggering...like a drunk person do. Her tottering and reeling posture made him think of her being under alcohol influence. But wait...she wouldn't do that. Khushi and drink? No way! She once tried to drink for him on their date before the remarriage but she wanted to do it for him. Otherwise she wouldn't drink voluntarily...not even think of that.

He carefully touched her upper arm looking into her eyes. "Khushi, are you..."

*KNOCK*

He couldn't complete his sentence as he was interrupted by a knock on the door of their room. Before Arnav could react and make a step or say something Khushi had opened the door hurridly.

NK stood there with the same posture as Khushi and a funny expression.

"Hi Khushiji." He used his most sweet and lovely tone he had and looked at her with a dreamy face.

"Nanheji? You-here? What a pleasure.Come in!" She replied with a wide smile and polite voice as if he had come over for dinner at her home.

"Sure..." His way of talking to Khushi made Arnav somewhere jealous again even he was sure now, they both were drunk. He moved to them and interrupted their just began conversation.

"Okay, it's enough you two. NK what are you doing here?" He asked him straightly not expecting a straight answer from him...even if wouldn't have been drunk, he couldn't go with the thought of NK giving him a straight and simple reply.

"I...I...I..." He looked here and there trying to remember why he came here. But he was etched.

For Arnav, it was enough now and he gave NK a look with burning eyes.

"O ya I remember..." NK snipped and smiled at him with his eyes closed. "I came here for Khushiji."

"What?" Arnav almost shouted at him and greeted his teeth. His hands formed a fist while Khushi stared at NK and blushed unstoppably.

"I'I meant to ask Khushiji...if she know where's my beer?" NK replied like if a kid was caught stealing.

Arnav sighed first and then his eyes popped out. Beer? In RM? That explains everything. No it all makes a sense to him. NK must've brought beer and Khushi must've drunk it. But at the same time he was hell shocked now.

He was standing there with two drunk people almost flirting with each other. What if Nani and Di find out about that? Alcohol isn't allowed in RM. He got very angry at him.

Before he could shout at NK, she spoke sluggishly.

"Nanheji, will you do me favor and take me away from this Laad Governor?"

Arnav's eyes moved to glare at Khushi while NK opened his mouth pretending to be shocked.

"Why Khushiji? What did he do now?" He asked her slowly with a curious tone and of course...his broken hindi.

"I am his wife but he doesn't love me, but his laptop. It is a thing! It doesn't even have a gender. I don't know if I should call him a womanizer or gay."

Arnav's eyes widend and he looked at both of them laughing like monkeys.

Khushi was about to speak further but Arnav put his hand on her mouth.

"NK, you go and sleep now." He ordered. "And don't dare to come out of your room before the sun rise." NK hiccuped and nodded his head following his words.

Arnav closed the door with his one hand and scanned her from toe to head.

Khushi moved his hand off her mouth and glared at him with wide eyes. But he ignored her and pushed her lightly towards the bed.

"Khushi, let's sleep. It's late!"

"NO! I don't want' to' sleep'." She hiccuped and completed her sentenced.

"Khushi, you're drunk. Listen to me!"

Her anger turned into a mischievous smile and she held his collar and pulled her closer.

"If' I'm drunk', why aren't you' taking' advantage' of it?" She spoke while hiccuping and giggling.

" Why do I need to take advantage of you being drunk?" He looked at her confusingly.

Her expression changed like if someone had the remote control of her feelings. She looked at him disgusting and left his collar.

"Of course, you' don't. Right! You would' take' advantage if your laptop' was drunk...or your phone'.

Arnav raised his brows and crossed his arms over the chest. "You're really jealous of my laptop and phone?"

"Yes, I am' jealous of your' laptop...and I hate' your phone' because' it's jealous' of me." She pouted like a little kid.

"Phone? Jealous of you? Khushi, just come and sleep." He hold her arm to take her toward the bed.

"You think I'm joking? Your phone keeps interrupting us most of the time. Sometime I feel like wanting to break this phone into million of parts." She had stopped to hiccup but struggled to get free of his grip.

Arnav raised his brows in amusement and left her arm. He smiled. She really said what she feel about his phone.

"It took you almost 10 months to complete an almost kiss, just because of this stupid phone."

This was getting interesting now. Arnav devoted her all his attention. She was uttering her thoughts in intoxication now.

She made a puppy face and starred at him very cutely.

"But...interruption!" Looking at her face, he understood that she's going to speak further about this topic.

"Ah, there were enough interrupters beside this phone also." Her face innocent like that of a small child who doesn't know what he's speaking about. He smirked and thought, now she's going to pour her heart out.

"Like Hari Prakshji...he is a nice person but if a husband and wife are hugging each other and their head are bend then he should understand, it's not the right time. But no...everything else is more important."

He knew what she was talking about. That was the day when he sat in the cupboard to remind her about their lovely moments but she was refusing to consider him as his husband. He was about to kiss her but HP came saying Nani has called them. So she was actually cursing him for interrupting them? He felt like laughing out loud but however managed to control himself as she wasn't under he control and think that he's making fun of her.

"Well, who else interrupted us, Khushi?" He asked her making a innocent face to enjoy this entertainment.

"Oh, there's a looong list." She said signing with her hand. "Actually, you should ask who doesn't interrupted us...it will be easier for me to count." She gasped loudly and looked at him. "Jiji and Akash Jijaji, Di, even Nani and not to forget Dadi. But the one I hate the most on this world, Shyamji and his bloody kidnappers."

He saw the burning and killer look in her eyes.

"Couldn't they come after a little while?...No...they had to come on time and disturb us."

He smiled and wanted to embrace her in a hug immediately...but then he saw a sudden changing on her face again. Tears in her eyes and her lips shivering.

He cupped her face and asked her worriedly. "Khushi, what happened? Why are you crying?"

"Arnavji, they took you away from me. They snatched you away from me."

He wiped off her tears and pulled her in his arms. "No Khushi, nobody can take me away from you. I'm here! With you..."

She looks at him still sobbing.

"Do you think, anyone can separate us ever?"

She looked at him and shook her head in denial. He smiled and kissed her forehead.

"Good, come on let's sleep now."

"But I don't want." She said stubbornly and stepped back.

"Khushi, don't behave like a kid. You're drunk. Come one sleep."

She giggled and crossed her arms on her back. "If I am drunk, then why aren't you taking advantage of it?" She asked with her innocent look.

He smiled and glanced at his Khushi. She never says these things in her full consciousness, never mentioned how annoying these interruptions are, never asked him to kiss her, never asked him to spend time with her. Instead, she would get angry and say nothing happened. And now here is his Khushi, standing in front of him, fully drunk and asking him to take advantage of her being under the influence of alcohol.

"Khushi, I don't need to. I love you. I am your husband, not a rapist."

Her giggling stopped and the smile vanished away. She looked at him annoyingly.

"Of course! You would rather take advantage if your girlfriend Ms. Laptop would be drunk or your boyfriend Mr. Mobile but..."

Before she could complete her sentence her lips were sealed with a soft and soothing kiss. She didn't mind and responded immediately.

After a while they pulled back to catch some air.

"Was it enough advantage?" His warm breath rubbed against her ear and she giggled.

She crossed her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Even if she wasn't in her senses, they shared an eye lock [Rabba Ve...] and he picked her up in his arms.

He put her on the bed laying himself beside her and covered themselves with the blanket.

She slept in no time hugging him tight with her head resting on his chest and he fell asleep after admiring his Mrs. for a long time.

Epilogue:

For his own amusement and revenge on NK for flirting with Khushi, Arnav told her all about last night. After that he enjoyed a lot of Khushi being after NK all the day.