The First Five Times - One

The first five times that Khushi and Arnav didn't meet

One.

Khushi pulled to a stop in front of the large mansion. Sheesh Mahal. It was large, unwelcoming  and austere. Not the venue she would have chosen for her own wedding but the bright lights and pounding music assured her this was the place.

This was the hotel Jeejaji had said wasn't it?

She got off her scooter, still clutching the deed papers to her chest and had just lifted her hands to pray for Devi Maiyya's support when her phone rang.

'Jeejaji? Where are you? Jiji and I have been trying to ring you all day. I need to talk to you.'

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Arnav opened his eyes and sighed, barely registering the unremarkable model on the catwalk dressed in a show-stopping red lengha of his own design for the finale.

He had expected to finally be at peace once he bought Sheesh Mahal; once he reclaimed what was rightfully his.

But still he felt restless... he felt... incomplete.