PART 11

ASR was unable to tear his eyes away from khushi.They were in the deserted parking lot of S.T.F.

Khushi could feel his intense gaze and subsequently blushed deeper.

They hadn't spoken a word continuing the silence.

We need to chalk out a plan before we reach the night club.Khushi thought resolutely.Gathering up her guts,she looked up at ASR.

''Sir,how are we.......What is it?''she suddenly screeched.Her eyes widened to the size of saucers.

''Where?......What?''ASR jumped looking around.

''What are you wearing?''khushi asked pointing at his dress wildly.

ASR was wearing his signature,formal looking black shirt and trousers,accentuating his official looks.

''What the!''he looked down to check whether he had left something essential like trouser or shoes for instance.

''If you haven't noticed funnily enough despite having such over-sized eyes,I'm wearing shirt and pant.''he said sarcastically.

''Are you planning to wear this to the Night club?''she asked aghast.

''Of course!....Will you stop being so melodramatic and tell me what's wrong?''he asked irritably.

Khushi looked at him as if he had gone mad and started mumbling,chewing her lips.

''This laadgovernor is truly off his chumps.Oh God what am I supposed to do with him?''

''Excuse me!''

''If you went wearing this then you'll be recognized as soon as you so much as set a toe inside that place.''

She glanced down at her watch.

''We still have ample of time.Let's go!''she said taking the car keys.A lost ASR followed her.

The black SUV rolled in the parking lot of the mall.

''What the!Why have we come here?''ASR asked bewildered.

''Time for make-over!We're going to get a few casuals for you.''khushi sighed,already out of the car.

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''How do you find this shirt Armaanji?''Anjali asked looking up at her husband only to find him staring down at her lovingly.She blushed furiously.

''Armaan ji?''she repeated,breaking his trance.

''Haan!What did you say?''Armaan asked,waking from his reverie.

''I asked whether you liked this shirt?''Anjali said.

''My choice is no different from yours Anju!''He replied softly,makin her turn crimson.

A delhi-based businessman,Armaan Singhania was the doting husband of Anjali.They had been together since college and had tied the knot some 6 years ago.Being an orphan,he had never known the affection of family and thus considered Anjali's family as his own,returning their love and caring for them.He was a perfect husband,a son-in-law anybody can dream of.

''Ok we should....Oh God!''Anjali exclaimed suddenly,looking faint.

''Anju!What's wrong?Are you OK?''Armaan asked,wild with concern.

''I..am fine Armanji!''Anjali gasped.

''Chote!''

Armaan whipped around and was just as stumped as Anjali.

ASR and Khushi had entered the shop.