Unfaiyhful: chapter 4

Chapter 4: baby...


Arnav forgetting every damn thing! …forget about his broken heart!
pregnant!
pregnant!
Shocked and surprised…he sits on the chair…
He wanted something…
Destiny reserved something else…
He wanted to hate her…and she's carrying a part of him, again… again???!!!!!!
It's just…just…just…he's a father again…he always want so many kids, from her and with her…only her…it feels…strange…should he be happy?...should he be indifferent?...but a baby…again, she's gifting him that???...he…'s…strangely…feeling like crying…a brother or a sister to their son…to their baby…another baby…''I'm carrying your baby Arnav''….he remembers that phrase when she first get pregnant with Armaan…and now…now…she goanna tell him?...now, all that happiness??? They goanna live it, again…???...now…all what he want is seeing her…her eyes, her expression, her stomach…he want to see all that….he's feeling the need to see her…
all that…all that mixture of feelings killing him, torturing him…she can't pretend all that…doing all that…she can't lie his love all that time…
Arnav takes the keys of his car…
In minutes…he arrived to the RM…
He saw her…sleeping in the sofa…
An angel…
Arnav stops…mesmerized…how he can be so blind to not see…her tummy…even with the clothes, he could see that…a difference…a little tummy is pushing the white top she's wearing…his baby…their baby …the little baby inside her…he can't touch …but he wished he can…like when Armaan was inside her…he has secrets to tell him also…he has to tell him I love you too….he has to feel him…to hug her to that he can be so close to him…
The baby…like when she was pregnant and Armaan was right there and he was impatient to see him…he can't wait to see that baby too…to have him in his arms…
What if she was a girl…a princess…daughter of papaa…
Arnav feels a power…the need to touch the baby…if he does…he will feel…who is hidden there….but no…no…he should stop that…he can't touch her…simply, forgive all even for a second…he's angry, he can't trust his wife anymore…he can't …
Her face which he used to know and see only sincerity had betrayed him…how can she sleep like that…how can she be so calm?...how she can play with his heart and succeed to affect him, every time, he decide to walk away…to forget …to hate….he's back, and the reason is her…
Arnav approaches from her and instead of touching her tummy…he touches delicately her hair…he caresses her cheek…he stares at her beauty… he missed her…he always do…missing her…when she was in his arms, three months ago, he was missing her, he couldn't have enough of her…what if he was so far away from her all those three long days … and finally…his hand touches her tummy…he poses his warm and protective hand there… and now…he lose his breath…this touch affected him…like never…
When he has Armaan, he was confused and troubled and with the happiness of the first baby, first time with that sensation of being a father, he can't understand this emotion or control it very well…but now…it's different…he feels how much that small thing inside is precious…is vulnerable…is the result of a whole story…
Story of two lives…no!...one life….
Story of two souls…no! …one soul…
Story of two bodies…becoming one….
Story of their love….
this baby…he has the impression to know very well…when they had him…right in that sofa…he know it…because…he just feel it …it was during the last romantic time they spend together…he's sure…certain…
he remember it… the last time he touched her...
their last night of love…
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Flashback:
-Arnav! you're watching a football match?
-yeeeh!
-can I join?
Arnav's eyes removed, from the TV screen to his wife's face...surprised! if she hates something it will be him watching football...she hates when he keeps all his concentration on the screen...and she, usually, went to the bedroom...pouting like a little girl...if Armaan was here...he will be also on his father's lap, watching, and that makes her more pissed off...tonight Armaan is not here...he uses to make her mother even more nervous when he ask his father :'' did all the girls hates ball like Khusi?'' and when Arnav laughs...kissing his son's forehead: '' yeh, buddy...girls are complicated''...but Armaan is with his Nani, tonight...so Arnav is waiting to fight her bad mood, her football allergy by his own, tonight...but here, he's surprised that she wanted to join and watch….
Ar:-you're asking?...come!
She sits, in the sofa, beside him...holds his arm...and sticks to him...he looks at her again...but he wants really to watch this match...and she's interested too?...she's watching football, now? but she hates that...she wants to impress him?...losing his concentration on the match...he keeps looking at her...she gives him a bowl full of pop corn and takes the one with chips...but he eats from her bowl...she smiles...what a smile!...he can't get enough...he gives her a peck on her lips...she gives him one pop corn...and back to the screen...
Arnav was watching now, putting all his concentration…


Kh:-look at this stupid...oh my god...this is unfair...oh my god...yes...yes...yess...come on you can do it….you can….Goal...goal Arnav yeh we did it...your team is the ones in red shirts yes??
-No...baby!...I'm encouraging the others in bleu!
-what? sorry biby sorry...
...she holds her ear:
-sorry…I doesn't know that!
Arnav control his anger and pushed her to him:
-no problem!...come here!
Arnav makes her head on his chest, and takes her in his arms...comfortably...
A:-Now! don't say anything! just watch silently!
K:-okey! (pooty face)
their eyes are observing the screen...Khushi wasn't interested on the match but on how she will make the concentration of her man on her and not on that stupid match...she tries to understand what makes her arnav excited just by watching this...and now, sad, because his team is losing...he was so pissed off...she introduces her hand inside his t-shirt...touching his bare chest...he holds her hand above the cloth...
-Khushi...please!
-what? I'm silent!
he let off her hand and the match is getting more interested, he decided to let her do whatever she want...she knew that in that step of the match nothing will win his attention...that's why...she has another idea to make him lose his concentration...
she changes her position and sits on his lap...her legs on the sofa...
K:-it's ok if I sit here?
-yeh!...why you're asking? you did it already Khushi!
Khushi smiled amused and Arnav keeps watching…
-what's the name of that football player, Arnav?
-which one?
-the one who has such muscular legs? ...
he keeps silent...
-the handsome one...Arnav! see...yes! the one who's trying g...
that's it!
Khushi was the one who scored the goal...
his angry eyes on her, makes her stop talking now...
-what?...repeat it!...
-Arnav!
-what Arnav?...I said repeat what you just said!
she poses a peck on his lips...
angry!
second peck!
still angry!
another one!
so much angry!
 kisses all over his face and neck
Kh:-Arnav, I was just kidding!...no one is handsome but you...understood?
she tries to make him look at her but he won't...
Kh:-I'm not even watching, ok?...I wanted just to tease you...
Khushi takes off her shirt...and he can see now her black, sexy, lacy bra...but he takes a brief look and then, looks at the other side...
-look at me! please!
-I'm your husband and you're looking at the others muscular legs?
-No! I was just...I wanted you to be jealous!
-what?
-I know that your love to me can decrease, now, that I'm not sexy for you anymore!
-what?...please, stop this nonsense!
-look! I'm almost naked before you and you're not even looking at me!...and a football match can take all your attention that you order me to not touch you and to not talk with you!
-Khushi! really?...I'm always like this when I watch a match...but wait...only yesterday, Khushi...only yesterday...what I was just trying to do, with you...I wanted you so badly and I was just...like a fool but you know why I stopped!
-yah!
-I only stopped because Armaan has wake up...
-mmm...
-Khushi, I want you the same way...like it was the first time...I can't get enough!
-really?
-you're asking?
-I'm...
-you're so sexy...and you know that!
he starts touching all around the limits of her bra...
-so damn sexy!
he leaned to kiss the soft skin of her cleavage...
-Arnav?...and the match?
-to the hell!
-Arnav...no...watch your match!...
-shhh...
-please...
he stops kissing her and takes off his t-shirt...
-I'm goanna show you who has the best muscles here!
she starts touching his chest...and he keeps looking at her...satisfied now...because he could see in her eyes that he was the most handsome man in this world…
Ar:-all that was a plan to make me stop watching?
-mmm yes!
-crazy!
-I'm!
-come here!
he holds her chin and takes her lips in his...dominating her mouth...fighting to that he takes it all...devouring her rosy lips...as soft as honey...as delicious as the sweet strawberries...he was in hurry...to make her scream under his kiss...he bits her...
-ouch! Arnav...slow...Armaan is not here, we don't have to be in a hurry...(she giggled)
-don't want you to say anything...I just want you to tell me how much you like what I'm doing to you...
-I like it (he kissed and licked her lips like a mad) ...Oh my God!...so much...so much...HUG ME!
he hugs her...and then makes her lay in the sofa...
-no...not here, Arnav...in the bed will be..
-shhh...
-Ar…arnav…
he kisses her...taking off all their clothes...throwing them…all over the living room…
End of flashback…
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-Ar…Arnav?
Khushi opened her eyes and finds that Arnav was there…staring at her…his brown dark eyes…she could see some softness, in them…but all confused …she gets up…
unfaithful!
Inside her mind…
This was the only word…she can hear…
Unfaithful …her heart can't believe…can't believe….even if her mind is sure…
 every beat, her heart could beat…remind her his love…
Confused because she can't …can't imagine that…his lover could even think of another woman than her…he's hers and only hers…he promised that…and Arnav Singh Raizada can't break his promises…
And just by looking at him…now…she was about to hug him…but the sound on her mind had just stop her at the last time…she can't…
Arnav looking at her…he's also confused…inside of them, many emotions are there and their love, as vulnerable as a butterfly, was fighting…as much as they can…
Suddenly, Arnav took her, in his arms…
He carries her, upstairs…in Armaan's room…
Khushi was fighting at first, pushing him…his sudden gesture has scared her…the fact that he can carry her to their bedroom… the most hated room, according to her now, because another one was there with him…she starts crying, helplessly….but…when she saw, he was carrying her to Armaan's room… she felt revealed…Arnav poses her in the bed …
He doesn't know why he did that…but he felt like doing that…he remembered when she was pregnant, first time and when he used to carry her…when he used to pose her in the bed and kiss her tummy…it was their ritual…whenever, he came back from the work…
Khushi was surprised of his act; she doesn't know what's happening? She doesn't know that Arnav knows about the baby…still…because Payal couldn't come to tell her about her meeting with Arnav, Payal received a call from her work and she was obliged to go straight at the company , she called Khushi to tell her about Arnav but khushi's phone was in silent mood and Khushi was sleeping…
Arnav keeps looking at her…
-where's Armaan?
-….
When he felt she won't answer him, he calls HP…he told him that Armaan was with Anjeli…:
-Go with the driver and bring him, immediately!
-ye…s Arnav bhai!
When HP left…Arnav looks at Khushi again and left the room, too…
The place where Arnav could find some peace is the poolside…there, he could find his plants…and gardening with Armaan is the most needed thing to do, In a hard moment like that…he waits for his son, there…
When he could hear his little voice…calling him…Arnav felt, suddenly that everything is goanna be alright…
-buddy! I'm just here, come!
Armaan approaches his father and hugs him…Arnav leaned to hug him back…
-come, let's have some fun!
Arnav and Armaan spend all the afternoon taking care of the plants…
Arnav:-now, enough! Time to eat something! You're hungry?
-yeh!
Arnav holds his son's hand and goes straight to the kitchen…
-Arnaf…kusi still sleeping??…she too is hungry, I know she can't eat anything without me!
Arnav, all silent, he tends a glass full of milk and plate with cookies to his son…
Armaan brings the plate towards him, with his little hands and looks at it:
-this for me and for Kusi?...sh prefers milk and jalebi!
Arnav can't ignores his son's request…he fulfill another glass of milk and adds to the plate of cookies some pieces of jalebi…
-here you are!
-want to eat with Kusi!
-I know that!...HP helps him bring the plate to Armaan's room!
-Arnaf…you come with me!
-No…Armaan , you go, son, I will come, later…
-please…please, come with me…na…Arnaf!
Armaan holds his father's hand and pushed him to the stairs …
-come! Come Arnaf…promise will give you some of my cookies…
Arnav and Armaan enter the room where Khushi is still sleeping…Arnav knows very well that when Khushi is pregnant, she has the habitude to sleep very much…and also to eat with such big appetite…
He saw her smile when she saw Armaan and then when she saw him…that smile vanished…but he was holding the plate with the jalebi and he noticed that she can't hide another reserved smile when she saw it…Armaan asks his father to put the plate on the bed…
Arnav puts it there and pulled back to saw the most innocent and pure happiest moment ever…when Armaan dropped the cookies in his milk and with his little hands, fed his mother…and when both of them enjoyed their snack…inviting themselves to eat…
-hero …no…it's your turn! …eat it!
-Kusi…first…drink milk…
-ok, fine but you too…you will finish your cup!
-okey!... Arnaf wanted cookies too…come Arnaf…come…
-No…buddy, you eat …I'm fine!
Armaan…like an angel…so sweet and cute…again, runs to his father and makes him approach the bed…he gives a piece of cookies…when Khushi almost yelled:
-NO!...Armaan…he shouldn't eat that!
Arnav looks at her…again, he doesn't know how to react…how to fight all that…that…that…love…he doesn't understand and was in dilemma …
First, the truth, that he heard three months back…
Second, the reality, what his heart and eyes and soul was sawing…moments like this…when he can see the anxiety in her eyes…when she still worried about his health…
He was like that when he saw Armaan tending his glass of milk to him…holding it with both his hands:
-sorry Arnaf…maaf kar j…
-shhh
-you have the milk…me the cookies…
-you're so sweet! Come here!
Arnav picked up his son…he kisses his cheek with so much love…
Armaan:-Arnaf?
Arnav:-yeh?
Armaan:-I know…you're angry…but you know…my birthday will come soon…nani told me so…
Arnav:-yes! You're right…your birthday is soon!
Khushi:-next week!...it will be Saturday!
Arnav smiles to his son…
Arnav:-so soon, my little son will become a man!
Armaan:-no! I'm a man!
Arnav:-yes! You are! Sorry, sorry…you will have 4years old! (Arnav said proudly)
Armaan:-Now, you're not angry?
Arnav:-of course not!
Armaan:-yeeey…so, Kusi will never cry again…