#idoneit

I’m publishing my first ever Arshi FF to an audience of potentially 0 people :D Thank you @phati-sari for providing the best collection of fanfiction I’ve ever read! It provides inspiration to others (read: me) to try their hand at writing as well!

This fic takes place just before our favourite duo heads to Buaji’s during their fake marriage track - when Arnav has started temporarily forgetting their issues more and more frequently

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"Yeh lijiye aapke paise”, said Khushi, brandishing an assorted collection of currency notes in his general direction. She took in her husband’s nonplussed expression and offered further explanation – “Wo aapne jo hume Holi ke din 300 rupaiye diye the.. hum lauta rahe hain. Dabba service se jo munafa hua, humne socha sabse pehle udhaar chuka dein. Lijiye! Arre lijiye na.. Aapke hi paise hain”

When Arnav offered no reaction except to look utterly shocked, she took his hand in hers and gently placed the notes on his open palm. “Dhanyawad Arnav-ji”, she said softly before turning to leave, suddenly unaccountably shy under the intensity of his gaze. The role-reversed familiarity of the situation seemed to jolt him into action and he tugged on her withdrawing hand. “Aur interest ka kya?”, he asked in the low voice that always gave her goosebumps.

She turned to find him closer than she expected and was immediately mesmerized by his scent, his eyes, his towering personality.. She wasn’t sure whether time stood still at moments like these or her pounding heart made the seconds seem to stretch forever. Her world narrowed to the honey-caramel of his eyes as he stared intently at her, the heat of his skin as he ran his thumb over her knuckles, the heart-stopping half-smile he tilted in her direction, as the inches separating them seemed to shorten until they were a breath away from each other.

“In.. interest?”, she managed to stammer. “Haan. Poora udhar chukana hai na?” he whispered back. Khushi was rapidly losing her train of thought, not that it would have helped her make sense of his behavior. A sudden idea struck her and she glanced out of the open door and French windows; surely someone must have been watching to prompt her husband to behave thusly.

Their lack of audience threw her already scrambled thoughts in a tizzy and she turned back to him, hoping for…something.. only to find that he had already moved away. He glanced at the sofa, the side table, the pool, the doorframe - anywhere but at her – and then gave her a furious look before slamming her “repayment” on the table and stalking angrily past her and out of the room.