Branded: Chapter 3

A FF collaboration between myself (Mishty Shah) and Mrinalini!

I will be updating on blog, while a thread has been opened on IF as well. 

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Yes, Arnav does not remember Khushi's face and neither does Khushi know Arnav's face. They will be both working together, without realizing that what happened that night. There will be more clarification in Chapter 4 as to how fate played it role.

We hope you like this story.

~ Love Mishty & Mrinalini ~

Chapter 3

It was a Sunday, so he was fairly relaxed. He decided to check his schedule, but it was all over the place. This was why he needed a secretary to take care of all of this.

Why did I fire the last one? He asked himself this question, probably because she spent too much time looking at him. He made a quick call to Aman.

“Aman! What time is the interview for the secretary’s post?” he commanded.

“Tomorrow morning at 9 ASR!” came the reply.

“Okay! I don’t wanna take all interviews so shortlist the best and only those few can come in for the final round with me!” he ordered.

“Okay ASR! Will be done! Anything else?” asked Aman.

“Yeah! Make sure the secretary is not like the previous ones! I want one with brains who can manage with my work load!” he said.

“Yes ASR!” he said and Arnav cut the call.

His Sunday was spent lazing around. He stayed at home relaxing knowing that the coming week was going to be extremely busy and would tire him too much.

~~~

Khushi was busy preparing for her interview at AR. She read through a few book, prepped up questioning her reflection in the mirror with confidence and answering with the same amount of confidence. She felt better thinking about the interview though she hadn’t forgotten about the night yet, she tried her best to drift her mind off it.

Every time her mind went blank, the memories of that night would flash in front of her eyes. She clenched her fists every time it happened to regain her confidence and then continued prepping up for the interview.

She stayed at home all day not feeling up to the mark to step out of home. Finally at night, she changed into her night shirt and loose pyjamas and slipped into her warm duvet and drifted off into deep slumber praying for a fresh start the next day.

~~~

Next Day, Khushi woke up early and went for a jog to rejuvenate herself. She took continuous rounds of the jogger’s park.

“Just be confident Khushi! Everything will be alright!” she assured herself and made her way to the nearby bench. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

She suddenly heard a voice, “Water?” she opened her eyes and found a young guy of her age offering her a bottle of water.

“No thanks!” she replied curtly and quickly jogged out of the park.

She had a quick shower and dressed up into formals. She made her way down for breakfast.

“Good Morning Dad!” she greeted cheerfully.

“Morning beta! All ready for the interview?” asked Mr. Gupta.

“Yes Dad!” she confirmed and got on with gobbling her breakfast as quick as possible in turn not getting late for the scheduled interview.

She finished and got up, “Bye Dad! I’m taking the car today!” she said in a hurry, dropping a kiss on her Dad’s cheek and she ran out taking the keys of the car.

She zoomed off in her car and reached AR by 8.45am. She walked through the lobby to the reception.

“Good Morning! I have an interview scheduled for today!” she said to the receptionist.

“Please have a seat. ASR has not yet arrived!” informed the receptionist.

Khushi smiled and sat in the lobby flipping through her file with a confident smile adorning her face.

A man walked in called for all the candidates one by one for the interview to his cabin. Finally it was Khushi’s turn. She walked to the door and knocked.

“May I come in Sir?” she asked confidently.

“Yes!” came a reply.

She went in and she heard him tell her to have a seat. She handed over her file to him.

“Oh! Miss Gupta!” he greeted cheerfully.

“Do you know me?” she asked point blank.

“Yeah, Mr. Gupta had informed me that you wanted to come for the interview!” he replied.

Khushi nodded.

“By the way I’m Aman Mathur! ASR’s right hand man!” he said with a smile.

“Khushi Gupta!” she replied with a smile.

“So why do you want to work here when you have your Dad’s Company to head?” asked Aman with a raised eyebrow.

“I need to be independent and plus I need experience to run my own company! And if I work in our company, I will be treated as a higher authority which I do not want at all!” she replied genuinely.

“Nice!” he said impressed by her truthful answer.

Khushi smiled.

“So Miss Gupta, I guess you need to be around for the second round of interview with ASR!” he said.

“Thank you so much Mr. Mathur!” she replied.

“Please call me Aman!” he said.

“Then it’s Khushi for you!” she replied and made her way out of his cabin.

~~~

Arnav got up and got ready in his three piece suit and made his way to work after grabbing a glass of juice. He walked into the main door with his shades on and walked up directly into his cabin not paying a heed to anyone.

He quickly called Aman into his cabin.

“How many candidates are eligible?” asked Arnav.

“ASR! There is Miss Gupta, daughter of Mr. Gupta. She is here for an interview and she is the only one worth it! I personally felt all the other were only interested in ogling at you!” replied Aman as a matter of fact-ly.

Arnav smirked as Aman continued, “She wants to work her because she wants to be treated as a normal person and also wants to gain some experience!”

“Send her in!” he commanded.

Aman nodded and went into the lobby to send Khushi into ASR’s cabin. Soon Arnav heard a knock on his cabin door.

“Come in!” he called out.

Khushi walked in confidently with a smile adorning her face.

Arnav looked up at the gorgeous girl walking into his cabin wearing formals and a confident smile. The formal suit was making her look too gorgeous. Her milky white complexion, the deep red lipstick and the petite waist; He just could not take his eyes off her when his thoughts were broken by her clearing her throat.

“Good Morning Mr. Raizada!” she greeted.

“Finally I’m meeting you Miss Gupta. I was to meet you the day before at the party but got too busy with friends and clients!” said Arnav.

Khushi drifted into the memories of that night but then regained confidence and nodded with a smile.

“Aman told me why you want to work with AR, but are you sure you want to work as my PA? This post is not eligible for you! You deserve something higher!” he said stating the obvious facts.

“That does not matter Mr. Raizada. It’s all about gaining self confidence and becoming more independent. In fact that is the sole reason! If i were to work in Dad’s company, they would probably treat me like her royal highness!” she replied with a slight smirk.

Arnav grinned, “Alright Miss Gupta! You can start work from today! You can talk to Aman. He will brief you with your work!” he said.

“Thank you Mr. Raizada!” she replied.

“You can call me ASR!” he said.

“Okay ASR!” she smiled and walked out of his cabin to meet Aman.

Coerced Alliance: Chapter 29

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It has been a long time since I updated my favorite FF, so here is an update. I can't wait to start Season 2, but that will be after June 19th. I may post Prologue before hand, with Chapter 1. I will see.

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Love Mishty

Chapter 29

The car came to a slow stop, outside Khushi’s college. Khushi looked at Arnav with a smile, on her face. She looked at him with admiration. Arnav glanced at her in awe. They had both come a far away, since their Coerced Alliance.

We are here Khushi, said Arnav.

Hmm, why don’t you come in? I want to introduce you to my friends, said Khushi.

They know about the marriage? asked Arnav, in shock.

Actually, a girl named Simran saw us in Italy, they thought that you were my boyfriend, and to clear up that misunderstanding, I had to tell them the truth, explained Khushi.

Oh, okay then, let’s go! said Arnav.

Umm, I haven’t mentioned your name yet. Well, Nani told me that it has to be a secret, said Khushi.

Hmm, okay. It doesn’t matter, they are your friends. We can tell them. I am sure they are dying to meet me, said Arnav while smirking. Khushi looked at him, while nodding her head.

Both of them stepped out of the car. Arnav slid his aviators, behind his ears, covering his eyes, from the bright sun. Khushi looked up in admiration. Everyone inside the college, stopped what they were doing. All they saw was Arnav Singh Raizada striding in with some plain Jane. Girls just stood there shocked out of their wits. The principal soon came out listening to the dead silence, when he saw ASR approaching.

Everyone, get back to your classes, RIGHT NOW! shouted the Principal. Most of the students ran away hearing the loud voice, and not wanting to get into trouble.

Sorry, ASR about this. How can I help you? asked the Principal in uttermost sincerity.

Its okay, Mr. Sharma, I just came to drop my wife, said Arnav.

Your wife? gasped the principal. He looked at Khushi. Arnav turned to Khushi as well, placing a hand on her waist.

Meet my wife, Mrs. Khushi Arnav Singh Raizada! said Arnav, with pride.

I didn’t know. I am so sorry. Hello Mrs. Raizada, said the Principal.

Sir, I am your student, you can still call me Khushi. We wanted to keep it a secret sir, because of the media, and I didn’t want to be treated differently, said Khushi.

Hmm, okay. I will make sure no-one finds out. Anyway, today is your last day in College, so enjoy. If you need anything ASR, then please inform us. We are really thankful that you fund this Institution and take on graduates from our college, said the Principal.

Don’t be. They are talented Individuals, I would know because my wife is one of them. Okay, we will see you later! said Arnav. The Principal took that as a sign to leave. He greeted them again, and left them alone.

Arnav looked at khushi.

So, where can we find your friends? said Arnav.

They are probably in the canteen, we will find them there, said Khushi.

Okay, then let’s go! said Arnav.

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They walked in together into the canteen. It was the last day of college, so for Khushi and Khushi’s friends, they had no classes, where as all the other years had classes. It was a nice day, so most people were spending it outside, however NK, Lavanya, Riya and Arjun were sitting in the canteen for privacy.

They were just chilling out together, having some snacks, while catching up with each other. They all saw Khushi coming, with a man beside her, holding her waist. A man, who they instantly recognised.

Lavanya’s eyes popped out, while Riya started coughing. NK fell off his chair, while Arjun still sat there, looking as calm as he was before.

Khushi came to their table and smiled at them.

Hey, Guys. Let me introduce you to my husband –

Arnav Singh Raizada, nice to meet you, Arnav said with a smirk, interrupting Khushi with a dashing smile and squeeze at her waist. Lavanya almost fainted. The most eligible bachelor is married, that to their best friend. Riya smiled at her Jiju, while NK was ecstatic for his friend.

Arjun got up and shook hands with him.

Nice to meet you too, please join us, said Arjun. Arnav & Khushi both sat down.

I am Arjun, this is Riya, NK and Lavanya! said Arjun.

Nice to meet you all, said Arnav in return.

Wow, you are our Jeeju! Said Riya.

Yes, my saali! Replied Arnav sweetly. Khushi smiled while looking up at him.

Khushi, I can’t believe you would hide him from us! said Lavanya with mock anger.

Oh come on my saali’s, it’s not my dear wife’s fault. I told her not to tell you because of the media, said Arnav.

The media? Asked Arjun.

If the media found out that Khushi was studying in the his college, then they would not leave her, said Arnav carefully.

We actually haven’t announced to the world yet, that we are married, well not officially anyway, because Khushi wants to finish her education first, said Arnav.

AWWWW....that is so cute! I hope I get a husband like you! Do you have any brothers? asked Lavanya hopefully, while everyone else laughed.

Yes, I do! Unfortunately he is married, tum pehle nahi mili na! Said Arnav.

Hmm! Said Lavanya.

They sat down and talked for hours, getting to know each other in detail.

Okay, we have to go now, but you must come two days later to our house, I am sure the rest of our family is dying to meet you, said Arnav.

Sure, said NK.

We will be there.

Okay everyone we will talk to you later, bye! said Khushi.

Arnav and Khushi both left towards home.

Precap: Pyaar ka Ishar

Branded: Chapter 2

A FF collaboration between myself (Mishty Shah) and Mrinalini!

I will be updating on blog, while a thread has been opened on IF as well. 

Please shower us with your love!

Writer's Comments

Thank you for the overwhelming response and such appreciative comments! Please keep them coming, we read all the comments.

We would just like to clarify to all our readers that Khushi was not raped by Arnav. She was touched, and she probably feels violated, but she still is a virgin. Being touched by a stranger can be traumatic, and can change the way someone behaves.

We hope you like this story.

~ Love Mishty & Mrinalini ~

Chapter 2

Khushi woke up with a clear goal in her mind. She knew whatever happened yesterday was not right, and the man was clearly not in his senses, however it should have not happened to her or any other girl for that matter. She needed to get revenge from the man, who destroyed her purity. 

Since she had woken up, she had tried to get rid of his touch from her body. She went into the shower, and turned on the cold water. As the water cascaded down her body, she grabbed a sponge and squeezed the soap into the sponge. She rubbed the sponge against her naked body, harshly, trying to erase his touch from her body. She felt unclean. 

However much she cleaned, that touch could not be forgotten. Finally her knees weak, she slid down the shower wall and sat down, while the water flowing from above drenched her. She didn’t know how long she sat there, staring into oblivion. Her fingers were wrinkled. 

She was branded with his touch. 

Suddenly there was a harsh knocking on the door; the maid had come to find her. She suddenly jerked up and looked at the door. She followed her instincts, she replied as if everything was normal. She couldn’t let anyone find out; otherwise her reputation would be ruined. Her father was a well-known businessman. Respect and Reputation had meant everything to him. In a society where the family name was very prestigious, it would be a big crime to let her secret out. The socialites of Delhi would make this a page 3 story, which would affect her father’s business. 

Her father had meant everything to her since a young age. He had looked after her, from the age of 5, when her mother died from brain tumour. She couldn’t remember he mother, but her father had always told her that she was as beautiful as her. Only if fate had not been against them, then maybe she would be still here. 

Khushi Gupta had never missed her mum so much, as much as she missed her now. She needed someone to share all her troubles. Her heart was getting heavier with all these thoughts. She didn’t want to fight alone, but she knew that she couldn’t involve anyone else too, because if this news spread, then it would destroy them. 

Her father couldn’t know either because he would get her married to someone as soon as possible. She knew how much he loved her, but he would want her to settle quickly before anyone else found out. She couldn’t let this happen. 

It had been her childhood dream to become independent, like her father, rising to all the challenges in life. She wanted to show the world that she was capable to do something in life, rather than just to enjoy the luxuries that her father had given her. If she wanted to make her dream come true, then she would have to keep this to herself. With that thought, she grabbed the nearest towel, and wrapped it around her cold body. She had a clear goal in her mind. She stepped outside the bathroom, and quickly got dressed. 

She left her room and walked straight into her dad’s office. Her father was on the phone and he told her to wait, silently. She grabbed a chair in front of the desk, and sat down, waiting patiently for him to finish the conversation. 

Soon he was finished, and he looked at his daughter. 

“Good Morning beta how was your sleep? You came back early last night!” said her father. 

“Yes dad, I was really tired,” said Khushi. 

“Did you enjoy the party? I know that I took you forcefully, but you are 22 and you really need to start attending these parties. I never forced you before, but I think you need to meet some people from the business world,” said her father. 

“Yes dad, you are right. I need to get out more. That is why I have decided that I should start working, it would give my career a boost,” said Khushi. 

“That’s brilliant beta, you could work in the office!” squealed her father with pride. 

“Wait, Dad no! I mean I want to work, but not for our company. I want to do something for myself for once, without being just given to me. I need to do this myself please, dad!” said Khushi. 

“Why do you want to work for someone else when we have a big company ourselves? At some point this company will be yours to run!” said her dad, impatiently. 

“I know dad, when the time comes. However, I need some experience right now. I know if I come to work in our company, I will be treated as a higher authority, and I want to be treated normally. Please dad, a year in another company is all I am asking for,” said Khushi, with a sigh. She looked at her father with anticipation and eagerness. She could tell that he was currently analysing her words in great depth. 

“I am not happy about this, but since you want this so badly, I will agree! Have you decided where you want to apply?” asked her father. 

“I haven’t looked yet!” said Khushi. 

“Okay, there is an opening in AR for a secretarial post. I know the CEO of AR very well, a talented young boy, graduated from Harvard. I know that interviews are currently being held. I can only recommend you so that you will be offered an interview; the rest is up to you,” said her father. 

“Thanks dad, I love you so much!” said Khushi, as she got up from her chair and hugged him in glee. She knew that her father would understand. He may be slightly strict, but he loves her. He smiled at her. 

“I love you too,” said her father. He texted someone, and soon his phone beeped. 

“Bingo, the interview is at sharp 9.00 am at AR, tomorrow. I spoke to Aman, he is ASR’s right hand man, and he will make sure that your name is down for selection. All the best! You are a Gupta, remember that and we never lose!” said her father, kissing her on her forehead. 

“I will remember that dad!” replied Khushi. 

Khushi left the room, feeling gleeful. At least now she could work. She went to her room and began prepping for her interview at AR. 

The morning sun had risen to the highest point in the blue sky. The humming birds were chirping gleefully while the frogs were hopping in between the Lily pads. The sycamore tree was swaying in light, gentle, mid-summer breeze. Although the morning was bright, the atmosphere was dull. Like a heavy storm had just passed. 

Arnav Singh Raizada opened his eyes. His vision was hazy. He was woken up from his dream. The dream where he was kissing, a girl. Her soft, white skin. Her soft red lips. She was an angel. He wondered where he could find someone like her, probably didn’t even exist. In the dream, he couldn’t see her face though. He could only feel and smell. Her rosy scent. 

Great Arnav Singh Raizada is now making up women in his mind. Grow up ASR, he thought. 

He came out of his thoughts and looked around and saw that he was sleeping outside by the sycamore tree. His head felt heavy. He couldn’t remember much, from yesterday. The hangover was bad. He slowly got up, holding his head in pain. He tried to remember, what had happened. He was out with his friends and was drinking. He probably had too much to drink and passed out, while his friends decided to leave him there. 

He began walking back to the mansion. He had given holidays to all the staff for today. He didn’t want any hassle, however now it looked like a bad idea. He strode into his bedroom and decided to have a hot shower, easing his muscles. 

He came out of the shower and decided to make some green tea, to reduce the hangover. It was a Sunday, so he was fairly relaxed. He decided to check his schedule, but it was all over the place. This was why he needed a secretary to take care of all of this. 

Why did I fire the last one? He asked himself this question, probably because she spent too much time looking at him.