Part 2

Author's Note

Just to let you know, this story is about only one day of their life... just for some fun.. Hit like and comment if you laughing with the dialogues.. 

Part 2

"A Gift for You

Take Care of your Daughter

bas***d Raizada"

The beautiful pink angel in the pram began to cry while Khushi looked at her in awe.

Khushi: Aww.. she is sooo cute!

Seconds later, she turned her look towards Arnav as she heard a boom sound. She lowered her eyes and let a funny expression when she found him unconscious on the floor. Ignoring the fainted jerk, she brought her hands to the pram and picked the baby. And in her baby voice...

Khushi: Come here beautiful princess.. Why are you crying... Are you hungry?

She took the feeding bottle from the pram's pocket and jumped over Arnav's body on her way to her room.

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15 Minutes later

Arnav jerked up as Khushi showered him with cold water. He tried to remember what happen to him and turned his head around checking out the surroundings before breathing a sign of relief.

ASR: Thank God! It was just a dream..

Khushi: What?

Holding the stool as support, he stood on his feet.

ASR: it was weird.. a dream.. or better say a nightmare..

Khushi smirked and walked to her room while he continued on narrating his worst nightmare.

ASR: I opened the door and there was a baby on the door mat.. I swear I thought it was for real and... Aaa!

And he screamed like crazy as khushi stepped out of the room with the baby in her arms. He stayed frozen in shock till Khushi reached him, and forcefully put the cute baby girl in his arms.

Khushi: Take Care of Your Daughter..

bas***d Raizada!

His hands were trembling while he stared at the baby. Arnav's expression was like he was about to burst in tears and the baby giggled at him. Khushi heard her cute giggling and smirked.

Khushi: Wow ASR, finally you've done something good.. she is so cute!

As he held the baby in his hands as much as far from his chest, he turned to Khushi with a shocked face and stuttered..

ASR: Hoooww.. when.. who?

Khushi looked at him in disbelief before bursting out laughing. After a good laughing dose, she finally took her breath.

Khushi: One question at a time? confused man!

Arnav was like dumb.. one question at a time, how can she be so cool when he had thousands questions in his hand.. A baby! this was his most craziest nightmare.. Arnav Singh Raizada hated children.. they are irritating and loud.. As the thought crossed his mind and here it is..

( baby cries sound)

The baby started crying louder and louder. ASR panicked and ran to Khushi for help.. As Khushi saw this, she stepped back from the counter, and rushed from the other side to her room. Before closing the door, she peeped one and looked at a desperate Arnav. With a naughty smile she said in an arrogant tone...

Khushi: No ways Raizada.. this is your problem.. I'm not the mother!

She was almost closing the door when she suddenly stopped giving a hope to Arnav. Still standing behind the door, she showed him her thousand watt smile and said confidently..

Khushi: Question 1: How?

Better use a condom next time

Question 2: When?

Hmmm.. I leave it to u.. some calculations.. well she appeared to be barely 1 year.. so 1 year minus 9 monthss... hmmm.. you know what, just let me know later.. I'm poor at mathematics..

Question 3: Who?

She grinned mischievously and brought her forefinger on her chin taking a thinking pose.

Khushi: Camilla, Angela, Rosalia, Maria, or Natalia... oh god! and the other dozens of girl you've bed since the last two years.. Well tough time my boy! guess you'll have to wait for the baby to grow up.. she might remember who her mother is.

Arnav who was already tangled in her talks nodded and confusingly said..

ASR: Yeah kids have better memory.

Khushi let a silent laugh.

Khushi: Ok good luck.. my hot water tub is waiting for me..

His face dropped as she slammed the door on him.

~Precap~

ASR: Is there anything on my face?

She nodded and extended her arms ahead holding the baby..

Khushi: I'm talking about this, you unscrewed idiot!

He breathed a sign of relief.

ASR: Thank god.. I thought something happened to my gorgeous face..

.

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Khushi: Are you freaking insane? She's a baby.. she needs milk or baby food.

Part 1

Author's note

Ok Guys.. don't worry I'm not neglecting any of my stories.. started this one when I was moody. Wanted a one shot but couldn't find any could script so I ended up with this.. it's only 5 parts, and I've already wrote 3 of it.. each Part will be updated when I have a huge number of comments, especially on IF! So there's no prologue, no character sketch, no teasers.. Straight to the point.. and yeah there's no arshi romance, just some fun stuffs as they are just best friends in this story!

Two best friends living under the same roof... Arnav and Khushi! They had been sharing the same appartment since 2 years.While Khushi was an art director in an advertising company, Arnav was the photographer of the same company.. They both were living full on. Success.. adventure.. parties.. their lives were all fun.

Sunday 8.00 a.m.

In a sexy short and a large sweatshirt, Khushi was standing at the kitchen counter sipping her morning black coffee when a half-naked Arnav stepped out of his room. He walked to the counter wearing only his boxers and yawned loudly while Khushi nodded in exasperation at his lazy friend.. Arnav gave her his million dollar smile.

Arnav: Hey lazy bum... what's for breakfast, I'm starving?

Khushi let a sarcastic laugh.

Khushi: Ofcourse you are.. from what I've been hearing all night!

Arnav grimaced and frowned his eyebrows questioningly..

Arnav: What do you mean?

Khushi grinned mischievously.

Khushi: Yess..yesss.. oh yess arnie baby.. harder harder... harder arnie baby..

As she imitated the voice she had been listening all night, she burst out laughing.

Girl: What's the joke?

Khushi's laugh came to an end when Arnav's bed friend joined them into the kitchen. Arnav passed his arms around the girl's waist and pecked her lips while Khushi sat on the bar stool.

Arnav: Oh nothing babe.. just some morning gossips.. You got to reach home you said.. Come I'll show you the door..

Keeping the bimbo busy in his talks, he slowly dragged her to the door.

Arnav: Bye.. bye byeeee...

He continuously waved at her till the lift stopped at their floor and the girl entered the lift. As she was out of sight, he finally exclaimed..

Arnav: Don't come again!

He slammed the door and got back to the counter. He sat on the bar stool opposite Khushi while she spread jam on her toast. Arnav poured milk into his bowl of cornflakes and began munching his cereals. Khushi raised one eyebrow towards Arnav and smirked.

Khushi: What's the problem? She is not wild enough or too wild for you?

She got no answer except the loud noise of munched cornflakes and a sarcastic smirk. Seconds later, with his full mouth, he said..

ASR: She's been crying harder harder.. and after the night ended.. she wants to give a name to our relationship.. Gosh! Crazy woman.. Luckily I kicked her out, else won't take her long to talk about wedding and then kids.. yucksss..

He grimaced in disgust while Khushi giggled.

Khushi: Kids?? you as a father??

And she burst out laughing while Arnav growled irritatingly.

"Ting Tong"

Hearing the bell, he ignored the amused Khushi and went to open the door. He peeped out his head but appeared no one..

Arnav: Weird!

He turned around but stayed rooted on the spot. He turned back slowly and bent down sitting on his legs. His eyes were wide open and he lifted the envelope on the floor. He tore the envelope and read the letter in shock. At a time, he felt dizzy but composed himself and picked up the gift from the door mat. Closing the door, he reached the counter and placed the gift on it. Khushi's eyes popped out and she exclaimed..

Khushi: What the?

She looked towards a frightened Arnav.

Khushi: What's all this Arnav?

He turned towards her and gulped his breath.

Arnav: I... I ... Don't know.. This letter came with this.

Immediately she snatched the letter from his hands and read it out loud.

" A Gift for You

Take Care of Your Daughter...

Bastard Raizada"