Khushi's REVENGE - Seduction of ASR begins here

(Thanks to Telefan for inspiration - this is the PG rated version
Edit - changed the title a bit to stay in tune with forum temperature, which is HOT due to latest spoilers!! )
Khushi - We will do the Happily Married couple act. You got it, Mr Raizada.
Out in the RM hallways
Khushi ' Arnav ji, wait!
Arnav stops mid-track on his way to the office. He turns around to look at her, trepidation and curiosity written all over his face. He notices Mami sitting in the living room, munching on a bowful of nuts, cashews, almonds and other dry fruits because she is keeping a Monday Fasting for the longevity and good health of her husband. If the excess calorie didn't kill her, she'd certainly kill Mamaji with her shenanigans, Arnav sneered.
The act must go on, he decides ruefully. Khushi comes skittering looking delicious in a red saree hanging dangerously low on her slim waist, with a bowl and spoon in her lissome hand. She halts a few inches from him, heaving bosoms and all that jazz, and says in a palpably loud voice, meant to be heard by anyone in the vicinity.
Khushi - Aap office ja rahe hain? (Are you going to the office?)
Arnav gets irritated at the obvious jab because she very well knows that's what he does every day at 8:30am.
But the terrace scene flashes through his mind, once more rearing its ugly head, and reminding him of his running saga of hurtful past, his solemn duty to his sister and his revenge on his BIL.
The act must go on.
He replies with barely concealed anger, yet smiling a fake smile, "Yes, dear, do you need anything?"
Khushi - Voh, I was thinking, if you could take me shopping in the evening. I really don't have any good change of clothes and...
Arnav - You can take the car, the driver will take you wherever you want.
Khushi - Nahi, voh, I wanted to go with you.
She flutters her eyelids in an obvious come-hither flirting. Arnav feels irritated beyond measure but notices mami watching them intently, her eyes bulging from their sockets, her mouth open with half bitten whitish mass of almonds waiting inside it for further action.
Arnav - Ok, be ready at 6:00
He turns to leave and khushi grabs his muscled forearms. Her coyness strikes a strong urge in him to grab her in his arms, bend her backwards and land a sensuous wet and full-mouthed kiss on her lips. Certainly, no one would object, least of all khushi and it will put up a good show for the old-hag.
But the terrace scene flashes through his mind, once more rearing its ugly head, and reminding him of his running saga of hurtful past, his solemn duty to his sister and his revenge on his BIL.
The thought of ravishing khushi crossed his mind many times and he felt it would sweeten the whole revenge thing even more, with a dash of spice as seasoning to his running saga of hurtful past, his solemn duty to his sister and his revenge on his BIL.
As soon as he thought of that, he felt a rude virtual slap on his face because India-Forums, which has a bunch of women accused of feminism and nari-mukti-andolan, like serialjunkie, would be idiotic enough to call his lovemaking a PIG. He shrugged that thought and turned to leave. Perhaps, if he had just bothered to ask serialjunkie whether lovemaking would be classified as a pig, then serialjunkie would have shook her head in a vehement NO and blessed Arnav with all her heart to go forward with his missionary err'.mission.
But the terrace scene flashes through his mind, once more rearing its ugly head, and reminding him of his running saga of hurtful past, his solemn duty to his sister and his revenge on his BIL.
Khushi - Boliya na Arnavji, You will accompany me right?
She said with all the sweetness of a new wife drawing her hapless new husband to her tempting web of nuptial bed. A few naked scenes and impossible kamasutra positions flash through Arnav's mind. But, once again, he thinks of India-Forums. He is accused of being a virgin by the forum, so he has to live up to those expectations as well. What do these women want? Arnav bristles at this thought - Do they want me to be a skillful lover who knows his moves or a bumbling school boy who is in such a hurry for his first time that he jumps the proverbial gun and misses the mark?
Arnav - Yes, I will be home to pick you up.
Khushi - ek minute Arnavji, I made sugar-free kheer for you, wont you taste it before you go? please taste this kheer na, meri jaan.
Arnav could not believe what he just heard. Meri Jaan! W*F! What was she trying to do? Seduce him right there on the front door of RM. Although he didn't mind doing the act right there, he did have that 9 am conference he must attend lest his business fail and god forbid, all his melodramatic female and insipid male relatives have to fend for themselves. Above all, his forum fans had already had a hissy fight online whether he is indeed a smart business man who is capable of smart decisions, so there were those wagging tongues who need to be shut. No, he could not do it with khushi, perhaps later tonite.
But the terrace scene flashes through his mind, once more rearing its ugly head, and reminding him of his running saga of hurtful past, his solemn duty to his sister and his revenge on his BIL.
Khushi leans up on her toes and kisses him smack on his lip, a light peck lewd enough for Raizada's and Star Plus's conservative sensibilities but really school-girlish compared to what Mallika Sherawat has been passing off as good whole-some family entertainment. She shoves a spoonful of Kheer into his mouth and quickly licks off a bit of drip on the corners of his mouth.
Khushi - Ab theek hai. (Thats better!)
His complete shock evident on his face, he sneaks a look to find the old-hag resume masticating but this time quite furiously, on the chow in her mouth. Arnav glares back at Khushi who is obviously enjoying his discomfiture and he sees playful mirth written all over her face. He melts for a second and feels a shot of jealousy of that errant lock of hair that tantalizingly caresses her right eye. Consumed by a strong desire to kiss her mouth, he leans forward and notices khushi close her eyes in anticipation.
But the terrace scene flashes through his mind, once more rearing its ugly head, and reminding him of his running saga of hurtful past, his solemn duty to his sister and his revenge on his BIL.
Arnav turns on his heels and dashes out of the door. A playful smile dances on khushi's face and she turns back to find mamiji who has fallen off the couch at the small PDA scene that just played out in front of her very own heavily-mascara-ed, excessively shadowed eyes. Khushi figures a passed-out mamiji is a good reprieve for her sister Payal. She skips back to the kitchen.
Khushi smiles to herself - Mr. Raizada, this was just Day One. If I don't break your resolve and your mighty Brahmacharya before the end of this month, I dare you to visit India Forums and find a bunch of irate, estrogen-ridden witches (like serialjunkie) who are ready to rip your clothes into shreds and do it without your consent. I'd be looking like an angel to you!