Chapter Five

"Khushi, I remember everything," Arnav repeated.

Khushi turned away as she snapped back to reality. "I don't know what-"

"Please cut the crap Khushi! I know that your baby is mine!"

"Arnav-"

"And I want responsibility in it."

Khushi looked at him in shock. "What?!"

"That's my baby. And I want it. So if you plan on aborting-"

"No! That's completely against my self moral."

"Good. And now, I want responsibility of my baby."

"Meaning?"

"I want you to move in with me."

"WHAT?!"

"Move in. With me."

"No! No, no, absolutely not!"

"Why not!"

"I'm not gonna leave my home for you! Who are you to me even-"

"I'm the father of your baby!"

Khushi flinched. There were some people in the hall who heard and turned. Shocked by the news, they quickly rushed back to class to gossip.

"Move into my home," Arnav said. "I want to make sure that my baby is healthy."

"Oh, so what are you trying to say? That I'm not healthy."

"Khushi-"

"This conversation is over. Im not moving in with you. The baby is just mine and I'm taking full responsibility for it. I don't want you involved, done. I'm going back to class."

Khushi turned on her heels and headed back to class. Arnav called out and followed her back. When they arrived back in the classroom, everyone turned and looked at them.

"Arnav is the father," all the students asked.

Khushi slumped and just looked at the class. She was definitely not going to be in peace this period. Nor was Arnav.

They walked inside and sat down in their seats. Lavanya and Sheetal just gaped at Khushi.

"OMG Khushi," Sheetal said. "Please tell me this is a joke!"

Khushi just ignored.

"Are you serious?! Arnav really is the father?!"

Arnav rolled his eyes. "Khushi-"

"No way though," Lavanya said, cutting Arnav off. "I mean you're Ms. Invisible and he's Mr. Ex-Bad Boy!"

Khushi looked away.

"Gee, aren't you nice," Payal said sarcastically.

Lavanya eyed her and Payal smiled back over-sweetly.

Arnav just rolled his eyes. "Khushi, can we please-"

"No Arnav," Khushi said, cutting him off. "I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"But we have to. So could you please move over here? That way those two won't intrude," he said, nodding his head at Lavanya and Sheetal.

"No."

"Khushi, I'm being nice. Please come over here."

"No."

"Khushi-"

"No."

Arnav rolled his eyes and grabbed her desk and dragged her over to him, surprising everyone else.

"Arnav-"

"Shh," he said, putting his finger to his lips. "Now I'm gonna talk."

Khushi just blinked once.

He sighed. "Look," he said lowly so only they heard, "I want responsibility for my kid. I want to take care of it and I wanna take care of you. I want to be responsible for my actions. So please Khushi, move in with me."

Khushi couldn't believe how he was owning up to it, but she shook her head. "No. I don't want you involved. I'll take care of the baby myself."

Arnav shut his eyes and exhaled sharply, as if he were keeping control of himself. "Khushi," he said as he opened his eyes, "I'm sure you haven't told your family about this."

Khushi looked at him wide eyed.

"And I bet they'd get mad."

Khushi thought of Ammijan. She'd probably throw me out, she said in her head.

"No," she gasped.

She looked at Arnav with wide eyes and he just looked at her. At that moment, the bell rang, and Khushi picked up her bag and move her seat back. She headed for the door, when Arnav went to her.

"Khushi-"

"Arnav please, I don't...."

She just left and didn't feel any good and ran to the bathroom to release her breakfast.