Why does Shyam have to be there? Because what's a story without a villain? ;) mwaha!
But always remember that I love my Arnav a bit too much ;).
Arnavs face immediately changed to one of shock as he stood frozen to the spot. Khushi on the other hand was in no mood to back down. "No YOU watch where you are going! Learn to be respective of the people around you Mr Arnav Singh Raizada! Just because you have a car doesn't mean you have a priority over pedestrians!" She was standing inches away from him now, her words searing through him one by one. Even after all of that consoling he failed to understand her. Her words took him back on to a route of nostalgia, his mind automatically reminisced on that fateful meeting many years ago and his heart warmed. He scrutinised her face as she continued to shout, her arms flying around. Something was wrong, he knew, he could read her like an open book. "Shh shh Khushi, what's wrong?" His husky voice broke through, as he slowly grabbed her arms and held them down, bringing her closer to himself in the process. She looked into his chocolate brown eyes her heart slowly melting in to them, they held the passion of so many years ago, she didn't know what to make of it. A crowd had gathered now, Khushi looked around not wanting to attract more attention. His eyes followed hers and understood her trepidation.
"What the fuck is wrong with people? Is there some sort of drama going on here?" He growled moving away from her. She immediately picked up the change in his tone how his eyes had instantly darkened, how the ASR within had resurfaced in a second. People quickly dispersed, noticing his threatening stance and a look which showed no defiance. He looked back at her, his features once again softening, confusing her even more. She had moved away now and was standing nearer her mother. He walked over slowly "I'm sorry," he whispered, even though he was only partly at fault, but Khushi seemed to constantly turn him back into the man he used to be. "Are you hurt? Do you want me to take you to a hospital?" He almost whispered his eyes displaying genuine concern.
Garima watched the young man incredulously, firstly Khushi knew him and now after all that shouting he was volunteering to take her to the hospital. There was a connection between the two, she could sense it and yet Khushi had never mentioned him before. She would have to investigate.
Khushi narrowed her eyes, still enraged. "No we can take care of ourselves thank you very much!" She shouted and grabbed Garimas hand, turning around to walk away. Arnav watched once more as she walked off, with not even so much as a glance backwards and it pained him, hurt his heart in the deepest of corners. He quickly strode back to his car and yanked the door open. He gunned the engine, fury rising up inside him and sped off much faster than before, almost disgusted at himself for loosing control over and over in front of her. He had went on for years learning to forget her, letting her go. Whatever took him away from her, he had done it all, but it had only took her a second to break all of that. All he seemed to be doing these days was re-learning how to not let her get to him but whenever she came in front of him all he wanted to do was have her back in his life. But every time she had walked away and his strength was failing.
He swerved into the car park, missing a wall by a bare few inches and slammed down his breaks. He was out of the car and in the office within a few seconds, he was up the stairs in a few strides and was shutting the door, needing to just take a deep breath and calm himself down when Lavanya crashed into him, trailing her hands around his neck. "What the?!" He growled regaining his balance. "I'm sorry ASR. I shouldn't have accused you so blindly. I'm sure you had a reason for whatever I saw yesterday." She moved back and smiled at him, looking into his eyes with an adoring passion. He watched her face, both angry and confused what was wrong with this woman? She looked at him for a few more seconds and then stepped back. "Sorry you look tired. You take some rest and I'll get someone to bring in your coffee," she smiled and walked away, leaving him to look on with even more confusion. Was he the only sane person on this planet?
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Khushi walked back home, still holding her mothers hand in a sort of daze at all of the events of that morning. Maybe she shouldn't have been so harsh with Arnav. Sure he had stepped out of the car screaming but on seeing her he had calmed down, behaved decently and even requested to take her mother to hospital. But her mind had been clouded by the decision of that morning, she hadn't been thinking straight and had possibly thrown that anger at the only person that she knew deep inside would not retaliate and that's exactly what had happened. He had not said one word back, let her go on and in return only asked her if she was okay. She scrunched her face as she processed this fact. Had he really moved on? Or was it all just a show? Was he still her Arnav?
"Khushiji, you are home. I was just about to go look for you" Shyams voice pierced through her thoughts, as he stood in front of her, that broad fake grin pasted on his face. She looked at his face, arching her eyebrows, he had been getting on her nerves since that morning. She didn't like him, too much sweet talk and they didn't even properly know who he was. Buaji had been adamant on letting him stay, but she did not like it one bit, he was odd in someway, there was something that wasn't right about him. "No there's no need to do that. I'm able to take care of myself," she responded annoyed. Irritation quickly flashed across Shyams face but he was quick to hide it, he smiled back, needing to win her over. "No no Khushi I asked him to go check, Shyam babua was just being nice and helpful," buaji cut in and Shyam felt thankful, that woman was really so easy to fool. Khushi glared at her buaji for a few seconds then stormed past them into her room. She didn't feel like she had the time or the patience to deal with them anymore. That morning buaji had suggested that it was time they looked for someone for Khushi to marry. Khushi had laughingly dismissed it, thinking it was something Buaji would speak about then quickly forget. But then she had walked past the kitchen and stopped abruptly on hearing her mother and buaji talk about her. She had overheard buaji telling Garima that Shyam would be a perfect choice, immediately worrying Khushi. Ever since, she had not been able to get those words out of her head.
She was pondering through too many things in her mind when Arnavs face came back to her, how her heart had let go looking into those deep brown eyes that still offered protection. A great sense of guilt took over her. She should not have shouted at him. Was it finally time to talk to him? Isn't that what he wanted? Why did she fear that thought so much? But then there was Lavanya, wasn't he going to get married soon? Why would she interfere? Hadn't he moved on.
"Khushi bitiya!" Buajis voice broke the silence, breaking her out of her reverie.
"Khushi bitiya there's a call for you!" Buaji scuttled into the room, holding the phone out. She took the phone slowly coming back to reality and put it to her ear as Buaji walked off.
"Hello?" There was silence at the other end of the phone. "Hello?" She repeated.
"Khushi?" Her eyes instantly widened and her heart thudded then started to beat faster than she had thought possible. "Khushi?" His husky voice broke through her flustered mind once more. "Khushi are you listening?" His voice was low, gentle but she could sense the apprehension in it. Her throat was dry, she wasn't able to form words.
He listened to her ragged breathing, his forehead creasing with worry. Had this really been the right decision? Should he have called her? "Khushi?" He tried again. "Hmm," she finally replied, slowing his fast heart beat by the smallest of fractions. He sighed with relief, closing his eyes for a brief second, trying to figure out how to proceed. The time had come, he could not put it off any longer. They needed to talk. "Khushi would I be able to meet you?"
She had anticipated the question and yet did not know how to reply. "Please?" He added and that one word melted her heart. Tears sprung to her eyes and trailed down her face. "Hmm," was all she was able to form once again, she was breaking down. "Thanks, tomorrow? AR? 1pm?" "Hmmm" and with that she cut the call off, knowing she couldn't hold the sobs in any longer. She hugged her phone to her chest, completely breaking down. She wanted him in her life again and her mind had never before faced such a dilemma...
Sabki prem kahaniyan
Dil ke bechainiyaan
Tu hi shuru karwaaye
Khud hi dil ka rog lagaye
Khud hi baitha roye
Naina re naina
Tujhese bura na koi...
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