© Lucky
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"Aah!" hearing her cry of
pain he looked beside him, at her, his eyes oozing with the concern and panic
he's feeling. She clutched her right arm to her side her eyes tightly closed
hissing now and then at the pain. He felt bad, really bad seeing her in this state.
His gaze shifted back to the road and
again went back to her to see her dishelved state. Her blue chudidar
is torn at sleeves and also the golden hem of her kurti
is hanging loose. They only increased his guilt. Her hair,
always neatly made, now looked disturbed just like him. Tendrils coming
loose from her neatly pinned hair, that always used to make him fall
into a trance, are now only making him feel bad more.
For the first time in his life, he
realized, he cursed himself for becoming the ASR he is today. He never
felt the regret of becoming the ruthless man he is, up until now seeing
how she's suffering because of him. Only because of HIM.
"Arnav-ji, I'm fine." she
assured him with a failed attempt at smile. Her arm pained again and
she bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from yelping out
in pain. "Yeh toh kuch nehi hain. Everything will be good," she said
being as cheerful as she can act while he could only blink at her. She
gazed away from him trying to focus on things outside.
What is this girl made of? He can only wonder as his insides churned at the sight of
her almost invisible trail of her tears. Why does he always have to do
it? Hurt her every time, intentionally or unintentionally?
She looked away from him as soon as
she talked to him. She still don't know the status of their relationship and
she cared less right now. She's been feeling his eyes on her every time she let
out a yelp in pain. But she kept quite. For one, the pain was too
unbearable to at least talk to him. Two being that she herself didn't know
what to talk?
Khushi Kumari Gupta...Singh Raizada,
she smiled wryly at the addition to her name, had never been at loss of words.
She's been credited as a word flow and she isn't sankadevi for nothing. But now
she just felt tongue tied. What is she to talk?
Her eyes welled up remembering the
state she has seen Arnav in. He's been through hell. She saw him unconscious in
their hands and could only imagine what they would have done to him. As she
noticed the bruises and blood on him before she could only take it so much. He
may not love her, nor accept her as even a chit of being, but he's still the
one who bears her heart, for whom her heart beats. Her one and only Arnav-ji.
Imagining his pain only made her cry
more as she silently sobbed, foolishly thinking she can get away unnoticed, with
crying, from his eagle eyes.
"Aise kyun hota hain Arnav-ji?
Jab aap hamare paas hote hain toh hamare dhadkane teez hone lagte hain?"
"Kyunki, hamari dhadkane ek
hojate hain."
She smiled faintly remembering their
secret time on Holi at their poolside, the place bearing so many memories for
both of them. He may think she forgot. Or he may not even remember it
himself? But only she knew how much those words meant to her. Even though she
know they are not, the words as they flowed out of her Arnav-ji's
mouth, they all felt real. Like he's saying those words from his heart not
from his mind like normally ASR does. Shaking her head wistfully at her
disappointing fate she looked at her surroundings and understood they're
nearing Shantivan.
If only she could go back to a safe
place with her Arnav-ji, a safe cocoon where there would not be that vile
man around.
He though kept looking before him at
the road, he didn't miss the fleeting emotions on her face. And definitely
didn't imagine the small smile that made its way on her lips making him sigh,
but for only a moment. Then she was back to her fell face again. He wondered
what had she been thinking for the cause of that smile.
"Khushi, ghar aagayi," he
said softly seeing her still in thoughts. Though it's been days he has seen any
of his family members except for Khushi, he now just missed his old Khushi. His
pagal Khushi.
Seeing her visibly shudder at the
sight of Shantivan made him frown. Taking her hand into his, he gave it a
squeeze in assurance and already deciding to have a talk with her. He have to
know what's been happening in the house in his absence. And also he should soon
find out who the person is behind his kidnapping. No one is going to get away
keeping ASR in hold and hurting his wife. Yes, HIS wife.
Looking at his eyes, fervently in a
need for assurance, she sighed. Yes, her Arnav-ji will be with her. Maybe not
for long, but still in this step of confrontation he's going to be with her.
And that's what Khushi has been needing as she got down the jeep her hand
slipping out of his warmth that she already started missing.
As they made their way to the main
door Khushi's mind has been struggling between every possible alternative of
solution. Decisions, decisions, decisions.
Should I tell him that the kidnapper
is Shyam-ji or not? If I tell him, will he believe me or not? If he believes,
will he be able to do anything or not? Di...what will Di feel? But in all this
Shyam can't get away as easily as he think, can he?
Her head started pounding with all
the questions and didn't even realize they reached the door. Not until Arnav
held her hand in his firmly did she come out of her thoughts and looked before
her to come face-to-face with the door. And then she knew what to do. Softly,
yet firmly, she tugged at his hand to grab his attention which is on the door
and probably his mind with questions about his family.
"Anrva-ji, I have to tell you
something." she don't know what it is, the seriousness in her voice or the
desperation in her eyes or her clammy hands, but he turned around now his
attention solely on Khushi's words.
Even he felt her inside struggles through
her eyes. And he planned on knowing too. What more than Khushi herself wanting
to speak?
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Pushing open the door he crossed the
threshold and walked into his house with Khushi following his tow holding his
hand. He looked like a predator, his every step purposeful and determinant.
Even she feared the rage she witnessed in his eyes when she told him about
Shyam. But she's confused if it was on her like always or on Shyam.
Raizada Parivar were still fussing
over their ideal damaad who has come home a while before with bruise on
his head. His wound is being cleaned by Anjali who had tears in her eyes while
Shyam cared less about the people around him. All his thoughts were on his
failed attempt of Arnav's Murder and Khushi's nerve to sneak behind
him to save that Raizada.
"Arnav bitwa," Manorama
Maami's voice brought them all to attention for a moment forgetting the fuss
about Shyam. They barely held back a gasp when they saw the couple entering the
house covered in bruises and blood.
All the members rushed towards them,
Payal instantly taking Khushi into her arms and checking at her to find any
other hidden wounds. While Arnav was being seen by all except Payal and Shyam,
who stood behind watching all this with a panic stricken face. Manorama and Nani
started to cry seeing their Arnav bitwa covered in blood while Anjali couldn't
take it anymore.
First it's her husband coming home
with blood. Now her brother, her chotte, who was supposed to be in London for
the deal he went to, is home after days, she forgot to count, bathed in blood
and bruises. And her Bhabi, Khushi-ji, how did she reach Arnav? And why is she
too wounded? Didn't she go out on some work? How come they're both here
like this?
Her mind swirled with questions sans
answers. The pressure she felt trying to understand everything around. She
looked beside her brother, at her Bhabi, who's now crying in her sisters arms and
felt her head spinning. And even before she knew what was happening she felt
her legs give away and was being lifted into air. She lost
her conscious.
"Di," with Khushi's cry
every one saw Anjali falling down and she was instantly cradled in the arms of
Khushi and Arnav before she hit the floor.
Shyam saw red seeing the family before him.
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