TS-The Pain (Epilogue)

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EPILOUGE

Final Shot

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After 6 months:

"Saale Shaab, you'll never get what you want. Khushi-ji is mine and will always be. And if she isn't mine, then she will not be anyone's," Arnav heard Shyam but he just stood there tears running down his cheeks and his mouth slightly agape breathing in through his lips.

Suddenly Shyam pulled someone out of the dark keeping his hand around the person's neck a gun pointed to the forehead. Arnav gasped seeing the person's face in the dim light.

"Khushi," even he couldn't hear his voice. It was nothing but a soundless whisper.

Khushi stood numb with tears in her eyes, sobbing too quietly in the silence around. He wanted to pull her out of the leech's hands, but wasn't able to. If Arnav took a step forward to pull Khushi to himself, Shyam took a step back his lips curving more and more into a brute smirk. Arnav just shook his head negatively not able to find his voice through the big lump in his throat.

"Kyun saale saab? Afraid? Already?" he asked mockingly. "This is just nothing. When I pull this trigger...' he said pressing the finger on the trigger making Arnav let out a whimper. '...then you'll understand what the real fear is. You were very hell bent on taking my Khushi-ji away. So see this I'll take her away from you, now." Saying Shyam pulled the trigger the shot echoing in the silent barren land.

"KHUSHI!!" An ear-piercing scream is heard in his room as he opened his eyes sweating and breathing heavily. His hand involuntarily went to the place beside him and not finding anyone there, the tears that dried earlier became moist again with fresh tears.

"Khushi, Khushi," he whimpered breathing heavily as he hurriedly stepped out of his bed from under the covers his body shivering with fright and dread.

It's a night mare, just a bad dream. Night mare! He kept chanting but his heart wouldn't calm down until he will see her with his own eyes and assure himself.

He pushed open the door of the room beside him and sighed leaning tiredly on the door at the threshold. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply imprinting the serene face of Khushi sleeping under the white covers, her face a flush of light pink, her mouth lightly agape and her hands clutching the pillow beside her to her chest as if her life depended on it.

Meeting her 6 months back, trying to talk to her and woo her, he realized that she really did change into a different girl. A girl who has shed her past fears and emerged out as a strong woman. Her fears of dark and loneliness gone, she's now an epitome of a female ASR. She isn't heartless, but still hostile towards everyone around her except the ones she feels close to her. Just like he had been in the past, and now in the present before 6 months. After Khushi left him even his family didn't come into his close people's list.

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Khushi stirred in her sleep adjusting the comforter around her. Opening her groggy eyes, they clashed with moist brown orbs looking directly at her from far away. She sat up with a jerk to see Arnav leaning against the door his eyes though on her but were with a faraway gaze. She sensed his body rigidness as well as his tears. Even in the dark.

"Arnav-ji," her low whisper sounded loud enough to bring back Arnav from his thoughts. He looked so vulnerable at that very moment Khushi would've cried.

She has left a strong man, a man who has the ability to see past his fears, who can control his emotions, a man who was like a pillar to his family. From the time she's been seeing him, for her, he looked nothing like the ASR she knew about. In these few months she has seen his weakness, his tears, his pain everything in him, his words and his actions. If not for her treacherous heart which as usual worries over him when he's in pain, she started melting.

The result is the present. She's now living with him in his new apartment, in which apparently he's been living since he cleared all the problems at his home regarding Shyam's matter, with just a wall keeping them away. She denied sharing a room with him, at least until she overcomes all her fears regarding them both and feels to become his wife whole-heartedly. Arnav agreed.

She couldn't understand why he stayed away from his family, alone here. Not until every family member apologized to her, including Mami who surprisingly hugged and kissed her saying sorry numerous times she lost count of it, and then later Payal explained what and all happened right after from she left RM.

To be honest, even she didn't think that far. Yes, she held the Raizada's guilty for the cause of her pain, but not to the extent Arnav held blamed for. That was the starting of her melting point. After that what all she has come to know only had her moving towards Arnav. She tried to restrain, but couldn't. She tried to mock, but couldn't. The emotions that played on his face whenever she brought down his pleas had hurt her heart more than she thought.

If she thought being away from 3 years had reduced her feelings for him, then she truly is dreaming. If anything, her heart has weakened more in his matter. A day didn't pass in this 6 months where she didn't give a thought of leaving all her inhabitations and run into his arms and kiss his pain away. But then the pain she faced would stop her. If only that day hadn't happened, life would've been different for them.

Now seeing him in such pain, such vulnerability had her legs moving without permission. Arnav caught her midway and pulled her to himself sobbing in her arms like a baby. The fear of losing Khushi, the reality of having been lived without her has struck him really hard where the mere thought of not being able to be with her killed him. He pulled the strings, blackmailed her and finally brought her back home as she is. As his wife.

"Shh...everything is fine. Don't cry," Khushi kept saying into his ears as he held her tightly his tears drenching her kurti clad shoulder. She don't know anything but to calm him down.

"Please don't leave me," came his broken cry halting her hand in mid-air that was previously running down his back. "Please Khushi, I'll do anything. Any damn thing you ask me to. But don...don't ever leave me. I won't be able to live without you. Not anymore. I'll di..."

"Shh..." Khushi silenced him her eyes now moist. What has happened to this man? He isn't her laad governor. He isn't the man who finds solace in being alone rather than sharing his worries with anyone around him. For the first time in all these three and half years she doubted her decision of leaving him. But then his words were pointed at her self-respect, her frailness. She couldn't take it then. And she couldn't take it even now having her love in her arms crying his heart out pleading her to not leave.

Pulling him along with her, she made him sit on the bed and held a glass of water near his lips. He gulped down the water like a thirsty man in a desert. Keeping it back on the bedside table she sat down beside him caressing his hair. Soon her hands were left mid-air as he placed his head in her lap his arms circled around her waist his face pressed into her stomach. There was nothing intimate about that. For Khushi she was consoling her broken love. For Arnav, it was an assurance. To himself that Khushi is beside him.

"Kya hua, Arnav-ji?" she asked mildly stroking his hair and nape soothingly.

"Nightmare, bad...bad dream." His voice quivered as he said. His hands tightened around her more.

"Nothing happened. All are fine, everything is fine." She consoled.

"Shy...Shyam tried to kill you. A...And I couldn't do any...anything." he closed his eyes tightly again tears making their way down his cheeks.

"There's no one to harm me, Arnav-ji. See, I'm fine. And Shyam is already dead, isn't he?" he vigorously nodded his head in positive. "Then? See, no one will take me away from you." They sat in his silence for some time with the company of the only sound. Their breathing.

"Marry me!" his voice was so low and muffled that for a moment, she thought she was imagining his words. Before she could ask him to come again he got up from her lap cupping her face.

"Marry me, Khushi. Please," his eyes held the plea his words couldn't. "If we marry then no one will be able to take you away from me. Please. Not even my family or your family. All...all are bad. I don't trust them anymore to keep us together. We'll get married again. With all the rituals. Please."

"But..."

"It'll be the wedding of your liking. Just like you've always dreamed about it. You'll be married to me like a princess. You're no less than a princess to me. Whatever you say, it'll happen. However you want it, it'll be done the same way. But please marry me. You wanted to marry like in a fairy tale right? We'll get married just like that. Don't you want to fulfil your dream?" he asked innocently.

"However I want it?" she questioned cocking her head. He nodded a small smile making its way to his lips. "Anything I say?" again he nodded in positive. "Then we'll have our wedding with our families." She bargained to her limits.

His smile faltered for a second before his lips curved into a full blown smile his head moving up and down in positive. His word of anything meant any-DAMN-thing. What if he didn't forgive his family completely, for that matter he couldn't forgive his own self? Khushi wants them to be there, so they'll be there. And no one will dare to hurt his princess. Not even his own kin.

"You'll marry me," his happiness had no bounds. "We're going to get married. We'll be married." He tried to get everything straight to his brain confirming every of his thoughts praying he wasn't dreaming this up.

"We'll both be in the same room. We don't have to take sepe..." he stopped as his forehead knitted in worry. "We'll be in the same room right?" he looked up at Khushi with so much hope and barely concealed curiosity she could do nothing but drop a loving kiss on his forehead. And then he went on and on about telling her how their wedding is going to be like asking her opinion in every of his words.

His words, his excitement, his unconcealed glee gave a glimmer of the Arnav's lost childhood to Khushi. Arnav promised to rid his guilt and Khushi's pain by creating fresh and beautiful memories, while Khushi promised to self to love Arnav unconditionally for he forget all his pain and become her laad governor once again.

That night, two pained and broken souls found their solace again in each other trusting to heal themselves in their company. The night ended beautifully with two hearts beating rhythmically in sync with stars twinkling in joy.

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"We're going to get married." Arnav was curt as the next day he assembled Gupta's and Raizada's in RM with Khushi sat beside him in his arms.

There was silence for a moment before everyone erupted into loud squeals and hoots of joy were heard as everyone celebrated on the news of wedding they were waiting to happen. Everyone congratulated Khushi and Arnav. Arnav remained stiff in everyone's arms his hand never leaving Khushi though she's being hugged by everyone.

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"Arnav-ji, where are we going?" Khushi whined for the umpteenth time but Arnav didn't budge.

"Under the note of surprise, nothing can be revealed." He replied with a charming smile making Khushi pout. "We're almost here Love. Just a few minutes," he lovingly squeezed Khushi's hand in his.

And then they reached. Khushi was left open mouthed when she gazed at the wide garden full of green and red and yellow. The bushes so caringly tended bloomed red roses, while there were yellow chrysanthemum flowers bloomed in between. Amidst the bushes was a stone ledge and on it is a proudly grown thick magnolia tree spreading out its leaves and branches like wings of freedom.

As Khushi stood taking in the fresh air, calm greenery in the silent place, Arnav walked before her his gaze fixed on the tree memories rushing in his mind. This is his heaven place. Where he first discovered his liking towards the plants. Where he learnt on how to tend the plants, where he spent almost half of his childhood seeing his mother skipping around from one bush to another, smelling the roses, checking the chrysanthemums, watering the plants, planting new ones. This is the place where he felt that he's alone with his mother. This place assured him of his mother and her presence. This has been his secret which even his Di doesn't remember anymore. She was only brought here once but when she accidentally damaged a rose here, he gave strict instructions to his mother to not let his Di come here. Or else the whole garden would be destroyed by her. Di didn't complain much as she never was into plants and such. That is when they planted the roots for magnolia.

His hand on the tree he closed his eyes remembering his times spend with his mother here. She used to be a happy soul just like Khushi. Always smiling but yet a bit timid in nature. Khushi, if he thinks now, remind him so much of his mother.

Khushi just watched as Arnav returned back to her, a small content smile playing on his lips. Taking her hand into his he stood under the shade of tree and cupped her cheeks.

"Khushi, You know when I was small? This is where Mama and I used to come. This is the place where I used to pester Ma asking her every silly question a 5 year-old mind could come up with. Once I questioned her about Angel's. Mama laughed and said that Angels are god made gifts who are given to those special ones of god who is kind, accepting, selfless, and forgiving. Then all these felt like such huge words yet simple. I didn't knew then that being that sort of person isn't easy. And in the mad rush of being for my family and earning money I have lost my mother's Chotte. I no longer was the one who would melt at Mama's words, who would whine to not sleep alone and be with Mama, who felt that being in my Mama's arms would take away all my problems. I have become all alone. Di kept me sane but not comfortable.

I only ever was a 14-year-old when I lost my mother. I wasn't mature then, I was a carefree boy who was teasing my sister on her marriage, appreciating her on her clothes. And in the next few moments my life has come crashing down seeing my mother take away her life. Just because of a third woman in my parent's life. I went numb to feelings, Khushi. I was no longer my mother's kind and selfless Chotte. I've changed so much, so much that I started losing my mother in between.

That is when you've come into my life, a lightning bolt. Whenever I met you, you've brought back a piece of my mother with you. I started becoming the Chotte once I had been. The changes made me restless. I used to be on the top notch of my anger and then suddenly I would smile thinking about you. I was believing myself to have become crazy. I've done everything that I thought could make me normal, make me the ASR again. I gave you hurt, started a relation, though platonic, with Lavanya, I tried breaking your will at every point I got a chance at. Yet you bounced back. Just like my mother.

You know Khushi? I always used to tell Nani and Di that I will never become the one like my father? But unknowingly I had done everything my father did. Hurting the soul that loved us, showing her low, pointing out her weaknesses hoping that would break your happiness and zeal of life. But failed when both of you as you fell, yet and again got up and came back with new zeal. I accepted my defeat before my feelings at last Khushi but my father didn't.

Khushi, I can never take back whatever the words I hurled at you. I can never undo that I ever did with you to hurt you. But I want to say, before my mother, in her presence, that I'll rectify every of mistakes I've done to you. I cannot make everything alright by own. But I promise whatever it takes for me to keep you happy, I'll do everything.

I want to move on in my life Khushi. I'm tired of being numb to feelings, being against love, being against the belief. And I can never be able to do this all alone, Khushi." Saying Arnav went down on one knee while Khushi just stood still tears flowing down her cheeks seeing the pessimist speaker give a long speech.

"Khushi," he looked up at her his gaze soft and his eyes brimming with the love for the lady of his life. "I cannot ask you to marry me as we're already married and are going to get married again. But I want to ask you, will you be with me all my seven lives? As my wife, as the girl who can even shoot down ASR with her enthusiasm, as the sole owner of my heart? To help me move on? Will you be with me in every hurdle and happiness of my life, Khushi?"

She couldn't find her voice at that time. Tears clogged her throat, as she found it hard to control the river flowing through her eyes. She nodded her head vigorously with a smile so wide that could put the sun to shame playing on her lips.

He smiled, a real heart felt smile as a tear fell down his cheek. Bringing out a box he took her arms into his sliding in the bangles in her arms.

"Mama's," he informed as he dropped a loving kiss on the bangles on both of her wrists. "Meri angel mujhe milgayi maa," he whispered it to the tree above as the leaves ruffled as if showing his mother's happiness.

"Arnav aur Khushi..."

"Hamehsa!" Khushi completed it for him.

"Hamesha," he agreed pulling her in for a kiss that kept out his all love, respect and gratitude for the woman who came to save his life. From the evils outside as well the evils that he carried with in him. Now he's a completed man getting back his Mama and his love at the same time in the very place where his heart lays.

The sun shied away seeing the much in love couple and their passion for each other, hiding behind the clouds. And shone secretly as drops of rain fell on the earth, bringing the couple the blessings of the almighty above, a blessing of a happily ever after.

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(IV)

He looked around in desperate need for some alone space. His room is now occupied with restless prickly Raizada’s and he, now, isn’t ready yet to start his act before them. Not when he want to vent out the anger of his failure.

Perfectly devised plan, he was so close to getting everything in his hand. Wealth, power and even Khushi-ji was coming in his reach...oh but who is he kidddin'? But he lost it. All because of who? Khushi-ji. The one he loves…no… lusts after.

That chit of a girl!

“Jijaji,” he jerked out of his thoughts, and anger, with the voice coming from behind. HP! He closed his eyes trying to get his expression under check before he turns around to face him.

What a pain in ass is this? Have to behave even before the servant of this house.

“Woh…Didi utgayi. Nani-ji aapko bulane keliye bole hain.” He revised like a parrot to Shyam who stood raising his eyebrows in question.

“Hum aate hain.” Saying Shyam went the opposite way of his room leaving a confused HP standing in the hall way. With a shrug HP went inside the Kitchen to make milk for Anjali as asked, or more like demanded, by Maami.

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“Ch…Chotte?” Anjali’s anxious gaze ran around the room trying to find her Chotte. Her mother’s heart lurched at the thought of her baby brother being hurt. They are saying he’s fine, but not until she sees for herself is she going to believe.

“Di, we’re here.” All moved aside to see Arnav and Khushi along with NK standing at the threshold of the room. His wounds, now cleaned, didn’t look as ugly and bloody as before.

"Chotte..." Anjali couldn't control the tears that made their way down her cheeks and mixing into her tresses as she tried to get up and out of her bed to take her Chotte into her arms. My Chotte! Her heart wept.

"Di...Di, don't!" he came running to her, forcing her back onto the bed. Now placing himself beside her he wiped her tears and caressed her cheek. Anjali could only cry seeing him.

            

“Di, I’m fine.” He said, even though he knows those words wouldn’t convince her. If he know his sister any better he just have to wait for more fussing that’s about to come.

“But Chotte, how did these all happen? You were…”

“Di, hush! You need rest right now. Please sleep. We’ll talk about everything later. Promise!” he said earnestly trying to convince her with his words. He know to console her. But that only stays for a while until then she will be back to crying all over him. He sighed. He cannot do much to change in that. In fact he doesn’t want to change anything in her. His Di, her nature reminded him of his mother. That’s what he want and that’s how he’ll cherish his Di.

She forgot all about her husband, who isn’t even in the room right now, when she saw her brother beside her, trying to calm her down. Like as if she’s the child and he’s the mother while in reality it should happen the other way around.

“Maami-ji, doodh. Didi keliye.” HP interrupted the chain of thoughts of the siblings passing the milk glass to Arnav’s extended hand.

Helping Anjali sit straight he made her drink the milk with his own hands not wanting her to protest on it. She’s too weak to decline the food. And with doctor’s instructions they are now aware how she needs to be looked after even more carefully.

“Your wounds,” Anjali asked once done with her milk. She wasn’t in need of milk then, but when her brother had kept the glass brim near her lips, silently asking her to drink, she could do nothing but comply with his silent request. She saw, noticed, how his eyes held worry. She saw the worry for her as much as she’s worried about him. And didn’t want to dishearten him and completed the milk.

“They aren’t much Di. Khushi cleaned them while we went to change.” He replied putting her worries to rest. Yes Khushi-ji is there to take care of him. But Khushi-ji…

Something like a bulb went off in her mind and she looked behind at her Bhabhi who stood behind everyone fidgeting with her dupatta an expression of pain and something strange she couldn’t catch up on her face. Anjali called her to come near them which Khushi did by coming and standing beside Arnav.

“How did you get these bruises Khushi-ji? And you have come in with Chotte. How...I mean how are you both here like this?” her head swirled with many questions for which she didn’t have answers. She wanted answers for all, but her brother is adamant. She should have known better though, her Chotte and Khushi-ji always walk on the same path. If he didn’t budge then Khushi wouldn’t too. Always following as her husband says. If only she knew everything much better.

“Di, you should rest. We’ll…”

“Tell you everything later? Is it what you wanted to tell?” Anjali asked rising her eyebrows mockingly. Khushi smiled bashfully while Arnav looked away. He know what his Di is hinting at. As husband like wife. Heard that somewhere? You wouldn’t. Because it is something only Anjali could come up with.

“Kitne cute ho tum dono,” Anjali pinched her Chotte’s cheeks, who let out a ‘what the…’, and threw a naughty smile at her Bhabhi who turned even redder if that’s anywhere possible. Anjali felt her insides settle down. Finally she could make them all smile.

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He sat on the poolside recliner staring at the stars in the black and blue sky above, his gaze unnerving. His thoughts scrambled, those he couldn't place perfectly together.

12 days!

It was while tucking in Khushi, who was adamant on not going to sleep.

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"Hume nehi sona Arnav-ji," she stood firm on her word her face twisted into a cute determined frown.

"Khushi, you must be tired. Zid mat karo. Please sleep." He said, a comforting hand on her cheek, not having an inkle of idea why she doesn't want to sleep.

"You aren't?" His face was an evidence of his confusion. Seeing him she clarified. "Aren't you tired?"

"Yes, I am." He admitted. "But I'll sleep a little later. You should sleep Khushi," he almost pleaded but what came next ignited mixed emotions in his body he wasn't able to comprehend.

"Nehi. If I sleep, then you'll again go away. Then this will all be a dream and I'll be crying again tomorrow morning when I wake up," she said it so seriously if in any other situation people would have laughed. But Arnav only felt his eyes getting moist.

He was genuinely touched by her confession and at the same time remorseful. What are the problems had he not caused for the girl before him? And still after all this she is afraid of losing him? Again? Love does play interesting games.

Reasoning to her, making her understand that this is all real and finally giving her a pinch on her hand to make her believe that it’s all real, he lulled her to sleep before coming out to the poolside to think.

And before he was coming out of the room, to his poolside, to spend time bathing in his guilt that is when he saw the date. It’s August 1^st.

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First he didn't give much thought to the date. But when he kept pondering on the happenings in his and Khushi's life it struck him like a lightening. It's only 12 days away from the end of the contract.

Their already incomplete marriage will be broken completely in 12 days. He did prepare real contract papers and according to those his marriage is going to end in 12 days.

He felt panic raising in him. How could he be so negligent? How could he forget about the contract? Not until he registers the marriage officially in the court will they be bonded together as husband and wife in the eyes of the society. Husband and wife in true sense in the eyes of law. Husband and wife in true sense in front of their family.

Yes. He want that. He want to claim Khushi as his and only his. He may have looked mellowed down, but he still carried the possessive instinct in him. If it is his, then it will be his. He don't like sharing what belongs to him.

And only when the marriage is official will he at least be able to look into her eyes without the pain and guilt hanging down his neck. Yes he'll do anything for that to not happen. Any damn thing!

His brain instantly worked with thoughts knowing well that whatever has to be done, should be done in 12 days. If he wastes these days then he for sure will be in a trouble to get what he want. And Arnav Singh Raizada never leaves what he wants.

Now he wants Khushi. He need her to be his. If being his wife is what approves her of his love towards her, then he'll do just that.

Truth be said, Arnav never imagined Khushi to be his without a marriage. Maybe it's her tradition and values or her respect towards marriage that changed him, but he know marriage is the bond that will keep them together till eternity.

So marriage it is!

I'm going to right my wrong now Khushi.

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"Hello Hi bye bye," saying Manorama went from there not even bothering to think on what a storm she has started behind her.

Eyes blood shot red, he stood there, immobile, with his Mami's words ringing in his ears.

"Only because of that pati saadi today Anjali dared to go this extent."

"If only that pati saadi haven't gone to Anjali Bitiya's room, then this all wouldn't have happened at all."

"Everything in this house is happening only because of her."

He turned around leaving the door wide open and sat on his sea green recliner gritting his teeth. Again it is happening.

Khushi!

His mind spat her name at him. Why does she have to do everything the way she wants? Why can't she just sit aside and let things go on as they are? Why can't she abide by the restrictions dammit?

His anger only increased with every cropped up question. And flashes of Anjali trying to kill her child ran through his brain like before his eyes and, painfully, he closed them trying a futile attempt at forgetting.

Again Khushi flashed behind his closed eyes and he stood on his feet angrily. Just because of her, only because of her this is all happening. Why can't she just stay quite?

Even in his anger he couldn't think of letting Khushi go. All he was angry on is because of her poking in every matter of others. Especially his Di when she was clearly said to not cross paths with his Di until everything comes to normal. But no, she has to go and mend the broken things. Like she's some divine to fix everything.

His hand twitched. He wanted to punch something badly. His anger has reached its peak and only he know how he is holding back from leaving the house and go to some deserted place to relieve this. Just because he want to have a talk with her, and give her a piece of mind so that she don’t do something stupid like this another time, before he does that, go on a long drive and vent out his frustration to his Mamma.

Pacing around in his anger he didn't realize the footsteps nearing his room. When he heard the door being shut did he turn around and had a glance at the person standing there locking the door.

Khushi

He pulled her roughly catching her wrist in his hand squeezing it painfully making her let out a yelp in pain. But he cared none. Right now he is angry on her. So much angry that he didn't even cared to see that he's actually dragging the poor girl even before she could walk.

Leaving her hand with a force making her stand in front of him, his eyes emitted fire he's feeling his insides burning in. He looked at her feared hazel eyes and scrunched up pale face. But his senses were already destroyed in the rage of fury.

She stood looking at him a creep feeling crawling her inside making her shiver unwantedly. She know something is wrong. Though she wasn't sure if he is angry with her or not, but she is sure that his anger is to be borne by her.

"Why did you do like that?" He spat at her and almost immediately her eyes filled up. She was confused on what he's asking her about. Even before she could open her mouth to query him she got all the answers along with other things. Important other things.

"Why did you go to Di's room? Who told you to go there?" His questions were sharp and straight sending her into a frenzy. "Khushi, when you are clearly told to not cross paths with Di why did you go to her room dammit?" He shouted finally making her flinch. But then she stood silent. Seeing her standing there ideally with silent tears flowing down her cheeks, like a river, angered him more. The tears did hurt his heart, but still they angered him more than hurt.

"You know what Khushi?" She looked up at his mellowed down voice. "Today I've come to know that whatever bad is happening in this house is only because of you." He accused her with his eyes and actions. She stood there still and immobile hearing his words her eyes wide in shock.

"If you weren't there, then Shyam would have been loyal towards Di. If you haven't been in our lives then today Di would have been happy with her baby and her husband. If only you have never entered Sheesh Mahal that night, everyone in this house would have been happy and content." His mind dominated his heart. His brain shut down his pea sized rational thinking part and left words after words to his mouth hurting the fragile girl before him.

Khushi just stood there rooted to the spot listening to him. Her shock knew no bounds as she took every of his word without a protest. Her heart squeezed painfully as every word hit her ear making the hole in her heart even bigger. Her tears knew no bounds and she didn't even try wiping them. Her eyes only noticing the anger and hurt and a bit of hate in his eyes. Love, there's no love.

She has been vexed with the family's taunts before. And now their disappointed looks had been her making her lose her cool. And when she started hearing the words she never wanted to and that too from the man to whom she has given her heart to, she started feeling the last thread of her patience break. Now she felt the numb feeling leaving her body.

They got replaced by many emotions. She started feeling repulsive, disgust at her own self. Is he the man she loved these many days? Is he the man, who doesn't even think for a second before accusing her, to whom she have given her heart to? Was he the man she was ready to even sacrifice her life to save him? Was he the man to whom she even got ready give herself, body, mind and soul, to him?

Yes, she felt pity at her own foolishness. She mourned her petty thinking that everything in this world changes with days. There certainly are things or to say people who will never change. Still she stood silent.

"You're the biggest mistake of my life Khushi Kumari Gupta. I wish I had never met you!" And that being the last straw silence prevailed them with a sound. Arnav opened his eyes wide looking at the girl before him who stood now shaking. Her blood shot eyes were mirror of her anger, her sadness and her helplessness.

Rising a hand to his cheek, Arnav stood there frozen his cheek stinging. His realization of the happening brought him more surprise than anger. Did she really slap him?

"What are you looking at me like that? Is it paining?" Her cold voice sent shivers down his spine. He never ever heard her like this. "If it is then good. If you can't even take that pain, then listen, when you're talking, saying the words you were saying? It pained me ten times more than the pain you may be feeling. It pains here," she pointed a finger at her heart as she looked directly into his eyes who now stood without a word. Her eyes held no emotion Arnav could comprehend.

"What did you say, that if I wasn't there then that slime would have been loyal to your sister? Fool you are Mr. Raizada. Because you are the one that let him enter my life. You are the one who let him come to my life with your stupid thought of revenge." She said referring to his low move of releasing the video of her at Sheesh Mahal.

"And also you said that everyone here would have been happy without me? No doubt in that. Didn't you people make it obvious that everyone are happy without me? Again it's you who brought me here by marrying me. Again for what? Revenge?" She mocked him. He sensed the rage hidden behind her words. Even his feelings were jumbled hearing her.

"So your Di would have been happy with her child and husband if I wasn't there. Wasn't that what you said? Now tell me oh-mighty-intelligent man, then where did your intelligence go when you brought me under the same roof as the man from whom, as you said, wanted to keep me away from? Now tell me was it intelligence? Was it logical? What do you want to prove and to whom? Pity you Mr. Raizada" she didn't let him speak. In fact she didn't want to let him speak. What will he do if he is let to speak? Accuse her more and pity his Di some more?

"You're blaming me for coming in front of your Di right? She hasn't eaten since yesterday afternoon. If anything happens to her then the baby wouldn't even survive. So was it my mistake to attempt a trail at making her eat very well knowing that she should be taken more care? Was it my mistake that she feels so revolting that she wished to take the life of HER baby?"

"Forget it,’ she sighed ‘you'll never understand anything except blindly following what you think is correct. Wasn't that what you did with me? Believing the leech over me? Why because you thought it’s correct. I'm sure you'll believe some other if they say they have an affair with me, isn't it? Wah!' she clapped sarcastically 'what an intelligent man you are,"

"Do you even realize that whatever important things has happened in our lives are because of your Di? When I was back again to this house to teach your girlfriend how to be a traditional and dutiful daughter-in-law is because of your sister. Your six-month marriage, it was because of your Di. We have gone to stay in my house only because your Di forced you to. Then today whatever you're accusing me of is only because of your Di. You're nothing on your own without your Di. Accept my one request and don’t say again that you love someone when you know you clearly don’t. You only love your Di. And no one! Not even yourself."

"And you say you love? This is your love, a love that is as weak as a leaf that can fly away in which direction the airs takes it. Before, you heard Shyam's words and believed him and blamed me. Now today you heard other's words and blaming me again. Is this what you call your love? When you don’t trust me and understand me with your brain and heart then why to bear the burden of love?"

"Today I'll tell you. Hear me square and clear, you're the worst nightmare in my life. Loving you senseless and following whatever you're saying has been weaknesses, thanks to you, which you utilized for your own needs. Now, I'm going to correct your biggest mistake. I'm going to leave you forever reliving myself from a nightmare I can't hold anymore. Good bye!"

She turned to leave but stopped when she was going step on the French door. "Tell me one last thing Mr. Raizada, can you give me a guarantee that she wouldn't have done what she did if it wasn't me before her talking about the baby?" she let out a disagreeable snort. "Accept it, she's weak than can anyone be. Take care of her or else who knows how will she react to whom?"

With a disappointed shake of her head she left Arnav to his thoughts. Entering the room she took a painful glance at the room one last time before she started packing her bags with a determined face. Hate is what you'll show on your face Khushi! She thought determined to herself to not fall weak now. There are many times she can fall weak and blame god for her life. But now it is not time for weak. She need to be strong and let Arnav face whatever he's missing.

Arnav stood frozen with her words ringing back to back in his head. Her every word took a while to understand for him. First it was the shock that she slapped him, then the cold mannerism which he never expected from Khushi and then her words. They all still felt bizarre until his mind struck at some words.

‘You only love your Di. And no one! Not even yourself.’

‘When you don’t trust and understand me with your brain and heart why to take the burden of love?’

‘You’re the worst nightmare in my life!’

‘I’m going to correct the biggest mistake of your life.’

‘I’m leaving you forever. Good bye!’

Even before he could gather his thoughts and force his limbs to move she was gone. Forever, from this room, from this house and mainly from him! He slumped down on the recliner shocked at the turn his life took. A literal one-eighty degree turn. Now there’s no Khushi!

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His Life took a literal one-eight degree turn. There was NO KHUSHI in his life. She left taking everything from him, his peace, his strength and his happiness that evolved around her, ONLY HER.

He couldn’t lift himself from his seat and run behind her. He wanted to shout for her, yell for her and call her back, but he has no right to do that. He realized it the hard way that he has no rights either on her or on her love. He felt as if his entire blood is sucked out of the body.

He stood up balancing himself, but felt like someone is pushing him backwards, may be even his soul doesn’t want him to go near to her. He kept his unsteady feet to go out of his room. He has no energy to hold himself up. He wanted to cry out aloud finally giving into his tears, but couldn’t. His strength to express his feelings are gone now. But still the tiny ray of hope in him expected her to be somewhere around the house. Carrying this little hope, he came out of his room with heavy steps.

Once out, he looked around to see his entire family standing and staring at the front door. He know what they are staring at. It is too late to voice out anything. He saw his sister approaching him. He doesn’t know how to explain her. He don’t know what is there to explain to her.

“Chotte?” called Anjali coming near him. She took a step back at the look in Arnav’s eyes. She was looking at her brother, not the ASR, whom she had seen 14 years back when they had lost their parents. His hard look of ASR is gone, his eyes that always showed determination are now empty.

“Chotte? What Happened?” asked Anjali again, her heart feeling hallow sensing her brother.

“Why, Di?” Arnav choked out, unable to control himself. After all he’s also a man with emotions. For the world he would be a stone hearted, but not in reality.

“Chotte?”

“Why did you do this to me?”

Anjali looked shocked at this. His words didn’t reflect accusation; they were pure pain, a pain of loneliness, a pain of loss.

“She left me….She left me, Di.” Arnav, a lost look on his face.

Anjali don’t know what to say to her brother. She wasn’t in a position to analyse anything other than her need that is her husband. Her thoughts are all about her, not her family, not her brother. Only her.

The entire family were pulled out of the shock when they heard Arnav’s words. She left him, their looks were blank with no emotions.

“Hello Hai bye bye...phinally that phati saree lept hamare Arnav bitwa in peaji,” said Mami, fanning herself.

Arnav shot a look of disbelief and anger at her… Mami kept a step back when she noticed his glare.

“What did you say Mami? Peace? She didn’t leave me in peace Mami. She left me taking my peace away. TAKING MY PEACE AWAY!” Arnav shouted at top of his voice.

Entire family shivered at his voice. He kept a step forward, towards Mami.

“Mami…You know everything, don’t you? You saw her struggling to save me. You saw her crying herself to sleep alone. You saw her hiding her pain to keep this family, our family, happy. You saw her getting hurt. You saw her suffering without me. Then how can you accuse her Mami? But even I don’t have any right to say anything to you. You have always hated her. You were right at your position. At least you’ve hated her all along hurting her. But me? What did I do? I claimed that I loved her. Instead of protecting her, I kept her life at stake. I can’t blame you when the mistake lies in me,” his voice dropped down to a whisper, but still the disgust and loathe he’s feeling for himself clear in his voice.

Mami’s head dropped down in shame. She never thought about Khushi, She always cared about her son and daughter. Even though Arnav and Anjali were not her own children, she always considered them as her own. She was afraid that someone would hurt them. She wanted to keep them away from the betrayal they once experienced at a tender age. She even took time to accept Shyam in their family. But she always hated Khushi. She was afraid that she could hurt them. But she had never ever had thought about the pain that girl would go through in all these. When she has accepted Shyam into the family knowing Anjali loved him, then why couldn’t she accept Khushi, knowing Arnav loved her? Her own question had no answer. As tears of regret threatened to spill, Mami was hit hard with the realization of her selfishness.

He looked at everyone, he very well know each and every one are reason for their messed up life, the devil of him taking up the major part. He looked at his sister again.

“Di? You always loved me, cared for me, and stood by me in each and every phase of mine. You trusted me more than yourself. Then why not in Shyam’s matter. It means you trusted him over me.” It was not a question rather a statement.

“Chotte…He is my husband.”

“So I am not your brother?” he asked incredulously. “Do you think I would lie? Lie about something this big that will have your life at stake? Have I ever lied to you?” questioned Arnav. He was desperate to hear answers to his questions. The questions he didn’t knew there until he was given a piece of mind by his wife.

 “Chotte, what are you saying? My brother can never lie to anyone. He will never lie.” Anjali rushed to clear her brother’s misunderstanding.

“Then why do you think I was lying to you about your husband?” asked Arnav as calmly as possible. But the world of pain in his voice didn’t go on her.

She took a staggering step back looking up at him with no answers. She herself don’t know why she couldn’t trust her brother in this thing. May be, her love for her husband.

“Why are you not answering me Di? Tell me. I really don’t know why you don’t understand me Di. Do you even understand me? Why can’t you open your eyes and see the truth? But di, you are not like me. You are very strong in your belief, a belief that your husband would never do such thing. Wish I had the same belief like you in my wife. Wife? I don’t know Di whether I can call her my wife or not, Di. I don’t have right on her. She was not my legally wedded wife. After all she was my contract wife right?” revealed Arnav with a faraway gaze.

There was a collective gasp before everyone’s eyes darted towards him in shock. One look at them and he know that it is time to reveal everything. Bracing himself, he said, “I married Khushi for six months. She’s my wife for only six months.”

There was a perfect silence around him. Nani was the first one, to come out of it.

“What are you saying Chotte?”

“Truth. I’m saying the truth Nani. I married her for Di. She married me for her Jiji.”

Anjali, Akash and Payal widened their eyes in utter shock. Their eyes carried a look of disbelief. Arnav narrated each and everything that had happened from the terrace till the things happened between then few hours ago.

Anjali’s POV:

“I did wrong. I did wrong in judging the person. I did wrong in marrying the wrong person. I did wrong in taking decision out of situation. I did wrong in accusing the girl who has no mistake. It is my mistake that now my brother lost his love. Why didn’t I think before acting out of emotions? Haven’t I witnessed betrayals in my life? Then how could I lament that the person I know wouldn’t do that? Isn’t this the same thing my father, whom I loved, did? I’m sorry Khushi-ji…I’m so very sorry. I’m sorry Chotte. I don’t even deserve your forgiveness anymore.”

Payal’s POV:

“I did wrong. I should have stood up for my sister. She did everything to keep me and my family happy. Sacrificed everything of hers for us. But when she needed us, I and my family abandoned her to be eaten by the cruel? I’m not a good sister for her. She took all the blames on herself. May be if I spoke up and stood up for myself and her, this day wouldn’t have come. If I had not been coward and in my desperate world to save my married life, may be my sister would have been happy? I have been so selfish always thinking about me, I’m sorry Khushi.”

Akash’s POV:

“Khushi-ji…I did wrong. I’m sorry. I have always seen you like my sister. Then how could I not trust you? How can a brother not trust his sister? I’m ashamed of myself. You helped me getting my love, you saved my marriage. I always looked at myself, only me and my love was so important. If only I have tried to know about your broken engagement, if only I have stood by your side like your brother, if only I tried knowing your story before, may be this day wouldn’t have come?”

Nani’s POV:

“I always admired the values that girl held. I always wanted her to see with my Chotte as his wife. I should have been happy to see them married, but I didn’t. Why? Only because she had gone out of the rules and did something inappropriate. Didn’t I know in my conscience that Chotte was as much a part of this as her? I forgave Chotte, then why not Khushi. Is it because Chotte is my grandson and she is not? How selfish can I be? Why did I ask her to stay away from Anjali? She did that to keep Anjali and her baby healthy, isn’t it? She loved Anjali like her other sister, then why did I think her a threat to Anjali? Why did I keep mum when Manorama accused her? If I had been aware of what was happening around me, may be this day wouldn’t have come!”

Mami’s POV:

“Phatti saadi…I always hated her. Didn’t I? No I never hated her. I was afraid that she would hurt my children. I saw her in pain, crying for Arnav bitwa when she knew he was in danger. I saw her putting her life at stake to save him. I know she had gone to Anjali to make her eat. Why didn’t I understand that? I was so much worried that Anjali tried to hurt herself that I forgot all about the pain the girl took to bring hamre Arnav Bitwa back? Why did I blame her? If I did tired seeing her as my daughter, may be this day wouldn’t have come?”

Arnav looked at everyone. He knows they understood what mistake they did. But that is not going t change things. His family, whole of them, did wrong. They played with the life of a girl. Scolded her, scared her, degraded her and wounded her. There is no excuse for any of their mistakes. They all were wrong about Khushi. They didn’t understand her, at all.

Him? He have no guts to go back in the time and think about the things he did to Khushi. They were innumerable. He have no right to blame others when he was the only person to be blamed. He understood that he had lost his Khushi, his Khushi, forever. Wish he got second chance in his life? Life is unpredictable. Things happen unexpectedly.

After 3 years,

Arnav sat watching the show. His entire family has come here to watch this show. It is special for them. It was the first line of AR’s Collection – Happiness.

A lot had happened in these 3 years. Arnav has become more isolated. He kept himself out of RM. He doesn’t want to step into the place where his Khushi is left him. And finally he left the house, after kicking Shyam out of Anjali’s life permanently. He always worked from his apartment. He never came out of his apartment without a reason. He had no reasons to come out. Everyone tried to remain happy, forgetting their past, but they couldn’t. The huge chunk of past, Khushi, always stayed in their minds. Each and everything in RM reminded them about Khushi. Not until then they understood how much she has become a part of everyone’s life.

The temple in the house reminded them her smiling face decorating the place for Pooja, from kitchen wafted the ghost of aroma of her delicious cooking and jalebis. Every member had their own memories of her with them. Khushi evidently still lived in that house, in their memories.

Arnav leaned back with his eyes closed drowning himself into his beautiful past…

… Khushi falling in his arms,

… Him breaking her dori,

… He shouting her at dharga,

… She in his office,

… She in red saree for photoshoot,

… He breaking her fast on teej,

… She at his house for training Lavanya,

… Nainital trip,

… Hospital Hug,

… He losing his control on Diwali,

… Him breaking his engagement,

… His kiss on her cheek,

… His name on her palm,

…Her kiss on his cheek,

… He dancing with her,

… He running behind the ambulance,

… His jealousy over seeing her with NK,

… Seeing her with Shyam,

… Their contract marriage,

… Their stay at GH,

… She trying to commit suicide,

… He leaving to London,

… His kidnap,

… She saving him,

… Finally their separation.

‘You only love your Di. And no one! Not even yourself.’

‘When you don’t trust and understand me with your brain and heart why to take the burden of love?’

‘You’re the worst nightmare in my life!’

‘I’m going to correct the biggest mistake of your life.’

He started feeling restless. His heart started racing fast. His eyes shot open, only to see the love, the woman, of his life walking towards him on the ramp with her unsteady steps dressed in a white designer saree. He blinked his eyes several times to confirm he was not dreaming as usual. He wanted her to look into his eyes. That is his only evidence. He saw her eyes darting around nervously and finally finding his. The shock evident on her face, his heart started racing 100 miles a minute. His…His Khushi was standing before him in blood and flesh. He stood up from his place and moved towards his eyes brimming his lips cracked into a smile. He saw her coming out of shock and then gulping down trying to compose herself. Her face didn’t show any fear that he saw in her eyes during their first meet. He saw her trying to move back, but stumbled on her steps and her foot slipped. He rushed to her in time only to hold her in his arms securely.

Entire crowd including the Raizada’s looked at the happenings in aww…

Raizada’s were especially happy to see her back again.

Arnav looked at her for a minute and started walking towards the back stage Khushi held securely in his arms. He wanted time to freeze. He is happy getting his Khushi back.

“Khush!!!”

Someone called her from behind as Arnav and Khushi looked up at the girl running towards them. Khushi, realizing their position, started wriggling in his arms. Arnav’s hold tightened around her. He was not going to let her go, at least not now. He was fool then but not now.

“Sorry Sir…She is here to meet me, but someone pushed her onto the ramp. I’m sorry.” said the girl breathing heavily in fear seeing ASR. His look was impassive not anyone understood the happiness brewing in them.

Arnav looked at the girl and understood that she is a model working in his firm, with the dress she is wearing.

“It was not her mistake. She didn’t do it purposefully.” The girl rushed to clear her friend of this fearing ASR’s wrath.

“I know,” saying this, he kept on moving with Khushi still in his arms inside the green room.

Inside the room…

“Leave me, Mr. Raizada.” shouted Khushi trying to free herself from him. Arnav lowered her slowly and carefully on to the ground, his arms still wound around her. He slowly cupped her cheek with his other hand.

“Khushi!!”

His hoarse voice made Khushi look up at him. His eyes have all the love she always wished to see. She wanted to melt under his loving gaze, but she now no more is the same Khushi who can be deceived easily. She has changed, changed for good.

She pushed him with a fervent force, making him stumble back. He took moments time to balance himself.

“Sorry for coming into your life, again, by mistake Mr. Raizada. I will never commit the same mistake again. I’m not a fool. Good bye!” saying she started walking out of the room with a fear. What if she falls in love with him again?

Arnav looked at her. He expected this. But he was not going to leave her. He wanted her back. He will get her back at any cost, even if he has to give away his life. “I want you to commit the mistake again Khushi. I want you to commit the mistake again.”

Hearing his whisper Khushi turned around to look at him. She saw a determination, a determination to get her back in his life, and gulped.

Arnav looked at her, for the first time after three years, he got his life back. He is not a loser to give away his life. Three years hell without her had been punishment enough for him…Now he will get HIS LIFE BACK. HIS Khushi back!

He will erase every PAIN she suffered. He will take every PAIN she will face. He will make up for every PAIN she endured. It is The ASR’s RESOLUTION.

Wooing her won’t be an easy job, Arnav know. But he’s set back on repenting and bringing her back to him. Their happily ever after is a matter of our imagination.

THE END

  

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