Chapter 1

Do you remember Episode 263? The kidnapping track and he is alone tied up in a dank, dark godown. What was he thinking during that time? He certainly had alot to think about and had the time...gone was his busy billionaire corporate life. So as I watched this episode again I began to wonder what was he thinking? I looked at his face, his condition and the infamous "Khushi, I love you" scene started me thinking and here are my thoughts or I should say "Arnav's" thoughts. They will be followed by a number of letters that I feel Arnav may have wanted to say to Khushi, not knowing if he was going to live or die or ever see her again. Some may have a response or letter back to him from Khushi, not sure yet but someone suggested it and I just may take her up on her idea. Thanks, lamlee.

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Long live Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon!

Arnav's Thoughts

It is dark.

The scent of dust, mold and mildew surrounds me as I inhale the musty aroma. The chair is hard against my back and ropes constrict my movement.

I am trapped.

I have been kidnapped.

Why? I don't know.

My head is foggy from lack of proper nourishment. My blood sugar must be low. I am diaphoretic. Did I take my medicine? It's so hot in here I can hardly breathe or is that the ropes tied tightly across my chest are constricting me?

I struggle to free myself, sweat streaming down my brow.

I need to get out of here. I need to go home. I need to see Khushi.

Khushi...I whisper.

My Khushi.

All that has happened between us is naught. It doesn't matter, for I love you. The gravity of this situation has made me realize this.

Khushi...

And there you are before my eyes.

Is this really happening? I smile.

You have tears in your eyes and they are flowing freely down your cheeks. You reach out and touch my face. The feel of your palm caressing my face causes me to surrender to your gentle touch.

Khushi...

I struggle to touch you but am restrained. Is it really you, I ask? Are you really here or are you in my dreams?

Khushi...

I do love you, you know even though I may not show it.

I was so angry, infuriated by the thought of you and Shyam. Infuriated that you would cheat my sister and me. I never listened to your explanations. I just couldn't, I just didn't trust you. My heart was broken the night I opened the terrace door and anger took over. Revenge substituted for love in my heart. But reality has brought me to this point.

I know the truth.

Khushi...

I struggle to touch you but am restrained. Is it really you, I ask? Are you really here or are you in my dreams? I hold tightly to a pom pom that was hanging on your dress sleeve. I grasped it and pulled as I took my passport and ticket from your hand. It has kept me going. It has kept me alive, the hope of seeing you again.

And here you are.

Khushi...

You know leaving you was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. Did you know I was coming back to you? I didn't understand why I couldn't stop thinking about you, why thoughts of you kept racking my brain. I kept pushing away those nagging thoughts but I finally realized I couldn't leave you. I wanted to work things out; wanted to trust you and our love.

Khushi...

Do you remember when I was watching you the day before the wedding when you were preparing to feed all those guests? I watched you as you gave orders to the cook; I was mesmerized by you. You were setting the table and you looked absolutely adorable in your yellow, no orange outfit, was it? All I know was my eyes couldn't leave you and then you looked up at me. Our breaths caught, didn't they? You felt it too...I saw that slight smile on your face.

Khushi...

I struggle to touch you but am restrained. Is it really you, I ask? Are you really here or are you in my dreams?

The second most difficult day of my life was not celebrating with you and my family, my dead mother's birthday, you know the first- the death of my parents. I always had to go away. Running from my reality but it is you Khushi who has softened my reality. I was coming back to you. I wasn't going to London. I wanted to work things out.

But they took me. Kidnapped.

Why? I don't know.

Khushi...

All I know is that as I sit here in this chair, in the darkness with lights strobing through the window, the smell of must in my nares, tightly gripping your pom pom, is that I love you.

These may be my last words.

Khushi...

I struggle to touch you but am restrained. Is it really you, I ask? Are you really here or are you in my dreams?

As I struggle to touch you, you answer me...

It IS a dream, Arnav,

It IS a dream,

And you disappear.

Letters to follow...

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