The Contract of Hearts (Last Part Updated Pg.97) - Page 27

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The Contract of Hearts: A FF (Continued)

Part XVI: IN THE DEPTHS OF HIS HEART

"Okay now I think I have to get going!" Arnav remarked to Khushi, waking up from the sweet dream in which both of them were lost.

"It's still raining! And you do look a perfect mess! I'll bring you a towel and some dry clothes." Khushi replied. "You can go after it stops raining."

"All right!" agreed Arnav slumping down into the sofa. He was terribly exhausted with the day's events. Lethargy and laziness had set in by this time.

Khushi took the candle he had lit along with her inside her room and came out with a towel and a grey coloured kurtha pyjama, courtesy her deceased phuphaji's.

"Do I have to wear that bed sheet?" Arnav asked laughing a loud throated laugh.

"Yes! And for your kind information it is not a bed sheet but Phuphaji's clothes" Khushi miffed with his remarks. The old man would have been turning in his grave to hear those comments on his dressing sense while it was really irking the fashion tycoon, ASR, to wear an obnoxious garment like the one KKG held before his eyes.

Having no option, Arnav swallowed his pride and changed into those antique garments not worn for ages together by anybody.

"Now time for some Kaada making or else you will catch cold!" Khushi said sternly.

"If I knew I would have all this waiting for me if I came here, I would have stayed back at Singapore", said Arnav who disliked this bitter drink to the core.

Even in his childhood whenever he got wet in the rain, his mother would twist his ears and make him gulp down that drink. "Tum bilkul meri Ma jaisi ho!" Arnav spoke after a long pause.

Those days when he would not sleep without hearing his bed-time story--------the sweet lullaby his mother sang caressing him and rocking him to sleep-------her annoyed expression whenever his teachers reported about his bunking the school to watch the noon show of Amitab Bachan's movie-----------how he loved to eat pani puri at Annaji's stall beside his school-----------the numerous festivities in his ancestral house where his mother had a tough time in preventing him from touching the prasad she had prepared as Bhog---------old memories came crowding one after the other.

"You never told me any of this!" Khushi quite surprised. "How come you never told me any of this? And if I remind you of your mother, why did you use to hate me when we first met?"

"Because she left me when I needed her the most!" Arnav replied "I blame her for everything I lost! My childhood------my innocence-------my belief--------my faith! I grew up too early in life! I feel afraid to love-------------" his voice trailing off leaving the sentence unfinished.

Khushi felt a lump in her throat. She now knew why he was like this! She would give him everything he had lost in life! She would bring back the beauty of that childhood without its pain!

(To be continued with ASR and KKG to meet MSK and Geet at Singapore for Sparkles 2011)

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