ArHi FF:Kismat Se Tum PART 6-pg 16|April 2 2012 - Page 9

Originally posted by: -Saibo-

O my! This is a beautiful story! I read a novel about this subject, but in it the two girls survived and their father who wanted them was murdered. She was kicked out of the house... The subject is just revolting.

Originally posted by: arnavforever

I know i am so sorry but i will try my best to continue it. I just want a flawless piece because it has very precious moments so i need time to write it down carefully. Plus i have finals next week.

Thank you all for your patience !😛

I am really sorry!

Part 5

Note:

Khushi: No! please. We have been through enough! I don't want to worsen the situation.

Arnav: No. I don't want to hear anything. We are going to Raizada Mansion. You need rest and just get this is in your mind straight'. we are going and you cannot stop me.

Doctor thought: This is guy is so awkward. Few hours ago he was crying and now he is so angry. Must be bipolar!

Khushi: But

Arnav: When I said we are going, it means we are going!

Khushi thought: you didn't change a bit. But deep down there was a relief that he didn't change. And then she looked at herself, everything changed in her life.

Khushi was silent, she thought: I am just going to go with him and leave from there and go amma, bauji. I will go back to my house. My brother will support me, I know. He loves me; he can't see me in this pain. He will definitely understand what happened to me. Arnav could read her silence. He was sure that she wants to meet her family. But he was quiet. He paid the hospital bill, and after 2 days she was discharged from hospital but she still needed bed rest. Before leaving, doctor specifically instructed Arnav to take care of her food, sleep and let her not stress. He promised himself to bring HIS Khushi back! This Khushi was like a dead human with few emotions and almost stone faced. She reacted to nothing. She almost remained quiet, never smiled, but her eyes were wet all the time. She was not able to forget the two poor souls. She could not take out the haunting moments she had with Shyam in last 10 months. Arnav had to deal with her silence, her pain, her loss and most of all he had to calm himself in this process. He had no idea where this would lead to, but he knew his utmost goal is to give Khushi back her identity, self-respect, happiness and her life. Yes, it was difficult. But they had already made their step forward. The shiny black BMW between 2 cars on front and back stopped in front of the mansion. The mansion was nothing like any others. It was a contemporary gothic architecture. It had a touch of extreme aristocracy and elite lifestyle to it. It pertained to THE Arnav Singh Raizada's personality. He was no ordinary businessman. He was the multi-billionaire known in the world. Why in the world was he canceling his millions of dollars worth meetings for this divorced, weak, ordinary girl? This man was extraordinary. He could have been enjoying his life now; he could have kept billions of mistresses. But he chose not to. He was unlike other men of his age and status. He was never aroused by anyone except Dr. Khushi. He never looked at any other girl. For him, his sister Anjali was important; but most of all Khushi matter the most. He almost forgot what happened 10 months ago. He chose not to talk about it and bury it in his heart. Khushi was lost in her shattered world that she didn't realize that she was in front of his mansion. He opened the car door for her, and helped her walk in the enormous building. Her touch was still the same as it was before. Shyam may have snatched her happiness and her respect which was dictated by the so called double standards of the brutal society; but he was never able to touch her soul, her innocence, her purity, her aura. It remained there intact for someone else to admire! Sigh the irony of this world, Khushi lost everything yet she didn't. The house management staff was ordered by Arnav to take care of Khushi 24/7. The head of all the staff was a very nice old man. Arnav used to call him "chacha", which was something much unexpected from his side as he was brought up in London according to the most lavish, British lifestyle. From his mannerism to his style of clothing was of an elegant, suave, elite Englishman.

Chacha angrily scolded two of the staff members who started the gossip about Khushi and Arnav living together. Yes this was a huge change and a storm upcoming in Khushi's life as she was living in the house of this ruthless business magnate for no "legit" reason. Their relationship had no name.

Arnav noticed that Khushi was wearing a spare shalwar kameez that doctor gave her to change into. She was slightly uncomfortable in it. Because it was not her style, it was not her size, the kameez didn't fit her, rather it was sagging around her chest, which was disturbing for her; he called for Anjali. He asked Anjali to buy some clothes for Khushi, and everything else that a girl needs. He also asked her to not tell Khushi that he bought it for her; rather Anjali will tell Khushi that she bought it for her as younger sister. Arnav knew how headstrong Khushi is. He admired her self-respect.

Anjali, on the other hand, was a bubbly 18 year old girl who was very different from Khushi. She refrained from wearing extra revealing clothes in front of her elder brother but did not mind wearing them. She had no idea about Khushi's wearing style. From the 80 designer suits that Anjali bought for Khushi, atleast half of them had their necks way too big. She bought the most expensive stuff that Khushi could ever think of.

Everything was arranged for Khushi In a very orderly manner. Her room had every facility. It was right across from Arnav's room. There was a gap of a big hallway in between these two rooms. She was laying on the most comfortable mattress when there was a knock on her door. It was Anjali, with staff members bringing in around 80 suits, plus all other necessary items. Khushi was dumbstruck at the sight. She was overwhelmed by the extravagance that ran in Raizada's blood. It was more than enough for her. She never dreamt of all this.

Khushi: Anjali, omg what was the need for all this?

Anjali: Khushi, it's a gift for my elder sister. I never had one, so I see one in you. Please accept it and get ready for dinner tonight. I am home, bhai is coming too, so we all three will have dinner together.

Arnav entered the mansion.

Khushi: What should I wear, you bought so many! How about this pink?

Anjali: No,no keep it for some other day, wear this red one, you will look hot!

Khushi remembered how Shyam used to scan through channels to get a sight of hot girls.

Khushi: No, not red'.

Anjali: Why not?

Khushi: Red is out of my life.

Anjali: What? Not able to comprehend what she meant. Red was the color of love, marital bliss for Khushi. None of which were in her life anymore.

Please, please you will look good!

Arnav passed by, and heard her "please please"..

Arnav: Good evening. What is going on?

Anjali: Look, she is not wearing that red dress!

Arnav smiled at the amount of dresses and other accessories, and thought to himself: Anjali you are truly my sister!

Arnav: Khushi, wear it! You will look good.

Khushi: okay.

Khushi was trying the dress, it fit her body perfectly, hugging her curves and showing some hints of cleavage. She covered herself by open dupatta.

Anjali gets a call from someone who calls her to the restaurant. She excuses herself from the dinner, and tells Arnav that she is going outside with her friends.

Arnav realizes Khushi shouldn't be going here and there and is about to order housekeeping to bring the food in Khushi's room when Khushi turns up in the big hall, slowly walking.

Arnav is mesmerized at the sight: A plain, ordinary girl in shalwar kameez, with almost no makeup, no glamour, yet she looked like the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. What was it about her? Though he being a keen observer, observed how she turned into a young mature woman. He glanced at the womanly curves and realized the difference. Khushi caught him staring at her, and got very nervous.

While the servant kept saying: Sir, Sir, Sir'..

Arnav: Hmm

Khushi: I am here, I can walk, and Arnav please don't make this a hospital. I am a doctor too.

Arnav: Ok. Lets have some dinner.

Precap: Arnav Khushi moments'..