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"Khushi, how dare you!" The cold words were said with such hatred, that they sent ice running though Khushi's veins
No, no, not him too. How could this situation get from bad to worse? The hand that was tight on her wrist told her all she needed to know. He thought the worst of her. His utterance had dashed her hopes. Why, why can't you trust me?
"Arnav-ji, this isn't what it looks like!" She said desperately.
"Oh? So you weren't in the process of marrying my Jiju? Your actions speak loud and clear Khushi. Clearer than your words ever could! It's lucky that I got here in time to stop you." ASR was in his full accusation mode but then something happened.
Arnav pulled her close to him, he couldn't help himself, he had to know.
"How could you Khushi? Is this what you really want? You wanted what he could provide for you, even if it meant marrying him, a married man." His vulnerability showed through his whispered words, that only she could hear.
"Arnav-ji, I'" But Khushi never got to finish.
The cocking of a gun cut through the moment.
Khushi and Arnav looked in the direction it had come from.
Shyam stood behind the Pundit with a gun to his head.
"You will not stop this wedding Saleh-saab. I and Khushi-ji love each other and we are getting married. If you try to stop us, this man loses his life. Do you understand?"
Shyam's words confirmed what he had thought. Arnav looked down at Khushi who was shaking her head, saying no in response to Shyam's declaration, but he couldn't believe her. Arnav was disgusted at the thought that it was all true. Khushi wanted Shyam for her husband and was willing to go through this farce of a marriage ceremony, until he had turned up. But now he was here, he would never let that happen.
First, thing he had to do was get his unhinged brother-in-law away from the terrified holy man, who was still praying mantra's under his breath.
Arnav nudged Khushi away from him, taking an unconscious protective stance in front of her. His body accepted what his mind didn't want to acknowledge. That he felt the need to keep her safe.
God, his sister had unknowingly married this rakshas. He could only think how heart broken she would be if she found out, she would be inconsolable. The slime meant everything to her and she believed she couldn't live without him.
As he moved to take a cautious step towards Shyam, the other man pointed the gun in his direction.
"I don't think so Saleh-Saab. I don't want to have kill you. Only, Anjali-ji wouldn't like it. And I still need to keep her happy. She is after all my first wife."
"I'll rip you into shreds long before I let you near her again!" Arnav took another step towards the cheating toad.
"I meant what I said. I will kill you if you get any closer" Shyam had murder in his eyes. All his cards were on the table and he had nothing to hide behind. Now the truth about him had come out, he would have his Khushi no matter the consequences.
Arnav was beyond listening. He only wanted to tear the man in front of him limb from limb. It was if he had tunnel vision, he could only see his intended target, disregarding Khushi standing anxiously behind him and the petrified man in Shyam's grasp.
"Stop Saleh-saab," Arnav gave no indication he had heard the crazed man.
Shyam pulled the trigger of the gun.
Khushi let out a blood curdling scream.
"Arnav-ji!!!"
Dev tackled an unsuspecting Shyam, just as the bullet was released from the barrel of the gun. Arnav staggered back as the it hit him, Khushi caught him as he slumped to the ground.
"Arnav-ji! Arnav-ji! Are you ok? Arnav-ji!" It took Khushi everything she had to not shake him, an action that would aggravate his injury. Devi-Mayya! Please don't let his life be in danger!
Arnav had his eyes squeezed shut, trying to bear the pain of being shot in the shoulder, his right hand came to stop the flow of blood where the bullet had nicked him.
Dev had been creeping up on the Shyam and Arnav had tried to keep his attention directed towards him, but Dev, the imbecile, had been a second too late in pouncing on him.
Arnav opened his eyes and saw Khushi looking at him tearfully, his head lay in her lap and her hands tenderly cupped his face. Her facial expression was one of relief at the fact that he was alert. Was she relieved that his life wasn't in any serious danger or that her lover hadn't added murder to his list of sins?
Arnav couldn't tell anymore.
It was as if history was repeating itself. His mind wandered to the day of his sisters wedding, when the truth had come out about his fathers' misdeeds.
His mother had been happily bustling around trying to get everything ready for the big day, but then she had shown up.
His father's mistress.
A low class, grasping woman with delusions of grandeur had turned up to ruin the happy occasion. He had heard shouting coming from his parent's room, his mother arguing with an unfamiliar woman.
He had been young and cowardly back then, staying outside the closed door to the room, even though his gut was telling that he should intervene, that something was wrong. In the next second he had hear it, a single gunshot and then silence. As if the bullet had sucked all sound from the room.
His father had come running then and on seeing him, found out from Arnav all he could scrape together. His father had sent him to get help and had entered the room himself. As Arnav ran down the hallway he heard another two shots.
What should have been a joyful day for the whole family had turned into a bloodbath. His father couldn't control his lust and both he and his mother had paid the ultimate price. And that woman had avoided suffering the consequences by ending her own life.
It turned out she had had enough of waiting for his father to divorce his wife and marry her, to give her the lifestyle and the riches she thought she had deserved. In the end, she had thought to get rid of her only obstacle, his mother. In her unbalanced mind, she seen nothing wrong with killing her rival or maybe she hadn't thought things through. He couldn't guess at what was the truth, he only knew the result.
His image of his father had been forever tarnished and both he and his mother were gone forever. He didn't know how he had had the willpower to calmly sit there during their death anniversary every year and not rip the portrait of them in two. His mother shouldn't be in the same picture as the person who was the cause of her death, even if it was his father.
When Arnav was jolted back to the present, a painful haze still fogged his mind. He could only hear the sound of the scuffle a few feet away, as if it was far off.
Dev had wrested the gun from Shyam without him getting another round off and was in the process of beating the other man into the ground, in the guise of restraining him.
Note to self, deduct Dev's pay for getting me shot and give him a pay rise for delivering immense pain to Jiju. He knew there was a reason he had hired him.
God, he needed to stop referring to him as Jiju, even in his head, but habits were hard to break.
"Arnav-ji, Arnav-ji, can you hear me? Should I go for help?" Khushi said in a panicked voice, bringing his focus back to her.
As he looked at her innocent face above him, he could only remember what had happened to his mother. He was sickened by the thought that Khushi was recreating history by doing the same to his Di.
The last thought forced Arnav to lift his head from her lap. He didn't reply to any of her questions, instead trying to get as far away from her as possible. He stumbled as he got to his feet and she grasped his uninjured arm trying to steady him but he shook her off.
"Arnav-ji" He ignored whisper and focused on the scene before him.
Dev had succeed in beating Shyam into unconsciousness and the pundit sat a few feet away from the pair, still mumbling mantras under his breath, as if in shock. Arnav clutched his injured arm as he took a step forward.
"You need to get some help." Khushi quietly urged from behind him. The blood flowing from his arm had slowed down to a trickle. The blood loss was making him lightheaded but he wasn't going to anything, especially when asked by her, coming from her lying mouth. He swung around to face her.
He just couldn't take it any more.
"That's enough! Stop acting like you care about my wellbeing. I can't stand your dikava. If you really cared about me, or my family, you wouldn't have been trying to break my Di's marriage." He said brutally.
Khushi was once again speechless in the face of his anger. Even if she knew what to say, she wouldn't have known where to start.
"You want a rich husband? That's all you want? Someone with lots of money, anyone would do, right? Fine, I'll give you one but don't say I didn't warn you!" His bloody hand grabbed hers, the one that had rested on his arm moments before, and dragged her to the holy fire.
"Marry us!"
Arnav commanded the pundit, who snapped to attention. The older man didn't hesitate to follow the order. Even without a gun, the man in front of him felt more dangerous the one who had come before him and he knew a fate worse than death would be in store for him, should he try to refuse.
By this time, the pundit, had out of fear, gone over the opening mantras many times already, so gestured for the pair to start the pheras.
Arnav pulled Khushi around the fire, to start the first phera of seven that would bind her to him forever.
Khushi wondered when this nightmare would end. For some reason, what was happening now was so much worse than what had gone before. Maybe because it was a cruel mockery of her greatest happines. In an ideal world, Khushi would have happily married Arnav; it would have been a symbol of their mutual love for each other. But she knew what this was; it was punishment, for her supposed wrongdoings.
"Arnav-ji, you can't do this!" Arnav angrily pulled her to a stop.
"After all the harm you've caused, it's the least you can do. Don't you dare argue with me on this." She felt the bite of his anger in every word he uttered.
Before she could even think to say another word, he was dragging her around the fire again. And then they came to a halt, before she had realised it, the pherai were over.
"It's time for you to put the sindoor in the bride's maang". The pundit said in a quivering voice, while he lifted up the taal of red sindoor for Arnav.
Without hesitation, Arnav reached out with his bloodied hand and took the red powder between his fingers and raised them to drop into her parting. Joining them as one, forever.
"NO!!"
The shout had come from his now conscious Jiju.
"Khushi is mine! Only mine, you can't have her!" Arnav ignored him. Dev had him in hand and with no gun at his disposal, he was harmless. It bought Arnav satisfaction that he would see this, that he would snatch his Khushi away from him.
As Khushi was distracted by Shyam's struggling against the burly man, Arnav took the opportunity to fill her maang.
Khushi felt the mixture of sindoor and blood fill her parting and looked up to see Arnav moving his hand away. A tear dropped as Khushi's closed her eyes, she had resigned herself to her fate.She was so tired, there was no fight left within her.
"No!! It doesn't matter what you do Saleh-saab! She's still mine! She'll always be mine!!" Shyam resisted Dev's hold but couldn't break free.
Arnav reached out to pick up the mangalsutra from the same taal. She was a docile thing, by the time Arnav's hands ghosted around her neck to fix the mangalsutra there, marking her fully as his.
It was done.
They were married.
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