Ppl I am sorry I said last Sat and its 7 days since then. Its just I was too busy. I wrote it and did not get the chance to post it.
Thanks for all your comments totally loved them. Keeps me smiling in sad times. PART 12 (A)
Khushi, talk to me Dammit! Say something. React. Khushi... Please" His voice had pushed her into the abyss she had tried to avoid for so long. His broken voice, the pain and the pleading, it was not him. He was hurting. The memories ran in her brain one after the other in a never ending reel. Her going away, her babuji, the truth, his protectiveness, his broken form, his apology, him standing on the porch of her Delhi house, broken; and in all of this a constant music of Her words.
Everyone lost something or the other once or twice, a thing that they desired the most. Maybe more but not everything. She lost everything.
Three months and her world stood just where it has been before. No where. The scenes kept on shifting, one nightmare after the other but the night did not end.
She lost her parents. She found a new family.
She got comfortable with the new family...
She lost their trust, their love and care.
She won the trust back...
She lost them. She have to loose them. It tore her apart.
She found love...
She saw him announcing his engagement to someone else.
She lost her first love... Her Prince.
She valued and respected herself.
She had been humiliated in front of the world by the person she had tried to protect.
She loved to eat and smile. Be happy. She was Khushi.
Her smile had been stolen and her ever present hunger subsided by the hateful words directed at her self respect.
She had held onto her respect, she cherished it like every person and more.
She Lost everything she desired...
Love, trust, family, security, home, friends... Mostly everything.
Today, she could not add more people to the list. Unsure whether she would be able to bare it, unsure of how her life would turn out to be. Scared of how destiny would find an irreparable form of separation from the people she cherished. She was the Grim, an ill omen.
Each word She had uttured had stabbed her like a knife, they were not so different after all, she thought. Each venomous taunt and erroneous conclusion had left her respect tarnished and her heart in taters. Her coldness and aloofness believing in that vile creature rather than evidence and her lack of regret at what she had done had killed her. The woman she has respected and taken like her own sister, protected her, tried to reinstate happiness at the cost of her life had no trust her. She had failed to give her a benefit of doubt even when the evidence screamed in her face. She had confirmed one fact in her tirade, not only was she a Raizada but she was also Jha.
Hundred of words had been flung at her, each hitting a mark on her heart, while Anjali Raizada Jha's final words left an impression on her brain.
Stay away from my Chote.
She had done just that. Her final sacrifice for a person she had counted as a sister.
With Anjali she had shared her happiness, tried to fulfill her wishes, spent time, shared sorrows, played pranks; she had also left her home to keep Anjali's family intact.
Giving up her fairytale love was her final tribute.
She curled up besides her Babuji, her only comfort as Anjali's words echoed in her ears.
How dare you touch my brother. Get your dirty hands off him.
I trusted you and counted on you and you did this? Not only are you playing with my brother's life, you tried to use my husband!!! How could you.
They had waited for five days after the revelation before trying to explain to Anjali. Five days to pull up courage to shatter someone's world with a few words. Five days so that Jiji could be married happily. Five days of just him and her in La's house and five days had been too long.
Arnav had stayed with Khushi for five days, caring for her, tending to her it had been the best days of her life. The memory of five days with which she would live.
How could you use your filthy plans to brake my family. I will never let you succeed.
You blamed my husband and used him to dupe my brother. How dare you?
"Anjaliji..." She had tried to protest.
Ssshhh... No more stories Khushiji. You can fool Chote, you cannot fool me.
"Di - listen to me."
No Chote, she used your Jeejaji to get to your heart. She is a swindling, conniving wh**e.
She prays on money only. I cannot believe I brought a wh**e in house.
"DIII..." Arnav's voice echoed through the silent passages of the Raizada Mansion. He could not never have dreamt his sister using these words. But she had...
He is lying. Di try to understand.
No, you understand she is playing with you.
"I understand everything." He had said with a conviction that startled everyone present. Khushi stared at him through her tears, unable to understand the tone of his voice.
A fraction of a second later, Arnav lunged at Shyam's neck. Punching his face repeatedly, banging his face on the marble floor, trying to avenge everything.
"Chote, stop what are you doing. He is innocent."
No, Di. He is everything but that. He hurt my Khushi and you. I will kill him.
His words penetrated Anjali's brain slowly, registering and igniting a rage worse than previously. All hell broke loose then.
You stole my Chote away from me. She raised her hand to strike Khushi's tear stained face but someone held her hand.
"No Di, both Khushi and ASR are right." La stood in front of Khushi protecting her. She had returned after calling Arjun. He was required NOW. Arnav placed himself in front of Khushi as well and held her hand while Shyam laid on the floor unconscious.
If you choose her, you will loose me Chote.
His moment of indecision had conveyed everything to Khushi.
She freed her hand from his grasp and walked out of RM with a conviction of never returning again.
Stay away from my Chote, she had heard Anjali call out behind her and she had done just that.
Nani had stood transfixed on her spot while Mamaji had been missing in action. Mamiji stood behind Anjali, supporting her without an inkling of what was passing. Jiji and Jiju had left for their honeymoon.
Khushi wiped her tears and made a new resolution. She would be herself again, she had spent enough time crying, it was time to be Khushi.
Precap:
Khushi's Point of View:
From the past fifteen days her acidity had returned. She was nervous always, her gut told her something was wrong, very wrong. She ignored the feeling first, but her anxiety continued to grow. The past week had been intolerable, it felt like a bit of her was at war within her, dying.
Ok ppl here's a deal...
I have already written the next part but I want to know what you think before I post it.
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Devilways😈
P.S. Hope to cu soon.😊
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Edited by Devilways - 13 years ago
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