SS: wind beneath their wings! updated pt 4 pg 15 - Page 11

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Note: Buaji does not know that Arnav was underneath the blanket otherwise for definite we would have had her fainting on them or actually shushing Arnav out of the house with a rolling pin. She just thinks happily that payal is under the blanket and has blessed both Arnav and Khushi unknowingly.


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Previous parts
Part 1: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/2659543/ss-wind-beneath-their-wings-updated-pt-4-pg-15
Part 2: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/2659543/ss-wind-beneath-their-wings-updated-pt-4-pg-15?pn=9
Part 3: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/2659543/ss-wind-beneath-their-wings-updated-pt-4-pg-15?pn=10


Part 4

Arnav heard the door shut and yet he laid still. His arms still around Khushi and holding on to her tightly. His head still resting on her back. Neither one of them moved for what seemed like eternity. Both perfectly still ' he under the blanket, she mostly under though her face remained about the blanket.

Finally, she lifted the blanket off him and turned carefully with her back resting on the bed. "I'm sorry Arnavji."

Arnav lifted his head and rested it the pillow so that he was now looking directly at Khushi. "For what Khushi?"

"For everything. For you being in this position, for having to listen to buaji. For not listening to you earlier so that you could leave. For you seeing my face when you did not want to."

She started sobbing. She closed her eyes. He hated her. That's why he did not want to kiss her in Diwali. That's why he did not want to see her face and yet, whilst she was listening to buaji speak, she knew deep down she was madly in love with him. Who knew that khushi would fall in love with the guy she called lard governor.

She did not know about him carrying her after the guest house incident but he was there to rescue her. She had asked devi mayaa to send someone to help, and she sent him.

Even the car park incident, yes he put her there, but he rescued her too.

The goons incident ' he fought them without a care about what if they had hurt him. She shuddered at the thought. What if they had hurt him? She would have died. She would have died if anything happened to him whilst they were in the kitchen and he had his fainting spell. Or when he nearly fell off the stool and would have hurt himself in someway. And the day when he hurt himself by cutting himself by accident in the garden. With all the blood pouring and him refusing to even let her touch him. Was she that bad?! Her sobs increased. She was definitely madly and hopelessly in love with him; but he did not feel that way for her. He did not want to even dance with her. Why? Why?

"Why? Arnavji?" she opened her eyes. Did she just speak that out loud? Devi Mayaa please no. He was going to be more angry and then the taunts would begin.

"Why what Khushi?" his voice gentle

"Forget it."

"No tell me. Why what Khushi?"

"Why do you hate me? I know I'm not of the same status. I know I'm not educated like you. I'm too Indian, too down class compared to you. I talk too much all the time and granted sometimes I don't really know what I'm talking about. But is that a reason to hate me?" she glanced at him and then at the stars above her bed. Why amma and babuji, does the only guy I'm in love with hate me so much. "Am I that despicable that you don't want to even see my face especially in new year?"

"You didn't want to see my face either Khushi. I could ask you the same question." He watched her, mesmerised by her beauty, her simpleness, her kindness and her childishness. Everything that he actually wasn't. Why was he not leaving when he had a chance to go?

"I asked you first." She spoke.

They both lay on the bed, next to each other. With his arms still around her and her hand resting on his arms. Both staring at each other, occasional glances towards the ceiling and both in their own thoughts. Neither one making any attempts to move.

Finally, Arnav spoke, breaking the silence. "I don't hate you Khushi. I may have at the start. But I didn't understand you then and thought that you were like all the girls I knew. Only interested in money and status and nothing more. I was wrong." He smiled. Okay another list of errors to add to the list. That would be error 3 ' he misjudged Khushi.

"Go on." She nudged, a smile slowly developing in the corner of her mouth.

"There's nothing to go on about. I don't hate you."

"But you don't like me though?"

He thought for a moment. He didn't know the answer or actually it was slowly dawning on him the answer. His body had been telling him for ages but he was not listening.

Error 4. ' he failed to listen to himself.

This was certainly turning out to be an excellent new year. The realisation that ASR sometimes got it wrong! Well he guess then he was only human and not god! At least, he was man enough to recognise he was wrong. His eyes darted towards Khushi. And boy was he very wrong with regards to Khushi.

"Now is your turn to answer Khushi. What about you? I thought you hated me?" part of him hurt as he stated that.

"What gave you that idea?"

"You always fight with me. You are rude. At times you ignore me. You don't seem to laugh with me like you do NK. You are always tensed when I'm around but seem calm and relax with NK." He voiced his thoughts without thinking. He was too tired and censoring himself seemed more hardwork. Since they seemed to be heading towards being honest with each other, he might as well start.

She smiled and then giggled slightly.

"What the?"

"I don't hate you Arnavji."

"But you do dislike me? You cant stand me. That's why you said that you didn't want to see my face in the new year."

"You said it too."

Check mate. Will they call it truce? He did not know. Again they laid in silence, staring at the make believe stars above her bed. He wondered what her parents and his would say, watching them like this.

"I'm sorry Khushi." He spoke, his voice tender.

"For what Arnavji." She turned to face him, careful that his arms were still around her.

"For being the first person you saw in New Years. You wanted to see NK's and I ruined it. I should have been more careful and kept my phone and then this would not have happened."

Her smile disappeared. "Did you truly not want to see me?" she finally asked. Her eyes glistened with moisture. "What a silly question. Of course you didn't. That's why you had said that yesterday. It was my fault. I should not have been out distributing jalebi's. then this would not have happened."

"Why were you out distributing jalebis anyway. In this hour? What if you had got hurt?"

"I wouldn't have. Besides, if I was hurt, I would manage somehow, I suppose. Would it affect you?" again she asked softly, hoping for something yet expecting nothing.

She continued to watch him. He tensed but did not answer. What was she expecting ' yes khushi, I would be hurt because what?! He liked her? he loved her. she was now starting to delude herself. She watched him as his eyes flickered sideways. His jaw clenched but he remained silent.

"I was angry today or rather yesterday. So I made jalebis. I do that. I make jalebis when I'm angry." She shared. She didn't like when he was silent. She didn't mind his taunts and shouts but silence, she struggled with. It was as though he had intentially shut her out and she hated that. Even when he was angry and grabbed her roughly or tightly, they were connected somehow. She could fight back and ensure they would be connected but silence ' what does one do with silence?! Especially when he was silent. She couldn't bear it. That's why she shared with him things that she wouldn't tell anyone. She wanted them to be connected on some level somehow. She now understood herself.

She watched him intently as his eyes glanced back at hers.

"I also make jalebis when I'm puzzled at things or not sure what to do."

"Do you distribute them or just eat them like you were munching on when you first came in." he asked, not sure where this was leading to but grateful for the distraction. Would it affect him if she got hurt? Of course it would. It was self evident. The past was full of evidence and proof in itself. But why? He cared for her, he now realised. But again why?

"Both ' I made too much today, so buaji and ammaji thought it a good idea to distribute them to the neighbours. I suppose it is nice to have sweets to welcome the new year." Her thoughts returned to him and his diabetes. A little sweet wouldn't hurt. She would need to learn somehow somewhere a recipe to make jalebis without sugar ' there must be a way so that he could enjoy some. Immediately she had a flash back of her taunts at him having diabetes and Payal and Akash's drinks do. She felt bad.

"Arnavji, I'm sorry for taunting you regarding your diabetes at the party. I know it was mean. I was just angry that you did not want me there. I really did not want to come. It was pestering from buaji."

"You did make NK's night. He definitely wanted you there."

"But you didn't." she answered again barely a whisper.

What did that mean? Arnav thought. Did she like NK or didn't she? Part of him was feeling lighter, hoping. Hoping for what though? Arnav was feeling frustrated. Everytime he asked himself a question, each time he did not know. And he hated not knowing.

"Did you make jalebis that night?"

"I'm not sure. I must have. I make jalebis almost everynight if we meet during the day. Sometimes because I'm angry that you have upset me, I'm upset that I upset you, I'm confused because I don't know what happened between us, 'yes, almost everytime except on Diwali night, that was too painful." She took a deep breath. Forget it Khushi. "But almost every other night, you will definitely find jalebis in this house. No wonder buaji thinks I'm a nuisance. Can you imagine how much we are paying for sugar, flour, besan and oil. All for jalebis and I don't even have a sweetshop anymore. What a waste!"

She looked at him and realised that maybe she had told him too much. Well she reasoned that she was already in love with him and he had already said no. Not literally but in his actions. So sharing how she felt actually made no difference to him but it made her feel better and lighter. It was nice to finally get it off her chest.

"I'm sorry for Diwali night. I shouldn't have come too close."

"Then why did you Arnavji?"

Again silence. What was with him and silence. He was going to kill her with his silence. Was that his plan after all. For the first time that night, it dawned on her the ridiculousness of their position. Why were they still lying there when he did not want to be here. Was he feeling sorry for her? She didn't need any pity from him. Her self pity was enough. She consciously moved her hands of his arms and edged away from his hold onto the edge of the bed.

"You should go. Buaji is already asleep." She spoke as her insides died for his touch. Control self Khushi. He does not like you.

"Yes, you are right." he swung his legs off the bed and rested it onto the floor. Why was it difficult for him to tear himself away?

Khushi could feel the heaviness in her eyes. Devi Mayaa what do you want from me? What do you want from us? Please help me. Please. I give up. I stay away from him and it hurts. I stay around him but he does not acknowledge me ' it hurts. I fight with him ' it hurts. I try and distract myself in the pretense of enjoying other people's company ' it hurts. It hurts whatever I do. So what do I do?! Or am I destined to make jalebis for the rest of my life?! Please help me Devi Maya. Please. She felt her inside shatter to a zillionth pieces.

As soon as she voiced the last please, the lights went off and drowned the room in complete darkness. Khushi jumped towards Arnav and grabbed his arm "please don't leave me. Its dark and I'm afraid of the darkness. Please."

Arnav turned and watched her holding onto him for dear life. He placed his arms around her and immediately comforted her. "I'm not going anyway Khushi. I'm here OK?"

"Promise?" she hugged him.

He moved back on to the bed and wrapped the blanket onto khushi and himself. Buaji was right. it was starting to get cold. Or was he warm earlier from her warmth.

"Promise me Arnavji, you wont ever leave me please" Khushi continued to hold on to him tightly.

"How can I Khushi?" he whispered. "Wouldn't that be wrong especially now that NK is in the picture."

"What's with you and NK?!" Khushi struggled to hide her anger. "Anytime I say anything ' its NK this and NK that? Why do you think its NK I want? Or is there something going on between you and NK that I should be aware of?"

"You laugh with him, you are comfortable with him. You dance with him." he retorted back.

"Only because you wont dance with me."

"I wont dance with you because I don't like dancing. Its nothing to do with you."

"Not seeing my face?"

"You said it first."

"Not wanting me at the party?"

"You were going to ruin it with your Indian theme."

"Getting engaged?"

"You got engaged too."

"Yes, but you had a huge role in it."

"Me?! How?" Khushi blasted. This was now being ridiculous. He was being ridiculous. Instead of comforting her regarding her fear of darkness, he was annoying her.

"As far as I remember, you kept convincing La that marriage was the thing. I had even let her go. When it was you, Khushi Kumari Gupta that came into the office asking me to take her back, with that teary eyes. And you must already know, I cannot say no to you when you are upset or tearful. So me getting engage is all to do with you." Arnav felt satisfied. That did make sense.

Khushi thought quietly. That was true. He always did things for her whenever she was upset, even though part of the time, he was the cause of it. But she was not going to admit defeat or take responsibility for any faults. she was innocent. Unlike him.

"Not kissing me during Diwali?" Khushi squeezed her eyes tight. That wasn't suppose to come out.

He studied her. "Khushi, should I have kissed you then?" He watched as Khushi still kept her eyes shut. "I didn't want to stop until the blasted phone rang and then I saw your face and realised that you didn't want me, you hated me."

"I don't hate you. I'm in love with you, you twat. How blind can you be?! Why do you think I was devastated when you announced your engagement? What you thought it was tears of happiness? The man that I was in love with, finally was making a move and then leaving me to announce his engagement with someone else."

"Wait. What?! But didn't you say it did not make a difference or matter that I was engaged"

"Didn't you say that I meant nothing to you during Diwali and then went and got engaged?"

They both stared at each other and then it dawned on both of them. Or actually it dawned on Khushi earlier but it was now beginning to dawn on Arnav what he was feeling and Khushi's heart beat lighter, realising that Arnav may feel the same for her as she for him. There was hope.

Yes they started off hating each other. But somewhere somehow, hatred changed and the seed of affection, care, love was planted. How? Why? By Whom? they didnt know. But it just happened. Things that they felt were initially annoying and irritating habits in the other were now the things that they longed for every moment. They had fallen in love. It was just that they were constantly fighting that realisation all along. There was no NK or La, it was just a part of them that couldn't accept how love could happen to both of them and that too with each other. They were imperfectly perfect for each other.

Arnav pulled her close to him and his eyes studied hers. He ran his fingers gently across her cheeks.

"I'm sorry Khushi. I've been a fool. I don't know why I behave a certain way with you Khushi. I truly don't mean too. My intentions are completely different but then something happens and I lash out at you. But I also lash out at myself Khushi. I don't ever mean to hurt you. I just want you to be happy and think you cant be happy with me because of the way I am and the way you are. I don't care about class, education and anything like that. I'm such a miserable person ' a Lard Governor and you are always happy. How can you want me? But then I can't stand you with anyone either. Not even the idiot NK. Can you believe that? I'm jealous of my own cousin NK. What a mess I have become?! And I'm so glad you broke your engagement with Shyam or whatever his name. you don't know how much it hurt when you said you were getting engaged and didn't seem to realise the impact of me in it" he confessed. He couldn't hold it back anymore. He was just so tired and exhausted.

Khushi smiled. She said a silent prayer of thanks to Devi Mayaa. He may not say how he truly felt but what he had just said was more than enough for her.

"You don't love NK?"

She shook her head. She ran her fingers across his chest.

"or your fianc, Shyam?"

"Ex-fiance." she shook her head again. Her fingers crept higher as she allowed her self to explore him further, gently along his neck. She now had the right to.

"You don't hate me?"

she nodded.

"you don't dislike me either?"

she nodded.

"you actually love me? After all that I have done?"

she nodded and her smile grew wider.

"you definitely don't have something most people do?"

Her eyebrows furrowed. "What?" she tried to remove her fingers from his cheeks but he places his hands on top of them, and kept them there.

"The things between their two ears."

"What?"

"Brains!" he smirked

"You are insulting me? Now?! What the" Immediately he placed a finger on her lips to silence her.

"That's my phrase. What the. Though lately you seem to use it more that I do."

She mouthed a sorry.

"Its ok. I have enough brains for both of us." He smirked.

"You are definitely an arrogant lard governor aren't you." She hit him on the chest.

"Ouch."

"Did I hurt you Arnavji? I didn't mean to." She massaged his chest.

Arnav placed his hand on hers and rested it above her heart.

"Its true that I may have more common sense than you Khushi but you certainly have more heart." He whispered as he edged closer towards her, holding his lips barely above hers.

"You have a heart too Arnavji. Its just you have a huge fortress around it, but it is there. I have seen it when you do some amazingly kind things without expecting anything in return" She whispered. Her heart beat racing.

"How did you get through though Khushi?"

"I don't know. And I actually don't care. Arnavji? Can I ask you something for my new year present?"

"Anything."

"Just kiss me and put me out of my misery. Please."

He smiled. He cupped her face gently and moved closer until his lips initially rested onto hers. It tasted so sweet. He needed more but he moved back to study her.

"Are you sure this is what you want Khushi? I am what you want? I can walk away now Khushi but after this I don't think I could. I would be in way too deep"

She nodded. "Arnavji, at least you have a choice. I'm already in too deep."

He moved closer and just as he was about to place his lips onto hers for the 2^nd time, his phone began to ring. Her eyes opened wide.

"Phone at this time? Again?! Hai Devi Mayaa ' are you trying to kill me? Quick Arnavji find the phone before Buaji wakes up ' please."

They both searched for his phone. Where was the blasted phone?! It continued to ring. Arnav followed the source of the faint illumination and found his phone underneath the pillow. He looked at the caller ID and decided that one of his new year resolution was to kill the caller.

He showed the phone to Khushi. "See, your NK! This is not my fault. This is now yours."

"Me?! How is it mine. He is your cousin and he is calling you?!" Khushi huffed. She was going to kill NK the next time she saw him.

She edged away when she felt Arnav's arms circled her waist and pulled her close.

"Where do you think you are going?"

"Arent you going to answer the phone."

"No."

"Please. It may be something important." Khushi asked though inside she was beaming that he still wanted to be with her and not leave, like Diwali night.

"I dont care." he allowed his lips to caress her neck.

"He could be hurt?"

"He deserves it." his lips snaked up her neck moving across her jaw.

Khushi placed her hands on his chest, partly to try and push him away and partly to stabilise herself.

"He could be calling because something happened to Anjaliji." she whispered.

Arnav immediately moved back and stared at her. He placed his hand into his trouser pocket and picked up his bluetooth device, placing it in his ear. If she wanted him to take the call, he would but that did not mean that he would stop exploring her either. Thanks to hands free technology. He smiled.

"What is it you want? Its past midnight. NK make it important."

That's it for this Part. Sorry for it being truly looong but did not want to be cruel and make it two parts.

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Great Updatee! Please PM me when you next update. 😳

wow excellent one. loved all the convo between buaji and kushi.
aww finally arnav knows what he needs to know .

best was she is hurt if she is not with him, but his indifference hurt her more . aww so true 👏

oh how i wish something like this would happen on the show.. u have written this part so well.

lovvved it!! the court scene was 🤣🤣
n Arnav-Khushi in the blanket 😳😳😍😍
now that buaji has gone, waiting to see their interaction/reaction 😊

This was FAB! Waiting for the next update! Loved it! I hope the CV's learn something from this scene you have written!

very very nice..loved it..