Where Angels Fear to Tread
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Author's Note:
YAAAY!!! I'm back with another Fanfiction to play with my two favorite silver-screen characters.
Speaking of which White Flag -Khushi says to say "Hi!" she says she would come and say "Hello," Herself but that the workaholic I've married her off to just got back from work and she wanted to catch a moment with him alone before Aarush got back from his 'date'. Needless to say she blames me for her son's tendency to stick his hair up on end and smirk when quizzed about the gloss smudges on his collar.
Seriously.
They never stop complaining I write them a break up scene and Arnav gives me death glares because his wifey is reduced to tears, I write them a romance scene and Aarush accuses me of attempting to scar him for life.
No appreciation, from this lot.
Thank god I have you lot who keep pulling me out of the pits of despair they sink me into with their hurtful comments about me prying into their lives.
>sigh<
Anyhow, you know the drill mi amor's.
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Chapter One
-At the Edge of My Soul-
They say behind every successful man is a woman.
One cannot help but wonder, what they say when one man revolutionizes the very definition of success'or more aptly what did they say of the woman behind him.
The woman who had been behind him at least'
His aviators deflecting the cynicism of the world along the harsh light of day, Arnav Singh Raizada, stepped out of the confines of his chauffeur driven limo, and made his way up the steps of the pile of bricks and mortar that had once been 'home'.
The hall echoed with each muted tread of his handmade Italian leather shoes.
Even numb as he was, nothing could make Arnav walk through these walls and not recall how beautifully broken every cloyingly sweet childhood reverie he'd ever had, now stood.
No longer would she be there, laughing on the fringe of his mind, nagging at the remnants of his conscience. Never again would she be there at all.
He walked into the room that had once been his sire's study, tossing his phone on the wide mahogany table and stripping off his suit coat as he let the memories flood his mind. Desperately trying to force himself to feel anything.
But, monster that he was ' he still couldn't shed the tears that ached inside him.
It was as if he had been robbed of that ability, not since that fateful night when he had watched his mother fall to her death, off the balcony of this very house, and watched his sister's dreams shatter as the man she had hoped to spend the rest of her life with walked away in the wake of the ruined tatters his father's duplicity and his mother's subsequent weakness had left them in.
For a while he had thought they'd risen above all of that. He'd thought they were untouchable.
Until the fates decided to prove him wrong.
Yanking off his black silk tie he flung it carelessly over the back of the rich tan chaise.
Clenching his jaw he allowed himself to shut his eyes and remember running around that very chaise in an infantile game of tag, and later walking back into this very room to see a partially nude 'aunty' draped across its length just as his father had been draped across her.
His world as he knew it had ended that day.
Grabbing a decanter of Scottish whiskey off the side counter, he seated himself across from the very same chaise ensuring that he would have an impossible to avoid view of the very thing that would evoke such bitterness in him.
Never let it be said that ASR, did not face his demons.
Besides-
he thought as he uncorked the decanter and poured himself shot after shot of the expensive brew in an attempt to get himself mindlessly drunk, so that he could escape the continuous glare of destruction the god's were determined to visit upon him-
The story would go on, only to lead to this day, where he would be back in this very study faced once again with the tragic deaths that followed the brutal betrayal that followed the illusion of love the females in his family seemed so pointlessly obsessed with.
And yet either way, once more, the world would go on.
It was only hours later, after having dedicatedly gone through most of his father's outrageously well stocked collection of alcoholic beverages that Arnav allowed himself to acknowledge that this time, he truly was alone in the world.
This time ' even the sister he had worshiped had been taken away.
Just as he raised a sloshing glass of his father's favorite bourbon to the heavens in a mock toast, the sound of a door opening reverberated through the colossal museum of a house Not that he cared. He'd dismissed his security team earlier last week, when the news had first broken. He had a sneaking feeling however that Aakash had rehired them, he'd seen a few familiar faces lurking around the corners, and he was quite sure that none of his gardeners had ever been that well built.
Right now though he really didn't care - He'd dismiss them tomorrow.
For tonight ' he just needed to forget for a while.
But as always God it seemed had different plans.
Even so the soft, husky voice calling out to him was so unexpectedly familiar Arnav actually thought he'd imagined it, as he had so many times before.
It was only when he felt his glass tugged out of his hand that he realized that the apparition before his eyes was not an apparition after all.
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