ArHi FF: The tears I've cried/ ALTERNATE Ending. - Page 10

Khushi should say NO... Otherwise arnav would always take her granted...

oh! not boring at all... but why so sudden chang ein arnav? i guess answer lies in nxt update!!! pls update fast!

Chapter 7

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Kahlil Gibran

Khushi stood stunned. She shuddered with the strain, but slowly shook her head. She could have married him before, when she'd thought he cared for her at least a little, but when she had realized he'd only been using her... No, she couldn't do it.

A muscle clenched in his jaw. She could feel the tension in him, like some great beast coiled to jump, and she took another step back. When he spoke, however, his voice was soft. Dangerous. "Why not?"

All the misery of the past years congealed inside her, and she felt herself breaking inside.

"Why not?" she cried incredulously, her voice shaking. "Why not? You tell me.

My God, just look at yourself! Nothing touches you, does it? You've taken everything I have to give, and given me nothing back. You'll never let me in. What kind of marriage do you think we'll have? A happy one? Forget happy, let's bet on whether we'd even last a year. It's not a damn negotiation, Arnav. You keep yourself behind a cold wall, and I'm tired of bruising myself against it!"

His nostrils flared. "Do you love me?"

"Is this what you've come for?" Tears welled in her eyes, rolled slowly down her cheeks.

"A boost to your ego? Of course I love you. But I'm just one more notch on your bed post. Happy? Now get the hell out!"

She saw his powerful muscles tense, saw his eyes flare with something savage. Her heart leapt, and too late she saw the danger. She turned to run, but Arnav grabbed her, whirling her to face him. His hands tightened on her waist until his fingers dug painfully into her soft flesh, a grip that she knew would leave bruises.

"No. I'm not leaving. And you're sure as hell not going anywhere. And you're right," he said almost soundlessly. "I've never wanted anyone to get close to me. I've never wanted to care this much for anyone, to let you or anyone else have this kind of power over me.?? His lips drew back, and he was breathing hard. "Shut you out? My God, I've tried to, but I can't. You want the real man, sweetheart? All right, I'm all yours. I love you so much I can barely contain it. But there's a flip side to it," he continued harshly. "I'll give you more than I've ever given any other human being, but...God, I'll take more, too. You don't get to pick and choose which qualities you like the best. It's a package deal. You get all the bad with the good, and I'm warning you now, I'm not a nice guy."

"No," she whispered, "you're not." She hung in his grip, her eyes fastened on his face, seeing the sheen of sweat on his forehead and the ferocity of his expression. Her heart thundered at what he had just said, her mind reeling with joy. He loved her? She almost couldn't take it in, couldn't believe he'd actually said it. She stared up into those fiery eyes, too dazed to say anything else.

"I hate loving you because worst part about it Khushi, is that there will always be things I can't protect you from. Things beyond my control. I finally realized that there is something worse than dying . . . and that is having something happen to you. Hurting you. I have to live with that fear always. But I guess, you have to take the bad part, if you want the good part."

"I'm jealous and I'm possessive and possibly even partially psychotic when it comes to you," he muttered, still in that tone of stifled violence. "I don't want you even looking at another man, and if any assho** tries to come on to you, he'll be lucky if I barely leave him alive."

There were no controls on him now; she could feel the passion surging through him, a wild and savage force that caught her up in its tide and swept her along with him.

"I'll want you with me all the time. I can't ignore the business, so I'll expect you to fit your schedule around mine. As he talked, he moved her backward and roughly pushed her against the wall.

"I want you to have my babies. I want a house full of kids."

"I want marriage." His teeth were ground together, and a drop of sweat ran down his temple. "I want you tied to me...legally, financially, every other way I can devise. I want you to take my name, Khushi. I want it all. Now say yes, love. Please? "

"Yeah," she said, and splintered with joy. "Arnav,yes !" she leapt in his arms. Her heart singing with joy. She dropped kisses on his face, eyes, nose. This was where she belonged. At his side. Forever.

"Good." He caressed her cheek, pulling her impossibly closer to him. "I don't want to hurt you princess," he said tenderly.

She heard the worry in his voice and knew that he was uneasy with releasing all the force he'd kept contained for so long. He caught her mouth and she kissed him back sweetly, pouring all her love into it.

"You can't ever hurt me by loving me," she whispered against his ear, tears running down her face.

His eyes glittered in the morning light. "I'm sorry for last night, baby. I'm an idiot. Such a certified idiot." He mumbled as he nibbled on her ear. Tortured by her tears, he clasped her tighter and rubbed his jaw against her temple, his voice a ravaged whisper: "I'm sorry," he told her. He cupped her face between his palms, tipping it up and gazing into her eyes, his thumbs moving over her wet cheeks. "I'm sorry." Slowly, he bent his head, covering her mouth with his. "I'm so damned sorry for everything I've done."

"It's okay. I get my happy ending now. With you. That's all I need. That's all I'll ever want."

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Ah. it's okay. slightly abrupt, I think but that's only coz I wasn't planning on giving this story a happy ending. Public opinion demanded otherwise. There will be an epilogue mostly. will update that by tonight or tmrow latest. As always, thank you for your wonderful comments. I've tried to stay true to Arnav's character. the demanding, bossy, ruthless, sexy pig. So obviously, I couldn't have him on his knees, begging for Khushi to come back. I've tried my best. Truly.

it was so truthful to arnav's character😊waiting for the epilogue😊

its awesome...i love it the way it is...also what he said to her...