ArHi OS: Unanswered Questions (part 21 page 88) - Page 38

Originally posted by: canucks1714

Hate Shyam
Why didn't Arnav stand up for her?

Originally posted by: DMGFan-2b-not2b

Ah finally! I was going to PM and harrass you for the step motherly treatment to Unansnwered Questions, lol!

Poor poor Khushi and poor poor Arnav. Shyam Jha proved to be smarter than them and the moronic Anjali of course had to beleive him! Though I feel very sorry for her as well! Blinded by her need to feel loved, she cant see her husband for who he is! And poor Arnav for havig a sister who is emotionally so needy that she sucks in everything around her in that wake.

I just hope that Arnav stands by Khushi ad does not go all self righteous, and my-sister-comes-above-all with her! Yes I can understand his not freaking out with his sister, I thought he handled that as well as he could given the circumstances but after this, he needs to man up for the woman he loves!

Payal I can understand her wailing for not being taken into confidence but frankly it wasnt her secret to tell or keep. The right was entirely Khushi's and she's exercised that!

You know while watching IPKKND, I have often wondered and come to the conclusion that I would hate to be married to / in love with a guy for whom his sister comes above all. For whom, no matter how much he loves me (and I understand that the two loves are completely different) his sister would always have precedence. Its terrible to love someone and not be the most important person in their life! There has to be someplace where / someone for whom I need to come first and the most logical place / person is my home/ my love my husband!

Anjali reacted this way because I have always felt her to be a character with esteem issues and such people are very insecure about their bearings, a slight change in someone's attitude sends them into panic. She is conscious of her disability and Shayam is her knight in shining armor. The way she clings to him shows her insecurity regarding him. She isn't ready to believe anything wrong about him although she has caught him on the wrong side of things many times but each time she gave in to the lame excuses put forward by Shayam. Methinks she avoids facing the danger in face. This outburst at Khushi too is an outcome of that insecurity.

Part 17

Arnav gently laid down Anjali on her bed while Shayam pretended to fawn over her. At Arnav's glare he just snickered, mocking at him with his eyes. Arnav had too much on his mind; things had gone from bad to worse in a matter of hours. While he tried to bring Anjali back to consciousness he couldn't help but remember the night before when he had left Khushi's house feeling light and confident that the next morning will bring something good with it. Finally, the gloom of his past will depart, something known as happiness may come and stay for sometime at least in his heart, in his life.

"Khushi!" he could just think about her, remember the lost look on her face as she had left the RM. He could hear but did not understand the hubbub around him as Mamaji asked Akaash to call a doctor, Nani crying and Mamiji trying to console her. In a bit, Anjali opened her eyes to see Arnav's face looming over her. She looked away instantly as if she had swallowed something bitter making Arnav swear like a sailor in his heart, promising himself to make sure Shayam got a befitting treatment for doing all this.

When the doctor arrived, everyone except Arnav and Shayam, filed out quietly. After doing the routine check up the doctor declared she was fine but just needed a bit of rest and good food. Arnav took a sigh of relief and called out for Hari Prakash.

"Yes, Chote sahib?" Hari Parakash asked a he entered the room.

"Tell Khsuhi to bring some breakfast for Di," Arnav said.

"But Khushi ji left some time ago!" Hari Parakash corrected Arnav as Anjali said curtly, "Do not even ask her to come near me! I won't be able to tolerate her presence!"

"So? Why are you telling me, I know she left?" Arnav asked confused.

"Sahib, you just asked me to tell her to prepare breakfast for her!" Hari explained.

"Did I say Khushi? I meant Payal," Arnav's head had began to throb painfully; everything seemed to be falling down on him. He had ignored what Di had said but the steel in her tone was a clear indication of how things were going to be for some time now.

Khushi entered her home to meet the cold gaze of het Buaji and a crying Garima. The news had already reached them over the phone through a bitterly crying Payal.

"Khushi, why? Why did you tell Arnav Singh Raizada about Shayam?" Buaji asked in a deadly tone, "We married off your Jiji with such difficulty and you had to go and destroy that! Have you stopped caring for us altogether? Didn't your parents give you enough love as an adopted daughter?" she continued cruelly.

"Jiji, please, stop it,' Garima pleaded and Khushi just hugged her when she said, "At least ask her what happened! Khushi I know will always put her happiness behind her family's"

"Amma please forgive me, you know I never wanted this to happen….." she said between sobs.

"Then what were you expecting to come out of it?" Buaji shouted at her.

"Shayam played a dirty trick once again, buaji, please listen to me first," Khushi pleaded.

"yes bitiya tell us," Garima said supporting Khushi and making her sit. Khushi narrated everything that had happened that morning as the two ladies listened with shocked expressions on their faces.

"That Shayam!" Buaji said as she launched into showering expletives at him, "If I ever get my hands on him, I'll kill him!"

"I don't know what's going to happen now! Naniji has clearly said that we are not welcome in their house and Payal will come to meet us," Khushi gave another shock.

Everyone was silent for some time not knowing what to say and how to react. Happiness had stopped staying back in their house, even if it came, its stay was always short.

Khushi quietly went to her room and fell down on her bed tired and broken. She had been called a wh*re , a s**t. She wanted to go away, leave everything and everyone behind her. Why was life so ugly? Why were people so nasty? Always ready to believe the worst in people readily and their good was never acknowledged. Her thoughts were disturbed by the cell phone ring, she picked it up to see Arnav Singh's name on the screen.

Suppressing a sob she answered and said, "Hello" in a very quiet and worn down tone.

"Hi, how….. how are you?" came his soft voice asking her in a very careful tone.

"I am okay, you?" she asked him softly, remembering his face from the morning, torn between anger, hurt and frustration. She knew he was also caught in between circumstances he didn't create.

"hmm I am okay," he replied and went silent.

Silence hung between them for some time as they tried to control themselves when Arnav spoke up finally, "Khushi, I…..I….ummm, I am sorry for whatever happened,……..for whatever was said… to you," he said hesitantly remembering all the crass crap that had been thrown at her.

Khushi couldn't stop the sob from escaping her lips and then her resolve broke and she started to cry.

Quietly, Arnav listened to her crying, letting her shed the tears of hurt. He wanted to gather her up in his arms and console her, take her away from the cruel world.

"Sushhh Khushi, shushhh," he said after sometime, "I am coming over," he finished in a decisive tone.

"No! No you can't. Neither your family nor mine will appreciate this," Khushi said quickly.

"I don't care!" he said roughly.

"I do and I know you also, we need to think," she comforted him.

"Khushi, I don't know what's going to happen now!" he said remembering the nightmare he had a few nights ago about him being parted from Khushi.

"How is Anjali ji?" she asked softly, "Did you try and explain?"

"She is fine and no I haven't tried to explain anything. One she is not ready to listen and I don't have the patience to bang my head against a wall. Two, she now needs to learn how to judge people. No one can always lead her by the finger. I am not disowning her, she has been all that I have for a long time and I can't bear the thought of hurting her but……….. anyways," he didn't finish what he was going to say.

"Khushi," he hesitated, "Khushi I love you, remember it whatever happens!"

"I love you more and don't you ever dare forget this!" Khushi said in between tears.

"I don't know where all this, that is between us, is headed. I promise…….." he said but Khushi cut him to say, "No, don't promise anything, I don't want you to bind yourself with any promise, please, bye!" she quickly cancelled the call.

For the rest of the day both houses were enveloped in a deadly silence. No one talked, they just speculated on what was going to happen next.

By the time it was night; Anjali had recovered from her weakness and had taken the decision of moving out of the Raizada Mansion. It was a difficult decision but she had to for she tough her self esteem could no longer take it. Even before, she had never been comfortable living with her husband in her brother's house but Shayam had never cared for proprieties.

"We must move out as soon as possible!" she declared as Shayam entered their room.

"What?" Shayam couldn't stop himself from asking in a shocked tone.

"What do you mean? Do you want to stay back after such humiliation? I don't!" she argued angrily.

Realizing which way the tide was going he added hurriedly, "yes yes, ofcourse Rani Sahiba, even I don't want to stay here for another minute, but where will I take you. You already know where my finances stand right now. Myself, I can live anywhere, in any condition but you, you Rani Sahiba are not used to difficult life, it's only for your sake that I am staying here although each and every minute is like a heavy burden on my mind," he explained.

Anjali just looked at him quietly, several thoughts crossing her mind, some she feared facing, some she resolved to act on the following morning. She didn't share anything with Shayam because he had made her wary by the way he had explained himself. She wanted to shrug away the feeling but she couldn't. That night she had a hard time falling asleep for she felt as if she had just woken up from one.

In the morning, both Arnav and Khushi stayed in their beds not ready to go out into the evil world. They let the clock tick tock its way to noon and beyond. They didn't eat, didn't read the paper, didn't see anyone, didn't leave their beds, they didn't want to think, for thinking had become painful. She listened to the radio, he watched movies. They were on a strike from the real world that was outside the doors of their rooms.