New OS turned SS: The Last Straw!! - Page 20

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Arnav's eyes shot open. He felt her soft hair under his hand. When he saw a bear Khushi cuddled up to his chest he didn't know how to react. What happened last night'.he didn't know whether to be happy that Khushi was his, but what if he had forced himself on her, after all he wasn't in his senses. Maybe he should be angry because he may have just raped her. But she wouldn't be cuddling up to him like this if he had. He should probably be angry at the fact that he had let his feelings get the better of him again.

What about her. Did she want this?? Neither of them were drunk or drugged..but they weren't in their senses right?? 'Why would she go through with this if she didn't want to. It was her first time for sure'' 'but she loves him..they were hugging each other..she told him to let Di go, right?' Suddenly he felt tired again.

'But last night was beautiful' his smile re appearing. There was only one way to end this war.

He slowly got out of bed and went about his daily morning rituals. All bathed, changed and ready for work he went and stood facing the pool, his back towards a sleeping Khushi, waiting for her to wake up..to see what she thought about last night.

He was getting more and more anxious. He didn't have to wait long.

Khushi sensed him not with her, she couldn't sleep peacefully without him by her side..

He heard ruffling sounds from the bed, then a sleepy and slightly irritated groan. He smiled to himself remembering last night and this morning. If it was up to him, he would have never abandoned her like this in bed.

Khushi shot up holding the sheet to her chest. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. She had barely opened her eyes when the happenings of last night hit her in the face. At first she thought it was all a dream but then she felt a terrible pain in her feet. She quickly pushed the covers from over her legs and saw the white plastered that were wrapped around her feet like torn socks. She gave another gasp. She frantically looked around the room not knowing whether she wanted to find him there or not. As soon as she saw his suited back facing her she stopped breathing. She slowly got out of bed, the sheet wrapped around her. Holding it tightly at her chest, she started to tip toe over to the bathroom. The pain was immense but she wasn't sure if she wanted to face him just yet.

"Your supposed to rest your feet, your cuts are still fresh." She heard him say in a matter of fact tone.

Still holding her breath she turned around slowly to see his back still facing her. Little did she know that he could see a vague reflection of her in the French window glass.

After waiting for a second in quiet she turned back and moved towards the bathroom again.

"What do you think you're doing??" he said in a demanding tone like he was talking to one of his clumsy employee.

But Khushi kept tip toeing towards the bathroom not realising that this time he had turned around.

He glided over to her, held her by her upper arm and swung her around. He held her firmly by her shoulders.

Khushi was taken aback. She was swung what seemed like half way around the room. She hissed in pain at his firm grip and her feet.. now felt like the stiches were tearing.

"Khushi..what are you trying to do??!" he said in a half yelling voice. His eyes pleading her not to do this all over again. He couldn't read her eyes and he was getting more and more desperate by the second.

"i'.show'" Her eyes were welling up again. She was confused and afraid. 'He said he hates me, then why did he'.' She thought trying to fish out a possible answer. 'Is this why he married me'. for six months?!' anger enveloping her thoughts.

She suddenly felt like someone was stabbing her over and over and over again. She felt pain run through her arms , up her legs, it was coursing through her veins.

'How could he do this?? Was he really so ..so'AH !!' she couldn't think any more. She was to tired to be angry or to confront him. She felt helpless as her life falling deeper and deeper into a black whole. It just kept falling, the bottom never seemed to come. She gave into it deciding to let the bottom of this endless pit come when it wants to. She was done trying to flap her arms in mid air trying to fly.

He saw the tears that were now in her eyes. Her body trembled in his arms. At that moment he wasn't sure who he hated more, himself or her. He let go of her and stepped back a bit.

Before Khushi could make a move he scooped her up and placed her on the bed like he had done the previous night.

Khushi froze. She didn't know what he was going to do now. She was horrified.

But when she came out of her thoughts and sat up against the bed post she didn't find him anywhere in the room. Before she could take this chance to hide her self he re appeared into the room holding some tap and plastic. Her nave mind could or didn't want to even begin to think what he was going to do.

Arnav saw her clutch the she at her chest even tighter. He could see her hyper ventilating as he came closer. Her eyes looked at him as if he was some sort of monster.

She nearly screamed when he sat down by her feet. She held her breathe as he lifted her right foot and placed the plastic bag over it and tapped in on. He did the same with the other one.

"Have a quick shower and wear something loose, then we have to get your dressing done. Your plasters don't look like they are in good shape.. " he said calmly while getting up again.

She caught that hint of worry in his voice and didn't know what to say. She just stared at him. Her eyes pleading him to end this.

But he never looked in them. Instead he stood up turned his back at her trying to hide from her gaze. For the first time Arnav Singh Raizada was trying to hide from a woman. He couldn't help but feel sick. The last remains of his world collapsed.

'She didn't want this you idiot!!' he mentally screamed at himself. 'She loves him you moron!! What have you done!?!?!?'

Giving up yet again she got up slowly to the closet to get her cloths.

He could hear her constant ruffling. Its was gnawing at his mind as he tried to find sanctuary in his laptop. But to fail.

"what are you doing Khushi??" he said has he flew to his feet facing her.

But she was lost. Suddenly she felt his touch on her arm, and it startled her. She jumped back and hissed in pain as her feet impacted the floor.

He realised that she couldn't find anything baggy enough to wear over her plastered feet. Without thinking he handed her one of his track pants, and jumper. And went back to finishing of his work.

She stared at him for a moment. But both of them couldn't do it anymore. She knew then that there was to be no more arguing. No more would he try he protest her, and neither would she. Things had gone cold. From now on silence would do the talking and they would only speak when so necessary to the point of life or death.

But what neither of them understood that there would never be a small scale issue or moment between them. Their love for each other was so powerful that even something as simple as walking down the stairs together could fill so much intensity into the atmosphere that anyone within the boundaries of the house found their breathes caught and sweat on their foreheads.

pre-cap: Shyam hyperventilating from anger.. can u guess?? ;)