New OS turned SS: The Last Straw!! - Page 3

ok so here it is!! i am not sure if this will live up to all ur expectations..but i thought is high time i let at least my frustration out..Part 4 is incomplete and on hold...and ur feed backs will be deciding wht happens next..so be sure to leave some!!

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Part 3:

Suddenly the room temperature seemed to rise. He felt a slight shiver rush through his entire body, he felt a strange uneasiness.

"Khushi stop being stupid. As much as i like beating you in our little fun challenges, i don't have the time for a new one every day." he said mockingly, his signature grin starting the appear.

"i said," Khushi said in a loud whisper then paused for a second to watch the sickening smirk form completely one last time before she would chase it away for a long time.

"why?!" she shrieked at the top of her voice blowing away anything and everything in the way.

Arnav's ears were ringing. Her eyes were demented. The despair in her voice had ripped him apart.

She took a few steps forward.

"ANSWER MEE!! WHY!?! " She shrieked again grabbing the vase on the table next to her, she lifted her arms way above her head and swung them towards the floor letting go of the vase with force she didn't know she had.

Arnav flinched at the coarse voice. He now noticed the pain, the anger in her blood shot eyes, her face was as pale as the white marble tiles on which she stood. It was as if she was possessed.

He clinched his fist. Not knowing how to react he simply glared at her furiously but no amount of rage could match up to what he saw in front of him, and he knew it.

Khushi now took a few quick strides towards him stepping on the shattered vase but indifferent to the glass shards in her bleeding foot. She took hold of his collar and dug her nails into the fabric.

There was too much pain and anger unleashed. She needed more than just to shriek to release the now mounting pressure of emotions inside her. She burst into tears. Her heart ached from the pressure, it was pounding so fast Arnav could hear it hum.

"I WANT AN ANSWER!! WHY??!!" she screeched choking on her own tears. Violently shaking him back and forth.

"KHUSHI STOP IT!!" he yelled. He couldn't take anymore more of her pain but he couldn't even begin to understand it. He felt afraid not of losing is life to a deranged person in front of him but because he didn't know how or what or anything at this point. All he could hear and see was Khushi was being murdered by her own emotions.

"STOP IT KHUSHI, STOP IT!!!!" he yell, trying to get a grip to sturdy her and himself but in vain.

All the constant taunts, and insults had finally broken her entirely. All the fake lovey-dovey moments all those judgemental eyes... She had snapped.

"I AM PATHETIC!! I HAVE NO CLASS, NO BRAINS!! I DO NOT HAVE THE MONEY NOR DO I HAVE THE POWER TO RUIN LIVES!! OK?? I SAID IT!! NOW CAN YOU TELL ME WHY??!! WHY??!!?!?" she screamed.

"Khushi" Arnav called out in a much softer tone.

She let go of his collar almost make him tip backwards. She took a few steps back, held her ear and started to do squats. Her feet souls were shredded.

"SORRY, SORRY, SORRY..." she kept saying still indifferent to anything around her, even the glass shards that had by now shredded her feet. Still had demonic eyes, still sobbing, choking every time she spoke.

"Now please make everything go back to the way it was before anything ever happened. PLEEEASE use your money and power and make things like before!!" she cried out as she kept doing her squats and apologising.

He rushed over to her and held her by her shoulders. But before he could say or do anything

"PLEEEASE!!!!" she shrieked again as her heart ached, as it bleed.

Then suddenly she went quite. She stopped crying. Her eyes went back to being just plain and empty. Her face showed no trace of the rage, despair it was covered in just a few seconds ago. Everything just went blank.

Arnav didn't realise when he had started to cry himself. He looked at her, stared at her serene and calm form waiting eagerly for a reaction, anticipating the next gut renching screech. But nothing.

She brushed his hands off and walked towards the kitchen. Arnav was scared as ever but even more confused. He felt an uneasy churning in the stomach, like he was falling..he felt his heart stop beating.

She came back with a broom and a dust pan. She knelt down swept up the glass and started walking towards the kitchen again when he caught her wrist.

"Kh..K.. ," he swallowed hard "Khushi...?" and whispered as he turned her around. She stared at him, just blankly still limply holding the broom and dust pan in each hand.

He took the objects from her hand put them on the table and scooped her up and placed her gently on the sofa. He didn't bother with the first aid box, instead he just called the doctor.

The doctor was shocked at the state of her feet. But seeing Arnav's hollow face he knew not to speak but just fix what he could.

"i have given her a few injections to prevent infection, you are lucky the only a few big pieces were imbibed not to deep," he said in a stern but soft tone, "you will have to have her wounds dressed every other day for at least 2 weeks until the stitches can be removed..." The doctor's voice seemed to disappear as he looked at her sitting on the couch staring into the blank TV screen in front of her.

'what happened?' he wondered. But before he could think any further he realized that the doctor was staring at him expectantly.

"yes, ok. thank you doctor.." he said emotionlessly as he walked the doctor out.

When he came back in he didn't find Khushi anywhere. He panicked. He felt the ground slipping away. He rushed to their room...

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