New OS turned SS: The Last Straw!! - Page 40

"Doctor is everything ok??!" Akash blurted out apprehensively.

"Well…Mr. Akash, you are going to become an uncle soon." Mehta said in a calm and soothing tone.

For a minute everything went dead quite.

"Wha.." Arnav murmured to no particular someone in shock.

"Yes Mr. Raizada, you are going to be a father, congratulations." Mehta said, smiling.

The room was filled with cheers, hoorays, and most of all tears of happiness.

Everyone's eyes seemed to sparkle like each had the entire universe in them. No one could believe any of it.

"Now please calm down everyone, Mrs. Raizada has become weak due to the antibiotics, so she needs her rest desperately." He said in the same warm tone.

Everyone skipped out chattering about the new member that will be coming into the family.

"Arnav, please come with me for a moment, I need to have a word with you alone." The doctor's tone suddenly turned serious, his voice was no more than a whisper. He didn't want to let any of the other members hear.

"ye….a" Arnav breathed out in a state of utter shock.

"Arnav," Mehta called him again. This time his tone was warmer but still firm, sort of like a father. Both times he demanded the Arnav Singh Raizada's attention by calling him by his first name. He knew there was something a little wrong between the two, it surprised him to think that no one else had caught on. What ever it was, it definitely wasn't lack of love….maybe….maybe too much of it….He decided not to question them..at least not yet.

Arnav now turned towards the doctor who led him out to the poolside.

"Arnav, she has become very weak, not only physically, but also emotionally and mentally," He spoke, his voice now held pain in it.

Arnav was watching Khushi, who just lay one the bed staring up at the ceiling blankly. She looked like she was on life-support system…limp, pale, expressionless…..tired.

"There is something that is eating her bit by bit from the inside..you need to take extreme care of her. I know you've appointed Tulsi so Khushi is looked after properly, but maybe it'll be better if you were the one to help her out more…." He spoke. His voice was filled with an indescribable feeling. It was a rather odd mixture of a pain, and sympathy, and a lot of concern….there was no putting a finger on what feeling(s) that voice held.

"Arnav." Mehta said louder, shaking him by the shoulder to jolt the lost husband out.

Suddenly Arnav felt the last few minutes sink in like a punch to the face. It all flashed before his eyes once again.

How they were entangles in each other. How he had penetrated her ever so gently. How a lone tear slipped down her cheek as a light pain rushed through her body. How they instinctively matched each other's rhythms, like it were programmed from before.

He felt a peaceful numbness take over his body.

"Yes doctor." He announced in a full ASR mode.

After the doctor left Arnav got into his car and flew off.

"ITS BEEN A F***ING WEEK!!!! I SAID I WANT THOSE REPORTS NOW!!!!" He barked into his Bluetooth like a deranged psychopath.

{"Yes Mr. Raizada, you are going to be a father, congratulations." Mehta said, smiling.

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"YOU,THOSE THUGS IN LUCKHNOW AND THEN THAT SHA--" she held back immediately. "YOUR ALL THE SAME!!"

"did last night mean something for him at all??" } (flashback)

Every word replayed over and over and over again in his mind. Her lifeless body just lying there, on the bed was so different from the Khushi who had arched her back and called out his name in sheer pleasure just a few days back.

His phone ringing brought him out.

"WHAT??!" He yelled into the head piece.

"Chote..??" Anjali trailed of, horrified by the voice she just heard.

"Di…..?" He asked cautiously.

He was scared thinking that Anjali now thinks he isn't happy about the baby….but is he??

"Di, woh..We had to call for an emergency conference, and Aman kept ringing me, so I thought it was him….." He spoke cautiously, making sure to keep his tone ASR-calm.

"Oh..ok..Chote..how can you leave Khushi Ji like this?? You know the doctor said she needs you." Anjali spoke in disappointment.

'I think am the last person she'd want to see right now' He thought to himself in a mocking manner

"Khushi has become very weak. Come home now." Anjali demanded.

And there it was. If only Mehta would've heard what or more like HOW Anjali said her last sentence before cutting the line….he was wrong…some where someone had picked up on what he couldn't exactly put his finger. Her voice held a certain strength….power..an intensity Anjali never ever seemed capable of.

And that was it. Something in Arnav's mind snapped. The car brakes screeched to a halt, and immediately started to speed up to the speed of light in the opposite direction.

He didn't even wait for the car to come to a complete stop before jumping out and flying through the house and up the stairs.

Khushi at first was just lying in bed, the same way ever since the doctor had spoken.

{"Congratulations Mrs. Raizada. Your are going to be a mother." Doctor Mehta spoke with such warmth in his voice. Tulsi has the biggest smile on her face.

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Doctor Mehta and Tulsi had watched as Khushi came to confused and dazed. They had watched has her face darken with despair has she plumped back into the bed. The watched as if she had lost everything one by one right in front of their eyes.

Tulsi became tense and looked at the doctor with the same anxiety that awaited on the other side of closed doors.

"Its just exhaustion" Mehta said with a reassuring smile. But he felt otherwise. } (flashback)

Payal was sitting next to Khushi, stroking her hair, telling her how joyful this is..how happy she is for her little sister...If Payal had the slightest of clues of the tormenting hurricanes that were restlessly hurling themselves at Khushi…but no.…Payal or anyone would've effectively dropped de….

Just as Arnav swung the door open, Khushi shot up and made a wild dash for the bathroom, leave Arnav shocked and confused, then afraid at the thought of her running away from him like that, then anger that she ran like that in this state, and finally realization. Guilt was a feeling that was always present, it was always a part of everything he felt for her. She had thrown the door open and landed on her knees, her head tilted inward at the toilet seat. Payal rushed to her and started to stroke Khushi's back, soothing her.

"shhh…its ok Khushi.." Payal said warmly.

After a few minutes they came out bringing Arnav out of his little guilt trip. He rushed to her side but she pushed him away with a glare that not only said anger but also utter despair.

Feeling her pushing made him back away instantly. He felt himself drop from the highest point possible..he was falling infinitely…the dropping sensation was too overwhelming for his heart….but it still wouldn't fail…it wouldn't end the agony.

Payal was to busy helping a weak, injured, dazed and now pregnant Khushi to notice a destroyed, shattered, lost, and haunted Arnav. But every time the thought of her baby sister being pregnant would enter her mind she'd be more excited than the last time the idea would waltzed around…not that the thought ever left anyone's mind. Payal just had the biggest ear-to-ear smile on her face.

"Payal Bhabhi, aap ke ghar se phone hai (The is a phone call from your house) " OP said coming to the door just as Payal was helping Khushi to the bed.

She nodded but before she could glance at Arnav for help, he already had his arms around Khushi, more than willing to help her. Heck if it was up to him he would've carried her.

Once they were alone behind the closing door of the room Khushi immediately shoved his arms away and limped her way to the bed, leaving behind an Arnav who didn't know how to react.

"Khushi?" He whispered, despair evident in his voice. He moved to her and took her into a big bear hug. Lifting her off her feet unknowingly.

"Khushi, I'm so sorry Khushi. Khushi please, I'm so sorry, PLEASE KHUSHI" he pleaded sobbing away. His heart could feel the pressure of his guilt physically. It was bursting, everything inside him was aching. His eyes were shut tightly, salt water rivers bigger than the Nile were flowing down his cheeks.

She was taken aback. Even more disorientated than before.

"A--arnavvv-" was Khushi all managed to gasp out. She was pushing away at him for an entirely different reason now. Khushi wriggled, and squirm as much as she could, if it was even possible to just breathe in this position.

And then, there it was, one of Khushi's outrageously wack-job thoughts.

'If he doesn't at least loosen up i might just hear every bone in my body crack.' She thought squirming. She was no longer shocked, she was too busy in keeping herself in one piece to be shocked about why The Arnav Singh Raizada was sobbing and pleading for her forgiveness all the while crushing her. It all made her wonder, if he was apologizing because he was about to give her a crushing death like some psychotic homicidal maniac they show on Criminal Minds. And with this absolutely mad idea that her husband was trying to literally murder her, she was granted the strength to fight for her life..well not hers alone….not anymore..now that her body homed TWO souls.

"Arnav Ji!!" she managed to yell out snapping him out of his break down.

He loosened his hold but there was no sign of letting go. But Khushi had didn't care what the signs said, she had to breathe..it was now or never situation for her. She pushed him back and plopped onto the bed, gasping for air.

"Khushi" was all breathed as he felt her push him away like he was a horrendous monster her. And he hated himself. He felt disgusted of himself.

Arnav moved forward to help her, but was stopped dead in his tracks when she lifted her hand up warning him to stay away. She still wouldn't look at him, how could she? She was too busy trying to get enough oxygen through her.

"Khu-" Arnav started but was cut off as the door swung open and Anjali limped in holding a tray with juice and fruits. She had the biggest smile on her face

"Khushi, here, the doctor said you need to get your strength back.." She continued but slowed to a stop when she notice her Chote. Her smile faded a bit. She looked at him the at Khushi, who looked terrible. It was the first time in days she noticed exactly how haunted Khushi looked. Something inside Anjali was pinching at her but she shoved it aside remembering what Dr. Mehta had said..about the medicinal effects.

"So here you go Khushi, now you have to eat everything." She said giggling a little.

"Now you'll be making jalibis for 2" Anjali said in a teasing yet matter-of-fact tone as she placed a hand on Khushi's stomach.

Khushi's head shot right up to look at Arnav. But felt her heart wrench and shatter all over again as he looked away immediately. If only she knew the real reason.

"umm, Di, I have to get to the meeting…" Arnav started not being able to handle the guilt and pressure anymore. He rushed straight out without even trying to seem calm and composed. Both the women's gazes followed him, but both with different thoughts….both loved dearly by Arnav Singh Raizada..maybe too dearly.

Pre- cap: no for sure Pre-cap ..coz as u all know i am making it up as i go along...but wht i can say is tht Shyam is surely going to find out..so wht will he do?? hmmm..? any predictions..??

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