SS: Trials Of Love (Part 3 n 4 on Page 17 n 18) - Page 12

I hope Arnav's OK!!

Please continue soon!!

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There was something wet and cold on her head. She blinked her eyes open trying to adjust to the sun light streaming the room. Where was she? The room was familiar, wait a minute she was back at Raizada house, here in Arnav's room. She sat up allowing the wet cloth to fall of her head. Oh my god, the train arnavji, she had to do something. She rushed out of the room, straight down. Anjali di was crying bitterly and nani was trying to console her, Mamiji sat beside her looking upset while mamaji was being the silent onlooker as usual.

They knew. They all knew she muttered. How could she have been so silly? If only if she had listened to him and gone before the train had come, he would still be here. She closed he eyes imagining the horrific scene again

The end of the platform seemed to be shining with bright light. It took her a moment to assess the situation; a train was fast approaching them. Arnav had his hand around her waist and was whispering in her ear.s She put her legs on his bent knees, holding the top of the platform trying to boost herself up. Arnav held her waist and pushed her up. She rolled onto the platform safe and sound just as the train zoomed infront of her. She stood up in shock and screamed RNAVJI".

Khushi opened her eyes again; she had to go tell them it was her fault. She had to tell Di everything. Her eyes were brimming in tears. She was the cause of all this. She had just killed the love of her life. Her legs wobbled as she walked down, afraid to confront them. It appeared they all will hold her guilty for the rest of their lives. She deserved it.

"Di I am sorry. If I had known……." Her words got lost in her tears. What could she say? No words would bring back Di's brother, her husband. A word she felt like an insult to her for the the past 6 months, now was the only sole reason of her existence. Her husband, her Arnav.

Anjali Di couldn't stop crying, but mamiji looked up "Hello Hi Bye Bye. Your Sorry won't bring him back. My poor Anjali Bitya is crying her eyes out here and all you can say is sorry. Sorry for what?. Nani looked up with with a fierce expression "Manorma". This was enough for Mamiji to shut up.

She looked down at the flashy dress she wore since last night, her clinking bangles, and her mangalsootra. She should not be wearing any of this. There weren't any more colors left in her life. 6 months ago she would have laughed at this thing but today it was a reality. She was a widow. Fate had again played a dirty trick with her.

Unable to bear it any more she ran back up the stairs to her room and fell on the bed bitterly crying. What was she going to do with her life now, it was over. She would have to live each day in regret that she could have altered the one moment that changed their whole life. She pulled the pillow and buried her head into it.

"How is your head?" a voice whispered in her ears. She turned around, she didn't believe her eyes. Was he for real or was it her hallucination again. Arnav was bending over her half naked, his towel hanging off his shoulders while water droplets were dripping off his wet hair. She circled her hands around his neck causing him to lose his balance and fall right on her.

He pushed Khushi up the platform and climbed the other side of the platform just in time before the train swept in. Before even he could catch his breath, he heard a loud scream across the next platform "Arnavji". "Khushi" he realized as he raced across the boogie of the train to reach the other side. She had fainted on the platform. Carrying her bridal style he walked back to the car. He had to get back home before any one realized they were gone.

Finding the first aid kit, he rushed back to the room. He cleaned her wound first, then carefully placed a bandage over it. How the hell did she manage to fall off the train he couldn't imagine? But with khushi anything was possible he thought.

love you" she began chanting in a fury of emotions, not able to balance her emotions. She was so happy to see him here that she forgot her anger and her ego and all she cared about was him being here with her, for her. Confused at first, but not to be outdone he pushed his hands at the under the curve of her waist, tilting at one side, so as to not allow his weight to crush her. He had no idea why she was acting in her super excited mode but whatever had caused it, he was enjoying the result of it.

She turned her head towards him "….but Anjali Di, you?? Didn't the train….? I thought'. Arnav moved away from her allowing some space to appear between them. "Our dear jeejaji is missing that's why Anjali Di is reinventing Niagara Falls. What did you think?' he asked with a smirk. Her random phrases had now made sense to him. So she cared? He thought.

Khushi sat up pulling her dupatta in place, staring at the floor. How could she have thought of the worst? She had made a complete fool of herself, now what was she going to answer him. He leaned against his arm on the bed, waiting for her answer. She continued staring at the floor, scared to turn and see what he was doing. He caught her arm and pulled her back on the bed, she could see his smirk. He knew! she closed her eyes unable to bear his staring look Hai Devi maiyya deliver me from this predicament.

" am waiting for you answer. What was the sudden outburst for?" he teased her. "I thought………." Biting her lip, how stupid could she be. "The train came and you were still on the tracks so …….". "You thought you got rid of me so easily" he completed. Khushi stared into his eyes, he had a mischievous look, something which she hadn't seen before.

Arnav moved closer putting his hands on the other side, so she couldn't get up and leaned forward. "Is your heart saying dhak-dhak?" he questioned. Khushi unintentionally put her hand to her heart then pulled it away again. How did he know about the dhak-dhaks? "You told me about them when you were drunk on Diwali" he answered, as if he knew what she was thinking. She gulped, what else had she told him on Diwali?

"I was drunk, I could have blabbered anything" she resorted. Why didn't he go away, her heart was doing its dhak-dhak routine again? What if he heard it? "Do you know what else you blabbered in your drunken state?' he questioned. Khushi grew scared, what had she told him. All because of Di, if she hadn't drank Bhang this wouldn't have happened.

He took her hand and guided it to his chest. "You said my heart also says dhak-dhak just like yours. Does it?" Khushi broadened her eyes in shock. She had said what? She pulled her hand away from his grasp and pushed across his hand to get up. She couldn't allow him to see her blushing red.

"Listen" he called out. Khushi stopped, what was it now. "If any body ask about your head wound, I told them you banged into the glass door while sleep walking last night." He continued. Khushi turned in surprise. Her wound she had forgotten about it.

Arnav sat up and spoke in a in a businesslike manner. "And one last thing……" Khushi had no idea why but she suddenly began feeling strange. Something like a dj vu. Arnav's hand caught her wrist and instantly pulled her in such a manner that she fell right on top of him. "…in response to your non drunken blabbering earlier today". His lips were on hers and for a moment she went light-headed. The sky and the ground didn't seem to exist, she was floating right in the middle of it. He rolled her on her back, still kissing her. "I love you too" he whispered before finding his way back to her lips. Khushi lost track of space and time once again.

But not to be outsmarted, the king of wrong timings Mr Aman called right at that moment. Arnav and Khushi both looked at each other and groaned. .

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I loved the funny ending!! Aman had to ruin it!! 😆

I enjoyed it so much!!

Thank you!!

Loved it

loved how you tied everything together... ❤️