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Ch-9 Ready To Love Again
Please do listen to the song while reading or after reading the whole thing, I think it is very apt for Khushi and gives a clearer picture of what she's feeling. SO DO LISTEN!😃
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PgWPCSg974o[/YOUTUBE]
It was almost a week since their beautiful dinner and the past week had just slipped by in their endless conversations, stolen kisses and many more dinners. It was indeed a new beginning, they were like every other normal couple without any strange bitterness or unsaid truths between them, Khushi in the past week had felt like all her dreams of her Rajkumar coming and lifting her off her feet were finally being fulfilled. She prayed that fate won't take its ugly course upon their lives again, she wanted this, she wanted him and this time she hoped that she won't have everything snatched away from her again.
Khushi frowned at her phone wondering why Arnav hadn't called her, she loved talking to him and she asked herself weather it was the same man who had asked her to 'Shut up' a million times, he did utter his signature 'What the' every time she did something weird but he was always all ears to what she was saying, it seemed like he was trying to drink up as much as he had missed and let go in all these years.
She finally gave up waiting and picked up the phone and called him up. She waited listing to the 'Beep-- beep' hoping he would pick up soon, 'Hello' someone croaked at the other end,
'Arnav?' Khushi asked, 'Yeah Khushi tell me' he said in a drugged and broken voice'.
'You seem sick, are you at work?' Khushi asked in a concerned voice. 'No, I'm at home, down with a killing cold, I'll be alright, don't you dare come here or you'll fall sick too' he managed to hurriedly warn her and put everything breathlessly into one sentence . He heard the phone click, 'Damn I'm such an idiot, why did I have to tell her? now she'll be here acting like I'm dying' he sweared at himself slamming his forehead and burying his head in the pile of tissues scattered around him.
Khushi rang the bell and waited for him to open the door, a red nosed Arnav with tousled hair and red eyes staggered to the door and stared tiredly at Khushi and smiled weakly seeing the angry look in her eyes. She pushed him aside and barged in and then walked back pulling his hand and dragging him to the bed 'Why din't you call me you dimwit' she yelled, 'I din't want you to catch a cold' Arnav replied, slightly pouting and then sneezing aloud 5 times in a row, by the end of his sneezing spree he was sprawled on the floor, breathless, trying to find the tissue box.
Khushi bent down with a concerned look on her face and handed him the tissues, she helped him up and laid him down on the bed and pulled the duvet over him. 'Stay here and don't even think of moving' she warned him and disappeared into the kitchen.
Five minutes later she returned with a steaming bowl of soup and started feeding him, he just sat there looking at her with an amused smile, absolutely loving all the pampering. The steaming soup seemed to miraculously soothe his clogged throat and slightly cleared his blocked nose as the aroma wafted through his nostrils, she set the bowl aside and wiped the corners of his mouth slowly.
'Where have you kept the medicines?' she asked, he quietly pointed at the drawer placed at the end of the room, she returned with a medical kit and she handed him a tablet along with a spoon of cough syrup which she forcefully thrust into his mouth. She rubbed the balm on his forehead, nose and chest gently trying to slowly soothe away the discomfort he was feeling because of the cold. Once she was done she smiled up at him and asked 'How are you feeling?'
'Much better' he said in a croaky voice. 'Thank you, Khushi, for everything' he whispered and smiled warmly at her. She ran her hand through his hair and simply smiled not knowing what to say. She gently eased him down and pulled the duvet over him as his tired closed due to the drowsiness caused by the cough syrup, soon he was fast asleep, snoring lightly.
Khushi just sat there gently trailing her hands over his face, his eyes and his lips. She observed how angelic he looked, she smiled at how he slightly frowned when a lock of his hair fell over his eyes, she pushed it back and bent down and slightly brushed her lips over his, she sighed and got up still staring down at his face. She switched off the lights, adjusted the AC's temperature and slowly walked out of his apartment realizing it was all happening all over again, she was ready to love again and she was falling irrevocably and unconditionally in love with Arnav Singh Raizada for the second time.
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