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A THING CALLED LOVE

4

A butterfly needle:

A jagged pinch on his arm wakes him partially from his deep sleep. He can feel a sharp dart pierce through him.

The hand feels heavy.

He tenderly opens his eyes……

Beside his bed, his white shirt with stained blood lies folded on the table top, along with his shoe and socks, neatly arranged by the floor beside the bed.

Some people are talking.

It's a male and another female. The male is Australian. Arnav have heard the voice before.

"But where?"

The female seems to be Pilipino. This is not a known voice.

" Who is she?"

The voices fade away.

( Someone is vacuuming near by….there is also sound of glass and a smell of detergent or cleaning products.)

(2 more hour passes)

A woman's voice:

" HI! Thanks for informing me.

Can you please drop the bag in front of the room? I cannot come down. Sorry.I will pick it up soon. Yes, I am calling from the pent house, Mr Raizada's room.

Thanks again."

Arnav's senses quiver up hearing the second female's voice.

"But…?!!!"

(40 more minutes pass)

The sunshine is soothing.

Some birds chirp.

The sea breeze feels warm.

The window near the headboard is open and blinds are apart.

Someone opened the drapes, BUT

"Who did that?"

Arnav closes his eyes again.

(25 more minutes pass).

LOCATION: ARNAV'S HOTEL ROOM

THE PENTHOUSE: OVERLOOKING THE OCEAN.

(6.50 IN THE EVENING)

It's almost evening. The warm sea breeze feels a bit chilly.

Arnav slowly opens his eyes.

The setting sun ray is adorning the beautiful oil painting hear his bed. The bright orange color of the paints seems to come to life.

He can feel the breeze on his hair. His body feels well rested and revived.

He smiles a content smile. He feels that, from some unknown source his worries, weariness and tensions faded away.

He turns around slightly.

Something red, bright and fragrant catches his eyes.

There is a huge vase of fresh red roses by the coffee table.

"Flowers? What the !!"

" I specifically mentioned the hotel staff, never to keep red roses in my room. And now its full of it."

Arnav gets a bit annoyed.

He tries to move his hand. But his hand still feels a bit heavy. There is fresh bandage around it.

There is a saline hanging near his hand and his arm is connected to the saline.

"Who did this? How did I end up here?"

He shakes his head to draw out the last feeling of haziness.

He keeps on looking for another minute.

"Where am I? And what is happening?"

Arnav takes a deep breath. And he tries to move his other hand.

But its tied…………NO…...its not tied, rather his palm is pulling on something.

There is a milk white chiffon wrapped around his hand.

" What? Is this…..is this a sare?"

" whose saree? Why did I ?"

"What?"

( The softness of the fabric brings him into reality.)

( The softness of the fabric brings him into reality.)

"KHUSHI?"!!!

……………………………….KHUSHI?!!!"

Last night's struggle with the guards, fights, and travel to the observatory, finding her

………bringing her back…the talk with Harry, everything comes back to him one by one…but was it a trance?

A freak show of his twisted mind ?

Or was it real?

" It must be real, because someone definitely took care of me last night and changed me.

She must have called the Doc to come in and put IV on me. ( saline)

But if she is here, then where is she?

And what the HELL am I doing with her saree wrapped around my hand ?"

SHIT! " Did I do something last night, I shouldn't have?"

(Arnav vaguely remembers grabbing a saree and yanking it off her delicate body)

He then looks at himself.

He is half naked.

No shirt.

Only in a day old pair of Khakis.

"DAMN it !!!"

"What the hell do I do last night?"

Arnav's calmness and content takes an abrupt turn and is replaced with rage and detest.

The joy of seeing Khushi, last night's calmness and content: turns into self loathing!

" Did I do anything last night in my trance that I shouldn't have done?

Did I scare her away or did I push it too far?"

Feelings of agony hits him:

Remorse

Regret

Reality

And the day old loneliness starts to engulf him.

Arnav slowly gets up from sleep and seats upright. His feels a bit light headed, for sleeping so long.

But the next second he feels steady.

At least his body has healed.

Arnav almost quivers with regret and remorse.

With a broken voice, he whispers:

" I just wanted to hold her back while I sleep. So when I wake up she is here….here with me.

I had no intention of taking advantage of her or scare her away.

Damn it !

Why do I mess everything up?

Even if she was here, she must have left me again".

Arnav as usual frowns his famous frown and turns grumpy.

He yanks of the tapes and butterfly needle off his arm.

- throws the needle and saline pipe on the bed.

- unwraps the white chiffon from his other hand.

( Then he gently picks up the saree and wraps it up with the slightest of touch,

takes it up and presses it softly to his chest and sighs. )

After 5 minutes, adoring the fabric: He stands up.

FUSTRATED

ANNOYED

TROUBLED

He grabs the flower vase in one hand, looks at it for a brief moment.

The bright red roses are to die for.

They are big, bright, red and rosy. The smell is tantalizing.

"Khushi, loves roses, right?"

He smiles a tiny smile, but that too fades away as soon as he remembers last night's rough treatment.

He lifts up the roses and lifts up the vase

one

two

three

His hand is coming down to smash the vase along with the roses to the ground.

At this point of time, this is the viable thing to do.

"Who needs these stupid roses, to remind him of his idiocy of last night?

Crap !!"

He is about to smash it…

Suddenly: there is a very well known voice in the background:

" Arnav ji!"

" Stop!!"

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