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A THING CALLED LOVE

24

ARNAV:

"Khushi! Hold me tightly, DO NOT. I repeat DO NOT under any circumstances brings your face out of the shawl or try to listen to what you will hear. They will shout, call or make many excuses, just stay within me. OK?

Just let me carry you down into my car and after I say open, then only open your eyes.

Am I clear?"

Arnav heads out, without any more waiting.

Outside the media, police and spectators are cramped up on the front yard of the motel DAISY INN.

Khushi is neatly hidden away from the world: Hidden in the fold oh his mighty chest. Protective, guarding, and caring, he walks.

He walks with her, climbs down the stair cases, down the lobby, into the stream of people waiting. Five armed guards hover over them both.

Arnav:

"Khushi! You ok baby?

Please stay put and hold on to me, we are almost there."

Khushi:

Yes I am fine. Are you ok? WILL you carry me all the way?

I am not that light you know..umm'.."

Arnav smiles,

"You are perfect!

Stop abusing yourself. Ok here comes another flight of stairs.

Now the lobby'

Now the gate.

Just do not pay any attention to what is to happen next : ok?"

Media people:

" Khushi!!

Mrs Raizada!!!

Khushi!!

Is it you? Why are you hiding your face?

Are you ashamed to show your face?"

Let us see you.

Mrs raizada?

OR Is it lavanya Kashayap?

Was it your hideout from the world Lavanya Kashaya?"

Khushi feels Arnavs hold on her gets hardened. He crushes her into his arm, molds her into his chest.

The footsteps grow strong and more rapid.

She is eyes closed, shut wide under the soft shawl.

Only his beating heart and him smell lingers in the air.

She gasps another breath of him and tries to focus only towards his drumming soul.

Media people:

" Lavannya!

Is it you?

Why are you hiding behind him?

Show us your face?

You were with Arnav last night?

Arnav:

Shut the F *** up!

You slime ball''''( turns to his guards and shouts)''.get these sh** people away'.what are you guys doing?"

Media people:

" You will be sorry.

You will be

Tempting, assaulting media like this.

Arnav Sing Raizada! You will have to pay for it.

Get your hands off us.

You have no rights to hit us."

Arnav shouts:

" HOW DARE YOU?"

GO AWAY!"

Media people;

"Khushi Kumari Gupta!

How much did he pay you to be his wife?

How much of your estate is he giving you to divorce him and go away?

Arnav

"Shut the f*** up !"

Media people:

"Khushi!

Did you see the picture of him and Lavanya at her house in her arms?

Do you think they look like a great couple?

Khushi!!

Mrs Raizada!!

Was it your boyfriend who got beaten up by your husband?

How was it tonight?

You caught red handed?"

Arnav hardens under her weight. She can literally feel his veins stands up, blood raging on and his steps turning almost into a run.

He holds her deep into his embrace and hurries to the car.

Mr. Mehta stands on the gate entrance to the motel.

As soon as Arnav is visible he jumps beside him and puts a hand on his shoulder to guide him directly to the standing car in the drive way.

Mr Mehta:

"Sir! Please do not pay any attention. They will say just to make you react and retaliate.

Just stay calm. Another couple of steps.

The police cannot keep them away , it's against the law. But the police cars will follow you to the hotel, so you reach safely.

Your stretch Hummer is there.

Driver is inside. He has been instructed."

Arnav:

"Mr Mehta! Ask Mrs Gomez to pack all her stuff with her own hands.

I do not want anyone else touching her stuff. Pack and send them asap to my hotel. Pack anything she touched.

Where is the damn car?

I am gonna kill each of these M**** F****rs.

Where do they come from? A**h***s."

Mr Mehta:

" Sir please, keep your cool.

A single abusive words from you, and they will start new assault. Please sir.

Keep in control.

There, sir. Put madam inside. Watch her head .

Sir go in as soon as you can. Put the window up and lock."

Arnav puts his hand on Khushi's head and lowers her down gently in the car.

Arnav:

"You ok?"

Khushi just nods her head and pulls the shawl more steadily on her head, covering her face completely.

He slams the doors close and signs the driver to drive fast.

Arnav is seating beside khushi.

Holding her hand.

Almost cupping her on his lap.

Half of her body weight on his.

Arnav:

"Khushi! You can lower the shawl down, we are safe. The window is tinted and nothing can be seen.

The driver is also separated by the wall.

Please. Let go.

Let me get the shawl off."

Without waiting, he tugs the fabric off and slowly reveals what's inside.

Khushi is wet and damp with tears.

Her eyes are red and drop by drop it rains.

She shivers.

She pulls herself slowly off from Arnav and seats on the seat by herself.

Gently she lets go off his hand and collects her own hand from his grip.

She turns her head a fraction of an inch away from him and turns to the other side.

( Khushi has heard the people, and no matter how much she tried not to pay any attention, each and every word, cut her deep)

Arnav lets go off her in the next second, feeling her tugging away.

BUT

Then in the next instant, he pulls her hands again to himself and almost jerks her straight.

Arnav:

"What do you think you are doing?"

Look at me, look at me NOW.

LOOK!"

He slides his hands on her face and turns her towards him.

Grabs her face in two palms and makes her face him.

"Nothing happened, ok? I was damn drunk and Lavanya and Mark took me home.

Noting happened alright?

I never looked at any other girl, after I had you.

Believe me, I never touched any other girl, the way I touched you.

Lavanya: She is getting married this week end and I am the best man in her stupid wedding.

Mark, the guy you gloriously described, is her fiance. Ok?

I should have told you about him, during dinner, but I could not. As usual I messed up.

So please. Believe me. I did not do anything.

Lavanya is just a friend.

If you ever slip from my hold and turn around ignoring me like this, I SWEAR I WILL'.

It will not be '''''it will not be'.THE''

Khushi!

Please. Believe me."

Arnav's fists ball up.

He controls his temper very very delicately and tries to keep calm.

He is hurt and in pain. And Khushi, pulling her hand out of his, has again stabbed him deep inside.

He shudders, just to keep a hold on his pleading heart.

Arnav keeps his stare glued to her rhythm.

Khushi feels trapped.

She cannot cry anymore, because she knows it will hurt him even more.

Her single tear will rip his jagged soul deeper.

She puts her hands up and wipes the last tear, before it falls and creates another heart break.

She gasps a bit of air and then closes her eyes, take a deep breath and lastly with a lot of effort: looks into his piercing eyes.

Arnav is bleeding.

His eyes tell the whole story.

He is repenting, regretting.

Any word coming out of her mouth will be scrutinized, examined and be analyzed.

Khushi, for once, feels spellbound. Not sure what to say, how to react.

She just glances at him another time.

She looks up at him and straight into his painful eyes: she nods her head in agreement and softly utters:

Khushi:

"ok !."

Arnav

"ok?"

Khushi

"hmm'.ok."

Arnav:

" what ok?"

She smiles with her eyes, nods her head and says:

"It's ok."

Arnav then comes down as a stormy night.

Scoops her into his arms and lifts her once again on his lap.

Her heart, mind, soul for a brief portion of time, gets lost from the face of this earth.

She becomes lost, unable to think, unable to move , unable to react.

Khushi stays present: Belonging to her own body, but consumed by the elated spirit upfront.

Hands on her, touch on her hair, palms on her face.

Arnav presents her with a thousand kisses.

Landing anywhere and everywhere he can get access to that is not covered with her attires.

He lets himself loose.

Sets his soul free.

An infinity later, a very much panting Khushi, gasps for some air.

"Arnav ji!"

"A'.Ar'.Arnav Ji!..please, I '''...I can't breathe. ( smile) Arnav Ji!

Let me go. Ok?

( smiles a bit more)

"Umm'.Arnav'..Ji'.Ar'.

Umm'.

Um'm'..Oh"'

Well after a failed attempt, she lets her guard down and surrenders to the tidal wave sweeping her senses to another era.

She drifts away'.

After another hour, which seems like an eternity, Arnav slows down a bit. The rampage of affection ceases a down momentarily.

His body slows down for a dose of oxygen to start the engine in full swing, oiled for the next round.

Khushi, opens her eyes slightly as a trance bound soul.

"Umm'.Arnav Ji!"

Poor girl, had no idea, how the soft moan will ignite his flame to the last straw.

He comes crushing down with another round of his lips on hers.

After, another 45 minutes

Khushi regains a bit of consciousness just to feel that, the car stopped moving.

Khushi:

"Um..Arnav ..Ji!

Umm'.I think : The car stopped long time back.

We are not moving anymore."

She smiles and puts her hands loosely on his face.

He smiles a bit and then raises his face towards her , Khushi lowers her face towards him and kisses his lips once more.

Khushi:

"You want to see where we are?

Did we stop or did we crash with a tree?

Or did we land on the moon?

I have no idea."

Arnav:

"umm..Who cares?"

He tucks his face forward and lowers her a bit more to him.

"Come here:"

After another 25 minutes, Arnav: a bit panting and disoriented, says:

"Umm..Khushi! I think the car stopped.

Don't you think?

Let me check'...ok?"

Khushi laughs out loud.

Hugs him intimately and says:

"Arnav ji!

You know, nah?

Aap bohat aajib houn?"

Arnav turns his head around and smacks a kiss on her lips and says:

"Khushi !

Yes I know.

You also know nah?

Why I am aajib?"

Khushi:

"umm'.Oh..no'''.I don't"

She lifts her head up and kisses his cheek and says

" I think I know, now.

It's because, I am very aajib !"

She laughs out loud and her eyes twinkle. A small dimple spreads on her cheeks and Arnav stay spell bound , looking at her.

After a while:

Ring Ring !!

Ring ! Ring !!

Khushi:

"Arnav JI!"

Arnav:

"Khushi"

Yes I know, the cell phone is ringing.

The damn phone, always rings !!! "

He smiles and puts her gradually down off his lap and by his side.

With one hand clasped in hers, he pulls out his phone with the other.

"Hmm..ok

When'..ok'..?

Yes we are coming.

Umm'the thing I ordered, is it done?

Ok'.."

Arnav smiles and talks to Khushi:

"Khushi,

We have reached the hotel, apparently an hour earlier.

The driver did not disturb or knock.

Now he called to let us know, if we will want late dinner or something to eat, so he can ask the manager to keep ready in the room.

The police cars also waited and then left."

Khushi:

"Oh my god!

What?

let's go..let's go!

What will he think of us?

Eww!

What were we doing inside for so long?...Let's go'"

Arnav

"What eww?

Come here'''."

Another 15 minutes later, Arnav comes down, hand in hand with Khushi, pulls her close, one arm around the small of her back, Khushi comes down, flustered and red.

Trying to sooth her cloths down and pat the new wrinkles flat with on hand.

Arnav guides her to his room in the pent house.

The way he reacted when she pulls away is really well done :) worth the wait :)