FF: I will take care of you(Updated!Last Part-Pg27 - Page 6

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Part 11

Khushi was a little taken aback by Arnav's tight hold on her. He was close to hurting her with his tight grip as he passionately kissed her. His grip became tighter and tighter with each kiss until she could bear it no longer. She tried to support herself by placing her hands on his back but the force of his body thrust her farther and farther back until she hit the back wall. She was slowly coming back to her sense as she felt the cold wall on her back and Arnav's muscular arms gripping her tighter. Arnav couldn't let her go, he was a man possessed and his grip on her was part of his desperate and possessive need to keep her with him and to never let her go.

She mustered every ounce of her will power and physical strength and pushed him with all her might. He stood there, shocked by her the strong shove slowly coming back to his senses.

"Khushi?" he whispered looking at her concerned "did I hurt you?"

"Yes Mr. Raizada," she started in a shaky voice "You did hurt me, a lot" somehow tears made their way into her eyes.

"Khushi, I know" Arnav started coming close to her and pushing her hair back. "I want to apol"

She pushed his hand away as he was midsentence. Arnav clenches his jaw in anger as she denied him the opportunity to even apologize.

"so much so" she continued "that I don't even think I am capable of loving anymore…" her voice trailed off as she said that. She tried to gain composure as she prepared to give him a piece of her mind.

"And you Mr. Raizada are neither capable nor deserving of love. You are only capable of possessing people with your might, not loving them. You think just because I am little and beneath you, you can own me and possess me whenever you want? I guess you must treat this like a business too, you must thnk I am yours to own because you are rich and I am poor. Or is it that now that you have ruined my repluation by marrying me, you must think it your duty to save me." She said her voice rising with each word uttered.

"I do not care about your reputation, nor do I want to own you. I want to –"
"Humain fadaq naheen partha aapko kya chaihiyay Mr. Raizada!" she screamed and with that she grabbed the nearest vase and ran upstairs with tears streaming down her face.

Arnav stood there shocked by the anger and hatred she had just expressed. She was innocent and nave when he had met her and he had turned her into what she had become, bitter and hateful. He knew he desereved it but hearing her say it hurt him much more than he was willing to admit. He felt a sudden sense of pain and agony which had manifested itself in a physical form and he felt a thousand stones weigh his body down. He tried to find the nearest chair to support himself and sat down hunched over placing his face in his palms. He sat there not as Arnav Singh Raizada but a defeated man. He tried to breathe as he remembered Di's words "Agar who tumsay door jayege, to tumhari sasain rukh jayengee."

Dhruv stood by the stairs in shock at what he had heard – Khushi was married to Arnav Singh Raizada, he thought to himself. How is that possible? What had happened? Dhruv quickly hid behind the door and saw Khushi run up the stairs . She saw her hurriedly putting a vase on the front table as she ran upto her bedroom. Dhruv wanted to follow her to her room and console her but right now he wanted to keep Arnav occupied by having him meet more potential clients. Arnav's flight was early tomorrow and once he was gone, he would have enough time to sit with khushi and discuss what had happened between him and Arnav. As Dhruv made his way back to the party, he told Ayi Khushi had a headache and had gone to bed early so she wouldn't worry.

Arnav slowly composed himself, tightened his tie, fixed his suit and made his way back to the party. He tried to look composed however his mind was tortured with thoughts of Khushi . He wonderd if she was okay, if she was in her room , if she should go see her. He didn't want Ayi or Dhruv to get suspicious and treat Khushi differently and maintained his distance. This was the only family she had here and he did not want to jeopardizes her relationship with them.

As the party was coming to an end, Arnav longed to be back in his room so he could call Khushi and talk to her. As the guests were leaving, Arnav bid Ayi and Dhruv goodnight and made his way back to the guesthouse and called Khushi as soon as he reached. She was not answering her phone. He texted her "Khushi, tomorrow is my flight. – we need to talk" but there was no reply. He had to see her and paced his room back and forth as he decided on a plan of action. He loosened is tie and threw his jacket on the bed in frustration. He decided there was nothing else left to do – he would have to go to her room but he had to wait until everyone was asleep. He could not believe he had to sneak in like a thief to see the woman who was until recently married to him and living in the same room as him.

Dhruv waited for Ayi to go to bed and the last of the guests and servants to leave before making his way up to see Khushi. He needed to talk to her and confront her about her past life. He stood outside her door hearing her sobs. He felt a pain slowly clutch his heart – why did her tears have this power over him? Why could he not see her unhappy – Dhruv felt a strange heaviness in his heart as he stood outside her door. "Kaun" he heard her say. "Khushi its me, Dhruv – open the door."
He knew she had not been sleeping or resting as she opened the door still in her black gown, her eyes red and swollen as she tried to put on a brave face. But he who knew, he could see the 12 yea rold girl he knew, he knew how gentle and delicate she was. He pulled her up and without any questions, took her in his arms and tried to comfort her. She somehow could not hold herself or be brave in front of him and broke down in his arms weeping loudly. He could feel her body trembling as she cried. He pushed her hair back and wipe her tears periodically murmuring "its okay khushi – sab theek hojayayga – main hoon," but to no avail. She was inconsolable.

Arnav noticed the lights in the hall were out and figured everyone was asleep. He quietly made his way to the house and slowly walked up the stairs towards Khushis room. He could hear muffled cries as he stood outside Khushi's room. He grew concerned as he approached her door but much to his surprise it was open. He peered thru the opening and stopped in his tracks as he caught a glimpse of Khushi in Dhruv's arm – his heart sank. The sight made him go crazy. She seemed to be crying and he was stroking her hair, wiping her tears and comforting her. A fit of jealous rage took over Arnav as he clenched his fists and tightened his jaw. Here she was in Dhruv's arms, complete willing and just a while ago she was fighting to get out his arms.. Arnav wanted to run in and comfort her. He wanted to push Dhruv away and take her from him. He wanted to take care of her, she was his to take care of. Arnav felt his heart ripped out of his chest as he turned his back to the view that he could not bare to see.

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My heart goes out to Arnav, hope he hears something good. Nice Uodate.

Poor Arnav, but he does deserve to hurt a little too. Poor Khushi, she's so conflicted and so sad.