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Chapter 1 - Introduction
'Mister Arnav Singh Raizada please report at Gate 21'
He was being called, and the sensible thing was to not delay the flight anymore but he couldn't ignore Khushi's parting words, her plea for him to stay.
A series of moments flashed infront of his eyes, moments he had spent with Khushi, moments important to him and just when he had taken the decision to turn back, to go to her and promise her of his stay, he spotted her with Shyam ' a sleazy smile on his face as he spoke to her. Arnav wished he could see her face now; see how well an actress Khushi was. He wondered if all the moments he somewhere deep down cherished were all an act. Anger jolted through him as he found himself vulnerable once again. I will not think about her, I don't give a damn! He reminded himself turning away from the two deceitful people. He didn't care, he simply didn't care. Like a charade that would play in his mind the words kept repeating as he forced himself towards Gate 21, only if he could really believe all those lies he kept telling himself.
He was stopped at the gate, 'This is Arnav Singh Raizada' he emphasized.
'Sorry sir but the flight has already left, you couldn't make it on time' said the attendant.
'Ohh okie' he nodded turning away dejectedly. He didn't want to go home, so he decided to find abode in one of the hotels in Delhi.
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Having booked a suite, Arnav made himself comfortable on the recliner and closed his eyes trying to clear his head.
'Disturbed, aren't you?' spoke a crisp sharp voice right above him. His eyes flew open and met the gaze of a man same age as him sporting a pair of dress shoes, dress slacks, white-stripped dress shirt, and loosened necktie accentuated by a beige trench coat.
'Who the hell are you?' Arnav asked, surprised that the man had broken into his suite. Going by his unkempt look, he looked like a worn-out average working man. But there was no mistaking the stony matured face and the aura around him which made Arnav feel inferior almost instantly.
'Castiel, am an Angel' the man introduced himself.
'What?'
'You heard me' he emphasized.
'What the hell are you doing in my room?' Arnav asked.
'I am here as an answer to someone's prayers'
'Get out right now' Arnav dismissed him rubbing his palm on his forehead, trying to ebb away the headache he knew to be coming. 'Look I don't have the time for this, so please leave'.
'Not until I do what I am here for' said the man willfully.
'and what is that?' Arnav asked irritated.
'Your wife Khushi Singh Raizada, she wished for someone who would knock some sense into you, and I am here to fulfill it'.
There it was, her name, it had to come up ofcourse, he had been expecting this.
'Is this a set up? Coz really it's not funny anymore' Arnav said annoyed as he approached the door to hold it open. Khushi Khushi Khushi! Will she ever let him live in peace?
The man named Castiel stared at Arnav with a smug face as he tried to open the door which simply wouldn't even budge. 'Damn It! It's not even locked. How'd you do that?'.
'I am an angel' Castiel answered in a matter-of-fact tone 'and I won't leave until I have done what I am here for' he answered making himself comfortable on the couch.
'Yeah and I am supposed to believe in this sick joke of yours? An angel? Angels don't exist! Oh actually they do, In Khushi's world everything exists!' Arnav shook his head with incredulity written all over his face.
'I am not here to prove my identity to you'
A long silence settled between them. As Castiel continued to stare at him with prodding eyes, Arnav had the urge to throw something at his face, but the man seemed to emanate an aura of excellence and might. He was scared to witness his anger firsthand.
'Okay I believe you' Arnav spoke in deep sarcasm as he folded his arms across his chest and asked 'What is it that I have to do? Call Khushi? How much did she pay you by the way?'
'What is it Arnav, you have no faith?' Castiel asked getting up.
'Cut the crap, and come to the point?' he muttered through clenched teeth.
'That's what I am here for. You don't know people for who they really are, you don't treat them right and am here to teach you a lesson'
What load of rubbish, This had to be Khushi's plan, he thought 'What lesson? Respect? honour? Just get this over with I don't have the time-'
'Oh we have time' Castiel said smugly. 'Lots of it' His tone changed indicating that he meant business, a tone Arnav often used on his employee's just that for the first time this tone was being used on him.
'Watch, Observe and Learn' said the man named Castiel as he raised his hand upto Arnav's forehead, A blinding light made it hard for him to see what happened next, rubbing his eyes with his palms he looked around, only to find himself standing all alone in his hotel room.
What the hell happened? Where was the man? He thought. Whatever! I don't have time for this. Arnav sighed turning away from the scenario hoping to have a relaxing bath.In Every Birth, Find Me The night air in Mathura was thick with monsoon rains. In her small room lit only by a flickering diya, Radhika drifted...
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