So this story got moved to Fan Fictions from the IPK forum...I dont really know how. But anyways here's part 6...enjoy.
Part 6
It had been 15 minutes since uncle and aunty had left. But Arnav still hadn't moved a muscle. The enormity of what he had done was slowly sinking in.
All the moments came rushing back to him. Khushi's face the moment he had told her he hated her, after they had gotten married, flashed in his head. He couldn't get that image out of his head. What she had said haunted him...app sirf nafrat ke layak hai.
God, she had never been more right. Arnav got up slowly, despite the pain, and walked towards the mirror in his room. He looked at reflection and he felt...disgust. Disgust like he had never felt before. He hadn't even felt like this when he had seen khushi and shyam together on that damn terrace. He wished He could go back and change everything. How he wished he could take it all back. He wished he had stayed on the terrace longer so he had heard the whole conversation. What had he done.
He couldn't recognize himself in the mirror. He had done such awful things to her that he could not look at himself. Aap sirf nafrat ke layak hai...it kept replaying in his mind. And then arnav lost it. He hit the mirror with his fist. Blood started to flow from his hand. But he couldn't feel that pain. How could he feel that pain when the image of all the ways he had hurt Khushi kept flashing in his head.
Arnav felt a searing pain in his head. Within a few seconds he lost consciousness and fell to the floor.
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Khushi woke up next morning and got ready for work. She would not think of him again.
She should never have gone there to meet him. Was she a masochist? She knew he would not be happy to see her, so why had she gone. Right, she couldn't stop herself. His accident had shaken her up quite a bit. She had thought that rather than sitting around worrying about him, it would be better to just go and see him once. Now she wished she hadn't. It had been three years but he was still the same. He was still calling her names. Perhaps some people never change. Perhaps he would always hate her.
She won't think of him anymore. Anyways, her work should keep her busy. It had been keeping her busy for the last few years, afterall.
"Khushi are you leaving," amma yelled from the kitchen.
"Ji amma, I am getting late," Khushi yelled back. "Wait bitiya, eat something first," amma said.
"Amma I don't have time. I will just get something to eat at the office cafeteria later, don't worry," Khushi replied back, grabbed her file and then ran out the door. She was going to be late if she didn't hurry.
Thankfully she was only a few minutes late to the Couture house. In the last three years, Khushi had made something of herself. She wasn't good for nothing, stupid as someone seemed to think. After her divorce, Khushi had decided that she would stop weeping for a man who clearly did not deserve it. So she had decided to do something with her life rather than pine for him. She had taken fashion designing courses. She had worked very hard. And she had gotten a part time job at the Couture house as an intern. She had worked up the ladder until she had recently been promoted to an assistant fashion designer. Her dream was to be a fashion designer and not just any fashion designer but the best fashion designer in the city. She was slowly working her way up the ladder. Couture house wasn't that well known in the fashion world...it certainly wasn't as big as the AR house but it was a start. When she made a name for herself in the fashion industry, she could land a job at another bigger company. AR house was certainly the biggest one out there but she would never work there. She was hoping she could land a job at the AR house's rivals.
She was jerked out of her thoughts when Karan said "Khushi you are late."
And it was all his fault. Even after three years he could still mess with her head. She wouldn't have been late if she hadn't went to see arnav yesterday. If she hadn't seen him then she wouldn't have been upset and she would have gone to sleep on time. Uufff...and here she went again thinking about him.
Khushi said, "sorry Karan...boss isn't angry is he?"
"Nahh...you are normally very punctual so I don't think he will say anything."
Her boss...Dhruv Singh, the heartthrob of her office. He was certainly handsome, but she did not think of him like that.
"Khushi come on hurry up, you have the designs right," Hiru said. Hiru was one of the fashion designers in this company and Khushi worked under her. Then there was Suddha, Swetha, and Ouma, who were the other fashion designers in our company. And sangeetha, asha, and aisha were the other assistant fashion designers.
"Yay right here," Khushi handed the file to Hiru. "Lets go we have to present this to the big boss," Hiru said.
Guys I dont know much about the fashion industry. Thus, I dont know what Karan does yet. 😕 I dont want him to be a fashion designer or an assistant or a secretary (I wanted him to have a higher post)...what other jobs are there in a fashion house? Does anyone know. Is there something in marketing? Perhaps a clothing engineer? Do you have any suggestions. I am gonna have to research 🥱
I wanted to ask you what you thought about my writing style. I have never been a great writer and I make no claims otherwise...I used to get B's in my college english essays and that too after working really hard. I enjoy writing because its a challenge but I know I need improvement. So you guys tell me how you think I can improve. 😃 😃
I am dedicating this to stafhtad. I am sure you are gonna love this Khushi. The advice you gave me in your pm...I am gonna use it...you will see how as the story unfolds. I wont show all my cards. 😉 Thanks, hun, for the feedback...the comment and the pm. 🤗 🤗
Ok then will be waiting for the comments. 😃 😃
If you want pm's add as buddy.
Edit- Guys I just found out Mitrashakti passed away yesterday. I used to enjoy reading her threads. I am kinda shaken up about it. Its just very sad. Can you guys just say a prayer for her.
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