SS - ArHi: Saansein (Complete) - Page 3

Arnav's life flashed before his eyes. The moments he spent with Khushi. Her doe-like eyes, her contagious laughter, her pagalpan. If Arnav could just get up from this chair he would apologise and try to set everything right. If he could just do anything, anything to make Khushi's pain go away he would do it in the blink of an eye. Instead, Arnav was giving Khushi more pain by putting himself in this predicament. Because somewhere in his heart, he knew that Khushi loved him. And dying, would make Khushi unhappy.

The sound of the gunshot echoed the whole room.

Arnav waited for the pain but it never came. Instead he opened his eyes to in time to see Shyam Manohar Jha falling into a heap on the cold concrete floor.

And for the first time since Anjali had found out her husband was a two-timing perverted scumbag, she felt as if she could finally breathe.

Arnav had to blink twice to make sure he wasn't imagining his sister in front of him, holding a gun, a gun of all things. Where was her damn pooja thali? He was sure he was hit by the bullet, and hallucinating but was soon pulled out of his reverie when Anjali engulfed him in a big hug. She pulled back as soon as she realized he wasn't hugging back, but rapidly figured that his hands were tied. She proceeded to untie him all the while whispering apologies in her Chotey's ears. All of which were unheard by Arnav because he was still in shock.

It was after the police took Shyam away, when Anjali revealed that she was the one that had Arnav kidnapped.

"I'm sorry Chotey, but it had to be done."

Arnav did not say a word.

Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada was a strong girl. God have given her many tests in life and she had passed them all with flying colours. They were hard, she had to admit but she never complained. Until now. She couldn't help but feel a sense of discomfort wash over her. For the past few days she was restless. Her heart constricted painfully at the thought that Arnav Ji had left her, despite her begging him not to, despite her telling him that she could prove to him about the truth. She felt as if she couldn't breathe, and she couldn't help but feel as if he was in danger.

She shook herself out of her thoughts and bought the vegetables that Anjali asked her to. She had given Khushi a list of errands to run to take Khushi's preoccupied mind of things. Khushi had gone to Anjali, a to ask if Arnav had at least called her and the answer was the negative.

"Do you trust me?" Anjali had asked. Khushi nodded without skipping a beat and Anjali gave her the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. That was soon followed by a list of chores to do to keep Khushi busy.

After buying Anjali's medicines Khushi rushed on home, feeling a sense of anticipation. Why she was having these weird feelings, Khushi did not know. As soon as she got to the door Khushi felt her heartbeat quicken. She brushed it off and entered Shantivan, dismissing her dhak dhak as acidity as usual. She was overcome with the some gust of wind and the feeling of Arnav's presence as soon as she stepped through the door.

When she saw Arnav sitting on the couch she ran to him, medicines and grocery forgotten.