OS: The Rescue & Regret path - Page 11

Hope Anjali gets to know the truth soon..

I'm loving your plot, update the next part quickly.. :-))

every day i was checking only index... but when i opened it today to post a comment ... i saw i already missed 2 beautiful parts...

nice updates ... it is really nice how u used expressions and feelings for arnav instead of words to show his guilt.👏...i like it😊

waiting for next part

Arnav looked in those ever so sparkling eyes that looked at him in a way which melted his heart right from the bottom of the borders which he had built over the years. He always wondered if he ever knew something like her would happen to him in his life, may be he would have lived his life a little differently. If he knew one day he would fall head over heels in love with this girl in front of him, he would have given every chance to turn all those situations they faced into a positive way.

They stood there in their room, mesmerizing their times together, staring and being lost in each other's hazel world and saying the unsaid things through their eyes. He brought his hand on to the side of her face; he cupped her face in his hands and swallowed hard looking right in her eyes.

He would give anything in that moment to go back all those months in his life and undo a lot of things he had done in their relationship. Not just the misunderstanding but also all those accusations he threw at her right from the very first time they met. He all of a sudden remembered how she fell right in his arms the very first time they came across each other and then how he went beyond rudeness, breaking the pearls that she wore.

His eyes immediately fell to the ground and his hands started falling off from her face. Khushi observed the sudden change in his look. Those eyes that looked at her with something like love and affection suddenly turned into hesitation, but this time she have never seen her Arnav singh Raizada looking down, she didn't like that look a bit, she couldn't stand him looking down of his own self, no way! She thought and caught hold of his hands from falling off her face. She held both of his hands in that of hers that forced him to look at her.

"Khushi--" he sighed in such a manner which made her heart ache for him.

He resumed back his hand on the side of her face, tucked a hair behind her earlobe and smiled weakly which was more like a smile of bitterness.

"Tum--tum theek ho na khushi?" he asked in his husky low voice giving away the immense care that is hidden in his heart.

Even if khushi wasn't fine, that one sentence from him would make her alright-she thought. Every time he asked something like that her heart went out with such an emotion that would melt away any anger that she would think of holding back for him.

She sniffed the little tears away and nodded a yes, feeling his hand on her cheeks by closing her eyes for a fraction of second.

He looked at the shoulder strap that she is wearing and immediately remembered her being shot---the look on her face when she was being held in shyam's arms, the way she walked helplessly towards him still having that look which clearly said that she thought he dint believe her yet, the way she collapsed in his arms, the way she went ahead explaining about the will papers---making sure to clear herself off in case something happens----Oh Hell!! He couldn't even think what might be going through her mind which made her confess about the Will papers even in such a situation.

He sniffed his wet eyes and looked everywhere except for her eyes. She gripped him at her fingers entwining her fingers with his forcing her to look at him and he did all too hesitantly. No it's not that he dint want to--it's just that he couldn't bare the pure and innocent look in her eyes despite bearing so much from him--despite him being not less than a pain for her although--despite going through so much she still wanted to be with him--this thought and that look in her eyes scares him.

"Khushi--tum" he stopped looking at her and he dig his fingers in pain a habit which he does to control his emotions. He then again looked at her wound and squeezed his eyes shut unable to take all this any longer.

"Kya zarorath thi khushi tumhe wahan aane ki? Kya zaroorath thi tumhe mujhe donndne ki? Ye--ye--" He pointed to her shoulder and looked away unable to complete.

He then held both of her arms in his hands--remembering to do it gently--alongside remembering his rude actions of same kind in the past, regretting everything instantly--he very slightly brought her closer to him.

"Do you have an idea what I'm going through? Tumhe kuch hojaatha toh?--mera kya hoga khushi??, wha---what would I do----" He trailed off looking away.

She was shocked. Dumb struck! Totally bewildered. Agreed he said it with his usual ferocious tone but the soul in his voice urged her to believe what she has been determined not to believe.

"Kya zaroorath thi mujhe doondne ki aur itna baada risk lene ki?" He said with his gritted teeth.

"Risk?" she questioned and he was surprised at her English word.

"Shayad ye sab karna hamareliye khatra tha Arnav ji, hum maanthe hai, hame kuch bhi hosaktha tha---" He rose in anger at the mere mention of that sentence and stepped forward to stop her but she continued before he could stop.

"Lekin agar hum yeh sab nahin karthe, agar hum aapko doond nahin paten, hum toh jeete jee marjaathe"

"Shut up! Khushi! Will you??" he more or less barked.

"Nahin! Kyun shut up?" she reasoned and he had to look at her with his mouth opened.

"Kyun chup rahe hum, hum sach hi toh kehrahe. Kya aapko andaza bhi hai hume aapke bina kaise laga tha?"

No, he dint know, he didn't wanted to know either. He rolled his eyes and started walking around the room as in despair--as if he dint want her to say all that--indicating his hesitation--he banged his fist in the air-no khushi, don't speak all that, it will torture me, Despite giving you so much pain, I can't stand hearing to your concern for me--I don't deserve it Dammit!!!

"pal pal pagal horathe the hum, aapko pata bhi hai humne kitna tadap tadap ke itne din guzare hai?" He sighed standing at the side of the cupboard leaving her at the entrance of the room while she looked behind, uttering those words in her usual angry argument way.

"Kya aapko pata hai ki hum kitna pareshaan--"

"Stop..stop khushi--" He snapped and she was shocked.

"Pehli baath, tumhe meri chintha karne ki koi zaroorath nahin thi, that's what got you this" he showed her, the banded hand referring to it.

"Aur doosree baath, mujhe yeh sab nahin jaanna, nahin jaanna ki tum meri kitni chintha karthhe ho,nahin jaanna ki tum kitna pareshaan hogayee thi kyunki---" He again came closer to her and was standing in front of her pointing his finger. "kyunki---I repeat khushi kumara gupta singh raizada, tumhe yeh sab karne ki koi zaroorath nahin thi" he snapped again and looked away.

She then released a big sigh and looked at him with pleading and wet eyes. She closed her eyes letting those twinkling droplets fall, he still had head his turned away from her. She remembered all that she had to go through and put up with shyaam, she remembered how she wished he would never be away in the first case so that she never had to do all that; she had missed him so much; she winced at the mere memory and had her eyes glued to the ground.

"Kaash aap jaan pate ki huma kaisa lagtha aapke bina" she murmured and he had to look at her after squeezing his eyes shut to control his emotion.

"Khu--" He stopped dead looking at her tears. "Kash aap jaan pathe hume kya kuch nahin sehna padha" she uttered in a still low voice with her head still glued to the ground.

He looked at her shocked. "What?" he caught hold of her face in his hands making her look at him.

"Ky--kya khushi, kya sehna padha?" he was at once concerned. His worry reached heights and he couldn't even stand the thought of anything bad happened to her. He looked at her searching for her eyes and suddenly a dangerous thought crossed his mind--

"usne tumhare saath??" he more or less confirmed his thought and this made her look at him. She looked at those ever so concerned eyes and was lost in them yet again. How his concern makes her feel on the top of the world while her concern for him makes him angry?? How could this be possible? She then remembered Anjali's words--.humara laad karna, pyar karna chote ko kabhi pasand nahin tha..

Then how the hell is she going to show him her love??? She wondered.

Her eyes suddenly became strong, her jaw tightened, she swallowed hard putting up an angry and hard look on her face sniffing back her tears. She brought her hands onto that of his which were holding her face and dropped them down. He looked at her action and was shocked.

"Kyun batayen? Jab aapko hamari chinta ke bare main kuch nahin jaanna, hum kyun batayen aapko?" she questioned moving away from him.

"Khushi--" he was now more than worried for her.

"Kyun? Aapko humaree chintha horahee hai? Par kyun? Jab aapko yeh lagtha hai ki hume aapki parwa nahin karnee chahiye, hum kyun aapko humaari parwa karne de?" she questioned and he was dumb stuck at her sudden outburst.

"Batayiye Arnav ji, kyun nahin karnee chahiye hume aapki chintha? Ha--pareshaan jojathe hai hum, aap nahin ho, toh hume aapki yaad sataathi hai, aap takleef main ho, toh hame aapki chintha satati hai, aur hum yeh maanne se bilkul peeche nahin hathenge, kyun ki yahin sach hai lekin aaap---?" she trailed off--

"Hume pata hai aap jo dikhane ki koshish kar rahe hai, voh sach nahin hai, batayiye Arnav ji, kyun naa kare hum aapki chintha?" she questioned and he was just standing there totally dumb folded.

"You don't understand" he confessed looking down.

"Toh samjayiye hume, kyun--"

She trailed off and he looked at her only to see her holding the side of her head with her fingers, her eyes shut as if she was about to faint.

"Khushi" he at once came to her side, wrapped a hand around her shoulders and walked her to their bed. He made her sit on the bed while remembering the doctor's words earlier---keep her out of any kind of stress.

Hell! He just knows to give her only that--stress and pain!! He thought and made her lay down putting her legs on the bed.

"Arnav ji" she called while laying her head back on the pillow.

"Khushi, relax" he came closer to her face. He quickly wiped her tears and dried her face. He then held her face caressing her hair and looked at her with pleading and much softened eyes.

"Khushi, tumhe araam ki zaroorath hai, please sojao" he almost begged and she just stared. This time she held the angry look, a stare which literally screamed at him---'will you or will you not confess??'

He ignored that look and continued to tuck her in more. He then glanced at her again and she was still staring with that expectant look. He held her face with one of his hand and caressed her cheeck with his thumb showing her the care. "Khushi, please araam karo, main yahin par hoon, I'm here with you!" he tried to assure her.

"aap hamare saath hai toh aapko is baath ki dilaasa hume kyun deni pad rahee aapko? Aapko baar baar yeh jataana kyun padraha hai ki aap hamare saath hai? Hume aisa kyun lagraha hai ki aap ab bhi hamse bohath door hai?" she questioned him and he once again was taken aback by her new developed boldness.

"Kya chal raha hai aapke man mein Arnavji, batayiye hume" she almost begged.

He dint want to give her anymore stress. He looked at her sleepy eyes and weak eye-lids that looked so far from the usual khushi like twinkling eyes. He regretted instantly for putting her through this.

"Khushi, apni ankhen dekho, tum bohath thag gayee ho, please sojao, please" he said caressing her hair trying to put her to sleep. She dint look a bit affected by his actions. She was so determined with that strong look that she held, she just wanted him to speak to her, but he wouldn't like always. He dint walk away this time, he just wanted her to rest, but whatever she wasn't a bit pleased with his actions. She was angry, very much on herself, on him, on everything'she doesn't even want to go to sleep, she is scared of the dream that's haunting her. How the hell is he going to understand this?

"Yeh lo pani peelo aur thoda araam karo" he said making the glass of water and bringing it to her mouth. She glanced from the glass to him and he stood in order to bend and help her drink water.

In the next moment, the glass of water was exchanged from his hand into hers and the she threw it hard on the ground showing her raging fury.

"Khushi!!!!!!!!" he screamed, getting every bit angry with her sudden action.

"aapko humare liye chintha karne ki koi zaroorath nahin hai--hum karne nahin denge" she screamed back and turned her head away giving an impression that she is now set to sleep.

He just stared at her blankly. He didn't know what to do, how to react, khushi's sudden behavior was different, so different from his khushi. She was never the one going for destruction out of anger; it was him who would do that. He was totally dumb stuck and bent down on the ground to pick up the broken glass pieces.