OS: The Rescue & Regret path - Page 6

Part-6:

Khushi was running in some lonely place, her heart beating faster every second and her eyes searching for the one thing or rather one person desperately. Her bare feet hurt with a burning sensation begging her to give up, but she still tried to keep the steady pace. She became breathless and her body struggled against her.

"Khushi.." she heard him call out and instantly her head looked around for the source of the voice.

"Khushi---" she again heard him but this time she sensed the direction of the source of the voice. "Khushi yahan--" He called out again and this time she advanced in the direction of the sound.

After walking a couple of minutes, carefully analyzing the place, she finally found him standing at a distance. Identifying him immediately, she fastened her foot steps and raced the small distance to stand in front of him. If the place appeared weird and blank to her, she ignored. All she wanted at the moment was to have a clear complete look at him.

He was in his regular 3-piece suit, with his overcoat being hanged on one of his arms exposing his white shirt and a dark colored vest. Seeing her he dropped his jacket on the floor while extending his hand towards her. She smiled lovingly at him, a smile that reflected in his eyes all too gracefully. She reached out to hold his hand and the moment she neared the little distance, she was at once bounced back.

"Kushi'" he said and she looked at his pleading eyes.

"Hum-hum aaa nahin aprahe hai" she was panicked.

"Khoshish karo khushi--"

She tried to approach him again to reach his extended hand but she was again pushed back with an invisible force. Both of them are standing opposite to each other, with a mere 1 foot distance, but she was unable to break the barriers that seemed to be in front of him. It seemed as though he was aware of those barriers but not letting her know about it. It was her turn to look at him in a pleading way and tears rolled down her eyes.

"Hum aapke paas nahin aparahe hai--" she said in that ever so pleading manner, with her eyes red with hurt and her hand desperate to reach his. She then observed his expressions soften'his pleading look was now replaced with something that looked like he accepted the barriers in between them. She dint like that look, not at all and when he swallowed hard and gave that smile which looked more like a distortion , she felt like her night-mares have become true.

She nodded her head saying a no---not to do what he was about to do; he smiled again, this time it was rather a sigh of grimace. He then turned around and started going away from her.

"Nahin--aap nahin jasakthe--please vapas ajayiye, hum yee--ye joh bhi hai thod denge, aapke paas ayanege--" too late he was walking and now he was vanishing into the distance of what looked like a woody place.

"Arnav ji..!!!!" she shouted in the top of her voice with her lungs almost exploding out in order to stop him--.

**

"Arnav ji"

"Khushi main yahin par hoon"

she jerked open her eyes with trembling hands which she realized was being held by another hand.

He was alerted the moment he heard his name from the voice. He held her hands tighter and appeared from behind her to have a look at her face. She was awake! He wasn't dreaming! Whatever he had been thinking has all vanished with one rescue call from her. Once word from her taking his name, which meant she needed him, he would be right there.

The moment she called his name waking up from the scariest dream ever, he was immediately there assuring her whatever she had been thinking or worrying about is all just a dream. As if their thinking collided, as if he somehow knew what she dreamed of though she isn't quite sure if she remembers the dream---despite all these, he was just right there as soon as she needed him.

**

After initial panic, his voice and the tight grip on her hand reassured her that he was right there. She was lying on that bed with her sparkling eyes searching for him and when they were finally locked with that of his eyes, she inhaled a sigh of relief, there were tears rolled down the side of her face, her lips were numb with loss of saliva--"aap--"

If she thought that she actually screamed his name out loud, it was only in her dream, but in reality she hardly whispered. Her voice was low and husky, and she swallowed trying to wet her lips and he immediately brought her the nearby glass of water.

Without bringing herself to drink the water, she brought her hand slowly on to his face running her tender fingers along his jaw line.

"Aap theek hai" she whispered. "Aap yahin par ho?" she smiled.

He returned the smile and his eyes were all wet finally being able to see her like this.

"Pagal ladki, khud ki halath toh dekho" he smiled and she closed her eyes letting out those twinkling tears out. . His ears longed to hear his name from her voice and now when he finally did, words couldn't describe how relieved he was. He then came closer to her observing every feature of her by rolling his eyes all over her face.

"Tumhe pata bhi hai kab se yahan pe aisee padhee ho? You scared me khushi!" he whispered in her ears and she smiled more.

"Meri bak-bak se aaapko thodi rahath toh milee na----"

"Shhh---" he placed his finger on her lips looking right in her eyes.

"Don't you dare speak like that, ever Khushi" he snapped a little, a habit which she has fallen in love with lately, or rather something which she had been missing--his anger, which conveys a lot more love than he could ever anticipate, only she would know how the anger could mean love and just pure care for her. She smiled more, completely satisfied this time.

Amused at her smile, he kept staring into her eyes. They stared and melted into each other's hazel world for what seemed like million seconds. He then remembered the glass of water in his hands. He showed the glass of water in his hand rolling his eyes sideways, she looked and nodded a 'yes' slightly. He helped her up and made her drink water, gently placing the glass in her mouth and holding her head with the other hand.

After putting the glass back on the table he resumed back their hand-lock making sure he is gripping her hand all too protectively.

"You really scared the hell out of me Khushi" He confessed looking like a lost puppy. He then observed the look in her eyes. A one in a million dollar kind of --'khushi-like' look, which he had always ignored in the past. His heart would right away recognize what that look means or rather what's in her mind behind that look is, but his egoistic mighty ASR mind always asked him to ignore that look.

A look filled with pure innocence, which conveyed a message as if she had proved something. When he said 'she scared him' she thought he cares for her enough to be scared of losing her. She was content with this feeling, she was happy that the emotion which conquered her has more or less, did reciprocate in him and more importantly he wasn't hiding it. There always this look on her face which conveyed she was glad to realize his care for her, and that look would always bring the forbidden ASR out; he would then ignore and walk away.

This time it was different. If the same look did bring a different Arnav out previously, now it was not the angry ASR who came out but the guilty ASR. He suddenly realized that this is all wrong. He can't let this happen. He cannot let her get carried away with this feeling. Last night he had spent hours thinking and making up his mind to face her hatred. He was rather prepared for her cold treatment and would readily accept it; he knew he deserved more than just that.

But khushi? He wondered---she seemed just happy being with him, she seemed content of having him beside her; she seemed to have forgotten all that she had been through or rather he had put her through. She seemed as if she has forgiven him, without as much as a mere apology or explanation which she did deserve! This realization has hit in the right chord of the guilty ASR; if not anything else, it only added to his guilt more.

How could she? What the hell is she made of? He thought that dealing with an angry khushi is much easier. She sure as hell SHOULD be angry on him! She isn't? But why khushi? Why Lov--He was even scared to take the word in reference to her. It dint make any sense! It really didn't!

"Khushi, main abhi aya" he said deciding to escape her eyes that held so much love for him.

"Nahin" she tightened the grip on his hand when he was just about to get up. "App kahin nahin jayenge" she demanded.

"Khushi, main bas abhi ajaoonga" he reasoned. "Doctor ko bhulana hai khushi, you should get checked once, bas do minute main ajaoonga" he assured.

"nahin, nahin , nahin. Aap ko kahin jaane ki zaroorath nahin hai, hum bilkul theek hai aur doctor ki koi zaroorath nahin hai" she reasoned back in her own khushi way.

"Khushi, zid math karo" it was 3am in the morning and everything around the hospital was silent.He needed to wake the nurse up and get her to call the doctor.

"For god's sake khushi, tum ek bohath badi operation ke baad hosh main aye ho, please, mujhe doctor ko bulane do, bas 2 min se zyada nahin loonga, please" he literally begged observing her tight grip on his hand. She is not going to listen, he gathered as much. He brought his other hand over hand and tried to ease the grip of her fingers. She was nodding her head saying a no--

"Khushi bas 2 min--" he said just when he was finally able to release his hand from her grip, as her hands were too weak to hold tighter.

He secretly promised himself that he will be back before she would realize that he is away.

Just when he turned around and approached the door, it was his turn to panic as he heard the cracking sound of the glass material on the floor--a sound which would surely alert the whole corridor of the silent hospital. He turned around in the next instant only to find khushi in a disoriented position. Her upper body was hanging from the bed with her hand stretched across the table which only indicated that she tried hard to reach the table and throw the glass.

"Khushi--" He was shocked and worried all of a sudden.

"Kya huwa?" A nurse busted open into the ICU, her face clearly indicated pure shock with the sudden sound. "Patient ko hosh agaya?" she gathered looked at khushi. "Main abhi doctor ko phone karoongee" she exclaimed and ran out of the room as fast as she arrived.

Within the next instant Arnav reached khushi, helped her up placing her head on the pillow back, placing her hand gently on her body----

"Appki problem solved, doctor ko bhulane ke liye aapko jaane ki koi zaroorath nahin hai" she commented as he was busy tucking her in with a serious and unreadable expression on his face.

"Yeh--kya pagalpan hai khushi?" he exclaimed trying to keep control of his anger.

"Tumhe lagjatee toh?, maine kahan na 2 minute main aajaoonga--"

"Nahin! Main aapko kahin jaane nahin doongee, kahin bhi nahin, bilkul bhi nahin!" she behaved stubborn like a small kid. He rolled his eyes unable to react to her.

"Pichle baar aap chodke gaye, dekhiye ye kya huwa, kya aap phir se chahthe hai ki hume kuch--"

"Shut up Khushi!! Mujhe torture mat karo! It's not funny..!!" he snapped in his typical ASR way. He in fact raised his voice this time more than needed. She was at once startled and her eyes became wet.

Hell! This what he has been scared of--hurting her and looking at those tears of her knowing very well that he is the sole reason for those tears.

He reached out his hand and placed on her head holding her head in his palm. He then closed the small distance, standing very close to her bed and brought her face to rest on his chest.

"Asie harqat math karo khushi" He whispered caressing her hair.

"aur aap kabhi mujhse door mat jayiyega" she demanded.

He didn't know what else to do; he never knew what else to say when someone demanded love, or rather when someone showered so much love on him. He just did what he had been resisting to do all the while, he brought his lips on that of her face and placed a tender kiss on her forehead that rested on his chest. She smiled and melted more in his arms.

He dint know what else to feel. The fight between his mind and his heart is still full on. While his mind played games and probed him repeatedly that he never deserved her, his heart gave away and wanted to just love her for the rest of his life. Nevertheless he listened to his heart for the moment and stayed like that for a while.

His di was right, Arnav singh Raizada is scared of love, scared to love and more than that scared to be loved. Love--its a complicated word for him but he never believed in it in the first case. He was sure of one thing, she would be better off without him, but how the hell is he going to let her know about this??

To be continued...

Aww.. that was so beautiful.. but please don't let him push her away.. that will hurt her more!! 😭

u knw wat i was searching for some OS ..n gt bord wth othr OS n FF whch ore like lust than love n more over its nt d way arnav or khusi behave..den at dat tym ur PM n i was jst thnk GOd u listen to me n gave ur OS: The Rescue & Regret path. I seriousy wish i cud c dis OS in our IPKKND. bt dear in nxt part pls dont separate arnav and khushi..rather if possible if u cud a new dimension like arnav getting changed grom ASR to a loving husband who learn how to express his love , concern , be like khushi.thought nt complely bt atleast alil.n even khusi getting more clsoe to arnav..being jealous for nt loosing him..sth of dat sort...

Excellent 👏- Please continue and PM me.

Wow..I am totally speechless...you should be the writer of this show...brilliant work..you have portrayed arnav and khushi so perfectly...can't wait to read the next part...
could you plz PM me when you update next? thanks a ton :)

Part 7:

3 am..RM:

Though all of them were sent back home from the hospital, sleep was just the last thing that they could think of. Khushi has been lying there in the hospital; Arnav was totally depressed and is hanging in there waiting for her to open her eyes; the mere of thought of the whole turn of events disoriented everyone. There was this unusual silence in the house while everyone cuddled up in the hall, with their phones in their hands, making sure the landline is working fine and waiting for the one call which would make everything alright.

The Gupats weren't informed of anything yet. No one had the courage to do so, not even Payal given the fact they had been out of Delhi to get some medication to bauji in the nearby Ayurvedic hospital which is in outskirts. They have decided to let the night pass before they inform anything.

While Anjali was shocked and there are many questions which she needed answers for, she was also very much worried about her husband's phone being constantly in switch off mode. This seemed very unusual and her brain started giving weird and worried thoughts about him. However, she knew better than to let her state of mind to affect everyone; she never understood how a small panic expression on her face would alert the whole house and bring it upside down. She always did try not to put so much pressure on anyone but with chote it's quite not possible. He would make fuss about every single concern of her. No wonder she always has this feeling that he hides a lot of things from her, may be even his pain. But enough is enough, she have every right to know what's going on?

One glance at NK and mami she knew that they knew something else which they are hiding which could only mean that whatever it is, it surely wouldn't be any good to hear. But what worse could it be than khushi fighting for her life in a hospital and her chote being restless about it? Whatever they are hiding, could it get worse than this? She bet not. She have finally made up her mind and decided to ask them.

"Nk bhai?, mamiji?, aapko nahin lagtha aap dono ko shayad hame khuch batana chahiye?" she enquired. As the room was dead silent with everyone lost in their own thoughts, they were all suddenly alerted. Payal who have slightly dozed off on Akash's shoulder after weeping for a long time have become all alerted as if it's a question the answer for which she had been waiting to hear.

"Di'voh"

"Anjali bitiya, aap pareshaan--"

"sab ko hamesha ye kyun lagtha hai ki hum pareshaan hojayenge? Ye kyun lagtha hai ki hum sach sun nahin sakthe? Hame sachayi jaanne ka poora haq hai. Hame ye jaane ka poora haq hai ki kya huwa hamare chote aur khushiji ke saath, batayiye Nk bhai? Kya jaanthe hai aap?" she is not going to listen to any other lie now.

Both of them were silent, dead silent. Neither of them, in fact no one in the house ever knew how to disclose a scary truth to Anjali. She had always been treated as a delicate glass which might break any moment. Mami and Nk didn't know how to respond to her, tell her the truth and also tell in such a way that she doesn't panic. How are they gonna do this, given the fact about her health and pregnancy?

Being not able to bare their silence any longer, she approached them with her teary eyes and a tired expression.

"Hum aap se haath jodthe hai, hame please batayiye ki huwa kya? Hum---hum vaada karthe hai ki hum apna khayal rakhenge, himmath se kaam lenge,--" she promised like a small kid.

"Nani, dekkhiye na, inse khahiye ki hume sab sach batade, please nani kya hum sabko sach jaanne ka koi haq nahin hai?" she demanded.

Nani came around and stood infront of Manorama and NK. By now even Akash and Payal joined them and looked at the both expectantly. It was as if they have been pinpointed and they knew they had to face this.

"Boliye na Mami, chote yahan par kab aye the? Voh jab se gaye hame phone kyun nahin kiya? Aaap aur khushiji kahan gaye the au'aur khushiji ko goli?? Ye kaise mumkin hai mami, aap sab humse kya chupa rahe hai?" she almost begged with tears running down her eyes, a mere sight of which could melt any living person.

Unable to decide how far she should reveal the truth, mami started from the first.

"Arnav babuwa London ya Scotland, naahin japaye bitiya, unkaa airport main hi kidnap huwi gava" she said observing Anjali's expressions.

"Kidnap???" while Anjali was shocked trying to compose herself in order to listen more before they decide against it, it was Akash's turn to exclaim in horrified manner.

"Yeah Akash, He was kidnapped and only khushiji was able to find out that something was wrong" NK said and continued with rest of the story all he knew and have gathered from khushi and mami. He did avoid to point out what he already knew unable to decide how to let out such a horrified truth.

Anjali was just silent gathering everything. Her forehead showed sweat of fear and her hands trembled. No wonder people decide against letting her know hard truths, but this time she isn't letting anyone go without telling her the whole truth.

"aur jab finally hame pata chala ki Nannav kahan hai, hum wahan use resuce karne ke liye pahunch gaye, au--aur isi beech us goons se fight karthe huwe, khushi ji ko goli lag gayee" he said and looked at mami after hiding half truth to collect her reaction.

"Khushiji..!!" Anjali exclaimed. "Itna bada risk liya unhone?" she sobbed. "Lekin---"Aise kaam kaun karsaktha hai?" she gathered courage and asked them.

"Yes, who the hell is behind all these,? Aapne hume, ya police ko kyun nahin bataya? Kam se kam mujhe batadete?" Akash exclaimed showing a clear hurt on his face. He couldn't bare the fact that his bhai, mother and khushiji has gone through so much and he isn't aware of anything. He would surely be of some help.

"Mom, mujhe kamsekam batadiya hota mom, main kuch to karsakhtha than a.." tears escaped his eyes. Why does everyone think they can do everything themselves? Bhai never asked him any kind of help, everything he does on his own, infact does things which he is supposed to do. He always wondered, do people thing he isn't capable of anything?

"Babuwa, hum"

"Rehnedijiye mom, khushiji ka dar main samajsaktha hoon, voh kidnapper agar phone bhi karke dhamkee deraha hai",---he trailed off "Waise who is this person who would kidnap bhai?, kya chahiye unlogon ko? Aap kehrahe hai ki voh log khuch paise ya khuch bhi nahin maangrahe?" Akash exclaimed right when his phone buzzed in vibration mode indicating a call.

He handed his number to the nurse outside to call as soon as needed. Though he said that he would stay and wait outside Arnav insisted him to leave assuring him that he would like to be alone and Payal who had been continuously weeping might need him with her. Akash however, made sure he left his number with the nurse and nearby reception people and advised them to call as soon as khushi gains consciousness.

"Hello?" He picked up instantly recognizing the hospital number.

"What??" He exclaimed making everyone's panic to reach heights. "That's great news!" he immediately eased them making sure he says that sentence with a satisfying smile. "Hum sab abhi ate hai" he continued.

"Acha? Are you sure? Okay okay, can you please get Mr.Arnav singh Raizada to talk with me, we would like to speak to him, unke paas koi phone nahin hai" He requested and waited on the other end of the phone.

"Oh--okay, no problem, are you sure hum subah asakhthe hai Oh yeah fine thank you"

He hanged the phone and immediately hugged Anjali. "Di, khushiji ko hosh agaya, abhi abhi wahan ke reception ka call aya hai, voh theek hai, voh kehrahe ki abhi unka checkup horaha hai, aur voh baath bhi kar rahee hai" he said it all in one go.

Anjali sighed a big one indicating her relief and wiped her tears. She cupped Payal's face "Humne kaha na Payalji, Khushiji theek hojayengee" She smiled sniffing her tears back.

"Bhagwaan ka laak-laak shukar hai nani" she hugged nani while everyone around hugged each other.

"Chaliye Akash, hum hospital chalthe hai"

"Nahin di, unlogon ne kahan ki hum subah aajaye, abhi ICU main waise bhi itne logon ko allow nahin karenge aur khushi ji ko araam ki zaroorath hai, Bhai bhi andar hai khushiji ke saath aur voh aadmee kehrahai ki bhai hame subah ane ke liye kahan hai, aur saath main khushiji ke liye naachtha aur kapde lane ke liye kahan hai, abhi subah hone mein khuch hi ghante toh baki hai na di, unhe araam karne dete hai" He said and every one nodded.

"Theeke, ab tum sab bhi todi dher arram karo, hum sabah chalee jayenge" nani advised and everyone obeyed going away into their own rooms waiting for the sun to rise soon.

**

3:30 am..Hospital

The doctor came, checked her thoroughly and reassured that she is now totally fine. She should be kept in observation for another couple of days and then she can be taken home. Also, she was very weak with so much of medication being done and it is important to have just a healthy diet for a while. They treated her wound on the back. It was the place below her left shoulder and it should be covered up from exposing for a few days. They brought in a shoulder strap cement band-aid which would help to heal the wound. It restricted her access to her left hand; however, the pain was so immense that she could hardly move the left side of her body.

When the band-aid is being put around, Arnav was waiting outside. She was very stubborn to put it on which would mean letting him go for a while but the doctors have to convince her. He used this time to let the reception know to call his home and inform everything. When he returned back he heard her shriek in pain; he was so tempted to rush inside and give the doctors his piece of mind but he knew better than to interrupt their work which would in turn be harmful for his khushi. Finally when the dressing was done, he went inside to find a sight of weaker khushi with her eyes turned red and her hand clutched to the bed. He immediately reached to her hand and allowed it clutch his hand in a way to ease the pain. Loving the gesture, she looked at him and smiled warmly.

Arnav was so confused. He dint know how to treat this tender soul who knew nothing about holding grudges and taking revenge. Why isn't she angry on him? The thought always crossed his mind each time he would see her smiling genuinely. He again thought, what could he have possible done which resulted in having her in his life; for a moment he would be very grateful but when he look at the other side of the story, what the hell did she do to have stuck up with someone like me and the worst part being that she never complains about it. How? And Why ??

He caressed her hand, held it in both of his palms and looked in her eyes.

"Bohath dard horahai?"

"Ab thoda behtar hai" she said and her eye-lids gave away with a yawn.

"khushi, ab bohath hogaya, thoda araam karlo" he suggested looking her tired eyes. She smiled again. Oh God! Khushi don't be pleased with my care so much, it could only hurt you more'. He thought with an immediate sign of guilt rushing his mind.

"Nahin! Hum sojayenge toh aap hame chodkar chalejayenge" she pouted

"Enough Khushi main yahin par hoon, aur ye kya pagalpan hai, bas karo ab, tumhe araam ki zaroorath hai" he left her hand and looked away.

She dint like that look on his face--that hesitant look which just indicated that he wants to hold back whatever it is in mind. She hated that look, it reminded her of the angry ASR who always threw accusations at her, remembers her of her aukaad;

She always had this thought in her mind---may be he still thinks the same about her--or maybe he still thinks that she is wrong---maybe she is just too much of a low class to keep up with him--maybe she never was right fit in his life and now since there is no reason any longer for their marriage--may be he is waiting for the right time to put an end to all'maybe it is all just out of sympathy and humanity that he is being nice to her.

'jo rishta nafrath ke buniyaad pe bani hai, usse kabhi kuch umeed karna hamari nadaani nahin toh aur kya hosaktha hai--

Shayad aise hi ek nadaani hum kar bhaite --"

She remembered her thinking while he was away from her. He was away! Yes! That is the main reason behind all these stupid thoughts and crazy behavior she is putting up. What is the need for her to demand him to stay? Why should he anyway? She is being really crazy! She cursed herself. Then she remembered her dream! GOD! That was really scary; she again winced at the mere thought of that dream. She then remembered all her sleepless nights alone in her room--correction his room without him.. It is so painful to even think of things in that way.

"itne dinon ke baad, itna sab kuch hone ke baad, kya aapke dil main hamare liye kuch bhi nahin hai? Kabhi bhi nahin?" She imagined asking him.

"Khuch kahan tumne--" He looked at her and was taken aback with her tears and a hurt look on her face.

"Khushi'."

She snapped out of her thoughts and looked at him. "Voh'bas hame thoda dard horaha hai" she lied and he knew it in the instant second.

"Mai--main kuch kar saktha hoon?" he hesitated and she hated the hesitation. Why?? She thought. She nodded a 'no' and tried settling herself to sleep. He tried helping her but she refused. "Hum theek hai, aap chahe toh jaa sakthe hai" she said without looking in his eyes.

If his world cried out loud looking at her hurt eyes, he ignored. This might be best for both of them'he thought. But she isn't still angry, he needed that'her angry, but instead she is hurt, she is sad, no this is not what he needs, he want her to be angry, give him hell and in that process be happy. Unable to decide what to say or react, he looked at her one last time while her face was turned away from her. He turned around to leave but before that he noticed tears escaping her eyes that she was trying hard to hide.

His heart shrieked into a tight knot and he hated himself more than anything else in that situation. He was about to leave when he heard her'

"Arnav ji?" She called out ever so carefully.

'Khushi, tum" He immediately came to the other side of the bed to have a look at her, held her one hand and brought the other hand on to the side of her face.

"Hame maaf kardijiye Arnavji, hume aisa zid nahin karna chahiye, aapko yahan hamare saath rehne ki koi zaroorath nahin hai, voh'hum"

'Nahin khushi, voh main--"

"Koi baath nahin Arnavji hum samajsakthe hai, voh jab aap itne din nahin the na'toh" she trailed off.

'Toh kya khushi?" He enquired worrying all over again.

"Hame bohath dar lagtha tha, raath ko ajeeb sapne aate the, ab'abhi bhi bohath hi bhayanak sapna aya tha, isiliye hum achanak se jaaggaye'hame maaf kardijiye Arnavji, hum aap par koi zor nahin daalna chahthe, bas hum bohath dargaye the, isiliye--" she trailed off glancing slightly at his softened face and caressing hand as if it was his fault. How this Arnav comes out every now then and vanishes into that shaitan---she never understood.

She smiled sniffing back her little tears. "Par ab hum theek hain, hum poori tarah jaag gaye sapne se, hum aur zid nahin karenge, aap jasakthe hai " she said faking her bubbly self to reassure him. But he knew better than to believe her.

"Khushi, main kahin nahin jara, yahin par hoon"

'Par app--"

"Shhh" he silenced her. "Tumhe kabhi bhi darne ki koi zaroorath nahin hai, I'm here okay?" He assured.

"agar tumhe phir se koi daravni sapna aya, toh apne ankhe kholke dekhna main yahin par hoon, tumhare paas" he explained as if explaining to a small kid.

She dint understand how to receive this behavior of his. One moment he is angelic, other moment he is hesitant. One moment he looks like he wants to get rid of her. The other moment he wants to be there for her. She is still unable to understand if it's his sympathy or anything else. Can she ever expect anything other than that from him? Will she be foolish if she expects??

What hurts her more is not the fact that he seems to hate her still, (or so she thinks) but it's the fact that he still wants to hold back whatever he has for her'if that makes any sense?? But why??? Now what is stopping him? And if anything is stopping him what was that little confession in phone and the little moments in the hut? Why all of this isn't making any sense now, when she thought that she started relating to the dots? While she was sure enough from her side about whatever it is, why is she not able to see the same thing in him'.?

With all these thoughts haunting her mind she stared into his eyes, that looked so real and so concerned for her, somehow she felt for the moment that was all enough. Her poor eyelids gave away and she finally drifted back into sleep with a small inch of satisfaction'with her hand securely packed in his.

To be continued'.

feeling so sad for khushi 😭

and a requesT:

When you update from now on could you please add the update part and page number in your post title, then it is easier to track, thanks!! 😳

i guess he seems very confused...