Consequences Of Love Link To Thread 2 Pg 112 17/06 - Page 2

Hi peeps here's the second part of my new FF.

Chapter 2:

Khushi did not know for how long she had laid on the hard cold floor waiting for numbness to overtake her and suck her completely into its abyss. She thought back to how Arnav had pushed her away and walked away. This is what I get for loving this man? For leaving all I had more for him?

Khushi's family were disgusted to know that she had inter mixed with someone outside of not just her religion but her race too. And in a close knit community where 'izzat' was the most important thing a person could possess it did cause a problem. Because it meant that the Gupta family's 'izzat' went completely down the drain as a result of the one act Khushi committed. So in order to rectify the mistake Khushi's family could do one thing and one thing only. And that was to eliminate the root of the problem 'na rahengee baas aur naa bajeegeh basoori' as Khushi's father had put it.

Khushi was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Because now she had nowhere to go. One day a member of Khushi's community had spotted her with Arnav. He had the conveyed this message so that it reached the ears of her father Shashi. And at that time without even hearing her out she had been beated black and blue. And that had been before her and Arnav had gotten married. So, it was no surprise that when a married Khushi and Arnav had entered Gupta mansion there had been uproar and pandemonium which was to be expected. But things were different then. Things were different because she had her love there holding her hand and supporting her. How was she to know at the time that it was all a hoax at the time?

She had so willing at that point fled Gupta mansion with Arnav and left to a nearby village and had been living with him since then. A girl who had been born with not a silver but a gold spoon in her mouth; who had in her whole life had servants running around at the snap of her fingers had happily adjusted in a rundown village all for the sake of her love. That too with a smile on her face.

Khushi and Arnav had to both drop their surnames for anonymity because coming from the two most powerful political families meant that the names 'Raizada' and 'Gupta' were not the most common. So they had both become Arnav and Khushi Singh.

As a child Khushi's faith had played an important part in her life. She prayed five times a day and had managed to find solace and peace within her religion. So the fact that she had been so willing to forget not just the life that she lived but the most important figure in her life, her best friend, God was more surprising for her more than anyone else.

But Khushi had realized that love was more powerful than anything else in the world. It had the ability to make you do things that you would have never dreamt of doing or saying in your wildest dreams.

Though Khushi was a care free fun loving girl there was one thing that she did not believe in it was love. And that was because as a child Khushi had seen how her real mother had suffered because she had fallen in love with her father. Seeing her mother in such a weak state had its effects on Khushi.

But after Arnav happened to her it all changed. After realizing that she had fallen in love with him she had realized that it was possible to find the beauty in the most negatives things. All her life she had wondered what this emotion was. A question in her mind on loop was if you can't physically see or touch love then how can you believe in its existence? But after falling in love she realized that having faith in love was exactly the same as having in God. It was just something which's existence could only be felt within you. It was something which can only be felt from one lover to another.

The minute Khushi had fallen in love with Arnav she had understood that letting someone know you love them meant that you were giving them complete power and authority to completely destroy you in every possible way. But at the same time it also meant trusting that person not to break you. Trusting them always cherish and treasure your heart. But not only that, it meant knowing and accepting somewhere in the deepest corners of your heart that even if they were to completely break your heart then you would not feel bad. You would feel devastated and heartbroken yes, but not bad, because when you admitted that you loved them you gave them that right.

How was it possible thought Khushi that the person who can cause you complete euphoria can also throw you into an abyss of heartbreak and pain? Khushi could not speak just crouched to the floor with her hand stilled placed on her stomach. She looked down at her stomach through her teary eyes and thought how wrong she was. She thought that she had been carrying the evidence of her love inside her. How they had spoken about wanting children. Arnav had always said to her how he could not wait to see her carry his children inside her and expand his linage. But it had all been lies though hadn't it thought Khushi? At the remembrance of how her happily ever being after had been yanked away from her in such an cruel way Khushi yelped out in pain.

Out of all the lies Khushi had heard come out of Arnav's mouth 'I love you' had been her favourite. As clichd as it sounds it really was her favourite. Because the utterance of those words had brought so much more into her life than just love. It had brought colour into her life. It had brought dreams back into her life, something which she had stopped doing since her parents died.

Albeit, she had grown up like a Queen because she was a Gupta even back then at a tender age she knew that something was missing in her life. And it was only when Arnav had come into her life she realized what that was.

She had grown up in a family of politicians, where politics was the most important thing in a person's life. Normal people would sit around a dinner table and eat dinner with each other at least once a day but in her family? In her family everyone was so busy with elections and wining the hearts of the public that they had forgotten to win the hearts that matter more than the public, the hearts of their family.

Another reason why Khushi realized that she was willing to lose it all for Arnav was because she realized that it would give her a shot at normalcy. And she would also be able to final have that she could never be a part of.

All those dreams Arnav had made Khushi see. All shattered like a broken mirror. Only memories of what could have been now remained. Khushi lifted herself slightly and brought her hands to her knees. She hugged her knees to herself. Because she knew now that she herself would have to be her support system, her rock and her confidant. She sat hugging her knees with one hand and clutching her stomach with the other. Then she closed her eyes shut tight, very very tight. She closed them tight and tried hard she tried. Because she knew that if she closed her eyes and tried very hard then she might be able to go to that place. That happy place where everything was perfect and the love of her life loved her like there was no tomorrow.

But little did she know that destiny and God had other plans in store for her…

Originally posted by: msin

It's like ishaqzaade. Why is Arnav involved in revenge if he is not interested in politics and is not fond of his dad.

Chapter 3:

Suddenly large pelts of rain hit Khushi and drenched her through and through. At one point in her life she would have loved the rain falling onto her skin and creating little droplets upon her. But now even the smallest things like the beautiful rain had no meaning for her. Life had just stood at a standstill the minute she realized her husband's betrayal. She made her way through the garden where she had come out to a while before to tell Arnav the news of her pregnancy and back into the house. The house was nothing like Gupta mansion. Compared to Gupta mansion the members of her family would call this a pigsty. But to her it was a palace. Her kingdom. Where she resided with her prince. The house no longer felt like that anymore.

Now the house was a constant reminder of what she had lost. Each and every single room of the house taunted her and tortured her with memories. Each and every room contained a memory of them together. Every single brick that the house was made of was a witness to her love for Arnav. The place where she used to find solace in his absence now felt like her own version of hell.

Once they had gotten married Arnav had insisted that they move into a nice lush mansion. But Khushi did not want that. She had just wanted a homely cosy house in which she could live. Nothing too fancy. As she walked through the now lifeless house she looked around it and noticed how the glow, comfort and peace of the house had disappeared within a matter of seconds. Just a while ago she had raced across this house and into the garden to deliver Arnav her good news. At that time the house seemed welcoming. It seemed inviting. Now it just looked like the abyss of evil.

Suddenly she stopped realizing that she had reached her destination. Their bedroom. She stuck her hand out to the door handle and then stopped. She did not know if she possessed enough strength within her to step into the room because some of the most beautiful memories she had, had been composed in that very room. A deep plunge of pain seeped through her heart as she realised that those memories where all she had now. She would not be able to make any new memories. It's amazing she thought how we take the simplest things for granted. She herself had taken memories for granted. She thought that she had a whole lifetime ahead of her to obtain abundant happy memories with Arnav. But now, now that she was standing her isolated, by herself she realised how wrong that belief had been.

She knew she had to go into the room. She had to go into the room to pack. She had to pack and leave this house this instant. If she stayed here the constant reminder of her loves betrayal would take her into an early grave. And she could not do that; she could not let herself drive her to that. She needed to live. She needed to live to protect her husband.

Though he was one of the most powerful men in the nation he still needed protection. Her family had never let money and power stop them from enforcing in a radical manner their extremist views. She knew that the minute they found Arnav alone they'd ambush him and kill him. And at that point it would not matter how many security guards he had.

And she knew that if word got out that he had left her then they'd have a clear path. They'd kill him and then make it look like an accident. They'd say that their daughter Khushi had left that non- Muslim and come back home. She had realised the errors of her ways. Thus they had no motive to kill Arnav. And just like that they'd get away with it.

Khushi could not let that happen. Not whilst she was alive. So what if both marriage rituals had been void? So what if he had ripped of her mangalsutra and erased her sindoor externally? Internally her neck still adorned a mangalsutra in his name and her maang still had the sindoor that he had placed upon it.

Khushi battled with herself and finally pushed open the door that was their bedroom. She stepped in slowly. She approached her cupboard and pulled open the twin doors. She looked inside to see that his monochrome clothes were still there amidst her very bright vibrant clothes. It was as if he was still here. As she put her hand out to start pulling her clothes of the racks a small metal box fell to her feet from inside the cupboard.

She picked up the box and examined it. It was strange she thought she had never seen that box before. She tried to open it but realised that it was locked. She went up to her dressing table and picked up a pin. She then took the pin and proceeded to break the lock. After what seemed like a life time the lock finally budged and Khushi yanked open the lid of the little box.

When she peered inside it she realised that the box contained photos. Why would Arnav keep photos locked away she thought? She picked up the photos cautiously. The first photo she came across was a photo of Anjali Jha ( I know on the character sketch she is Anjali Singh Raizada but there's a reason why she is being called Anjali Jha here just thought I should elaborate on that to clear any confusion). Why did Arnav have a picture of Anjali Jha in this box? Curiosity got the better of her and she could not help but look at the next photo. What she saw in the next photo shock her to the core.

The next photo was a photo of Anjali Jha tying a rakhi on Arnav. This meant that Anjali was Anjali Singh Raizada! Oh God no! Thought Khushi in despair. The one traumatic event she thought she had locked away forever had now become unlocked via this box. This meant that Arnav and Anjali were related. It also meant that Arnav had been living a double life and had been lying to her.

It made Khushi's heart screech in pain wondering what else she had been lied about…

So here was the next chapter. I hope that having read this chapter everyone will now see that though the genre of this FF is similar to Ishaqzaade the storyline is completely different. But do comment and let me know what you think.