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The first part of this chapter is from a third person's view, an anonymous person whose identity will be revealed later on.

Chapter 17A:

Prison was... well there really was no words to describe it. It was better than what he had expected. It was slightly peaceful. It gave him time to think of what he would do to complete the plan of his that had been left incomplete so long ago thanks to a 'omen' of a person. But it was okay he knew how to regain his 'happiness' once more. His plan was so full proof that there was no way it would not work. He had many years to think of how he would bring his plan to light to achieve his goal.

Today was the first day of freedom. He just could not express how happy he was. His ultimate goal of 'happiness' had been the sole thing that had given him motivation to live on in prison. Dreaming of the day he gained his happiness was the only thing that kept him alive in that prison.

As he took his first steps outside the prison cell as a free man he saw the sun shining high up in the sky reflecting his mood perfectly. The first thing that he would have to do is read up on everything that he had missed out on. He had absolutely no idea what had been happening in the last few years since he had been locked up...

A few hours later he was all ready to start his new life. He still needed to sort out accommodation but for now he had managed to book himself into a hotel room. The first thing he did after that was turn on the news to catch up with the current affairs around the world.

What he saw on the news shocked him to the core. Anjali Raizada was dead?! Not that he was not happy by that bit of news. He was ecstatic. He was just a bit surprised. All this time whilst in jail he had been planning on how to get rid of Anjali and here he found that it had all been done for him already.

Silently, he sent a prayer up to the Gods in heaven thanking them for making his life a lot more easier and removing the main obstacle in his life. Things could not get any better than this he thought.

That night he went to sleep with a smile on his face. It was the first nights sleep he got in peace in so long. Just thinking that he was one step closer to his goal made him sleep a peaceful slumber.

Had he known what God had in plan for him. Rather than sleeping a peaceful slumber he would have been running for his life. By the time God was done with him he would be wishing for death to embrace him as it would be less painful than what God had in store for him.

Arnav went home that day back to his apartment. He just did not have the heart to leave Lucknow. Something told him that this would be his abode for quite sometime now. Lucknow was where he had shared his childhood with his Di. So he felt an attachment to this city. In a way it made him feel as if he was closer to his sister.

Not only that, but, his mum was buried here also. To be honest for Arnav this had always been home. Moving to Mumbai had not been out of volition for him. He had no other option. He had moved to Mumbai for the sake of his Di.

His Di had wanted to go to college there. And not only that, it had been hard for Arnav to stay here knowing his mum would no longer be there for him. It was his way of running away from the truth.

But now he had wanted to be back home. To be honest he hated all this. It got tiring after a while having to live a double life with two identities. The only reason he had started AR Industries in the first place was for his sister. AR had always stood for Anjali Raizada. What good was a multi-million company if the reason for its creation no longer existed.

Arnav felt lost without his sister. It felt as if his last purpose in this world had been taken away from him sucking him into an abyss of darkness once more. Well, in a way it was good thought Arnav as it meant that 'God' or whatever force it was could take no more from him. His two reasons for breathing had been taken from him.

Now he only lived to see Khushi Kumari Gupta suffer in pain. He would not let her go that easily. So far only half his plan had been fruitful. He had only impregnated her so far. Now it was time to degrade her to the point where she could not even set foot outside the house without being abused left right and centre. Khushi would be begging for death by the time he was done with her.

That nightmare had haunted him for so long. His sister, motionless, with only one name on her lips.

Arnav walked around his apartment aimlessly. He just did not know what to do. He knew he would have to start to plan Anjali's funeral but he just could not do that now. He was putting off doing it because he knew that planning her funeral would make everything so final and he just was not ready to do that. He just needed one last night where he could pretend that his Di was still with him.

Arnav knew his father and the rest of the family would not care about what happened to Anjali. He did not want her to be further insulted by telling his father and the rest of his family. Whilst all these thoughts wreaked havoc in his head one emotion remained constant and that was the hatred that he harboured for Khushi. He could not help but think had it not been for her his Di would never have been in that plight in the first place.

Arnav picked up the one thing that he always took with him no matter where he went. He picked it up and opened it to the first page. It consisted of a picture of his mum and his sister holding him at the hospital on the day he was born. Their eyes held happiness that could not be expressed in words. They had been so happy when he was born. He still remembered that day when his Di had told him about what happened on the day he had been born.

Chote when I found out Ma was about to give birth I ran to the hospital as soon as school was over. I rushed into Ma's room and started screaming from the excitement. And Ma told me to be quiet with a smile on her face. She pointed to a baby sleeping happily in a cot beside her. I quietly went up to your cot and watched you awestruck. You were just so perfect Chote. I could not wait to pick you up and carry you in my arms. I was so eager that Ma told me to sit on the bed and then she picked you up from the cot. As she slowly placed you in my arms I was over the moon. I just could not wait to be a big sister.

And then finally you were in my arms Chote. It was just such an incredible feeling Chote, holding you in my arms for the first time ever. And then you open those big brown eyes of your and stared at me and a smile formed on your lips and that was it Chote. I fell in love. You were just the perfect little brother.

Arnav brushed a tear away remembering Anjali narrating the story behind that picture. His world had always consisted of his mum and his Di. They were both the apples of his eyes. That was his chote se duniya but it seemed that someone had cast an eye on his chote se duniya. First his Ma left him and then his Di. Everything he treasured has slowly been snatched away from him whilst all he could do was watch as a spectator. There was not a damn thing he could do about it! Not a damn thing! And that was what made him so angry!

That night Arnav spent the rest of the evening looking through the album remembering a time where he was happy. Though things might have been wrong even then at least he had his Ma and Di with him to hold his hand and support him when he needed it. Now even that was gone. He could not but feel utterly and emotionally shattered and melancholy.

That night alone in his apartment Arnav finally let down his guard. He finally did what he had wanted to do for so long but just did not know how to. He curled up in his bed with the photo album close to his heart and cried out his heart and fell into a cold troubled slumber of nightmares.

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Chapter 17C:

That night Khushi left Anuradha promising her that she would be back first thing tomorrow morning. After that Khushi took her leave. Khushi did not know why but laying her head in Anuradha's lap had given her a new found strength. It had given her a strength to fight.

Her parents had asked her marry a guy who she did not know just so she could live in her own home? How stupid had she been? How could she have just agreed to that condition just like that? No. The answer was now no. She would not marry another man for as long as she lived. There was only one man who held her heart. And never would she let another have that position in her life. Her Arnavji would never be replaced ever'

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listen to this song when you read the next part it will help set the mood.

All was not lost. Her Arnavji was still with her. Those promises he had made her were not fake. His eyes had held a truth in them when he had made those promises to her. She walked out not knowing where she was going and saw that she had come to a small park. Slowly she walked and sat down on the little bench. There was a slight balmy breeze in the air tonight. As the wind caressed her softly it felt as if her Arnavji was caressing her carefully, cautiously, lovingly. She felt him in everything she did. She felt him walk beside her in every step she took. A part of him was with her always. A part of him that she would forever be able to call her own.

The aura that Anuradha had around her gave Khushi strength. It gave her the motivation to fight. No longer would she succumb to circumstances. No! She would fight. Hell she would move out of her parent's home and survive on her own with her baby. She had to. She had no choice. She knew her husband would come back to her. Their love would win.

Khushi had always been taught as a child that if you are to love someone then always have faith in that love. Always have faith that pure and honest love have the ability to achieve things that no one has ever dreamt of. Khushi knew that people would laugh at her for having so much faith in a man who had given her nothing but tears. In films and stories it's so easy for a person to get over a broken heart, but in real life that is not the case in real life. In real life it's hard to just forget. In real life people don't just forget they fight! And that was exactly what Khushi would do! She would fight!

As Khushi sat on the bench she thought long and hard about who she was. Was she Khushi Kumari Gupta? No she was not. That was the name that had been given to Khushi when she had been adopted. But that was not who she was. And it was in that second that Khushi realised that Khushi Kumari Gupta had to die. That weak feeble girl who just met her parents every demand with a yes would have to die. And so it was there sitting on that bench that Khushi Kumari died and Khushi Rizwi Hayat Singh (nee Khushi Rizwi Hayat) was reborn. The girl who had God and two parents with her every step of the way. But now she also had her husband by her side. Though he was not there in flesh she could feel his love for in the soothing winds that caressed her so.

But for now Khushi Rizwi Hayat would remain. Khushi would take her title of Khushi Rizwi Hayat-Singh only when her husband himself solemnized her with that name. But for now the fact that Khushi Rizwi Hayat was back was something that people should be afraid about. Khushi Kumari Gupta may have been weak and cowardice and bowed down to her parents but Khushi Kumari Gupta was no more she was dead. For now, Khushi Riawi Hayat had now re surfaced and Khushi Rizwi Hayat knew her mum and dad where dead. But she also knew her God was with her eternally. And now she had Anuradha there to fill the hole that remained in her soul after her parents demise and that was all she needed.

Anuradha and her baby had become her sole purpose, God her guide and best friend and Arnav her destination. That was all she needed to fight. It was enough for her. Now she had everything she needed to stay strong. And so Khushi Rizwi Hayat got up off the bench and walked towards the destination of her abode knowing it was the last time she would be there. Once what she went to her 'parents' home and let them know her intentions she would leave.

And so Khushi Rizwi Hayat took the first steps into her battle to fight. She would fight for her destination, her Arnavji and she would win because that's what love meant. It meant taking on the whole world for that one person selflessly.

And so the world bereaved the death of Khushi Kumari Gupta as it simultaneously re-welcomed Khushi Rizwi Hayat into the world. And just as Khushi started to walk further along it started to rain almost as if it was God's way of letting Khushi know that He too was rooting for her to win and showering her with His grace.

Khushi Rizwi Hayat was back and she had a purpose she would fight for her husband and she would win. Gone was Khushi Kumair Gupta. She was gone...