FF: WHAT LIES WITHIN...CHAPTER 7 PG 3 - Page 2

CHAPTER 5:

Arnav watched Sameera walk through their apartment as if she were taking a tour of the Met. He had to admit the place felt like a museum sometimes with all the glass, marble and leather. It wasn't what he would've chosen, but everything served its designated function, so he didn't really care.

She examined each room, admiring the artwork, running her fingers over the fabrics and seeming visibly pleased with what she saw. She should like it, he mused. She and her god-awful decorator picked it all out.

Sameera moved slowly, the stiffness of her muscles slowing her down. The doctors had changed the cast on her arm to a brace so she could remove it to shower for the last few weeks until it was fully healed. All the bandages and stitches were gone now and only the faintest of discoloration was visible on her face and body. If not for the slight limp and the brace, you might never know what kind of trauma she'd undergone.

Vanshika had a hairstylist come to the hospital to do her hair before she was discharged. The hospital staff had to trim a good bit length off as iy was singed from the fire, but the stylist turned their chop work into a chic, straight style that hell right at her shoulders. It was an attractive change, and he found himself admiring it as the town car brought them home. Her face looked so much better, and the hairstyle accented it nicely. A new style for the new woman in his life.

There was a thought that would bring him nothing but trouble.

Arnav turned and found Sameera staring at the large engagement portrait they had hanging in the living room. Damn. He'd gone through the apartment and put away all her pictures as Vanshika had asked, but he had to miss the giant one on the wall. As far as he knew, she hadn't seen any pictures of herself from befre the accident. But now that she had, he expected her to have Dr. Weasley on the phone in an instant threatening him with malpractice. Personally, he thought the doctor had done a great job even if she didn't look the same as before at all.

But nothing happened. She stood silently studying it for a moment, and then she continued to the back of the apartment. The chime of his phone distracted him with an email from work, and he heard her shout from down the hall as he read it.

"This bathroom is huge! Is this mine?"

"Does it have a sunken whirlpool tub?"

"No."

"Then no," he said with a chuckle. "That's just the guest bath. Ours is off the master bedroom." And not three weeks before the crash, she'd complained that their bathroom was too small. He'd asked if she was throwing a cocktail party in there, and she'd scowled.

Clipping his phone to his belt, Arnav followed her to see if she'd gotten lost somewhere. He found her standing in her closet, her eyes glazed over at the selection in front of her.

After a moment, she reached out and started flipping through the neatly hung outfits.

"Dior. Donna Karan. Kate Spade. Gucci. Prada. Are these... mine?"

"Every bit. You moved my stuff out of the closet six months ago to make room for your ever-expanding shoe collection."

At that, she turned to face the wall of shoes behind her as though she hadn't noticed it before. She whipped open a box of Christian Louboutins and stepped out of the loafers she'd worn home. The black patent-leather pump with the red sole slipped on without hesitation. "They're a little too big," she said.

That was odd."Well, if your feet shrunk in the accident somehow, I'm sure you'll have fun replacing all of these with your new size."

She shot him a look of pure disbelief as she slid on the other shoe. She was a little unsteady on the five-inch heels at first, reaching out with her good arm to brace herself, then a wide grin spread across her face. Maybe now the bedazzled leather contraptions would be appreciated.

"I'm sure an insert would do the trick. I wouldn't dare waste all these." She turned back to the clothes, flipping through a few dresses he remembered her wearing at one society event or another. "Why is it that I recognize all these designers and understand their importance, but my own mother is a stranger?"

That was a good question. He had no idea how amnesia worked. Arnav ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head. "Maybe your brain just remembers what was most important to you."

Sameera stopped in that moment and turned to him. The look of wonder faded from her face. "Did I really prefer shoes over my own family?"

Arnav shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not the person you confided in."

She slipped out of the shoes, placed them gently into their box and returned them to the shelf. No longer seeming to enjoy her closet, Sameera brushed past Arnav on her way into the bedroom and disappeared down the hall.

He followed her out and found her sitting on the couch staring blankly at the hideous modern art piece hanging over the dinning-room table. "Are you alright?"

She nodded stiffly, but he didn't believe her. "I feel like everyone is tiptoeing around me. That there's an elephant in the room that everyone can see but me. If I ask you some questions, would you answer them for me? Honestly?"

He frowned but agreed before sitting on the couch beside her. They needed to talk, and there was no sense in putting it off.

"Are you and I in love?"

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"You were having an affair. The benefits of staying with you were outweighed by the betrayal."

So here we are...

I preferred posting two rather small updates instead of one longer..

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-ISHMEETA

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i just came across ur ff and i must say its amazing!

cont soon and plz do pm me :)

Sorry guys!

I know that I am awfully late for updating, but I was really busy!

But here I am with a longer update as promised!

PS: The following chapter is not a filler of any sort; it's just that the story is unfolding at a slower pace, so please bear with meJ

CHAPTER 6:

"Are you and I in love?"

She certainly didn't hold back, so he opted to do the same.

"No." Candy- coating the truth wouldn't help. She needed to know.

"Then why are we engaged?" Her wide green eyes looked a touch disillusioned.

"We're not."

"But..." Sameera started, looking down at her ring.

"We were in love a long time ago," Arnav explained. "Our families were old friends, and we dated through college. I proposed two years ago, and then you changed and we grew apart. Your family doesn't know yet, but I broke off our engagement right before you left for your trip."

"Why?"

"You were having an affair. The benefits of staying with you were outweighed by the betrayal."

"Benefits? That sounds like an awfully cold way to talk about it."

"It's the truth. We didn't have a relationship left, really. Your father and I were collaborating on a project that would've been extremely lucrative for both our companies.

Your father prefers to work with family, so I was trying to see it through we'd weather the rough patch. When I found out you'd been having an affair for quite some time, there was no choice left. Even if the project fell through, the wedding was off. I told you I'd be out of here by the end of October. Plans obviously changed after the accident.

"You're staying?" She looked up at him with hopeful eyes that gripped at his heart. Somehow it seemed wrong to punish her for what felt like someone else's sins.

"No. I'll be here until you're well. Then we will announce the breakup and I'll move out as planned."

Sameera nodded in understanding, but he thought he saw the shimmer of tears in her eyes before she looked away. "I must've been a horrible person. Was I always that way? You couldn't have loved me if I was."

"I liked the girl you were when we met. I wasn't fond of the woman you became after college."

She swallowed hard and looked down at the hands she had folded in her lap. She said she wanted the truth and she was getting it, even if it was hard to hear. "Was I nice to anyone?"

"Your friends and family, for the most part. You spoiled your little sister. But you had a short fuse if someone upset you."

"Am I anything like that now?" she asked.

"No," he said. "You're quite different since the accident."

"But...?"

"But, I wonder how long it will last. The doctor says the memory loss is temporary and anything could trigger it all to come back. At any moment, the woman sitting in front of me could disappear."

"And you don't want that to happen, do you?"

The face of his fiance, not so familiar and so different, looked at him. Her green eyes were pleading with him, and he noticed golden flecks in them he'd never seen before. It was beautiful the way the colours swirled together, pulling him in.

It made him want to keep looking to find details he'd missed before. How long had he been with Sameera but never really knew her? It made him wonder if he actually loved her or just the idea of the together. The smartest, most beautiful girl at Harvard and the captain of the polo team. Both from wealthy families that ran in the Manhattan society circles. It was a match made in heaven.

But this was completely different. He wanted to know the woman sitting beside him. He wanted to help her explore the world and learn who she was and who she wanted to be. And he shouldn't. He should tell her it didn't matter if she got her memory back. But that wasn't true, and she asked for honesty. "No, I don't want that."

"You know," she said thoughtfully, "there's a part of me missing, and that bothers me. But from what I've heard, I think maybe it's better this way. Better if I don't remember and just start fresh."

Her words resonated with him. NK had said this could be a second chance for their relationship. But could he offer it? This woman had betrayed him, abused his trust and threw away what they had together. Did the fact that she didn't remember doing any of it make a difference? He wasn't sure.

"You always have a choice."

Sameera's brow furrowed, a line deepening between her eyebrows in concern. Her last dose of Botox must've worn off during her hospital stay. It was refreshing to see her express real emotions, even if it cost her a few wrinkles over time. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"At any moment your memory could come back. When that happens, you always have the choice of continuing to be the person you want to be instead of going back to your old ways. You can make a fresh start."

She nodded, continuing to watch her hands and seemingly building up the courage to ask more questions. "I know you didn't like me, but were you at least physically attracted to me before the accident?"

"You were a beautiful woman."

"You're dodging the question," she said, her gaze meeting his. Her irritation brought a red blush to her cheeks that chased away some of the yellow discoloration from her bruises. She was full of emotion now. Her skin flushed with anger and embarrassment, her eyes teared up with confusion and sadness. It was such a welcome change from the ice princess he knew.

It made him wonder what she would be like to make love to. All of a sudden, Arnav felt something tightened, and he pushed the thought out of his mind. He was leaving, and he'd never find out the answer to that question, so it was better he didn't think about it. "I'm not. You were beautiful. Every guy at Harvard wanted you, including me."

"That picture in the hall..."

"Our engagement portrait?"

"Yes. I don't look much like that now. I doubt I ever will again." There was another new expression on her face, a vulnerability that Arnav wasn't certain he'd ever seen before. Sameera was many things, but she rarely showed weakness. The woman sitting beside him had a fragility about her that made him want to comfort her. He'd never felt that urge before. And he certainly shouldn't feel that way about Sameera, of all people.

Unable to fight the need, he reached out and ran a thumb over her cheek. The swelling was almost entirely gone now.

"Before, you were like a statue in a museum. Perfect, but cold." The tips of his fingers tingled as they glided over her soft, ivory skin. "I think flaws give character, and you're much prettier now. On the inside, too."

Sameera brought her hand up to cover his where it rested on her cheek. "Thank you for saying that, even if it isn't true."

Wrapping her fingers around his hand, she pulled it down into her lap, where she held it tightly. "I don't know everything I did to you, but I can only imagine. I'm sorry. Do you think you could ever forgive me for the things I did in the past?"

Tears gathered in Sameera's eyes, and it made his chest ache to see her upset. The way she clutched his hand was like a silent plea. The guilt of crimes she couldn't remember was eating her up. She wasn't asking him to love her again. Or to stay. Just to forgive her.

Seeing her like this, spending time with her the past few weeks, had roused new and different feeling for her. Feelings that if left unchecked could lead him to getting hurt again. He couldn't allow that, even if every part of his body urged him to take the chance. But maybe he could offer her absolution. And then, in time, perhaps more.

"Maybe what we both need is a clean slate. To put everything behind us and start over."

Sameera's eyes widened in surprise. "Start over?"

"Yes. Both of us just need to let go of the past and move forward. You can stop worrying about what you've done and who you were and just focus on what you want for your future. And maybe I can stop punishing us both for things we can't change."

"What does that mean for you and me?"

That was a good question. One he wasn't really ready to answer, but he'd do the best he could. "It means we start over, too. We're strangers, really. We have no reason to trust each other, much less love one another. What, if anything, happens between us will take time to determine."

"And what about this?" Sameera held up her hand, her large engagement ring on display.

"Keep wearing it for now. This is our business. We don't need anyone offering their two cents, especially our families. This is a decision we have to make ourselves."

Forgiving her was the right thing to do. Sameera nodded, a faint smile curving the corners of her full, pouty lips. Her eyes were devoid of tears now and lit with the optimistic excitement of new opportunities. After weeks of seeing her so battered and beaten down, she was almost glowing. She did truly look beautiful, regardless of what she thought. So beautiful that he was filled with the undeniable urge to kiss the smile from her lips.

He leaned in, pressing his mouth gently against hers. It was little more than a flutter or brush across her abused skin. A silent reassurance that things would be okay even if it didn't work out between them.

At least that was the idea. In an instant, his whole body responded to the touch of her, and he knew the reaction at the hospital had not been a fluke. He'd felt a surge there but had convinced himself he'd just gone too long without sex. Maybe that was still the case, but every nerve ending urged him to cup her face and drink her in. But he didn't dare. For one thing, he didn't want to risk hurting her, since she wasn't fully healed. And for another, it was the first step down a rabbit hole he'd be unable to crawl back out of.

"Think about what you want your life to be. And what you want us to be," he whispered against her mouth. Then he pulled away before he changed his mind and did something he'd regret.

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The glide of his skin across hers sent a tingle down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold marble and tile bathroom. She gasped softly and his fingers pulled away.

SO here was chapter 6 for you lovely people out there!

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-ISHMEETA

This past week has been really hectic and to top it all, there was a prayer at home and I had to help out!

So after doing the dishes, here I am, typing away this chapter'

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CHAPTER 7:

Sameera didn't feel beautiful. She didn't care what Arnav said. That kiss was likely just out of pity. To make her feel better for realizing she'd been a miserable, beautiful woman once and a sweet, broken woman now. She could tell he was uncomfortable about it. His cell phone rang, and he immediately took the opportunity to disappear into what she supposed was his home office. She was left to her own devices to make herself comfortable and get used to her new, old home.

The problem was that it didn't feel much like home. The whole space had an institutional quality about it. She appreciated the clean lines and indulgent fabrics, but it was too modern for her taste. There wasn't a single piece of furniture that called to her to come and snuggle into it. The couch was firm, cold leather. The chairs were wood or metal without much padding. After poking around, she settled into the bedroom to watch TV. The large, luxurious bed was perfectly comfy and the ideal place to lose herself in some mindless entertainment. {Of course, where there isKHUSHI, we can expect this}

When that lost its appeal, she decided to take advantage of her bathroom and take her first real shower since the accident. She undressed and gently removed her arm brace, making a face when she saw how skinny and pale her arm was underneath. Then she stood languishing under the multiple streams of boiling hot water for a good half hour. The shower made her feel more human, more normal but once she sat down at her vanity, normal disappeared.

They'd kept mirrors from her the first few weeks. Vanshika- er... her mother- had insisted on it. She didn't want Sameera to get upset. Sameera didn't know how she was supposed to look, but it didn't take a mirror to realize there had been a drastic change, and maybe not for the better. The pained expressions on the faces of those who knew her were enough... By the exception of the one person... So she hadn't asked for a mirror.

Then one day Dr. Takashi removed the last of the bandages and brought a hand mirror with him. Sameera hadn't wanted to look at first. She had no idea what she would find. Her mother was an attractive older woman, and her younger sister, Mihika, was cute in an awkward, teenaged way, but she had no assurance she didn't take after her father.

Looking in the mirror that first time had been hard, but it had gotten easier. Every time she saw her reflection she looked better. The expressions on her family's faces were encouraging. But the one thing no one had done was bring her a photo of how she looked from her teenaged life to the early twenties, that is, just before the accident. Her mother had brought in a shoebox, of pictures, pointing out different people for her to try to remember, but not a single one had her in it.

Returning to the apartment, one of the first things she was greeted with was a large canvas photo of her and Arnav. She was almost startled when she rounded the corner to the living room and came face-to-face with her former self.

It looked like the kind of engagement portrait that would go in a newspaper announcement. Her long, dark hair was swept over her shoulder, revealing large sapphire earrings that complemented the royal blue dress she had on. Arnav was looking handsome in his three pieces suit business attire. They were sitting under a tree.

The woman in the portrait had elegant, delicate feature. Her skin was flawless and creamy, her eyes a clear and bright. Her makeup was applied so well it took a keen eye to notice she had any on at all. She looked every bit the daughter and fiance of two powerful Manhattan families.

She'd expected to be upset when she finally saw a photo of herself, but she found the experience to be oddly vacant. It was like looking at a picture of a stranger. Disconnected.

Now, watching her reflection in the partially foggy mirror, it was hard not to draw the comparison and catalogue the vast differences. Only the eyes and the smile looked like the portrait to her, she thought, smiling in the mirror. Well, maybe the expression behind those eyes was different though. Perhaps when the photo was taken she wasn't so confused.

With a sigh, Sameera pored a bit of lotion from the hospital into her hand and gently rubbed it into her face and neck. It was supposed to help with the scars and overall healing. Somehow, she doubted it would do enough.

More than anything, even if she never looked like she did in that portrait again, Sameera wanted to feel right in her own skin. And she just didn't. Lotion couldn't fix that.

"I bet that felt nice after all those sponge baths."

Sameera snapped her head to the side and found Arnav leaning casually against the doorframe, his hands buried in his pockets. He'd been working for so long she'd forgotten he was home.

Self-consciously, she tugged her towel up higher over her breasts and held it tight to keep it from coming undone. She could admit to herself she was attracted to him- the blush spreading across her face was evidence of that- but being mostly naked in front of him was a distinct disadvantage. She wondered whether they may very well have seen each other naked a hundred times since she had no recollection of it whatsoever. He was a stranger, like he'd said earlier. Everyone was, including herself.

Arnav noted her reaction, stiffening instantly and taking a step back. "I'm sorry. This probably makes you uncomfortable. I didn't think about that. I'll go."

"No, don't," she said, reaching out to him before she could stop herself. She didn't want to be alone any longer. She'd wandered, confused and sad, through the apartment all afternoon, hoping anything would jog her memory. Having him here, even with her half-naked, was a welcome change.

He paused, then held up a finger. "I'll be right back."

Arnav returned a moment later with a fluffy, ice-blue chenille bathrobe. "This was your favourite. You liked to wear it in the evenings to curl up on the couch and read a book with your favourite glass of wine."

Sameera stood, still clutching her towel, and let him drape the robe over her shoulders. She slipped into the enveloping warmth, dropped the towel to her feet and tied the robe closed. It immediately quelled her concerns, covering her form neck to toe.

With the hot shower and the soft robe, she really couldn't imagine feeling any better. At least until her fingers brushed his as she adjusted the collar. The glide of his skin across hers sent a tingle down her spine that had nothing to do with the cool marble and tile bathroom. She gasped softly and his fingers pulled away. She turned to look at him, her heart beating erratically in her chest. How did he do that to her with a simple touch? "This is great," she muttered sheepishly. "Thanks."

He nodded, stepping back, but still watching her in a way that made her want to readjust her robe under his scrutiny. She wished she understood what was behind his gaze. He had an intensity about him that attracted her, but she couldn't decipher what it meant when he focused it on her. Was it desire? Subdued anger? Curiosity?

"Are you hungry?"

Apparently, she was confusing the look of lust with hunger. "Yes," she admitted. The last thing she remembered eating was some manifestation of boiled potatoes and other vegetables before she was discharged.

"What would you like?"

"Anything but hospital food," she said with a smile.

"Okay," he said, matching her grin. "I'll go pick up something and bring it back. There's a nice Thai place not too far from here. Would you like to try that?"

"Sure. Just don't get me anything too spicy," she offered. She had no idea if she would like it or not, but that should be safe enough.

With a nod, Arnav turned and left. Seconds later she heard the front door open and close behind him.

To prepare for dinner, she detangled her hair and went to the closet in search of something comfortable. Some of the clothes were too tight, but Arnav mentioned she'd been dieting for the wedding, in addition to the swelling from the accident. She flipped farther into the racks, finding some older things in a larger size. Sameera was eyeing a stretchy yoga pants when the phone rang.

For a moment she was startled, not quite sure what to do. It felt like answering someone else's phone, but it wasn't. The call might very well be for her. Telling herself that it could be Arnav, she went into the bedroom and picked the phone up off the receiver. "Hello?"

"Sameera?" the man's voice asked, but it wasn't Arnav. This voice was deeper, quieter, as though he didn't want anyone to hear him but her.

"Yes, this is Sameera. Who's calling?"

The man hesitated for a moment. "Baby, its Shyam."

Shyam. The name didn't ring even the slightest bell, although he said it as if it explained everything. But he called her "baby". She didn't like that at all. "I'm sorry, I don't remember you. I've had an accident and the doctors diagnosed me with amnesia."

"Amnesia? My God, Sameera. I've got to see you. These past few weeks I've been going mad with worry. Your cell phone is disconnected. I couldn't get into the hospital because I wasn't family. All I know is what I read in the papers about the crash, and it wasn't much. Please tell me I can see you soon. Maybe tomorrow while ASR is at work?"

Sameera's stomach sank. Arnav hadn't elaborated on the details of her affair, but it didn't take much to realize that this Shyam, who was sounding quite creepy by the way, was her lover.

Arnav's voice crept into her mind. You have a choice.

And she did. The past was the past. Arnav had offered her a clean slate and with it, perhaps a future together. At first, she hadn't been quite certain what to make of it. She had obviously been unhappy with Arnav before and wasn't certain if a bump to the head could make everything better between them. But she at least wanted to try. For now, she wanted Arnav to stay. The man on the phone would ruin any chance they had.

"No, I'm sorry."

"Baby, wait. I'll take an early train from the Bronx and meet you for coffee."

"No. Please stop calling me. Goodbye." She disconnected and set the phone back onto the cradle. A few seconds later it rang again, the same number flashing on the screen. She didn't answer it. The phone finally went silent and she waited nervously for a moment, but he didn't call back.

That done, she took a deep breath and returned to the closet to get ready for her first dinner (date) with Arnav.

NO PRECAP!😃

Hoooff'.

Now with this done' I'll make sure to update more often and without long delays'

Anyways, I should probably make the most of it this week since Uni is starting next Monday'😭

Anyways, here you go and happy reading'😛

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