(Credit for cover goes to arshy4ever 😊)
PART-2- UNEASY
At London.Arnav stood by the window of his room, which overlooked the Thames. Few days in London had gone by, and there was not a day when that look in Khushi's eyes did not haunt him. "Math jaeiyye" she had begged. Did she mean it? No! He knew it was not real. Fake! For her, there was no guarantee... he went to the closet of his suite, and stared at the coat he had worn that at the airport. His hands slowly slid to the pocket, and he pulled out the pink pompom he had tugged off of Khushi's fist. "Math Jaeiyye" Something about those words hurt a lot. Why did he feel as it was the last time he would see her. His mind slowly drifted to old memories... his kiss, her kiss, her glee at his getting her bangles...and then those words which negated everything else. "Chhod deejiye Anjali ko" she had said. Yes, he had heard through is own ears. Shaking his head, he put the pompom back in the pocket and went to bed, suffering a sleepless & uneasy night.
"Arnavji!" he heard her scream. He turned around...nothing but blackness... and her voice... tortured and agonising... at the sound of shattering glass, he turned around. On the floor were broken bangle pieces. "Khushi!" he screamed.
"Khushi!" he screamed and sprung out of his bed. Dream Arnav, just a dream...he told himself. Shuddering, he got up and readied himself for the meeting. His phone rang. He looked at the screen.
Nani... he smiled. "Hello? Yes Nani."
"Hello? Arnav bitua? Kaisan ho...?"
"I am fine Nani... Kya hua, abhi phone kiya?" he was sure his Nani was smiling.
"Ek khush khabri sunaein?"
"Okay?"
"Khushi bitiya aawat hai!" He felt a storm of emotions and then anger... after all he had said, she was coming HERE?! "WHAT!"
"Haan...London! Aapse milne!"
"But... itna suddenly...?"
"Pata nahi Chhotey! Woh badi bechain si ho gai... hamesha gumsum thi...toh humne socha..." It was his Di now...
"Ok FINE di. I will pick her up. Flight kabki hai?"
She told him the flight no and details. *sorry. GMT time ke chakkar mein, i didnt specify cuz of TimeZone variation*"Accha. Ok Chhotey. Rakhte hain. Mazey karna!"
He cut the phone. He wanted to fling it across into the Thames. How dare she? After so much, she actually decided to come HERE to justify herself?! Unbelievable.
At the Heathrow-London Airport.
He waited for the flight to land at the airport, feeling a storm of emotions again. His hand was in his pocket, fingering the pompom impatiently. He smiled to himself at the thought of Khushi in a plane, all amazed at the sophistication. He looked at the screen. Her flight wasn't even on the screen. Frowning, he went to the 'May I Help You?' Desk.
"Excuse me, but when is this flight arriving?" he asked, showing the blond guy the piece of paper where he had penned the flight number.
The blond dude looked at the paper & frowned. "This flight? Are you sure Sir?"
"Dammit, of course I am sure."
"But-"
"Just answer me please."
"Sir, this flight landed nearly three hours back." A very puzzled Brit told him.
The shock hit Arnav in the form of a tidal wave. "WHAT?"
"Yes Sir. From Delhi right?"
Arnav nodded. "Um, thanks for your time."
THREE HOURS BACK!? WHAT THE-?
"Khushi?" his eyes began searching the crowd frantically.
Edited by Dynamix215 - 12 years ago
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