OS: Three Months from Now (COMPLETE)

Hey everyone! Here's a OS by me and TINA!.

Complete English translation provided in post below this one..

Look fwd to reading ur comments..

Ps. link to the song, https:// www.youtube.com/watch?v=YAHxTaKyeF0

OS: Three Months from Now

By: Satina & TINA!

It had been 3 months.

3 months since she'd seen him.

3 months since they had separated.

And yet she still felt hollow.

Every minute without him was difficult..a test..

Her heart ached as she remembered the confrontation between Dadi and Arnav.

Arnav and she had just returned from their honeymoon, their faces glowing, their hands entwined.

But just then, Dadi had told everyone of her mother's past.

Khushi could still recall everyone's surprised gasps, the confusion that had met the announcement.

But mostly, she remembered Arnav's reaction. His disbelief, and then his horror.

His eyes had darkened with pain as Dadi whispered in his ear urgently, "How can you stay with a girl whose blood is the reason your mother died? How can you marry into that family? My God, Arnav, think of your poor mother.."

Pain sizzled in her soul as she recalled Arnav's hand dropping hers, and then him turning his back toward her.

She hadn't been able to stay in Raizada Mansion after that.

She couldn't live with his hate. With the way everyone gazed at her..as if she was the enemy..

She'd left three days later, going back to Buaji's house.

And Arnav, she remembered with tears, hadn't stopped her..hadn't even looked at her..

"Sanka Devi," said Buaji loudly, interrupting Khushi's thoughts, "What are you doing, sitting all alone here in the dark, come with me."

Buaji looked at Khushi worriedly as she pulled her to the living room. Her niece had completely changed. Gone was the happy, carefree girl she'd once known. Now, Khushi was a limp figure, never smiling, never laughing. Even the light in her eyes had dimmed.

Buaji cursed in her mind those Raizadas..who did they think they were to reject her niece!

Buaji shook her head adamantly, she'd show them.

She smiled brightly as she told Khushi, "Look, Sanka Devi..look here."

Khushi accepted the thick envelope with a frown.

She broke the seal, staring at the photographs inside with confusion.

"What is this, Buaji?" she asked softly.

Buaji laughed, "What do you think, Khushi? They're pictures of boys for your marriage."

Khushi's eyes widened, she dropped the photos as if burnt.

"What!" she whispered, horrified, "Buaji, I am married. What are you saying?"

Buaji frowned, "That marriage was just a cruel game. You spent 10 days with him. It's all very simple these days, Sanka Devi. You just have to get a divorce, and then you can marry again..be happy again.."

Khushi stared at her aunt, astonished.

"How can you even think like that?" she said, "Arnavji is my husband. I can't even imagine being someone else's wife."

Buaji's mouth tightened, "You just need time. Just look at the photos, okay?"

Anger spiraled through Khushi. She stood up, staring at her aunt with disbelief.

"Never!" she shouted, "Why don't you understand, Buaji? I love Arnavji. I will only ever love him."

Buaji made a face at that. "So you're just going to live your life like this..like a ghost, barely living?"

"I can't live any other way without him. And I refuse to consider a life with someone else."

"He's already out of your life!" shouted Buaji, shaking Khushi, "Why don't you understand? Why don't you accept it?"

"BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!" shouted Khushi.

Buaji shook her again, "You need to forget him. YOU MUST!"

Khushi shook her head, "I can't..never..And anyway, Buaji, who will marry me like this?"

She swept aside her sari, revealing a visibly rounded form.

"Don't you see, Buaji," said Khushi brokenly, "Arnavji is not just my husband and the man I love, but he's also the father of my child..how can I forget him?"

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Khushi slept that night fitfully.

She woke up in the middle of night and stood by the window, gazing at the glowing moon outside.

Was he looking at it too, she wondered?

A frown crossed her small face as she recalled the argument with Buaji this afternoon.

She knew her aunt wouldn't give up so easily.

Why didn't anyone understand? thought Khushi, wiping a tear.

Her hand drifted toward her protruding stomach.

She touched the area lovingly.

"You understand, don't you, baby?" she whispered, "You know why Mama can't forget Daddy?"

She knew their child had to..after all this child was the symbol of their love..

She loved the baby more than anything..

But what future did the baby have..thought Khushi worriedly.

A child needed a father.

And Arnav wasn't in their lives..He didn't even know about her pregnancy.

Yes, decided Khushi, she had to think about the baby's future..her own broken heart came second.

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The next morning, Khushi forced herself to take a sip of tea.

Buaji was sitting across from her, frowning.

Khushi ignored her, gazing at the newspaper open before her instead.

She read the headlines without paying much attention, her hand massaging her swollen belly.

And then she froze.

A bright, colorful full page ad was before her..

Annual Charity Ball Tonight at the Pavilion..Official Sponsors: Raizada Family (AR Designs Inc.).

Khushi's breath stilled..maybe this was the chance she'd been waiting for..

"What are you looking at, Khushi?" asked Buaji, coming to sit beside her.

Khushi couldn't answer as Buaji took the newspaper, reading the advertisement with widened eyes.

"You can't be thinking of going here," she said, "I've arranged for a boy nearby to come and see you this evening."

Khushi frowned, rising.

Her eyes were determined as she said, "I'm going Buaji. No one can stop me."

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It wasn't too difficult for Khushi to get into the Pavilion.

She bought a ticket and quickly headed toward the backstage area.

"Sanka Devi, where are you going?" asked Buaji.

Khushi sighed, pausing, "Buaji, you go sit in our seats. I'll be there soon."

Buaji frowned but did as Khushi said.

Khushi turned then, entering the backstage.

A flurry of activity was happening there.

A troupe of ballet dancers was just coming off stage.

A choreographer was going over last minute instructions with a large group of kids, dressed in bright pink and purple.

Singers and a few jugglers waited nearby, while a few bands were strumming their instruments, tuning carefully.

Khushi walked to the edge of the curtain.

A crowded auditorium was before her, a sea of faces..

Khushi looked carefully and then froze.

There he was.

In the first row..looking so handsome and familiar it made Khushi's throat constrict.

Dadi and Di sat on his either side.

The rest of the family surrounded them.

Arnav looked up just then, and Khushi quickly hid behind the curtain.

Her heart beat out of control.

"Are you okay?" asked one of the men passing by, a clipboard in his hand.

Khushi nodded.

But the man stared at her closely. "Hey wait, aren't you that woman who performed to Heer Ranjha here?"

Khushi's eyes widened as she remembered that night..

So much time had passed..

"Yes," she mumbled, looking down.

"That was one amazing performance," recalled the stagehand, "Are you on the roster today?"

Khushi shook her head, "No, but I want to be.."

The man nodded, "One of the groups cancelled, I can add you in. But you need at least 7 other participants with you..this is a group concert."

Khushi gazed out confused, nibbling her bottom lip.

How would she find 7 other people so last minute?

But just than a small hand tugged on her sari.

"Khushi Di!" shouted a young boy.

Other kids surrounded Khushi quickly, hugging her tightly.

Khushi smiled, laughing.

Her entire group of tuition students were here.

"What are you all doing here?"

"We were going to perform, but our main dancer got chicken pox," said one of the girls, forlornly.

Khushi smiled.

"How would you all like to dance with me?" she asked, kneeling down.

The kids' faces lit up.

"Really?"

"OMG!"

"But we don't know the steps!"

Khushi nodded, "I really need you all today. And just dance what you learned or dance whatever you like."

They nodded excitedly.

"Is the Shaitan here too?" asked the youngest.

Khushi's heart ached. "Yes, he's here. We have to dance for him, okay. We have to make the Shaitan become Prince Charming tonight."

Everyone smiled, and leaned forward as Khushi hurriedly explained her plan.

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Arnav clapped half-heartedly as another performance finished.

"That was wonderful, right Chote?" said Anjali, her eyes shining brightly.

Arnav nodded, but didn't reply.

He'd learned about 3 months ago that it was better to just keep quiet.

No one understood what he was going through.

They all expected him to be back to his normal self almost right away.

How was he supposed to explain that he would never be the same?

That a girl had entered his life and changed its very foundation..

That every moment without her felt like a punishment..

Khushi..

Even saying the name hurt.

Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada..the woman he loved, his wife..

How was he supposed to forget her?

She lived in his each though, his every heartbeat.

3 months had passed.

3 months that he hadn't seen her face..hadn't heard her laugh..hadn't held her in his arms..

"And our next group is Khushi and the Shaitan Group.." announced the host loudly.

Arnav stilled.

Everyone around him clapped.

But he couldn't move.

He knew what that name meant..

God, could it be?

But just then Khushi walked onto the stage, looking so beautiful, and so frail that he couldn't breathe.

He couldn't look away..

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Khushi gulped as she met Arnav's eyes.

Her huge, slightly teary eyes met his shocked, shining gaze.

The song started playing just then.

The kids danced in circles around Khushi as the piano notes played.

Khushi took a deep breath, singing softly, "Kasam ki kasam hai kasam se.."

She extended her hand directly to Arnav, "Humko pyaar hai sirf tumse."

Arnav's heart raced at her declaration.

On stage, Khushi continued, looking at Buaji this time, "Ab yeh pyaar na hoga phir humse.."

Buaji's eyes widened as Khushi sang, "Log Kehte hai paagal hoon main yeh bhi na jaanu..dil lutaya hai maine..Ab kisi ki na maanu.."

Her eyes flew back to Arnav as she continued, "Chain Dekar Ke Maine Bechainiya Yeh Li Hai..Neende Udakar Ke Maine Tumse Wafaye Ki Hai.."

Tears came to Arnav's eyes as he watched her.

He'd expected her to hate him.

Dadi had said Khushi never wanted to see him again..

He'd gone to get her back the next day after she left, but Buaji had said Khushi was no longer his concern..

He'd been so sure she must hate him..

But here she was, singing with her heart and soul, "Kasam Ki Kasam Hai Kasam Se..Jee Rahe The Hum Tere Dum Se..Ab Yeh Pyaar Na Hoga Phir Humse."

Memories of their time flashed between them as their eyes met..

The first time she'd fallen into his arms..

The first time he'd seen her in a sari..

Every moment, every embrace..

Their wedding..

Their unforgettable honeymoon..

Arnav couldn't stand a minute away from her.

He stood up just then, singing back, "Kuch Ishaaron Mein Tumne Humse Jo Yeh Kahan Hai..Ab Yakin Aa Raha Hai Tumko Bhi Kuch Hua Hai."

Khushi's eyes filled with tears of joy as she watched him take the stairs to the stage..

Their eyes met, as he continued, "Kyon Tumko Dekhte Hain Kya Dil Mein Sochte Hai..Toofan Jo Uth Raha Hai Hum Usko Rokte Hai."

He reached for her hand, and Khushi trembled as their fingers entwined.

He hugged her to him, holding her close.

The kids laughed, dancing around the couple in circles.

Arnav leaned back, smiling, "Kasam Ki Kasam Hai Kasam Se..Yeh Milan Hai Sanam Ka Sanam Se."

He held Khushi closer, facing his family below with a firm gaze, "Ab Yeh Pyaar Na Hoga Phir Humse.."

Khushi smiled, cuddling into him.

They both looked at each other lovingly, singing together, "Kasam Ki Kasam Hai Kasam Se..Humko Pyaar Hai Sirf Tumse.."

A thunderous applause rang out as the song ended.

Arnav held onto Khushi's shaking form tightly as the curtains closed.

"Arnav.." muttered Khushi, brokenly, her tears staining his suit jacket.

Arnav kissed her head, her cheeks, as he brushed her tears away. "I'm sorry, love. I thought you didn't want me in your life anymore.."

Khushi leaned back, staring at him amazed.

"What?"

He nodded, brokenly. "Dadi and Buaji said you would never forgive me.."

Khushi shook her head, "I thought you hated me..that you wanted nothing to do with me.."

Arnav shook his head quickly, "Never, Khushi. I was just shocked that night, but I never blamed you. It's not your fault what that woman did.."

Tears fell from Khushi's eyes, as Arnav picked up her hands, kissing her skin softly, "I love you, Khushi..love you more than anything, baby."

Khushi smiled as they hugged.

But she had to tell him something.

She stepped slightly back, taking his hand in hers.

He looked at her questioningly as she lifted his hand up and placed it on her protruding stomach.

"We both love you too, Arnavji," said Khushi, her eyes bright.

Arnav's eyes rounded.

He looked into her eyes, and then down toward her stomach.

"Khushi.." he began, wonderstruck.

Khushi nodded, smiling happily.

She looped her arms around his neck, saying shyly, "It's true, Arnavji..I'm three months pregnant."

Tears came to Arnav's eyes..

He'd missed so much..

He leaned down, sweeping aside her sari to kiss her stomach gently.

And then, he stood, cupping Khushi's face in his hands.

"I love you both so much," he whispered, kissing her lips tenderly.

Joy coursed through both of them as they held each other.

Both of them vowed to never let the other go..

1 year later..

Khushi fidgeted in the white jeep, staring out the window worriedly.

Arnav smiled as he gazed at her.

His left hand left the steering wheel and entwined with hers..

"Relax, love," he murmured, rubbing her hand soothingly with his thumb.

Khushi tried to smile, but he knew her so well.

She couldn't hide her worry from him..

"But, Arnav, this is the first time we've left him alone.."

Arnav sighed, "Arman will be fine. He has a house full of people to take care of him.."

Khushi nodded hesitantly, she missed her baby so much..

"Come on, Mrs. Raizada, can you think even a minute just about me?" he asked naughtily.

Khushi laughed, squeezing his hand as their eyes met.

She was so happy..

She hadn't thought it was possible to be this happy..

But the baby had brought the entire family together.

Dadi loved him..and Buaji doted on his each gurgle..

Arman would be just fine, she told herself.

As they parked and stepped out, she looked up at the red carpet amazed.

It had been one year..

One year since they'd been here..at this same Pavilion..this same Annual Charity Ball..

"I love you," murmured Arnav as they posed for the cameras..

"And I love you.." she replied holding him closer.

Everything was finally as it was always meant to be..

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Satina's OS: Khushi's First Karvachaut: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/2756022/os-khushis-1st-karva-chauth-complete

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