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Res* for Chapter 1
Arnav observed the multicolored sunset just adjacent to him. The window he gazed through was tall, broad and spotless. It was perfect for the even more perfect Darjeeling sunset.
From his seat he could discern the different shades that colored the sky. A brush of orange had been sketched across the bottom, and it widened to accomodate the slightly darker saffron. It branched out to allow the dark clouds that somehow filtered in between the magnificent show of colors, hinting towards heavy oncoming rains.
While he lay absorbing the beauty of the heavens, the couple conversed quiety in Bengali behind him. Their keen eyes taking in with worry and interest the letter he had handed to them a few hours before.
He sighed.
Was it even sane to do what he was planning? Was it even justified?
Anger rose at the unfamiliar feeling of helplessness spiraling through like fire in his veins. But it had been Anurag Sen's plea, and Arnav owed at least this much, if not more to that man.
He had brought him up.
18 years ago, Anurag Sen had entered into the orphanage by mistake, but he had left with a boy he would come to call his son.
He had given a homeless boy everything Arnav could have asked for. Shelter, food, education. But even more so, the wise man had given him what he had needed the most.
Love.
Arnav smiled as he remembered Baba. That man had taught him to live this life. How to earn success and weave a fortune.
But Baba had taught him how to love. And he would never forget the old man's favor. If this was what Anurag needed from him, then this was what he would do.
As if on cue with his thoughts, the woman who had welcomed him rose and walked towards where he was seated. She looked at him silently for a moment, and then smiled slightly. That motion was not understood by Arnav, but it was greatly appreciated.
The hospitality they were showing him was commendable, especially when he was a stranger who meant nothing to them.
The woman's husband joined him at the small sofa, and handed Anurag's letter back to Arnav. He took it gently and folded the paper, keeping it quietly inside his coat pocket.
For a moment the three stood in contented silence, not bothering to say anything. At that particular moment, he felt a bond form between them. What purpose it would serve, that he didn't know.
Not for now anyway.
Arnav listened attentively as the woman spoke in slightly broken Hindi. He himself didn't understand Bengali, and the letter was written in that very language.
He knew of what the letter entailed, but the specifics he was unaware of. She explained to the best of her ability, where he would find the house he was looking for. A complicated path weaved from here to the hill, where the owner lived. It was not a risky drive, as long as he took a complatible vehicle.
Expressing his thanks fervently, Arnav bent down to take the old couple's blessings. Their aashirvad came from a few familiar sounding Bengali words. And Arnav knew innately that they meant for him to live a long and happy life.
He smiled and bid them a respectful Namaste, reaching for the door handle. He left the house in a hurry, hoping to finally achieve his purpose.
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She watched as the orange sun dipped steadily behind the dark silhouette of the mountain. The light flitted away from the sky's grasp, shadows playing across the tips of the evergreen pines.
As the sound of running water and dishes being rinsed flooded the surroundings, the room darkened to an almost pitch black.
Another day had gone by.
Her shoulders aching from the hectic day at work, she made her way tiredly over to the living room. She picked up the lantern with brittle fingers, the sole ring around her right ring finger pushing against the cool metal almost vengefully.
A sigh left her mouth as she poured some kerosene into the small container and lit the wick with the help of the last matches in the house. More would have to bought tomorrow. She made a mental note in her mind, and hoped that she would not forget this time.
Three sharp knocks on the wooden door snapped her out of her reverie. She looked at the old grandfather clock towering over the miniature sofa. Amrita didi was early today. But hadn't she specifically stated that she would be late?
Confusion flitted across the young woman's features, but then she shrugged carelessly. Who was she to complain?
"Doya kore bhetore ashun" [Please come in]
She turned back to the dishes that lay in the sink and started to scrub them as vigorously as before. A few seconds later, she heard the creaking of the old door as it was pushed inside to allow the visitor.
A warm feeling ran up her spine like sunshine on an icy winter morning. That particular feeling floated across her blouse-clad back like an unfamilar, intimate caress. This was not how it felt when Amrita didi had come to give the sugar before, so what was it now?
A certain dread latched onto her skin. Who could it be?
"Kaun hai?" Hindi, her second language was thrust from her lips in a guttural manner. A sure sign that fear was making its way in her bones.
There was no answer from the other person in the room. Clenching her eyes tight before she opened them once again, Khushi whirled around in a hurry.
Only to see a strange man, accompanied by a suitcase standing there silently.
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Res* for Chapter 2
10|12|12"Dreams are like stars'you may never touch them, but if you follow them'they will lead you to your destiny"
- Anonymous
Chapter 2: Dreams, or Reality?
It could not have been him, Khushi thought as dread combined with excitement raced through her body. But she felt it, that'ache, that desire.
It was like she dreamt, every single night.
Only this was not a dream; but reality staring daringly at her face. Sense arrived at a slightly late moment, but arrive it did.
"Apni ke?" [Who are you?]
Her voice was hostile, harsh and deadly. But again, nobody would have mistaken Khushi Sen to be an unnecessarily polite woman.
"Ami bangla jani na" [I don't know Bengali/Bangla]
If it had been someone else, she would have laughed at the irony of the situation. A man was explaining to her that he didn't speak Bengali, in the language itself. But that was a thought that never struck her. Because the moment the man raised his head and spoke, his eyes connected with hers.
It was him.
The warm orbs that were now staring at her with something akin to wonder, almost glowed in the dim light. She could differentiate between the threads of black glittering in those pools of honey.
She knew those eyes by heart.
How could she not? They were the same eyes that haunted her each night.
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Arnav physically took a step back as he gazed into the strange woman's violet lenses. Was this even possible?
His legs tangled with hers as their fingers entwined intimately. Those eyes looked straight into his as she shuddered around him and called out his name in sheer ecstasy.
He snapped out from his erotic dream, the same one that had plagued him for the past ten years, and looked straight at the woman who seemingly dominated his fantasies.
Her eyes tightened in fury as she gazed at him, and aggressiveness tinged her violet lenses. A black ring formed around the edges of those light irises as she walked towards him.
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Khushi took slow steps towards man who had calmly walked into her kitchen a few minutes ago. Within a few strides, he had turned her entire life upside down. What was she to make of this event?
She had not seen this coming.
"Who are you?" she reverted to her question, this time phrasing it in English. This man looked like someone who would understand that language. There was no doubt that he was immaculately groomed. A pair of dark jeans covered his lean legs while an olive toned polo rippled slightly over his masculine torso.
"My name is Arnav." His deep voice held the twinge of a prominent accent. An American.
Arnav.
So this was the name of the man who had tortured her for the past ten years. Gifted- no cursed-her to such vivid dreams. Dreams that brought out the woman in her. A woman who had never existed. Other than in those dreams.
She would never allow that to happen.
Men were all the same. Whether it be her father, or the man in front of her-the man who ruled her fantasies.
"Look Mister" she purposefully avoided using his given name. The word sent a tingle all over her body, almost as if he was caressing her.
"I do not know what you're doing-"
Khushi was interrupted by the loud sound of the rickety door being pushed back-almost violently, to accommodate another visitor. This time it was Kashish, the young sixteen year old who lived on the floor below hers.
She stopped and looked at the teenage girl with a small frown, "Haya apani ekhane ki karachena tai deri Kashish?" [What are you doing here so late Kashish?]
The girl didn't reply directly to her question, but answered nonetheless. "Kani didi, ami ekhane ase na take balalama, kintu se amara katha sunate ki na!" [Kani didi, I told him not to come in here, but he didn't listen to me!]
Kani bristled upon her answer and glared at Kashish, "Apani ki bojhate ceyechena? Take ki apani balabena na ye ami amara homa anumodita naya? [What do you mean? Didn't you tell him that men are not allowed in my home?]
"Ami! Antata pamcabara! Kintu tini kebala amara dike taki?e mata ami eka?i bidesi bha?a bha?i chila!" [I did! At least five times! But he just looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language!]
For a moment Kani was torn between two rising murderous feelings. She couldn't decide whether to kill the man first, or Kashish.
"Ye karana hala, tini ba?gali na bujhate parena!" [That is because he cannot understand Bengali/Bangla!]
She watched as the young girl slapped a palm to her head, and began muttering profusely. Kashish threw a dirty glance in the man's direction and then looked back at Kani.
"Ami dukhita didi! Ami jani na ki!" [I am sorry didi! I didn't know!]
Khushi sighed and motioned for the girl to relax, "Cinta karabena na. Apani ba?ite yana." [Dont worry. You go home.]
She saw Kashish throw a fearful glance at the man standing silently amidst this rapid fire foreign language session. Kani knew that the young girl was scared, so she touched her shoulder in an affectionate manner and smiled slightly. A rare sight.
"Cinta karabena na. Apani jana apanara didi paricalana kara e'i puru?a" [Dont worry. You know your didi can handle this man]
The girl's lips stretched as she giggled at what the older woman had said, and she turned to regard the man in a serious manner. She took a threatening step towards him, and wagged a finger in his face.
"Ami apani badha, yadi apani Kani didi kichu karate habe!" [I will kill you, if you do something to Kani didi!]
Apparently she had forgotten that the man did not speak her language, as she peered dangerously into his face. She stood there for a fraction of a second, and then turned around to open the old door and disappear.
Leaving the two alone once again.
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Res* for Chapter 3
Anyone who angers you, conquers you.
-Anonymous
Chapter 3: Rage, Unleashed
Arnav looked at the woman-the goddess-who stood strong in front of him. Really looked at her.
He was spellbound, to say the least. She resonated an almost electric aura that surrounded every part of her voluptuous body. It began from her glorious, bound raven hair to the feet that were hidden beneath the fall of her sari.
It seemed unusual that woman he fantasized about, was somehow even more magnificent in person. But she was. She truly was his deepest, darkest desire in human form.
Those light purple eyes were the color of freshly bloomed lavenders that held the dew of early spring. Fringed by long and curling dark lashes that created shadows on her polished cheeks; they exuded a sort of serene calm.
A deceptive calm.
Arnav knew he perceived correctly. He knew that from the fury subtly tightening each part of her nubile body, and making the tendons stand stark against the dusky pallor of her skin. He was enlightened to an apparent fact at that very moment.
This woman held a phenomenal temper.
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Khushi tried, with all her power to control the rage that was rising rapidly within her like a tempest. It spread through her veins like a fast acting toxin that threatened to wash away all remaining sanity.
Her fingers clenched tightly into a fist as she bit out in a heavily controlled voice "What are you doing here?" She did not dare to make eye contact with him, lest she lose all sense by staring into those warm lenses.
Lenses that she knew were staring at her. Molten brown eyes- She physically snapped out of herself imposed, and yet not so, torture and looked up at him.
"I asked you something, and I'm not in the habit of repeating myself."
Khushi raised an eyebrow to accompany her arrogant quip, and waited for him to answer. She concentrated on looking over his head, so as to not distract herself-
"I'm not in the habit of people staring over my head when they talk to me."
Her eyes flashed at his attempt of a witty comeback, and she twisted her mouth into the deadly sembelance of a smile. "Well, you better get out of it then. I have no interest in staring at your face."
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Lies.
She was lying. Arnav could cognize that fact easily, and she was mistaken if she considered herself a woman able to mask her emotions.
She couldn't even if she tried.
"Well, Miss whoever you are, I dont have the time to bandy arguements with you. I'm looking for a Ms. Khushi Sen. Any idea where she might be-"
His monologue was interuppted by the goddess herslef, and he heard rude laughter ahead of him. He raised his eyes to rake over her mocking stance, and lifted an eyebrow. Questioning her as to what she had found to be so funny.
He didn't need to wait for long. She smirked "You're standing in my house, asking me who Ms. Sen is? Are you really as dimwitted as you sound, or are you acting like an imbecile just for my benefit?"
Arnav Singh Raizada bristled upon the woman's remarks as a wave of anger hit him. Nobody got away with calling him an imbecile.
Never!
"I dont see how that relates to my incomplete question" he gritted out harshly, not bothering to address her as a Miss anymore. She didn't deserve the title.
"Ha?a bhagabana! [Oh my God!] You really are dimwitted. I am Ms. Khushi Sen"
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She saw him falter in whatever words he would have uttered next. Curiousity furrowing her brows as to what could have caused such a reaction in the asinine man in front of her, she raised an insolent eyebrow.
"What has happened to you? You look like you have seen a ghost-"
"Is your father's name Anurag Sen?"
And once again, with his one softly uttered sentence, the anger that Khushi had reigned in with difficulty came tumbling through the iron gates.
Her eyes flashed upon hearing that godforsaken, insufferable-damned-name. She breathed in deep and closed her eyes at a final attempt at hastily slipping sanity. There was no respite from the burning feeling. Nobody had dared to pronounce that man in front of her for twelve years.
They feared her wrath.
Khushi raised her red rimmed eyes to the man's molten ones, and clenched her jaw tight before opening her mouth.
"Get out."
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