Arhi SS: Our Happiness and Grief COMPLETED Parts 1-9 - Page 2

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Y dont u continue soon...😉

pleej do...😊

interesting...pls do continue😊

interesting..continue soon..😊

nice, will you be continuing?

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oh dear not babuji man
she loves her babuji a lot dont think she will be able to take it if something happens to him
so she is pregnant huh
pls do continue soon

Nice :) do continue sooon!

Originally posted by: Riima_Azraa

nice, will you becontinuing?

yes :) will be updating in a few hours 😳

Part 2

"What?" Arnav gasped.

"Buaji said he had a heartattack..."

"Oh, God." Arnav whispered.

Khushi's teeth began to chatter, despite the unchange in temperature, fear collided with her body, was he going to be okay?

Arnav pulled her into a hug, whispering in her ear, "Khushi, everything's going to be fine, you'll see." She nodded into his chest, absorbing the words of hope, allowing them to take her above and beyond the situation, praying those very words do not drop her into a horrifying nightmare.

"Chote..." Anjali called from the living room, making Khushi immediately stand aback from him, throwing worried glances at the door. "We should go to the hospital," Arnav said, "it's..." he glanced at his watch "five o'clock at the moment, visiting hours are until seven, we should hurry."

"Chote!" Anjali's voice rang again from the other room.

"Coming!" Arnav called back. "Let's go." He said to Khushi, taking her hand as the earth seemed to tremble slightly beneath them.

"Chote," Anjali chimed, sitting on the edge of the sofa, the rainbow of saris draping across her lap. "I was thinking...What's wrong?" Anjali asked, taking in their expressions.

"Babu-ji has had a heart attack," Arnav said, squeezing Khushi's hand.

"Oh, Khushi-ji," Anjali gasped, standing up, "I'm sorry...well what are you doing here? You should be at the hospital."

"We're on own way, Di." Arnav said.

"Okay, and Khushi-ji don't worry, everything will be fine, you'll see."

Khushi gave a Di a small smile, and off Khushi and Arnav went.

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The sun lowered, making the tranquillity blue glow a tinge of auburn, preparing the sky for the darkness to come.

Arnav went through the busy roads, slowly closing the difference between Babu-ji and them. They quickly parked, rushing off to the entrance of the hospital, Khushi's sandles slapping noisily against the hard, cold floor.

Arnav asked for directions at the desk, and so they set off to ward twenty three. Khushi made her way to the stairs, only to be stopped by Arnav. "Khushi, let's take the lift."

"But the lift will takes ages to come," Khushi replied, agitated.

"Khushi, please," Arnav said, as Khushi followed his gaze to the tiny bump in her stomach.

"Okay," Khushi nodded.

The metal doors opened after a few seconds, then clanged shut after they entered it, caging them inside, making Khushi jump.

"Khushi..." Arnav said, placing his hands on her shoulder, as the lift brought them upwards, "it'll be okay, I'm here, we'll get through this together."

"I know," Khushi gulped, her hands shaking slightly.

Arnav quickly took her hand, and gave it a kiss, stopping the shaking at once. Khushi's eyes smiled delicately at him, grateful.

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"Khushi!" Garima said, rising out of her seat, Babu-ji's eyes opening.

"Babu-ji," Khushi cried, placing her head on her father's chest, a shaking hand keeping her there, as a tear ran down curling around his ear as his lying figure felt more helplessness than ever to reassure his daughter that he would be okay.

Arnav, raised a hand to greet Babu-ji miming kind words to him, receiving small nods, from a smiling Babu-ji.

Garima began to tell them how she had found Babu-ji on the floor, gasping, she had quickly called an ambulance and rushed him to hospital, the doctors had said if they were even a minute late, Babu-ji would not be with them today.

Garima suddenly began to cry uncontrollably, hands covering her sobs, eyes shut tight, trying but not preventing the streams of tears that showered down her cheeks. "Umma!" Khushi cried, grabbing hold of her hands, placing own hands on her mother's face, trying to get through to her. "Umma, no, everything will be okay, you'll see." She embraced her mother, and slowly Garima's sobs grew wuiet, the shaking of her body echoing her pain.

Arnav had his hand on Garima's shoulder, "Umma, everything will be fine, at this point we all need to be strong, for Babu-ji."

Garima nodded quickly, grabbing the end of her sari and wiping her face.

The room grew quiet, and yet Khushi's heart hammered against her chest, what was to come?

"Khushi, I'm just coming," Arnav said, running a hand through his hair.

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Arnav knocked on the wooden door outside the ward, the name plate of Doctor Sha at the top of it, in golden letters.

"Come in." A strong voice came from behind the door.

"Hi, Dr Sha," Arnav said.

"Yes?" He said, looking down at the several papers scattered all over his glass desk.

"I would like to pay for Mr. Gupta's expenses," Arnav said, taking out his card, and placing it on the transport glass.

Dr. Sha looked up.

"Of course, " Dr Sha replied, peering at Arnav through his glasses, "and you are?"

"Arnav Singh Raizaida. His son-in-law."

"Ah! I guess Mrs Gupta told you?" He gazed at Arnav empathetically.

"Yes," Arnav said, looking down. The fact that Babu-ji had yet again had another heart attack was painful but they would get through it, together.

"It's a shame we had to break the news to Mrs Gupta."

"I don't-"

"There are services for when such things happen."

Arnav looked at him, thoroughly confused, what was this man talking about?

"Sorry, Dr Sha, I'm not quite sure what you're talking about."

"I'm talking about Mr. Gupta, I really thought you knew..."

Arnav looked at him questioningly and then Dr. Sha let all hell lose.

"Mr. Gupta does not have a lot of time left."