SS: Keeping Khushi Thread 2: Part 22 in Th 3 - Page 16

that was so sweet...& congrats on the new thread...

Am I the only person stalking this thread? :/

Originally posted by: IPKlover

Am I the only person stalking this thread? :/

Will post next part in a few minutes!

Smita

ME TOO HERE WAITINGGG

Smita few as in how many ?! 😛

Stalking alright 😆

Loved the updates! Can't wait to see if Khushi agrees or not...

Update soon!

Part 15

Khushi stared at him, her beautiful eyes wide with shock.

Arnav walked towards her, his eyes holding hers, and put his arms gently around her, pulling her flush against him. Her head settled in the crook of his neck as though the space had been made for it. Her arms clutched his shoulders, whether to push him away or pull him closer, she didn't know.

He cupped her face and raised it gently. Dazed eyes looked into his. He bent his head and kissed her cheek, taking his time about it. His hard lips savoured the soft, plump warmth of her creamy skin. He lifted his lips away from her cheek, and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted to draw in air, and her fingers were clenched around the fabric of his coat. He wished he could stay there like that for ever.

Her dazed eyes opened, and her eye lashes fluttered as she realised where she was and what she was doing. She let go of his coat, and began to try to move away from him. He was not in a mood to let go of her.

"You didn't kiss me back.", he complained softly, a naughty smile on his face.

Khushi gulped.

"Tomorrow morning.", he promised. "I will take your kiss and interest for the delay. After all, I am a businessman." He caressed her red cheek and smiled as he walked away, taking his lunch box.

Khushi watched him go, holding the lunch box as though it were something precious. She felt her throat close with unshed tears.

There was much she wanted to tell him...to dissuade him from pursuing her...to discourage him from wasting his life on her... But she could not make a sound. She stood there, helpless.

She composed herself, and went up to Baba's room.

"Baba!"

"Come in."

He was sitting on his meditation mat. Khushi sat down facing him.

"Kya hua?"

"He... he proposed m..marriage...", whispered Khushi, looking at the floor.

"And?"

"I... I r...refused h..him..."

"What reason did you give him?"

"I said... I said that I...that I did not want to get m..married to anyone."

"Did he accept your decision?"

Khushi moved her head to signify 'no'.

"What did you want to tell him?", asked Baba's even voice.

Khushi looked at him, confused, unable to comprehend his meaning.

"When he proposed, what did you really feel like saying? Yes or no?"

Khushi swallowed the big lump in her throat, and whispered, "Yes."

"Good.", said Baba.

"Good?", asked Khushi, astonished.

"It is time you got married."

"Baba?", Khushi whispered in shock.

"I always knew that a man worthy of you would come asking for you one day."

"Baba...How can I...? Baba, you know...", Khushi tried to convey the anguish in her heart to the man who knew her as well as he knew his own mind.

"I know."

"How can I? It would be unfair to him. I... I..."

"Taarva, any man who gets to marry you should go down on his knees and thank God." Baba caressed her hair.

"Baba, you are partial to me.", sighed Khushi, unable to stop the small smile from creeping on to her lips.

"I am. I am entitled to be."

"Baba..., will you please refuse him? Baba...?", she begged him, serious now.

"No."

"Baba...?", she pleaded.

"I have already promised him that I will conduct your marriage once you agree to his proposal." Baba was firm.

Khushi stared at her fond father, helpless.

Khushi closed and locked the door to her room, and sagged on the bed. How could she make Mr. ASR, no, Arnav, no, Arnavji understand? Even Baba had deserted her.

She got up from the bed, and walked to the full-sized mirror. Slowly, she caught hold of the pallu covering her right shoulder and let it slide off. It hung from her left shoulder, held by a pin. Looking at her hands in the mirror, she slowly unpinned the pallu of her green sari and let it drop from her body. She unpinned the pleats, and let the sari fall around her on the ground. She stood in her green long-sleeved blouse and skirt. Every inch of her body was covered.

She lifted her hands to her neck, and unhurriedly began slipping the buttons from their holes. Soon, the blouse was open to her waist. She slipped it off her torso, pulling the sleeves off her arms. And she inspected herself.

The skin was puckered in places, darker than the surrounding tissues... Scarred, uneven in patches... White lines like stretch marks... They didn't hurt. They just looked painful. And ugly.

The doctors had said eleven years back that her survival had been a miracle. Yes. It had been a miracle. But there was no need to impose that miracle on Arnav Singh Raizada. Especially when he was weighed down with guilt for his father's role in her parents' death, she thought.

She slipped her skirt off. Scars on her hips, thighs, all the way down to her feet. Her muscles so badly damaged that excessive standing or any kind of strain sent them throbbing.

It was not a new sight to her. She was familiar with her body in all its glory. She had accepted the price she had paid to stay alive, to draw breath... Her eyes travelled all over her poor form. She had accepted this. But there was no reason to force it on others. Especially Arnav Singh Raizada.

His mistress! He had wanted her as his mistress! She laughed soundlessly. If only he had seen her body hidden under her white anarkali that day! And now he wanted her for his wife! His wife!

Slow tears fell down her cheeks, and down on to her scarred chest. She wept for him, his dreams that would be shattered, his hopes that would be dashed, for her, for her longing for him, for her heart that wanted to jump out of the scarred body that held it and join him...She wept long into the night, thinking of a man with molten chocolate eyes and a good heart...

Part 16: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/3248201/ss-keeping-khushi-thread-2-part-22-in-th-3?pn=44

Now that I have OFFICIALLY stopped watching IPKKND because of the MOST ABSURD illegitimate child track, I'll be spending all my waking hours at your thread to get my fill of Arnav and Khushi and how their love was and is supposed to be; not what the CVs are trying to show us. They have taken the purity of Arshi's relationship because of this cheap and disturbing track. God, I am so DAMN angry at CVs for RUINING my perfect show and ruining the perfect character of Arnav. No more IPK for me. I'll live by the OSs, SSs and FFs. Decided.

aww beautifully written...loved it