OS: The Silent tears - Page 7

mannn i feel like killing arnav...how can he be so insensitive to khushi after everything he put her thru ?!

I want him to repent repent and repent...hate that he did what he did!

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There is more confusion already in her crazy brain.

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She cried sitting there and dint know what else to do at that moment. As Arnav walked to his room after a few minutes not being able to stay away from her, he heard her soft sobs and his heart tightened. He felt miserable, why why why does he end up hurting her so much?? He was angry at himself and banged fist hard against the wall, with his eyes turning red, letting out deep breathes.

The sudden nock on the door alerted her and she tried to stop crying. She realized her sobs might be audible, but then she knew for sure she looked miserable with a tear strained face. She quickly made her way to the washroom and sprinkled water on her face. Her reflecting the mirror looked horrible and she was determined to bring it back to as normal as she can, as she wiped the sides of her face using her palms. She then another nock, this time it was hard, the sound of which gave her hints of his anger.

"Hum bathroom main hai, ek minute" she screamed as normal as she can.

Hearing her voice in the distance made him feel better but he was mad for her ways to hide away and cry, especially hide from him and cry. He was just not able to imagine her sitting alone and crying like the definitely not sitting away from him. He waited looking down from the upstairs as she took her time composing herself, he knew for sure and the mere thought made him hate himself. He then heard the opening sound of the door and he turned around in a split second to see her, all he saw was the door.

He opened it with one hand, scared if he had to find her, but was relieved to find her just in front of the door with her back turned to him. She got changed to her night wear, or should he say, she removed all her grooming that she had for this special day which mattered to her the most. He tried to remember how she looked and all he could remember was she was wearing the saree which he gifted her with lovely jewelry all the way groomed like a bride, but he isn't he supposed to notice her beyond that, beyond what a anyone could notice?

Probably she groomed for him, probably? Obviously she boldly well did groom for him and he dint notice really? He felt dammed at his own self, but something about the way she is standing with her hands folded across her stomach and a composed posture turning away from him formed a lump in his throat, as he swallowed hard, he tried to call her—

"Khus--"

"Aapko koi faraq nahin padtha hai na?" she asked sternly still not showing him her face and he stopped in his tracks still very getting what she is actually meaning to ask.

"Khushi, I'm sorry"

"Nahin Arnavji" he turned around and the mere site of her pink tear strained face broke his heart into million pieces. "aap kyun mafee mangrahe hai?"

He dint like the sarcasm in that tone and immediately reached her holding both of her arms gently bringing her closer. "Khushi listen to me, it was just a mistake, I dint think—"

He trailed off when she held the stern look and made his hands leave her using both her hands. He looked at her being completely bewildered. He was scared by the way she is not allowing him to touch her.

"Ek patni apne pati ke lambi umar ke liye, din bhar vrath rakhthee hai, intezaar karthee hai, thaaki uske pati aaye aur ek boond paani se uska vrath thode, par aaj toh hamare intezaar khatham hi nahin huwa Arnav ji" she said with tears rolling down her eyes.

"Khushi"

She again moved behind with his one step close. "Ismain aapki koi ghalatthi nahin hai, ghalathi toh humaree hai, ghalthee humaree hai, ki hum aise hai"

"Khushi, please aise bathe mat karo, pehle kuch khalo, please"

"ghalathi to humaree hai, ki hum aapke zindagee main hai"

He felt like the earth moved away down his feet. "What??" he rose in sudden developed anger but dint make a move from where he is standing because one look at her, he felt like she is not listening to anything, she is speaking in a trauma, and he for the first time did not know how to react while she continued with her sentences…

"Kahan hum, Khushi kumaree gupta, joh Lucknow jaise ek chotee shehar se hai, jo jilabiyan banatee hai, joh bawaron ki tarah hasthee hai, pagal hai, jo aapko satatee hai, jhalli hai, humesha ulta kaam karthee hai …."

"Khushi what the hell are you talking?" he was getting restless and was not able listen to her own insult that she is doing.

He slowly stepped closer and noticed that she did not move this time but was rather lost in her own world uttering all nonsense.

"jisse ye nahin pata ki date pe kya karnee chahiye, jisse high class logon ki tarah sajna nahin ata ho, jisse yeh nahin pata ki horse racing hotee kya hai..

"Stop it khushi"

"jo high class society main nahin rehsakthee.."

"Khushi, I said--"

"jo cheap hai, ghatiya hai, jisse koi aukaad na-"

"WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP!!!" he screamed with his anger reaching heights at those last words as he at once caught hold of her again bringing her dead close to his scary angry eyes. But she was too far from being scared, she was initially startled and then blinked the tears off her face looking right in his dead close eyes and continued.

"Jho apne harkatonse apne pati ko hamesha sharminda Kartee hai.." she said sternly and his eyebrows suddenly relaxed as it completely dawn onto him finally of what she is going through. His anger was replaced by concern and loosened the grip on her arms, still holding her close.

"Khushi tum aisa nahin soch sakthee" he whispered calm and composed as he finally felt her pain and his heart was stabbed roughly.

As if his words and his hurt face are no longer making an effect on her she went on "Aur kahan aap Arnav singh raizada, jo ameer hai, jinkee padhayee states mein huwi thi, jinke liye koi mahine nahin raktha, apne beethe huwe kal se, koi mahine nahin rakhtha ki unki eke k ex-girlfriend thi, koi mahine nahin rakhtha ki uska bacha bilkul unki hi tarah ho"

"Khushi stop, we have been through this already"

"aapko koi mahine nahin raktha ki Sheethal ji ab bhi aapse Pyar karthee hai,"

"What?"

"Is baath ka bhi nahi, ki voh ek dum aap ki tarah hai, ki voh aapke high society ki hai, English baath karthee hai, educated hai, independent hai, aur voh kya kehthe aapki basha mein?? Sophisticated hai, zyada bathe nahin karthee hai, aapki tarah chup see hai, " she was by now at the verge of crying out loud and she again started moving away from him step by step back wards.

He was too scared for her behavior, the way she is looking at things, if was getting angrier, he was too afraid to show it, suddenly he dint know how to deal with her. He was too scared to loose her.looose her??? How did even the thought came up in his mind?

"Khushi, tum apne aapko Sheethal se compare kaise karsathee ho? How could you" he said his voice breaking with state in which he is seeing her, he felt horrible.

"Sahin kahan aapne, hum unke saath kaise compare karsakthe hai, hum toh aa—aapke layak hai hi nahin" she finally sobbed the ones that she has been holding back as she finally hit the wall behind her. She sobbed and cried as she slide down the wall kneeling down as she sobbed more.

"Hum toh aapke duniya ki hai hi nahin…" She sobbed more

He was lost at the mere sight in front of his eyes. Has she been going through all this, inferiority complex??? His heart wrenched for her and his eyes started tearing as he tried to make a move, she started coughing.

"Kyushu!" he uttered and looked around for water, there was none in his room. Still looking around he reached sitting down beside hush and when he tried to touch her back as she coughed she jerked him away.

"Hariprakash! HARI PRAKAS!!" he screamed over his voice when not just HP, even Anjali and Nani who has been waiting downstairs, quickly reached up.

As Anjali have seen the sight in front of her, she quickly went to khushi, moving Arnav behind she wrapped a hand around her shoulders and caressed her back. She stopped coughing and when Hp brought the water, Anjali tried feeding her and Khushi turned her head away.

"Khushiji paani peelijiye, aapne subah se kuch nahin khaya tha"

Khushi breathed out and looked at Anjali with a tear strained face "Di, ag—agar, humara vrat pati nahin thodpayenge, toh aur kya tareka hai di, vrat thodne ka?" she asked and if Anjalli was shocked at her question she dint show. Arnav on the other hand was dammed by that.

"aap mandir ke saamne khud apna vrat thodsakthee hai khushiji" Anjali said not looking at Arnav.

"Di!!!" he uttered and Anjali ignored him. "Di aap mujhe Mandir tak lejayengee?" it was one of the rarest times when khuishi asked for help and how could she reject. She slowly made her stand up and walled her out of the room towards the mandir downstairs..

Arnav was in high end ASR mode by now. If he could not tolerate anything it would be her ignorance, he became determined all a sudden and the stern look in her face returned. He started walking from him room and as he reached his Di and khushi who were at the starting of the steps, he bent down and picked up khushi in his arms.

He walked with khushi in his hands down stairs and took her to the mandir. He placed her down, ignoring her cold glances and looked at his di.

"Kya karna hai mujhe" he asked his di straight and stern. When there was a second of silence, he rose in anger. "Jaldi bato di" he gritted his teeth.

"Paani pilao aur prasad, vahan" Anjali said being shocked.,

When he took the glass of water in his hands and offered her, she turned her head away. With his free hand he caught hold of her face and spoke "This is my right, you get it??"

"aap har baar humpe zabardasthi nahin karsakthe" she argued not even remembering they have been watched.

"Why not, aur tum jo upper baqwaas baaten kar rahatee thi, uska kya?

"Baqwaas? Ha hay hum baqwaas, itna hi bqawaaas, aur pagal hai hum, toh chod kyun nahin dete hume?"

"KHUSHI!!!" he screamed and then sighed realizing he should first get her eat something and then think about the rest. "Khushi zid mat karo aur ye pani peelo, hum baad mein baath karenge" he said lovingly to her.

"Please khushi, what the hell are you doing and thinking, ye-ye sab ghalath hai khushi, kyun??" he finally asked, not being able to take all what she said out of his mind. "Khushi please kuch khalo" he almost but begged.

"Ek sharat par?" she said

"What??, shut up khushi" he was not ready at all.

"Hume buaji ke ghar jaane dijiye, abhi ke abhi, hum khaana khalenge"

"Are you mad khushi??? Tum jo soch rahee ho, kar rahee ho, sab ghalath hai, tumhe ho kya gaya hai?" he tried holding her face. "Hume kuch waqt akele rehna hai, hume jaane dijiye" she said.

"Fine!" he declared and made her drink water. Millions and trillions of things are going through his mind as he held her face with one hand, looked in her eyes and made her drink water. As the drop of water reached her throat, he sensed a bit of life coming back into those pale eyes and for that moment that was all he needed.

"Di isse khaana khilado" he ordered again and turned to leave but turned back to look at her.

"Bohat ghalath soch rahee hoo khushi" he stated. "Khaana khatam karo, I'll drop you off"

He said and left from the place to his room with tears forming up in his eyes. He marched to and fro back in his room as the events before played in his mind. Anger, hurt and more than anything else pain to make her go through all that filled his mind. The way she was behaving, he dint know suddenly how to sort things out or rather sort her mind out!! As frustration took over him, he banged his hand hard on the table making it break as the glass pieces bruised his palm.

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