The Covert (ArHi) Chapter 5 : Page 13 - Page 6

Originally posted by: -Sanz-

This Is SO Interesting YET Painful :(

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Awesome update
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Awesome update
a lot of questions in my mind lot of suspense very interesting .
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Plz update soon.

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This FF is Suspense/ Romance so there's lot of suspense to reveal. 😆
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Originally posted by: penguin143

This is getting more n more interesting with each chapter..!
I have a feeling that Khushi is not insane but is being played by someone.
But then she talks to an imaginary woman who gives her chocolates.!.😕

Happy that Arnav finds something odd.
I hope he finds the truth n help her.

And who is 'he'?
Shyam.?

When r u updating the next part..?
Waiting eagerly..
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Khushi may be insane or not. 😉 I am not gonna mention it here or there won't be any suspense left :P

Arnav has started feeling something different but will he go deep under to uncover it or someone will stop him, you'll get to know in the future Chapters :D
"HE" will be revealed soon. Maybe in the next Chapter :D
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Chapter 4

~The First Sign~

When I opened my eyes I was alone in the room and I wasn't alone in the room. He wasn't there but she was there and she was sitting beside me on the bed. She was caressing my hand, crying at the same time.

"I am sorry. It's my fault." She said looking at me with tear filled eyes. Looking at her I felt bad because I was the reason for her tears.

"It's not yours." I replied. She wanted to disagree. It was written on her face, in her eyes. But I didn't let her. Because it wasn't anybody faults but mine. If only...If only ...

But it was too late. Nothing was in my control. It wasn't like I had control earlier. But there were times when I tried standing up, for myself, for her and for others. But my one step forward meant I had to take three steps back. I was a coward. His one look and I had to retreat back. He was that powerful. And the best part, I wasn't the only one. Like me there were others too. But the only difference between me and them was that I was ALIVE and they were DEAD.

I tried smiling. I even smiled. But it was a forced one and both of us knew it. It's been years I smiled or laughed because I wanted to, not because I was forced too. And the few moments I used to get with her, all I wanted was her to smile and not feel bad. No one is responsible for others. It's us who makes or breaks ourselves and in the process of trying to making something, I broke everything.

"Okay enough crying. I won't cry anymore. I hardly get time to talk to you anymore. Tell me about the new Doctor? How is he?" She asked wiping her eyes.

This time it wasn't me but her who was trying to take my mind off of the things that were responsible for where and what I was.

"I don't know. I haven't talked to him. You know what happens after that. But I think he's waiting to ask me questions? What do you think?"

I wasn't lying when I asked her. I knew the consequences of opening my mouth. The other three doctors, I had to kill them because I opened my mouth and told them something which I shouldn't have. I thought they were on my side. They told me so. But when it came to choosing, they weren't beside but opposite to me. What was I suppose to do? Stand there and let me make a mockery out of me and let them do anything they wanted. I may be insane but not that insane as I was projected. So I did what I was told to. I killed them. I was ready to be projected as "INSANE", then letting my secret out to the world. I was hoping for a death sentence. At least it could have saved me from the everyday pain I was getting inflicted with but with him in power, he even took away that option.

I clearly remember what the headlines were the next day after I killed my first doctor, Dr. Adam L. Grant.

"Khushi Gupta, daughter of world renowned psychiatrist Dr. Shashank Gupta, brutally murdered her own doctor in her hospital room. She was getting treated for her mental illness. She stabbed him with the knife multiple times before anyone could come for the rescue. Our sources say, this wasn't the first time she tried to kill someone. Few months back she tried killing her father and it was then she was hospitalized for her illness. However Dr. Shashank Gupta remained unavailable for comment."

I was a labelled as the cold blooded murderer, an insane, mental case. That's what was left of my life. My life was just a case for them. A case whose end was known to me- DEATH.

The day was still far because I knew the result. I knew once they are done with me, I'll be awarded DEATH. It's what he said when he met me here the first time.

"Khushi, you earned yourself a prize dear. And you know what your priceless gift is..." He had asked. The metal was shining in the dim light as he had moved towards me. I was the prey and he was my attacker. He had grabbed me by my hair and pulled me roughly towards him.

"Answer me," He had pulled my hair, making me flinch.

"I...I..don't know." I had whispered. It was my first night in this place and scared wasn't even close to what I was feeling looking at him.

"Your death," He had said, roughly pushing me back on the bed. The next day everyone had laughed looking at me.

WHY?

Because after telling me about my gift, he gave me another gift- my hair. I loved my hair and he knew it. Everyone knew it. He had chopped off my hair with the scissors. And the freak stamp that was given to me by the outside world became a permanent stamp in this world as I walked down the corridor holding my hair in my hand. After that incident I never tried growing them up. And why should I? When I knew it will be chopped off.

"He looks different. Maybe you could...I have to go now" She trailed off, getting up from the bed.

"No, and I can't. I can't kill another person. I just can't..."I tried getting up from the bed, trying to stop her. But my medicines were too strong. She didn't stop as she continued walking away vanishing into the thin air.

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"You are awake." I said as I opened the door and saw her looking towards the window. She was trying to sit up but hearing me, her eyes quickly darted towards mine and the look of surprise was replaced by neutral expression.

"You were sleeping so I thought of doing some work before you wake up. How are you feeling now?" I asked, coming and sitting on the chair beside the bed. I had picked up some flowers on my way. So I put them in the vase before settling and looking down at her.

"Are you still feeling pain? Hungry?" I asked. She didn't reply. But her eyes were fixed on me the whole time.

And we were back to the start. Like the first time we had met. The only difference- She was looking at me the whole time and the only time she looked away was when I had put the flowers in the vase. But she had quickly switched back to mine as soon as I sat on the chair.

She gulped a few times, like she was trying to say something. She wanted to say something but then she changed her mind. And I wanted to know why?

What was she hiding? Was she scared of somebody or rather someone I saw in her room few hours back? Or there's something else that is hidden.

Questions, Questions, lots of locked questions. And the only source of answer wasn't helping me in unlocking them. With each passing day, the more I tried to reach the door, the more I was pushed back. And who was pushing me back?

I had no idea.

It was frustrating, it was thwarting my plans but there was no one to help me except her. But her closed expression was saying another story.

I moved my chair closer to her bed. It was time to make her speak to me. A single word, two words; anything as long as she said something. Her silence wasn't going to help her or let me help me and I've had to make her understand.

"You know Khushi," I waited for her to flinch like last time but no reaction this time. The only reaction I felt was when I had moved closer to her. She had tried to move away but something made her stop. So I continued.

"I can't help you if you won't let me. You need to talk to me. You have to..." I was whispering but stopped as I felt her touch. She had wrapped her finger around my wrist. It wasn't in view of anyone and maybe that was the reason she did that.

"You don't have to speak if you don't want to. Okay?" I asked and felt her fingers pressing my skin.

"I know somebody pushed you. Was it him or someone else? Do you know him?" I asked in almost a whisper. Her not speaking meant a lot of things. One of those meant others listening to us. Was this the reason she wasn't speaking to me? Or there was more the story?

I didn't know. But at least she was answering me. And for the start it was more than enough.

"Tell me?" I asked and this time her grip on my wrist tightened.

She turned her face away. She wasn't looking at me anymore but at the ceiling. She wasn't blinking but her grip on my hand didn't loosen. She was having a nightmare. And for a second I turned blank when I noticed her getting a panic attack.

I tried making her look at me but she was spaced out. She was in another world and nothing was good in that world for her. Nothing.

"Khushi, Khushi, Khushi...get up," I tried shaking her up but nothing was working. It's like one second we were making progress and the next second were we even behind the start line.

"He...He's watching us." I heard the words coming out of her mouth before she closed her eyes.

And I wasn't too sure if she was talking in her nightmare or she was talking about us.

Nothing and everything was making sense. It was like pieces of puzzle. All jumbled up but as soon as you put the pieces in place you'll get the clear picture. Even though nothing much came out in our talk, she gave me the first sign.

She wasn't alone. There was more to this place and her story. And the first sign she gave made the path I was a looking from a long time.

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