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Bigg Boss 19: Daily Discussion Thread - 15th Oct '25
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"We cannot tell him everything yet," Anjali said sitting on bench right next to Khushi.
Khushi shook her head. "Stop babying him all the time Anjali. He is old enough to take care of himself and handle the truth." Khushi bit out. It wasn't fair Anjali demanded her to keep her brother out of all possible confusions so that his mind is void of cluttered mess.
"I am not talking as his sister Khushi but as a trained psychologist - he cannot know the other things you found out about our families," Anjali said seriously.
"Frankly Anjali, I don't care anymore. I will have to tell him everything and that includes what your mother did before she died," Khushi replied scathingly.
"Khushi...please...after mom's death Arnav shut off from the world completely. He was only six and half but her death had a major impact on him." Anjali pleaded. Khushi sighed.
"I know...you have told me about this before," she said. Arnav never spoke of his mother and had just told her that she died a long time ago and right after that his father died too.
"My father was too detached from his family and was away traveling around the country. My grandmother who was staying with us took him to the doctor. The impact of his shock was so dangerously precarious that he didn't speak for almost two years. He recovered quite well after that after we changed the city after his doctor's recommendation. It was good advice as Arnav improved a lot once we settled into our new house." Anjali explained.
"You have told me this before Anjali and that's why I trusted your judgment. You have no idea how it would impact him had he known the reason behind her suicide." Khushi replied slowly. Seeing Anjali's wooden face Khushi guessed that something was off. "You haven't told me everything, have you?" Khushi asked narrowing her eyes at Anjali.
Anjali nodded feebly. "It's not that I didn't trust you Khushi but what happened with Arnav was so disturbing and so morbid that I didn't want that to influence your relationship with him," Anjali tried to explain, her chest heaving in uneven symphony.
"Please stop patronizing my relationship Anjali. You never liked me to be with Arnav, Anjali and I get it. Now don't go and try painting a different picture just yet," Khushi warranted shakily.
"No...it isn't so...okay," Anjali started to say, her voice quivering and chest heaving even more unnaturally than before. Organizing her thoughts, she started again. "My grandmother decided to visit us and since she was a bit scared to travel alone, my father and I went to her town to pick her up. It was two day round trip and my mother agreed to stay at home with Arnav. Arnav was a complete mama's boy. She had pampered him to the point that he needed mom's arm around him to fall asleep. Even in her death she played a cruel joke on all of us Khushi. Couple of hours after my father and I left home, my mother took a bottle of sleeping pills and slept in her room, hugging Arnav next to her. Arnav didn't know why mom wasn't waking up when he tried to. He was comfortable in mother's embrace and he spent two days like that. We don't know what he did for two days - no one knows about it. When we came back our neighbors helped us breaking the front door as mom didn't answer it." Anjali exhaled loudly and wiped her tears. Shyam sat next to her and squeezed her hands gently. She gently threaded her fingers with his and clasped them tightly. If she had to recount the worst memory of her life, then she needed all the support she could get.
"Do you know what the first thing that hit us Khushi was?" Anjali asked, smiling without humor.
"Was it the smell?" Khushi guessed.
Anjali nodded. "A stinky smell that stuck to everything in our house and I felt that I couldn't get that smell off me for several days. Even now there are nights when I wake up from middle of night with the smell fresh around me. It isn't something that goes away so easily Khushi. My grandmother held me from running behind my father but I twitched and twisted in her embrace and ran anyway. And then I wish I hadn't."
"What did you see?" Khushi was suddenly feeling drained of all the happiness she had felt in evening.
"Arnav was fast asleep in my mother's embrace. The smell was so horrible but it looked as if he hadn't even noticed. My father ran to him and snatched him from my dead mother after struggling for a bit. Rigor mortis had already set in. Arnav woke up when mother's body was brought out to take it to graveyard and he started screaming. I was scared and hurt about my mother's death, still wrapping my mind about the concept and there was Arnav who was so young but old enough to realize that his mother wouldn't be around anymore. He babbled incessantly for several minutes and then he stopped talking completely. It was almost two years after which we heard him speak again." Anjali's voice was sounding raspy and she felt her mouth dry as sandpaper. She wet her lips with her tongue several times to abate dryness.
"Why didn't you tell me before? God Anjali you are so difficult," Khushi spit out with venom in her voice. "You never trust me enough to give me complete information. Why didn't you tell me that Arnav was...so...broken and damaged?" She asked tiredly. Her throat was tight and a painful ache settled on the bridge of her nose as she breathed in and out loudly to dissipate the incessant pain in her chest. She wondered if she were to light a cigarette and drink whiskey, would that combination burn brighter and pain heavier than her heart.
"I wanted to tell you, so many times but...I could never bring myself to tell you what you deserved to know from Arnav himself. I honestly believed that he would have told you about all of his before but I was surprised when he hadn't. I told you as much as I could." Anjali rallied back.
"Please go away and allow me to wallow in my agony and betrayals Anjali. Please, I beg you," Khushi said defeated by carcass of what left of her trust in people. Maybe she was designed to be gullible. She had trusted people and in her weakest moment where she made one of the most stultifying mistake of her life to be able to lessen the debacle she left in wake. But it hadn't happened. Instead she was left with all the blame, betrayals, misery and the inadequacy her life had become.
"Khushi, life hasn't been difficult for anyone of us. Arnav and I have had our share of hellish life-"
"Please stop talking and glorifying torment of your family Anjali." Khushi snapped at the older woman.
"All I had to do was wake up in morning and face reality. I would already be in my own personal hell." Khushi said tiredly.
Shyam stopped Anjali when she was about to retort angrily at Khushi and simply shook his head. He knew that Khushi was hurting and so was Anjali and they were both correct on the grounds they stood in and the rules they chalked out. As a third party observer he couldn't bring himself to say that both had their fair share of bad decision and he hadn't done a thing to validate and explore them. He was probably as much condemned as a fallen demon and resigned to eternal damnation.
Her heart had endured delinquency in the past and had gone through so much wear and tear that it was cracked and dented in so many places. She didn't know how long could she last till it completely gave away and broke into so many pieces that it would be redeemed impossible to put it all together- not even with the best of the best crazy clue could keep it together.
"Let's go home." She heard Payal telling her from a mile away. She was caught in a whirlwind of diabolical efficacy which had scarred her and tainted everything she once cherished. Fate had been incredibly cruel to her to pick out worst case possibility every time when the path forked and finally it had brought her to a ledge where the inevitable choice was to fall.
"Khushi, let's go," Lavanya said loudly making Khushi snap out of her inner throe.
"Will you take me out for a drive?" Khushi asked looking hopefully and Lavanya. Lavanya looked at Payal and raised an eyebrow as if asking 'What the hell is going on now?' Payal shrugged and assent her approval.
Lavanya chewed her lip and looked at Khushi. She looked exhausted as if she had undergone an excruciatingly painful day. Knowing how Arnav, Anjali and Shyam were on to her for past couple of hers, maybe Khushi did deserve a break. "Sure, why not?" Lavanya said and cocked her head. Khushi sprung to her feet and followed Lavanya wordlessly.
"Where do you want to go?" Lavanya asked strapping seat belt across her chest. Payal mimicked her and turned to look at Khushi who was resting her arm on window sill and rested her chin on it. She had let her hair out of confinement that day and shuffled like chiffon in mild breeze.
"Anywhere La. Your choice," she responded from backseat. She could hear Payal and Lavanya discuss about possible routes while she watched the world outside wrapping itself up for the night. It had been a warm day with onset of summer heat just around the corner but the evening was unnaturally cool and a haze of rain flashed by her. No, it wasn't raining but she could almost smell the earthy smell and condensation in air. It was a memory, manifesting itself into reality and getting her confused with memories and reality.
"You were having quite a discussion with Arnav and Anjali tonight. Is everything okay?" Payal started with full defense. She had seen Arnav leave the orphanage in white anger as he had pushed and shoved people out of his way and had shook her hand violently when she had tried to stop him. She had never seen him this angry and she had shivered when she caught of glimpse of madness in his eyes.
"I told Arnav why I had to leave. He didn't take it quite well," Khushi said with eyes closed as the breeze tousled her hair and tickled her skin.
She gave them a rough summary of what she had told Arnav and carefully left behind anything Anjali had said. Maybe there was a good enough reason for Anjali not telling Arnav's issue previously and she didn't find it necessary to explain it all, not now at least.
Lavanya and Payal were quiet and didn't know what to make out of it.
"How did Arnav take it?" Lavanya asked. Payal glared at her and shook her head vigorously. 'Don't go there!'
Khushi didn't respond immediately. She waited till the incoming traffic lessened. "He was never angry with me in the last seven years you know? He was hurt, disappointed, miserable and even bitter but he was never angry, never...hateful towards me. But I saw both in his eyes today. Unlike love, the genesis of hate can be always pin pointed to the exact day, exact moment and the exact expression on face which contorts in a way where exposition is almost impossible." Khushi breathed in slowly feeling the pain of inhaling and exhaling as her lungs absorbed the pain from her heart. She could fall from the cliff and when hit the ground; her heart ache would be still more pronounced than her broken bones. Funny, how things worked.
Payal and Lavanya were too dumbstruck to say anything. They didn't know if there were to console her or offer their shoulder or just simply let it unfold on its own. When it came to Arnav and Khushi, any intervention complicated things further and the level of complexity they were currently dealing was something that rarely happened to people.
"The moment arrived when I uttered out loud why I believed he was angry. My words were like venomous rain drops, infecting him wherever the drops touched his body. He commanded his body to remain calm and still and facial expression stoic locking all the muscles in a specific time and space. But his eyes...his eyes burned crimson when I spoke of my half-baked decision and Anjali's lame excuses. When I had finished, an avalanche had come and hit him but he hadn't moved a millimeter from where he stood." Khushi exonerated her emotions impassively.
"Arnav doesn't exclaim angry words in anger. He is more of brooding type, incubating anger and cocooning it till eternity," Lavanya added gravely.
Khushi couldn't bring herself to respond to that. The image of him was getting blurrier because of her tears and bad lighting but as he walked away from her, his persona had become clearer. In that moment, her persona became clearer.
It was the moment of tragedy which she had foreseen but was hoping against hope that it wouldn't occur. But it had, like her everything else in her life generally took the worst case scenario path. She sincerely hoped that he hated her less than she hated herself. That would be enough to start her process of salvation. But for now, she knew exactly what they had been reduced to.
He was a Greek tragic hero and she was his hamartia.
Next Chapter: Chapter 24 - Dichotomy
Thanks everyone for liking and commenting last chapter. :=)
This is more of a retrospective piece with added continuity. I love writing Khushi in this FF mainly because her perception about smallest of the thing is exactly same as any other person but she goes further and adds another dimension to it. It is also perhaps, her major flaw.
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