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Part 2 : Blooming Lilacs

Khushi opened the door gently as possible and then leaned against it, closing her eyes. She felt the brisk steps even before the person reached near her. She'd had always been able to use her senses well, plus her mother had left no stone unturned to make sure she led a normal life. If there was one person she idealized in her life, it was her mother. After her father had walked out on them, Khushi had seen the difficult times her mother withered through but she had been strong enough to never let her troubles fall onto her daughter. Her daughter was her pride.

Amrita Singh stood there with flour smeared across her apron and some of it was even dusted across her face. It meant her mother was baking again, something she liked to do in her free time. Khushi also had a hunch; she knew what was flaking up nicely in the oven.

''Hi, beautiful.'' Amrita opened her arms and waited for Khushi to walk into them. Somehow Khushi never failed to surprise her. She leaned in and kissed her on both cheeks. '' I guess this means your solo was a success?''

Khushi nodded with a small grin imploring her lips. '' Mum, it was surreal. I felt like I was made of sound only. You know with each stroke I felt like I could hear myself playing.'' Khushi signed. But she also spoke the words out loud. Some of the words came out unevenly distorted and with a guttural accent.

Khushi rarely ever spoke due to her wrong enunciation and resorted to using sign language. Yes, she could speak but after being rejected by countless people when spoke it made her resent the voice she often craved to hear. Another reason was because Khushi chose not to speak, her pronunciation had no hope of improving over time. Over the years, music became her strongest voice. The voice that rose deep from her soul and managed to convey the deepest of inflictions with one note. Still at home, her mother had been rigid about wanting Khushi to speak. Amrita loved hearing her voice but Khushi granted that to the fact that she was her mother. Mothers loved their children. Unfortunately despite being a very confident person, Khushi never could compromise on this one notion.

Her mother beamed and placed her fingertips to her chin as she considered Khushi's response. It was a proud day for a mother when she could see the happiness of achieving a milestone in their children's eyes. Khushi's passion was sound. Ironic enough but it was the truth. Her daughter may not be able to hear but she could produce sounds that were vast and deep as the oceans. Her oceans, where she could with a touch provoke constant waves and lull them into a melancholic semblance.

Khushi looked around and walked into the living room. It was empty but organized as ever. Her mother was a neat freak who could not bear to see things out of place. Turning around to face Amrita because she could feel the footsteps behind her, Khushi furrowed her eyebrows and waved her pointer finger. She was asking where had she moved her stuff from here.

Amrita pointed towards the stairs and Khushi nodded. But, before she could leave, Amrita blocked her path. ''This is not your jacket?', her mother asked adding a stern glare. Khushi glanced down at the oversized black jacket and frowned. She mentally admonished herself for keeping Arnav's jacket with her. He probably thought she was thief now but he had been the one to offer it even after she declined. Looking back at her mother, Khushi answered, '' I had a hot date tonight after my solo'' .

Confused by Khushi's reply, Amrita wondered whether to take her seriously. Khushi was known for sarcastic replies. Khushi merely looked amused as she hurried up the spiral staircase.

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His face contorted unevenly as he stood before the large mirror trying to practice lip reading. It was a hopeless effort. For the past hour, Arnav had been trying to read his own lips in order to become familiar with some words. But when he had tried it out on Jai Prakash, the poor man thought his employer had gone mad. In fact Jai Prakash even went a step ahead and complained to Anjali about his absurd behavior.

It was an experience, this whole falling in love idea. Arnav Singh Raizada was a firm believer in things happening when they were meant to happen. He was not one to rush parts of his life because others expected something else from him. It was not practical nor sensible according to him.

''Arnav...'', the question in his sister's voice was left short when Arnav turned around to face her. Anjali stood near the door confused as ever. Her petite frame was leaning against the door and a steaming cup of coffee was grasped with both of her hands. '' Coffee?'', she asked finally deciding to walk into the room.

'' Jai Prakash has been acting weird don't you think?'', Arnav started as he moved away from the mirror and towards his sister. The queries lingered in her invasive eyes but that smile was alive as ever.

Anjali stopped shortly before Arnav and handed him the cup. She then placed her hand on his forehead murmuring to herself. '' I am fine, Di'', pushing her hand away, Arnav reassured her that he was indeed fine.

If there came a day when sisters stopped being so noisy, Arnav prayed it was today. Anjali didn't move away and kept on gawking at him. She waited. He waited. This was infamously Anjali Sharma's famous method when it came to getting her younger brother to admit something. She would persistently stare and Arnav would eventually give up the withheld information.

'' You know in the end you will end up telling me whatever you are keeping in that guarded heart of yours.''

'' My life is an open book...''

''...that only selective people get to read.'' Anjali completed for him. '' I know the routine but I am not moving an inch from here.''

''Not even when your husband comes to pick you up?'' He had here there, Anjali thought quietly. But it didn't matter. This was war and she was not going to wave the white flag so soon. Anjali shrugged '' That's not playing fair but I guess Aman will just have to stay here tonight.''

'' You wouldn't!''

''Oh but I would dearest brother. I indefinitely would.''

Holding the cup near his lips, Arnav contemplated her response. If he knew his sister as well he did, she meant what she said. Maybe telling her would not be a bad deal. In fact, he needed to share his feelings with someone. The churning emotions were slowly driving him insane. He wondered if this was what love felt like? In all honesty, Arnav still did not believe he had fallen in love. How could you possibly fall for someone just within a look? What he didn't know was the heart had its own rules. Rules that couldn't be debated or challenged because your heart had already forfeited itself.
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The secretary looked up at Khushi trying to gauge her intentions. It was very rare for Arnav Singh Raizada to have lady visitors unless they were clients. This one looked harmless but it was meek ones who did the most harm.

'' I am here to see Arnav Singh Raizada.'' her pronunciations of the words were flat out imperfect. Khushi spoke when it was the last option that she had. It was practical and stopped her mother from tailing along with her wherever she went. The secretary winced hearing her voice but didn't remark upon it. Khushi smiled a little and fixed the jacket over her arm. After a full hour long search, Khushi had been able to find out where Arnav Singh Raizada worked. Her mission for today was to return his jacket and also thank him for almost saving her life last night. Yes, Khushi was unnecessarily dramatic like that.

The lady who was handling the main desk turned back to Khushi with a forged smile and shook her head. '' I am sorry, he is not in at the moment. Could I take a message for you?''

Khushi politely rejected the offer and started for the door. She was almost near it when she bumped into someone.

''Can't you...'' Arnav's words were left in midair when he saw Khushi before him. He also saw the blooming sadness in her eyes. It tore at him to see her displeased expression. '' Khushi, what are you doing here?'' She held up his jacket to indicate that her intention for coming here.

''Are you okay?''

Slowly Khushi nodded and managed a smile. Although, it was not a smile that reached her eyes. '' Let's go inside. I have a little break before the meeting.''

Khushi followed him into his office and took a seat. Arnav noticed the jacket but didn't say anything. So, she had come all the way here to return his jacket. He had been thinking about her continuously despite his very best efforts not to. How could he just force his feelings onto someone? It would not be fair to either of them.

Pointing towards the paper on the table, Khushi grinned.

''Sadly, I am not that pro in reading lips yet. We will have to communicate via paper and pencil. The good old days.''

Khushi laughed out loud and Arnav was lost in a trance just for a moment. Her laugh was the most wonderful thing he had ever heard. It was infectious enough to make him smile also.

'' Nothing can beat paper and pencil. The first instruments I ever touched.'' Khushi wrote onto the paper using his desk for support. Arnav tried to read her lips because despite using sign language, Khushi was mimicking the words through her lips.

Khushi noticed his constant gaze on her lips and blushed a little. She had no way of knowing that the man before her was trying to read her lips so he could understand her better. She had no way of knowing how much her music had affected him. She had no way of knowing how disheveled he felt in front of her. Nope, she did not know any of this. Her heart was oblivious to the misgivings of his own.

'' When did the violin come in?''

'' Before the flute and after the drums. I guess the violin and I were meant to be. We just get along with each other.''

'' You really love it, don't you?''

'' I do. You know sometimes when I play a piece, I feel as if I have heard it before. It's a beautiful feeling. Its this distant sound that fluctuates within. ''

Her expression depicted pure bliss and her satisfaction. Arnav, once again felt like the world's biggest jerk for his attitude yesterday. He could not actually believe he felt sorry for her. There was a flare of gratification in her eyes, they told her story very well.

'' I had been hoping I would meet with you again.''

Something close to happiness soared inside Khushi. '' Well, I guess today is your lucky day.'' Holding up his jacket, she extended her arm towards him, '' I am sorry I forgot to return this. It was very kind of you to lend it to me. Thank you.''

'' You came all the way here to return this jacket?'', Arnav questioned. He knew, he was probing for more from her but it could not hurt to try.

Khushi ominously shook her head and wrote, '' I also came to meet you. I half - expected you to run out again...''

'' I would be a fool to walk out on you again.''

'' True but it's not very easy to get along with deaf people.''

'' I can be really persistent.''

Rolling her eyes knowingly, Khushi grinned, '' That must be the enigmatic charm of yours.''

'' It must be. Can I ask you something?'' He put the jacket aside and looked at her. Khushi momentarily seemed wary but then nodded. '' Why don't you speak?''

When he saw the blank expression overtake her soft features, Arnav felt as if he had said something wrong. To rectify himself, he waved his hand, '' I think that came out wrong. I didn't mean it to sound as obnoxious as it did. I just mean that you spoke with Mr. Malik at first but then stopped ''

There was a felt an inexplicable chill in the room, but it was far from uncomfortable. How could she tell him that his horrified expression when she spoke had plagued her good sense. When Arnav had cringed hearing her voice, Khushi once again felt the backlash of what she lacked in her life. She eventually scribbled something onto the paper, '' I like using sign language more. Plus, sometimes words are not enough. ''

'' And, sometimes they are everything. I heard you speak the other day. I was wondering why don't you speak?''

''I have to go'', Khushi got up and picked up her purse from the table. Arnav also stood up feeling he had done a grave wrong. '' Khushi, I didn't mean it like that... I am sorry''. Since Khushi's back was to him, she was not able to see him. His words had gone unsaid for her.

Before Khushi could open the door, Arnav came in front of her. '' Are you angry?''

Shaking her head, Khushi responded the easiest way she could for him. Arnav didn't believe her but still moved out of the way.

''Will I ever see you again?''

Khushi only shrugged and opened the door.

''But, I want to see you again.''

Khushi looked up genuinely flummoxed by his response. He ran his hand through his hair to showcase his unease. It was very strange for Khushi to see him a little flustered. In fact, nerves were there also. Why would someone like Arnav be nervous around her?
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Late spring evenings often made Khushi all warm and tingly from inside. But this was a special night. Her third meeting with Arnav had left a pleasant feeling upon her heart. It called for a separate celebration of its own. Arnav Singh Raizada. The name was etched upon her thoughts now. She was not able to drive him out of her mind despite her innumerable efforts.

Khushi smiled when she saw the curtains lazily dancing a fine tune due to the wind. Inspired by the indulgent lull of the wind, she opened her violin case. Every night almost during the same time, Khushi chose to practice her violin. The instrument was her solace. It provided her with the amity that sometimes was hard for her to find. Because she could not hear, Khushi had been often alone in her own little world.

Taking out her violin, she placed it in the normal resting position. Resting the bow against the strings, Khushi played a beautiful sonatina. Though music sheets rested on the stand in front of her, she rarely ever needed them. Her hands knew where to go and which note came before the last one. Every so often Khushi could almost visualize how it would sound. And, it was the most terrifying sound she had ever heard. Terrifying because it spilled the secrets of her heart.

Strumming an eloquent rhythm with the strings, Khushi found herself being swept into a sensational but dreadful leap. Her hands trembled as she felt the vibrations beneath her fingertips. The melodic pitch was high enough to spark a rage within the heart and low enough to whisper to the wind. It was a almost out of this world experience. Little by little, she brought the bow to a standstill simmering along the marvelous silence.

Her eyes were filled with a wetness as tears spilled onto her cheeks. Khushi stared at the full moon and smiled gloriously. Her mother often told her that God had not granted her with hearing because she was among his favorites. She had secluded world all to herself. A world that only belonged to her. Khushi truly loved her escape to her own little paradise. It was filled with the most generous hearts and the most beautiful lilacs. If she tried very hard, Khushi could smell the divine scent of those flowers right now also.

If Khushi had been facing away from the window, she wouldn't have heard the light tapping sound against the window. Fortunately for whoever was below, Khushi saw the small rock smash against the window and then fall away. Fascinated, she walked towards the window astonished to find Arnav waving at her. Quickly opening the door, Khushi stepped out on the balcony. Her arms flew up in a gesture that meant to ask what he was doing here. Behind him the setting sun glistened gravely seeping into hues of blue and orange.

Arnav raised his right hand and pointed it towards her. Then he placed his right hand against his left hand rubbing it against each other. Forming a twist with his middle and pointer finger he pressed it against his left hand. And, lastly with his right hand he formed a fist and then slowly opened his hand as it ran in a circular motion across his face.

Khushi could not believe her eyes. Arnav Singh Raizada had just said she was beautiful in sign language.

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Thank you for such an awesome response. I know some requested to turn it into a ff but I don't know if that's possible. I can however add a few more parts to it. I am seriously awed by the response. Thank you so much.

Last Part : Their beginning

Khushi twirled frivolously spilling onto the bed. Her eyes drifted closed with a satisfying quirk playing on her lips. For a moment, she could only think of him. Nothing else. Happiness speared inside her. It was hard to accept that someone like Arnav Singh Raizada had taken an interest in her and not only that, he had gone ahead and learned the intricacies of sign language just for her. No, she was not selling herself short, Khushi knew what she was capable of. But it still surprised her that he had landed up at her doorsteps. He seemed like he was ready to offer her the world, which often seem too far from her reach.

Somewhere in her mind, Khushi fought hard and tried to justify her own reaction. It was times like these that told her, a leap of faith was required after all. The pieces of her heart jarred together as if they had been waiting for this one moment all her life. Everything was coming together with a sweet tenderness that even her own heart recapitulated. But, Khushi had learnt to live for the moment, because life was a gift that was meant to be cherished. Never put off something for tomorrow, which you could do today. She would relish in the joy that was compounding her heart.

Her phone vibrated at her bedside drawing Khushi back from her flourishing thoughts. Someone had left her a message, it was from an unidentified number. Hesitantly, she clicked on it and read the text.

'' In case, you didn't clearly catch my words, I said you are beautiful. ''

With a crimson blush, Khushi smiled unwillingly. It was Arnav. She didn't want to be charmed by his words, but he had a fleeting aura about him. It was impossible to stay detached. Picking up her cell phone yet again, she started to type into the small keyboard.

'' I must say you are a fast learner. ''

'' I had a good teacher. Myself. ''

'' Why did you learn sign language? ''

'' Are you fishing for a compliment here? ''

'' I might be. Depends on your answer entirely. ''

'' Yes, I did learn sign language for you. I wanted to understand the one language, you keep so close to your heart. ''

'' What did you find out? I am eager to know to what you concluded? ''

'' My conclusion is...I want to know more about you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, Khushi. It's like you said, sometimes you play the violin and feel as if you could actually hear yourself playing it. I close my eyes and feel as if you are near me. When I open my eyes, you vanish. ''

Enthralled by his answer, Khushi fumbled around a coherent reply. She had not expected him to give away his feelings so fast. From what she knew of him, he preferred keeping his feelings to himself. Unsure of what to say, Khushi decided to divert the course of the discussion.

'' You have a minute left before I have to start practicing my sheet. I'd advise you to use it carefully. ''

'' What kind of flowers do you like? ''

'' Lilacs. I hope you are not planning on sending me flowers. ''

'' Such vanity. Miss Sharma, what am I going to do with you? I am hoping lilacs will convince you into spending a day with me. ''

'' I refuse to be enchanted by flowers. ''

'' That remains to be seen. Good night. ''

Good night ? Did he really think after their conversation, she could sleep in peace? Khushi didn't know how to feel about the budding closeness but she also felt like she was on cloud nine. Her feet refused to touch the ground and she wanted to wander as she pleased. The overwhelming feelings within her were enough to keep her adrift as long as she pleased. And, she wanted to stay there for now until she had to be sensible again. Until, she had to think before she acted. Where she couldn't just leap into his arms, even if, that was what she truly wanted. It was impractical, she knew. But, how could she tell her heart the same? She simply couldn't.

The knock on the door interrupted Khushi's thought. Even though she could not hear the sound, the soft thumping against the door could be felt by her. She wistfully got up and walked towards the door. On opening it, she found Amrita leaning against the frame holding something in her hand. Stepping aside, Khushi let her mother inside. Her eyes trained on the small box she held in her hands. She idly wondered what lay in the box. Who was it from? It was suddenly like birthday mornings all over again. Khushi felt a similar rush on her birthday, when she would run down the stairs and into the kitchen, where her mother would be waiting for her with her favorite truffle cake and presents sitting on the dinning table.

Amrita stopped near the bed and spun around to face her daughter. She carefully looked at the box as if contemplating it just for a moment. Then she looked up and smirked. '' This was waiting for you on the porch. ''

Khushi looked at the rectangular box and then shifted her gaze to her mother innocently. '' I don't know anything about it. I swear. ''

'' I think the hot guy you went on a date with came looking for you. ''

Khushi chuckled and shook her head. '' I sincerely doubt that. I just spoke with him. ''

''Then why don't you open this and let's find out who it is from. ''

Warily, Khushi took the small box from her mother and assessed it. She shook it to gauge what lay inside, but there was no sound at all. The weight was barely audible, which meant it had to be something light.

'' Open it Khushi. '' Her mother encouraged as she took a seat on the bed. The anticipation twinkling in his eyes. But, it was that indolent smile which told Khushi, her mother was relishing the view before her. Khushi was squirming underneath her gaze. '' If you want to me leave...'' Amrita began only to be interrupted by her daughter,

''No. No, stay. I will open it. '' Khushi was careful enough to not rip the soft lavender wrapping. It was a habit. Her top left dresser drawer was filled with gift wrappings that she had collected over the course of twenty - two year. She took her own time to lay aside the paper and then opened the top of the box. Pushing aside the soft paper inside, she reached inside. It was a small figurine holding a butterfly. Khushi smiled and looked at her mother. '' He sent me a butterfly? ''

''Butterfly? '' Amrita repeated at the same time. '' What kind of a man sends a woman a butterfly? ''

'' The one who understands I won't be charmed by flowers. '' Khushi replied dazzled by glass molding that delicately lay in her palm. Her eyes refused to waver away from the fragile piece, because she could feel herself fall a little deeper for him.

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It had been two months almost since Arnav and Khushi had started to exchange text messages. It was rare that they met face to face. But there was times, when Khushi would visit his office, or he would visit her at the theater. Their friendship was continually blossoming and unfurling into the depths of love.

Every night before Khushi went to sleep, she would take her fill of the butterfly getting ready to flee from the little girl's finger . The butterfly would always remind her that even if she soared, there was no need to be afraid. The belief that there was someone out there who would do anything to make sure she'd never land flat on her face made her smile in glee.

There was much she had learned about Arnav Singh Raizada over the passing weeks. Like for example, he was a recluse, but his heart was rich with kindness. He had a habit of always being cautious, but he was also fair minded. When he cared about someone, he always made sure to remind them about it every day. His family, especially his sister meant a lot to him. And, then there were the small things such as his love of black coffee and his obsession with his work. His impatience and his obsessiveness with being on time. Khushi happened to pick up on her own. She made sure to remember such details because they made up the man he was. Just as he remembered, what made her who she was.

Arnav in his own way had managed to make a place in her heart. She liked him. She liked talking to him. She loved listening to him. There was not a moment, when she did not think about him. Strangely, it didn't bother her as much as she thought it would. Yes, things might have been moving too fast, but she refused to let her own fears sidetrack what she really wanted. She wanted him in her life. Maybe even needed him.

Checking herself in the mirror once again, Khushi grimaced. She was wearing a peach colored sundress matched with her favorite pair of beige sandals that had a little butterfly at the top. It was not a date, she repeated. They were just getting together for dinner. Just dinner. But, even as Khushi repeated the words, she knew it was a obtuse lie. She herself had declared it as their first date to her own mother.

The doorbell rang and Khushi took another look at herself. She looked acceptable, in fact she looked beautiful. Her hands swiped across the small creases and she headed for the door after grabbing her purse from the door. Upon reaching the hallway that led to the front door, Khushi found her mother laughing along with Arnav. She found the sight absolutely endearing. The fact that her mother liked Arnav, it relieved half of her worries. When neither of them noticed her, Khushi cleared her throat forcing them to become aware of her presence.

A smile played on her supple lips as she took in the bouquet of lilacs. Khushi pointed towards the flowers and then touched her shoulder. But, Arnav shook his head and extended the lilacs towards Amrita. Her mother was just as astonished as her. She winked at Khushi and gave her a nod.

'' You said, you didn't want flowers. '' Arnav said, offering a small explanation.

Khushi wilted her shoulders and tried for a miserable expression, but it didn't seem to work with him. Arnav joined at her side and shrugged, '' Fair is fair. I asked you before hand. '' She stomped her foot and headed for the door.

'' She doesn't really want the flowers. '' Her mother said.

'' I know. '' Arnav smiled and bid Amrita a cordial goodbye before following Khushi. She was already seated inside the black Lexus. Her arms were crossed over her chest and an adorable pout adorned her lips. There was an overwhelming urge to kiss away that stringy fervor upon those lips.

Joining her at the front, Arnav took his place at the driver seat. He smiled and took her hand into his own. Khushi looked up out of habit, not because she wanted to. '' You didn't really want the flowers, did you sweetheart?''

'' Don't you sweetheart me!'' She mouthed angrily.

'' Okay, how about honey? I don't know we could even try honey - sweetheart ?''

Khushi couldn't stop the small smile that started to find its way to her lips. She was not really angry with him, how could she reprimand him for being a thoughtful person? She couldn't.

'' I think, I see a smile. '' Arnav probed while tracing his thumb along her cheek softly. Khushi inhaled deeply and looked up at him. '' You're not nervous are you? '' He questioned.

Mouthing a '' No'', she turned away to face the window. For the rest of the drive towards their destination, they sat alongside each other in complete silence. With the dusk illuminating the path drawing out before them. But, even the silent had an eloquent language of its own. They weren't speaking but there was still a lot being said. Their heart beats conveyed what words could not garner the courage to spell out.

When the car pulled up the curb, Khushi was surprised to find herself at the beach. She looked towards Arnav and he merely shrugged in response. Walking out of the car, he came over to her side and helped open the door for her. Stepping out of the car, Khushi let her hand slip into his as he lead the way. She pondered over why he had chosen to bring her to the beach on their first date. Technically, it wasn't a date. But, she could still be happy about being here alone with him, in fact she was thrilled. She loved going to the beach. It often provided her with the solace and comfort that she could not find anywhere else. The waves were reminiscent of her mother's warmth, they always welcomed her whenever she came by.

The sky had started to turn into a dusky orange that was being infiltrated by many bright shades of ; blue, red, white and purple. If you stood still for a moment, you could see the sky envelop the fading sun into its own embrace as if welcoming it back. Similar to a mother embracing her child. One could not afford to miss this illusion. It was not often you found yourself lapped with such a warmth.

Khushi wanted to tell him, how beautiful of a sight it was, but she didn't know how to. There was no way she could convey her own feelings without revealing her own flaws. There was not much in life where Khushi felt inadequate, but right now standing beside him, she found herself lacking in comparison to him. She was incomplete. Her shortcomings would never accepted because this wasn't the ideal world, it was reality at its peak. You could hope for a fairy tale, but very rare did you find yourself midst one.

'' It's beautiful, isn't it? '' Arnav asked peering into Khushi's eyes. He saw sadness flickering beneath her eyelashes and felt his own heart tightened. In that moment he would have done anything to make her smile. '' Hey, what's wrong? '' When a tear rolled down her rosy cheeks, Arnav caught the tear before it fell. '' Khushi, I am sorry. I thought you would like coming to the beach. We can leave, if you don't like it? ''

How could she explain, what she truly felt. Taking his hand, Khushi placed it near her heart and rested her own hand upon it. She hoped he would understand, what she was trying to tell him. Her lips parted and she sighed. Out of strict habit, she signed '' You don't understand.'' Khushi saw the confusion overtake the sincerity on Arnav's face and once again felt herself lessen standing before him.

Arnav placed his index finger underneath her chin and lifted her face up. Those round orbs brimming with tears made him ache. Gently, he wiped away the tears and held her face against his palms. Timidly, he let his forehead collide against hers. '' I don't think I have ever understood anything more clearly. '' He whispered.

Simultaneously, they broke apart. Arnav slipped his hand into hand grasping it firmly. Leading her down the broken path, they both moved towards the shoreline. With the sunset barely audible, and the diligent waves crashing against the jagged rocks; they finally stepped onto the wet sand. Khushi in pure glee, stopped. When Arnav looked at her puzzled, she took off her sandals as a way of explanation. She loved walking around the shoreline barefoot while watching the sunset. The beauty of such a wondrous sight would always leave her spellbound. During childhood, she would often come to the beach with her mother and practice her violin here. This was another home.

They had only walked a short distance when they both saw a brazen piano sitting in the middle of nowhere. There was no one on sight which would reveal whom it belonged to. Mildly curious, Khushi turned around to face the man who seemed to be smirking. She then pointed towards the instrument and raised her shoulders. The mannerisms of the implied question were etched in a way so that anyone could understand it easily.

When Arnav didn't bother to reply to her, she felt her anxiety rise. Even more so, when he stopped near the large piano and took a seat on the small bench. He held out his hand, waiting for her to accept it.

'' You want to play the piano on the beach?'' Confused, Khushi leaned against the sturdy wooden foundation. '' You want me to play something for you on our first date?'' Once again, she made sure, her questions were understood by him as she used different methods and things to derive her words from.

'' Date?'' The incredulous expression that made its way to Arnav 's face left her blushing. Holding out his hand still, he motioned for her to take it. Reluctantly, Khushi joined him on the small bench. She gasped when he nudged her and then pulled her into a friendly hug.

Hands entwined, they both touched the ivory white keys together. The coolness and silky texture brought a sense of closeness. For a while, they played around with different notes, producing array of colorful sounds, which if heard by the naked ear would sound awful. However, Arnav knew for that one smile which reached her eyes, he could withstand the most atrocious sound even. He was simply taken by the grim enchantment that danced in her eyes. She looked so much like a child, who was so taken by their new toy.

Khushi saw him staring and helplessly stopped. She raised her brow and moved her hand away from his. But, Arnav didn't allow her to break the silent contact they had made. He held on more tightly to convey, he was no where ready to let go.

'' NO!'' Khushi said, her voice finally making itself evident before him. She hadn't realized what she had said until the words had been released like an oath from her lips. Trembling, she looked away with fury in her eyes.

'' Yes, Khushi! ''

Khushi shook her head and got up from the finely furnished seat. She trailed towards the water and stood there feeling the small waves wash away against her feet. Her eyelids began to flutter shut as her own tears began to take hold of her conscious. Pair of strong arms embraced her from behind and then ever so slowly forced her to turn around. He compelled her to look up because he needed to see what lay in her eyes.

'' Khushi...''

Ever since she had been a child, Khushi had a stubborn streak to her. Especially when she set her mind to something, she rarely ever let go of her stand. Similarly, her mind had put up warning signals telling her to back away or she would only end up getting hurt. She continually shook her head and didn't make an effort to look up. It was only when she saw Arnav go down onto the sand, she would forced to acknowledged what was about to take place. Khushi didn't know if this prospect excited her or terrified her.

She covered his lips with her hands and tried to discourage him. Arnav smiled and pushed away her hand. It was obvious why she was stopping him but honestly he could care less about her deafness. Surely, it was a part of her, but not the whole her. There was so much more to the woman standing before him. Within her she had the power with one look to cut him at the knees and leave him grappling while trying to find some balance.

When he started to speak, Khushi no choice but to focus on his lips. '' You know when I first saw you, I was completely taken by you. I had never felt like that before. I was besotted and while it might sound overrated; love at first sight happened. But, it wasn't until I heard you speak the night of your performance, which brought forward a jarring contrast of your reality. That night I gave you a lift home, I knew right then you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life. I don't know how to explain it, I just knew. A bond had been formed. You were beautiful. Not in the you have breath-taking eyes way, rather that it was the small things that captivated me right from the first moment. Your smile for example, it completely derails my thoughts that I forget what I am thinking about. Or, how you leave little notes all over your practice room that it is impossible not to know what your thinking. Sometimes, when I tease you, your nose turns pink.You are always murmuring to yourself. Your music evokes a sense of belonging that you could not find anywhere else. You are always ready to over look other peoples flaws. Your heart is so vast and kind; I never have to hide who I am from you. Your eyes always tell the state of your heart. Even when we are sitting in silence, I can hear your heart beat. It always tell me to stay close. And, I want that. I want to stay close. I never want to let you go. ''

He was offering her the world and she couldn't be selfish enough to push it away. Even if she tried to tell herself otherwise, Khushi could not compress her feelings for him. For they had become the core of her existence. If there was someone who could ever understand her silence, it was him. He heard what she could say not out loud or rather was afraid to say.

Khushi fell onto the sand beside him, and laced her hand within his. Taking it she placed it near her heart and bowed in front of him. '' Why is it that my heart is more honest with you than me?. '' She said, after a long silence.

He first thought, it was his imagination. But, when he looked up, Khushi was gesturing him to say something. Arnav could not believe she had spoken out loud. In all the time they had spent together, Khushi had never said a word. He knew it was entirely his fault because he had shunned her when she had spoken. But, to hear her voice know, even the low hoarseness of it faded behind the utter fact that she had trusted him enough to speak in front of him. The prior absurdness had become fazed due to her blunt approach. She was allowing him to see the part of her which she often hid from others. '' What did you say? Please say it again. ''

'' I love you, Arnav. ''

It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard. No other experience in his life could match up to this one moment that was being transpired between the two. There was no other way to describe it. He was at a loss of words. The same words that were always on the tip of his tongue no longer held him captive, he was instead taken by the one sitting before him. His Khushi. The impeccable faith she was placing him overwhelmed him. He had never expected her to confess and give away her heart into his possession this easily. Miracles were rare but that did not mean one should stop believing in the possibility of one. '' Just like that?'' Arnav asked, through a meek smile.

'' Just like that. '' Khushi repeated.

The wind howled and played around with her chignon as few strands came lose and curtained her vibrant face. Khushi nodded enthused and closed the distance between them crossing over. '' My mother made the mistake of marrying someone who could never love her for who she was, she told me that if I ever fell in love, I should make sure he had a heart which was strong enough to bear the weight of mines also. You don't just have your heart now, you have mines also. Be careful with it.''

'' Khushi, I would never want to change you. You are perfect as you are. I am not just saying this. I believe it also. Today, when I thought about telling you about my feelings, I was extremely nervous. I felt like the very purpose of my life is to be with you. If you had refused to accept me, I don't know what I would have done. Actually I know what I would have done. I would have turned the world upside down, until you finally accepted me. '' His expression held no apology as the two continued to stare at each other

'' Big talk, Mr. Raizada! When are you planning to back up your words? ''

Brushing his knuckles against her crimson cheeks, Arnav chuckled. He snatched her up and hauled her against his chest. His breath was hot against her neck, leaving shivers in its trail. Khushi inhaled deeply and closed her eyes.

'' Open your eyes. '' He said. This time around Khushi didn't have to read his lips to know what had been said, her eyes voluntarily flicked open. She blushed profusely but didn't make the effort to hide it either. '' I want to see everything you feel, when I kiss you for the first time. '' Arnav's voice was low and raspy, while his lips brushed against her cheeks. She felt the scorching heat pool deep within her gut.

Khushi gave him a nervous smile as she braced herself for what was to come. It was not like this was her first kiss but it was her first kiss with the man she loved.

His hand cradled her head, and his fingers wove into her silky hair. Gently as ever, Arnav meshed his lips to Khushi's. Together they led and ventured onto depths that was painstakingly hidden beneath the layers they both wore to protect their fragile hearts. The obscure lines that devastated them were now stirring the most liveliest emotions of all. Those emotions were proclaiming their simple love story, that was a fairy tale in the making.

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I had to write a last part because I think by now I have received at least 30 pms inquiring about this part. I promised so many people I would re-write the last part. I wanted to do better but I did the best I could. I am sorry if it's not up to par with the other parts.

This is dedicated to Melonie. I know you have been patiently waiting for the last part.

Enjoy. Would love to know your thoughts. I loved writing this story. In the future, if I get a chance, I might start a proper story dealing with a physical disability. But to end on a positive note, like my friend says, disable people aren't disable, they are just able in another way.

Take care

Res

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So this is what you meant when you were telling me that this is totally different from anything you've ever written! I had never expected anything like this.

So there's Arnav, the business man who has no time for love or marriage. But after seeing a beautiful Khushi, with her beautiful violin and lovely sound, something has changed within him. Your words are seriously aesthetic Shiz, this was lovely.

I can relate to this for two reasons, making me love this even more! I played the violin and cello as a kid, and your writing brought all of that back. The way you described her taking her seat, the way she held her bow and kept the pace and melody! You wrote it so well, blending her emotions in with it all.

Arnav's reaction to Khushi's sound is so perfect, and so sensible. Shock, as he was not expecting that! Honestly, neither was I. He even walked out on her, leaving her confused and wondering. That part was so natural. And what i loved the most was that he apologized for it later. This to me, showed how you kept some parts of the original Arnav from the show. My aunt (mothers sister) is both deaf and mute, so ever since I was a child I had to learn how to naturally communicate with her. The art of sign language is so unique and special, I'm glad you included such a beautiful aspect of some people's lives in your writing piece.

Lastly, the emotion of pity. Khushi's feelings about pity are penned down perfectly. Why should he feel pity, when she does not? I loved that line.

Ok done with my rant sorry 😆 I could honestly go on and on with this! And it's only the first part. I'm so excited for the next 😊

Amazing job as usual! <3

This is a very cute story! I love it!! The concept is new and very interesting!!! I can't wait to read more!!

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When i started reading this i had no idea i'd love it this much! this was an amazing OS! i just cant wait to read more...!!!
U've done a great job in explaining and it made perfect sense to me... the concept was very innovative...
Thankyou for this awesome OS!

beautiful..
many thanks to your friend, who took the time to inspire you :D

Hi,

I love it already. The fact that you've incorporated sign language makes me even more happy.