The Consequneces Of Love Thread #2 Part 34 Updated 03/06/14 - Page 35

What happened Arnav?'

Di, she isn't okay I can hear her calling out to me. Something is wrong Di. Call her please find out if she is okay or not please. I can feel it.'

Chote, its all an illusion. I promise you that she must be fine don't worry. I only went down there to see her yesterday and she was fine.'

Di, your fine and my fine are two different things. You cant read into her heart or soul like I can. If anything happens to her I can feel it Di, in my heart, in my soul. Please just call her. For me please.'

Okay fine I will just for you'

Anjali went to grab her mobile, tears pooling around her eyes. How badly her brother was suffering without Khushi and how badly Khushi was suffering without him. They both loved each other so much yet for the sake of one another they were keeping away.

Dialling Khushi's number she turned her phone to loud speaker. The call rung out, so she redialled. Once again it rung out.

She is probably in the bathroom Chote and will call back soon. Please don't worry'

Don't worry. How can you even ask me not to worry about her Di? All I do is worry about her day and night. I cant help it Di. I love her. I love her like the way she deserves, like the way she has always dreamt of being loved. If only she was here to see it. If only she would let me love her like she has always wanted to be loved Di. If only. I cant go down there myself because I promised her that I would stay away but please go down there today for me. Please Di?'

Chote, don't beg me like this. Of course I will go down there for you. But don't you think its time for you tell her? She needs to know the extent of your love Chote. You are both incomplete without each other.'

No Di, not now. I will win her back the right way. I am not afraid anymore. My love for her is pure. Screw what the world says. I am not afraid anymore. I am willing to fight for my love. I am willing to take on the whole world for her. It was Khushi that told me that if your love for someone is pure then you can fight the whole world for that person and win. I am going to do that for her DI. I am going to bring her back her and give her the respect that she deserves. I am going to make her proud of me Di I will'

Anjali just stared at him rooted to the spot. What had become of her brother? This wasn't the same little boy she had grown up with. He had completely changed. He had become human again. His heart of ice had melted. He started to talk of feelings once more. Anjali knew that if there was anyone to thank for this then it was Khushi. Khushi had her brother from a rakshas into a human being again and for that she was eternally grateful. Stepping into her room she packed an overnight bag with her essentials and set off whilst praying that Khushi was indeed okay.

Once Anjali had left Arnav walked across the desolated towards his bedroom. Opening the door he walked into his shrine that had been dedicated to one person and one person only. Every empty space had a picture of her on it, every nook and cranny of the room.

Arnav walked to the middle of the room and sat on the floor. His eyes welled up looking at all the pictures of her. And once again that pricking feeling in his being eclipsed him once more. With every breath he took the pain intensified. He knew where it hurt now. It was in his heart. That's where the core of his ache was.

The heart well and truly was a very strange organ indeed. It was one each human being possessed. Science stated that it pumped blood and oxygen to every inch of your being which was the main thing that kept you alive. For the longest time of his life Arnav had believed this. But now that Khushi had happened to him, he realised that the functions of the heart were not as easily identified as science said it was. It was a much more complex that what science stated. It stored so much more than what science said it stored.

He realised that the heart of his that he had thought he had frozen so long hadn't even been in his possession to start off with. It had been in hers. Why else was it that they were so attuned to each other's pain? His heart was beating in her soul. What other logical explanation as to why he could recognise her heart beats even with this much distance between them?

There are some things in this word that can only be described with one word. Its not a word that has a lot of letters. It's a word that some people would scoff at when uttered by another, one whose existence would be questioned abundantly. Yet it was the only word that could describe love so beautifully and perfectly.

It was magic.

Love was the greatest ever created. As childish as it might seem this was one kind of magic which had to be felt in order to be believed. Arnav too had in his life scoffed at the mere thought of love and magic. But it was only when God had sent an angel to him disguised as a human being who had loved him unabashedly that he realised the existence of this magic. Because if love wasn't magic then what else could it be?

What other logical explanation as to why people did such abnormal things when this one emotion was concerned? The answer was a very simple one. Love doesn't come with logics. It was the one emotion in which man could be as illogical as they wished. Because love only listen to one voice and that voice was the voice in one's heart. And legend has always depicted that, that was the most illogical voice of all, one that gave no reason apart from one. The only reason being the person who that heart synced with in perfect harmony and finally felt completely intact with.

The ringing shrill of his phone bought him out of his thoughts. Picking up his phone and checking the caller ID he saw that it was Anjali. He didn't know why but he felt a sense of foreboding as he pressed the call accept button

Chote, its Khushi'...