ArHi (TS) - Khushi..Part 2 PG 5!!! *COMPLETED* - Page 3

22^nd August 2013 - India

Remember moi...?

You know the famous potato shaped Khushi Singhania?

Yeah well it's been 7 years since that terrible day...but these 7 years have changed me both physically and mentally. These 7 years back home in London has made me realize that I'm destined for greater things and taking that into account, I'm no longer the nave, die-hard romantic, chubby girl any more.

I'm now 24 years old, a travel blogger and photographer and currently single.

Of course I still LOVE food but I've just chosen to change my diet and now I've successfully replaced cheeseburgers and Coke to Garden Salads and Orange Juice...It was self fulfilling and kept me going and that's all I needed.

You may wonder why I'm back home...?

Well you see, I never really wanted to leave but I had to...well for a few days of course!

It's actually my sister Jenny and her long term boyfriend Armaan's wedding and the entire population of Delhi has been invited... *Facepalm* And people ask me why I don't want a stereotypical big fat Indian wedding...

If you didn't hear me right, I'll repeat myself...I said that the WHOLE FRIGGIN' POPULATION OF DELHI WAS INVITED. Oh Shit.Crap.Crap...

Would that mean Arnav Singh Raizada would be coming for the wedding as well...?

Yes. It did mean that.

Well, while I stood hyperventilating over this situation, my grandmother and her supposed 'best friends' have already started hooking me up with random strangers who according to them were handsome, successful, bachelors.

Yes. You heard me right.

To be honest, they're probably all 65 year old pedophiles who opted for plastic surgery as they couldn't find no one who release their frustration with.

What da hell have I gotten myself into...?

#indianweddings.

So I sit myself down on the couch beside the window and grab my cup of coffee. Yeah yeah...I drink Coffee nowadays. Whatever.

Anyways, I was saying...I'm no longer the same person any more...In fact I love myself the way I am now but I'm terrified to meet all my old class mates from college...What would they think of me?

Would they even recognize me now...?

Considering the fact that I spontaneously combusted 7 years back?

(NPOV)

Well One thing Khushi didn't realize was the fact that she shouldn't have to think about what other people consider of her...She shouldn't worry about judgmental, insecure, pathetic idiots who only criticize others because they're depressed with their own lives.

(Arnav's POV)

I walked in hand in hand with Sheetal beside me...and you must be aware of the fact of how much I hate her...

Yes..I hate her...so much.

She is single handedly the most clingy person I have ever encountered in these 25 years of my life.

Even after we broke up a good two years back, she still doesn't seem to just let go and move on with her life.

Anyways back to the point.

So I absolutely detest weddings...they irritate the crap outta me!

Well on one side, My mother is busy cooking up 'rishta's' for her well to do, single son because she thinks that after 27 years of age, a man should not stay single.

I think somewhere along the lines, she thinks I'm gay.

I'm not even allowed to have male friends other than my P.A/Manager Aman because I'm Single and Sober...

#Mothersatindianweddings

I'm sort of nervous...I honestly don't know why but I just am..

You know that gut instinct when it's telling you that something big is about to happen but you don't know whether it's good or bad? Yeah that's churning in my stomach right now and I'm not feeling to good about it...

I broke out of my trance as one of my friends tell me something.

Oh crap. Did I just hear him right?

Shit.

We were in Khushi Singhania's house.

The Potato shaped Cartoon...the one we made so much fun of and then suddenly she disappeared one day and we found out that she left to London.

I completely forgot that Jenny was her sister!

I bit my lip in shame as I remembered the amount of fun we made of her...She never once cried.

I smiled as I remembered her famous clumsiness...she was truly a complete cartoon character but of course a cute one.

What the hell am I thinking...??

She's Khushi Singhania for crying out loud! I can't crush on her!

I turned around as Sheetal was telling me something when I suddenly felt a breeze of air passing my direction.

Just then a collective gasp engulfs the atmosphere and I followed Sheetal's shocked gaze.

What I saw completely and outrageously blew my mind...

There she was. Looking like a beautiful angel who had just descended from the high ranks of heaven.

Where dafuq did that cheesy dialogue pop into my brain?

Anyways back-to-staring-at-the-mysterious-angel-on-top-of-the-stairs.

She was so beautiful...her long, chestnut brown hair pinned to the side as the perfect highlighted waves rested at the ends. Her large doe shaped eyes lined with the perfect black kohl. She blinking furiously as she tried to adjust to the glaring lights. Her full lips covered elegantly with a raw, ripe shade of red. Her high, aristocratic cheekbones which was complemented with a light natural blush.

Her perfect hour glass figure shaped with the perfect curves at all the right places.

She was truly a stunner...but who was she?

She wore the most perfect white lehenga which contrasted perfectly to her bright make up. Her alabaster skin glowing effectively as it responded to the lights shining in her direction.

She was almost mystical.

She wasn't sexy or hot.

She was simply the most beautiful girl I had ever laid my eyes on.

And then as if hearing my compliments, her honey brown irises turned towards my direction, staring intently at me.

Her pupils dilated and I saw a fair amount of shock registering on her beautiful face. She was absorbed into another world as we finally locked our eyes.

Then suddenly someone held her arm, breaking off her trance as she turned to smile at the woman beside her.

I looked over at my friends shocked faces and silently chuckled.

Just then I heard something which was so shocking that I had to hear it again.

Shit.

That was Khushi Singhania.

The girl who weighed 65Kg's.

The girl who we made constant fun of.

The girl who we thought disappeared.

The girl who was currently standing across us looking like she just stepped out of a movie.

That was impossible.

What exactly had changed in these 7 years...?

Her mother, as I recognized grabbed her arm and suddenly dragged her over to where we were standing.

I noticed the strange expression which embraced her face...almost as if she was scared of us.

As she passed us, I could literally smell her pleasant aroma...it was almost intoxicating.

And then almost as if fate intertwined, her dupatta got caught to the wrist of my coat due to the heavy wind that she brought with her.

She turned around just then and I noticed how she looked even more beautiful up close.

I looked at Sheetal who seemed to be burning in envy as she glanced at Khushi who clearly was completely oblivious to her surroundings.

Khushi proceeded to look at all of us, for a moment I thought she'd turn and walk away but she surprised me completely by smiling ever so warmly at each of us.

Just then I knew that we all deeply regretted every single thing we did to her because despite that, she still stood confidently in front of us and smiled.

She came closer and said "Hello guys...It's been so long, how are you...?"

I was aware of the fact that none of us had the guts to reply back so I came in front, smiled warmly and said "Hi Khushi...we're all good but how are you? And you've completely changed..."

She laughed just then.

She laughed.

I've never ever seen her laugh before.

She had the most beautiful laugh ever.

The most carefree, cheerful one.

She smiled at me, her brown eyes twinkling with happiness and she said "Well, I guess we've all changed Arnav..."

She smiled one last time and walked away, waving at us...

I couldn't just let her go...not after everything I did.

So I followed her.

As I was walking, I lost sight of her. I looked around but was unsuccessful...Where did she go...?

As if understanding my plight, my feet just drew me towards the balcony outside the large house.

As I slowly walked closer, I heard sniffling sounds emerging from outside.

Fearing the worst, I ran out only to see her.

Khushi.

She was sitting beside the pond, clutching her knees as moist tears glided down her pink cheeks.

A sense of worry overtook my system...I didn't understand why but I walked up to her and sat beside her.

She looked up immediately as if sensing my presence and smiled weakly as I raised my hand to wipe away those frail, unwanted tears.

I looked up at her as many different emotions over took my head.

Pain.

Regret.

Hate.

Worry.

But mostly,

Love.

I was terrible with words...I know it wasn't a good explanation for everything I've done to unwillingly hurt this poor soul but as if understanding everything, she smiled.

She smiled...and that too beautifully.

She clutched my hand, entwining it as it started to rain.

I looked up shocked as I helped her get up.

I grabbed her hand and proceeded to run inside but she stopped me.

I turned around and looked at her smiling face.

Just then I knew I had to say something.

I walked closer to her, the distance between us closing.

I looked into her eyes and attempted to say something but as always...words failed me.

She then glanced deeply into my eyes as if trying to read my mind.

She nodded her head and said "Words aren't needed Arnav...I know...I understand...It's okay..."

She held my hand and walked inside, brushing the wet tendrils of her hair away from her face.

I held her hand and turned her around to face me and whispered "Coffee...?"

She grinned and said "I'd love to..."

I smiled.

Everything was going to be alright...eventually.

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