Chapter 1
It had been two years. Two years since she had left. He didn't blame her. After the way he had treated her, he expected her to stay? He was shocked, surprised, and for the first time, Arnav Singh Raizada was speechless. But he was expecting it. Why would should she stay with the man that threatened to stop her sister's wedding, forced her into a fake marriage and made her life hell?
He had hired a private investigator, the best in India for ASR, and tried looking for her. But it was the first time ASR hadn't been able to do anything. He hadn't found her and this angered him. He had changed, but his anger was one thing that hadn't. In fact it had intensified and it was still fearsome. The changes that had been made in him, was saved at home. At home, he acted like the Arnav Khushi found, like Anjali's Chote, like NK and Aakash's Nannav.
Arnav was on his way to work when he saw a jalebi stall on the road side. His first thought was Khushi. He remembered the couple times he found Khushi in the kitchen making jalebi, eating them or both. He stood in line as all those images flashed through his mind. As he smelled the jelabi, he thought back to two years ago when he had even smelled the dessert.
Khushi had just finished her shift and was heading to her class with her friend and co-worker, Priya. They headed off to the jelabi stand they went to everyday. They stood in line as they talked about their workday.
"Can you believe Abhayji is including my designs in the collection?! I'm so nervous. What if they aren't good enough or too fancy for the collections?" she ranted on.
"Don't worry, your designs are amazing. And these are only with two-years of college. Imagine them after you complete your degree. He's lucky he has you at Hamesha Designs." Priya responded as they moved up.
Khushi was about to answer when she heard the man in front of them order his jalebi. As she heard the voice, she remembered another voice that was very similar to another person she had been trying to forget for the past two years. They had been hard though. She hadn't been able to go a day without thinking about him. She still felt his touch, his scent, his voice everywhere she went. She would cry herself to sleep, imaging the pillow she hugged was her. The pain of being away from him was too much to handle. Everytime she saw him on the news, she knew she was right. The man she had married, had loved, he couldn't love. He could only love his sister.
She was interrupted by the voice of the stallvendor, asking the man if he wanted sugar-free or regular. Upon instinct, she answered for him, "Sugar-free." Everything happened in slow motion after that. The man turned around and looked at her and she looked up and looked at him. She looked into the familiar chocolate brown eyes she knew as well as her own body. Everything stopped. Time, the people around them, the noises of Delhi's traffic and crowds died down. All the memories she tried to bury within her, tried to forget, they came rushing back. She then realized what had happened. Unknowningly, she had let the one man able to destroy her back into her life.
Arnav couldn't believe she was in front of him. He hadn't seen her in two years and she had changed so much. She had cut her hair, it was now a little below her shoulders; she was wearing a simple green sari and sindoor and mangulsutra. His eyes froze on the black-beaded necklace and his chest tightened at the thought that crossed his mind. He couldn't fathom the idea of her belonging to anyone else besides him. His eyes than moved up to hers, and he noticed the lack of light and shine in them. They had mellowed down quiet a bit, he didn't recognize them anymore. Before he could do anything else, she turned away from and the spell was broken just as easily as it was cast. Before he could do anything, she was gone.
Khushi ran away as fast as she could, away from him, away from her fears, away from her past. She heard Priya call after her, but she kept running. She heard his voice join her friends, but that only compelled her to run faster. Then suddenly, she felt a hand enclose her wrist and she was pulled back into a hard body.
Arnav twisted her around to have her face him. He breathed in heavily, catching his breath. If he thought his heart had been beating fast when he saw her, it was now beating erratically now. He gazed at her while she watched back. He didn't know what to say; he had been waiting for this moment for the past two years, every day, he went over what he would say to her, should the day come. But now that the day was here, now that Khushi was in front of him, he couldn't bring himself to say anything. To anyone on the street, it looked like a man and woman reunited after a long time, just being happy to have his woman in his arms again. And they would be right, Arnav was just happy to have her in his arms. But soon, his concentration was broken with her voice.
"What do you want, Arnav? Why should I stop and listen to you? I don't want to listen to anything you have to say. Just let me go, like you did two years ago," she replied angrily as she squirmed to try to free herself from him. But being so close to him, his scent was creating havoc on her senses. Iinstead of pulling away, she wanted to give up and hug him, breath in his scent, feel him in her arms, but she couldn't. She didn't want to go through the pain again. She knew what Arnav was like, he would say something hurtful and then later on apologize for it. She couldn't do that. But when she looked at him now, she saw regret and that he was really sorry. She saw the pain and guilt he lived for the past 2 years. She saw the red eyes, showing nothing but pain, restlessness and tiredness. She saw stubble that shouldn't have been as thick and hair that used to have been shorter. She noticed his grip, it wasn't tight and painful like how she remembered, and it wasn't loose. It was the grip of someone trying to hold on to their life, trying to hold on to the last thread that could either save them or not. Someone that was afraid to let go and of the consequences. This wasn't the Arnav that she knew. This was someone different.
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