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OS- Train Station Ne Bana Di Jodi
The OneShot is Minu's [-Mrinalini-] request.
It is the third and final installment of the trilogy.
Part 1- Long Drive Ne Bana Di Jodi
Part 2- Power Cut Ne Bana Di Jodi
Warning: The OS is pure fluff and totally unrealistic.
Enjoy!
The OneShot is Minu's [-Mrinalini-] request.
It is the third and final installment of the trilogy.
Part 1- Long Drive Ne Bana Di Jodi
Part 2- Power Cut Ne Bana Di Jodi
Warning: The OS is pure fluff and totally unrealistic.
Enjoy!
Warmth. The first thing which popped in Khushi's mind when She woke up was the warmth around Her.
Khushi squinted Her eyes due to the bright sunlight entering through the curtains and illuminating the living room.
A sudden rush of the memories of last night made Khushi snap Her eyes open.
The wedding card, Her escapade from the house, meeting a stranger, the bike ride to Lonavla, the rain, power cut, candles, the dance which sent Her to another world altogether and Arnav.
Khushi turned to Her right and found Herself staring at Arnav's relaxed face with one of His arms serving as a pillow under Her head and the other hand, holding Her close.
Running Her hand in His floppy hair and wondering about the way His eyelids closed softly, Khushi snapped back into reality. She got up suddenly and absorbed Her surroundings before distancing Herself away from Arnav on the couch.
Arnav stirred in His sleep when He felt Khushi shift. He sat up in an instant with furrowed brows, staring at Khushi and the uneasy distance between them.
"Good Morning." Arnav greeted while swiping His floppy hair away from His forehead.
"Good Morning." Khushi said, looking anywhere but at Arnav.
"Are You alright?" Arnav questioned, confused due to Khushi's cold behavior.
"Arnav. I.. I just wanted to thank You for everything that You have done for Me, especially for bringing Me home and keeping Me safe. You have been very kind to Me." Khushi spoke softly, keeping her eyes down.
"It's nothing, Khushi." Arnav shrugged His shoulders but stopped smiling. "Wait.. This sounds like a goodbye."
Khushi sighed loudly and looked down at Her hands. "I think what I did last evening was wrong. I should not have escaped from My home. My parents will be so upset with Me and worried for Me."
"What made You decide this?" Arnav inquired further.
"Guilt." Khushi said. "Guilt of deceiving My parents, Guilt of deceiving the Guy and His parents and the guilt of deceiving My own self."
Arnav smiled at Her confession. "Khushi, I have to tell You something. Something which I should have said a long tim-.."
Arnav's phone rang on the side table. Arnav got up and received it.
"Oh Ok.. Okay.. Yeah. Everything is sorted. I will be there in 2 hours." Arnav spoke into the phone. "Thank You, Ma."
Arnav kept the phone on the side table and turned around to Khushi. "Khushi... Why don't I drop You back to Mumbai.. I am going back home now."
Khushi nodded Her head silently. Arnav smiled and proceeded towards the bathroom.
Khushi watched as Arnav went out of sight. The click of the bathroom door jolted Khushi making Her realise the pain of leaving Arnav.
'It is just a dream', Khushi thought, as She pressed Her erratically beating heart.
Last night was magical. Everything blended in to make a beautiful dream. It was as if time had frozen the night just for them. The dance to the soft patter of the rain and the passion which had fired between them was making it painful for Her to leave Arnav.
Khushi got up with determination and collected Her unopened backpack. Deciding against changing Her heavy lehenga before leaving, Khushi walked towards the door but stopped.
She took a page from the side table and proceeded to write a note for Arnav.
Arnav,
Everything that occurred from last night was beyond My imagination when I left home. Thank You for keeping Me safe and taking care of Me. I am very glad, I trusted You.
But I can't take any more help from You because it will only pain Me more. Leaving You is going to hurt Me and I don't want it to hurt Me more if I leave in front of Your eyes. Don't worry for My safe travel. I will be taking the train back to Mumbai. I am keeping My dupatta with You to remind You of Me. :)
Stay Safe.
~Your Khushi.
The note felt like a constriction in Her heart and tears welled up in Khushi's eyes. She read the note again and tried to wipe Her tears away.
Khushi got up and kept the folded note on the table along with the translucent green dupatta of Her lehenga.
Looking behind once, She choked with memories which had attached to Her just in one night.
Clutching Her backpack, Khushi walked out of the house.
Just as the front door closed, Arnav walked out of the bathroom.
"Khushi.. You can use the bathroom." Arnav said aloud while entering the kitchen. "The water is a bit cold but the heater is on."
Sensing no reply from Khushi, Arnav walked into the living room to find it empty and devoid of Khushi's presence.
Arnav saw the green dupatta draped on the table and clutched the note attached to it.
"Khushi..." Arnav's face displayed a multitude of emotions ranging from despair, worry, pain and betrayal when He read the note.
"That's it." Arnav said with determination. "I have to confess to Khushi before She leaves."
He picked up the note, the dupatta along with His bike keys and walked out of the house.
The wind was growing stronger and there were chances of a storm but Arnav's mind was set upon meeting Khushi.
A Love Story is complete only when the Guy and the Girl realises that they are in Love and will be together for eternity with at least some unrealistic filminess.
Arnav chuckled at Khushi's filmy dialogue inspite of the heavy rainfall, splattering puddles along the way.
Ignoring the memory of the dance with Khushi the previous night, Arnav rounded the corner of the street leading to the railway station.
Arnav ran on to the platform which stationed the train to Mumbai to find the train moving slowly out of the station.
He ran along the train trying to find Khushi's compartment.
"Khushi!!!!" Arnav screamed, attracting people's attention on the station.
Arnav looked at one of the farthest compartments where His eyes caught attention of a green lehenga clad person standing and waving Her hand while the train picked up speed and passed the station.
Arnav was left standing in the rain with the dupatta in one hand and the note in the other.
With Her heart beating fast, Khushi wondered whether leaving Arnav behind was a wise decision. The sight of Arnav standing at the station, pained Her heart.
When She neared Her house,Khushi prepared Herself for Her parents troubled wrath.
Khushi entered Her house to find it strangely silent. She placed the backpack near the door and just as She was about to walk up to Her room, Her mother walked down the stairs.
"Khushi! Why are You still wearing Your mehndi outfit?" Khushi's mother fussed. "I thought that You had gone to sleep early yesterday due to fatigue but You look more fatigued this morning."
Khushi looked at Her mother in disbelief. "Ummm.. I will go change."
"Yes. Change quickly... The Boy and His family is coming to see You today afternoon." Khushi's mother gushed. "The Boy's mother wants You to see Your groom before You get married."
Khushi nodded Her head, releasing the breath that She was holding.
"Who is the Guy?" Khushi questioned before going up to Her room.
"He is handsome and very intelligent. You are going to love Him." Khushi's mother gushed. "Go, get ready."
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Khushi twirled in front of the mirror and smoothed down the fabric of Her Anarkali. She was ready to meet the Groom and His family.
Her eyes fell on the green lehenga placed on Her bed.
Frowning, Khushi sat on the bed and held the lehenga in Her hands. A stream of emotions passed through Her mind just as the fabric made contact with Her skin. The memories and words that She had shared with Arnav were too powerful.
"Are You thinking of Me the same way that I am thinking of You?" Khushi said, while holding the lehenga closer to Herself.
"Ready, Khushi?" Khushi's mother knocked the room door.
Khushi took a long breath and turned around towards Her mother.
"Yes. I am ready to do this." Khushi said determinedly.
Descending the stairs which led Her directly to the living room, Khushi found Her parents looking at Her, lovingly.
Khushi's Mom handed Her a tray laden with a tea pot and cups. The guests were seated and Her presence made them stand up. Khushi's eyes hovered over them and She smiled at them individually.
Khushi mustered up the courage to see the 'Guy' she was supposed to be marrying and felt as if Her heart had dropped to Her knees.
Tall, looking damn good in formal clothes with each hair strand perfectly made up and eyes clashing with Her own surprised ones was the Guy, smirking at Her.
'It cant be! It cannot happen!' She repeated in Her mind.
Still rooted to the spot with the tray in Her hands, Khushi watched the Guy move and walk towards Her. "Khushi Kumari Gupta."
'Omg! Matching voice!' Khushi's mind shrieked.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet You." He brought Her hand up and shook it lightly without wavering His eyes away from Hers.
Khushi blinked a few times before Her Mother cleared Her throat. "Khushi..."
"You are?" Khushi questioned to confirm.
"Arnav." He said with a small smile while Khushi's heart dipped again. "Arnav Singh Raizada."
A smile of relief dawned on Khushi's face. "Arnav? Its a pleasure to meet You too, Arnav."
Khushi's Mother clapped Her hands in excitement that Khushi had finally shown some happiness.
The Raizadas and Guptas sat across from each other, laughing and talking about various things in life and the wedding on the next day.
"I think We should let Arnav and Khushi talk to each other and know each other. Its an arranged marriage but They should know at least something about each other." Arnav's father said.
Khushi and Arnav gave a quick knowing glance to each other, hiding their full blown smiles.
Both the set of parents agreed. Arnav and Khushi calmly walked out of the living room and walked past the main door in to the garden without a rush.
When they were out of sight, Khushi hurriedly pulled Arnav's hand towards the swimming pool in the backyard.
"What is happening here??? You & Me? Me & You??? I don't believe this!" Khushi held Her cheeks while Arnav smiled at Her.
"It was You all along, Khushi." Arnav kissed Her forehead. "I had known that You were my bride but I also had an idea about the arranged marriage trauma You were going through."
"So, You were the one who planned all this..." Khushi asked in disbelief. "And here, I was thinking that I will never see You again..."
"Its fate... Our invisible thread kept Us binded together." Arnav leaned forward so that their foreheads were touching each other.
"All of this running around has led Me to You..." Khushi giggled. ".. which would have anyway happened eventually if I had not escaped."
"Yes... Does it feel filmy and unrealistic?" Arnav inquired with a twinkle in His eyes.
"Yes... My Love Story is complete..." Khushi held Arnav's hand. "Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge!"
"I Look forward to our lifetime together." Arnav kissed Her on the forehead again. "I Love You, Khushi."
"I Love You, Arnav." Khushi reciprocated by hugging Him warmly.
'Don't find Love, Let Love find You. That's why its called falling in Love because You don't force Yourself to fall, You just fall.' ❤️
Note: People who have not seen DDLJ!
For Your benefit.. This was the climax scene which was elaborated in the previous OS...
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