Prologue
Today it has been 2 months, since Arnav had left his family.
In the media speculations were high that he and Khushi were divorced as no one had seen both of them together for the past two months in Mumbai. And not even in India anywhere. Akaash and Mama ji had been making public appearances. Even in the family functions there was no sign of Arnav.
Also, Khushi's family had accepted her and they were happy with her decision they had looked for a guy, whom they wanted her to marry to.
And just day ago they made a public announcement. The news ended every speculations and spread like a wild fire.
"Today, it has been confirmed by ex-Mrs. Raizada's father that his daughter, Khushi has divorced her husband, Arnav Singh Raizada and will soon be tying knot with the rich businessman, Aditiya Malhotra.
It is believed that her parents were never happy with her and Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada's marriage. Also, after the death of Lavanaya Singh Raizada, Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada never accepted her as his wife.
Well, we agree with Mr. Gupta, who really would accept a drunken man anyways?" TV reporter said.
Breaking news: Arnav Singh Raizada and Khushi Singh Raizada split up.
Aman shut off the TV in frustration.
"Sir, this stupid media say garbage, without knowing anything!" he said.
"What wrong they are saying anyways?" he asked back. "So, Khushi, is going to get married?" he asked, pain still so fresh in his mind and soul and so evident in his tone.
"Sir, it's nothing. You cannot believe these people."
"What about, Mr. Gupta's statement?" he questioned. "Aman, as soon as I and you accept it, better it will be. We are divorced!" he told him.
Aman took a deep breath.
"Sir, doesn't it matter to you that Khushi mam is going to get married?" he asked.
"Aman, it does matter. I am happy that she will be starting a new life with a good person. Aditiya Malhotra is a great man. I know him!"
"Sir, we have to go for your checkup!" Aman said instead as he knew there was no point talking to his boss now, it was the right time to tell his family.
"I am fine, Aman. Good thing is I am still alive!"
"Sir, how long you will punish yourself?" Aman asked.
"As long as, I can bare it, anyways, we shouldn't be focusing on this at all. We have cracked the deal and we have to start working on our new project as soon as possible! And also, the hotel project is almost finished."
Aman looked at him. He was mad. "Sir, for a month you had been in the hospital, fighting for your life, why are you doing this to yourself?"
"Aman, let's get back to work!" he said flatly, as he ignored to talk about anything related to his past that keep no importance to anyone and it should not to him either he told himself.
"No, sir!" he said. "You are going for your routine check up to the hospital!"
"Aman, my doctor will come to the office don't worry. Now sit down and let's just not argue more on this!"
He saw Aman leaving the room in anger, saying he would call his doctor.
Arnav put the pen down and his back leant against his black leather chair. He rested his head back on the head rest.
As pain again engulfed his heart that never left his mind and soul in the past two months. Only he knew how much it mattered to him that Khushi was going to get married. He had every news of his family, but they knew nothing about him, where he was, what he has been doing till now. Better it was for them, he thought. They did not need him.
He got up his chair, "Does it matter what I feel about, Khushi?" he asked himself. "Every time I thought it was the end, I will be taking a last breath, I was saved. It is my punishment, I guess," he said as he looked at the night sky from his Italy office.
The only place on earth he knew nobody would know about him and his family would never be able to get here. Well he had no expectations they will be looking for him.
His health had depleted, right from the airport he was taken to the hospital. For a month he was in a coma, due to the hypoglycaemia.
His pancreas were damaged and it needed to be removed as soon as possible, luckily he had got a donor, and it matched with his blood group. He was saved. Now, again he is doing everything, but taking care of himself. If it was not Aman, he would have long killed himself.
After all, without his family and Khushi his life was empty, now Khushi will be married there will be no scope in the present or the future thdy were ever able to come back. He wondered why he was still alive?
***
"Mr. Aman, is there no one to look after Mr. Arnav?" Doctor asked.
Aman was quite. "I am asking this because he needs it. Luckily he has been improving, he has shown lot of improvement but sometimes his sugar levels fluctuates so badly, and anti-depressants that he had been taking lately, going to make his health worst."
Aman still hadn't said anything.
"Mr. Raizada," doctor said as he showed up at his cabin door.
Arnav wiped tears from his eyes and looked back.
"You do his check up, I shall be back!" Aman said and excused himself.
"Good evening, Dr. Williams!" he said cheerfully.
"Mr. Raizada, how have you been?"
***
"Hello!" Aman heard her say.
There was a long silence. Khushi thought it was Arnav.
"Arnav ji?" she said, as her heart sunk, but elevated with a thought it was him. "Arnav ji, is that you?" she asked hopefully, she had tears in her eyes.
"Aman...It's Aman!" he said.
"Aman!" Khushi was equally happy to know at least she would know where Arnav was.
"You must be really happy right?" he said angrily.
"Aman?" she said questioningly.
"Yes, after all, you are finally moving on in your life, now Arnav sir lives or die what it has to do with you? By pushing him more towards hell, you would be really happy afterall, this is what all you wanted!" Khushi was confused at the same time afraid thinking about Arnav.
"What has happened to, Arnav ji?" she asked.
"Right now he is alive, if you had asked this one month ago, he was almost dead!"
Khushi held the phone receiver tightly in her hand. "What are you saying, Aman?" she said in barely inaudible, fearful tone.
"Just want to say, Mam, that you truly have killed Arnav sir. You and your family, forced him to leave him alone to die!" Aman said.
"Aman, please tell me how is Arnav ji?"
"As I said, still alive!" he said and kept the phone.
By the time he hung up on her, he was crying. But Khushi? She couldn't breathe.
"Khushi, bitiya, let's go for a checkup!" Khushi's mom said from behind.
"Ma, I need to go back to RM!"
"Yes, we will go, but first check up!"
Khushi's mom didn't hear her once.
No matter how hard she tried. She was trembling in fear.
She and his whole family had been trying hard to find where Arnav was, but no one had found him. Today, Aman who had left AR Groups, and went to join Arnav's new company had all of sudden called, by telling about Arnav, had made her scared to death.
"Ma, can we go to RM?!"
"There is no way to argue over this!" Mrs. Gupta said and ignored her, and started talking to the marriage organizers for Khushi's marriage on her phone.
||At the hospital||
"Mrs. Khushi Arnav Singh Raizada!" Khushi said.
"Excuse me, it's Khushi Kumari Gupta and soon would be Khusi Aditiya Malhotra!" Mrs. Gupta said as she took time off her phone to talk to the receptionist to correct her.
"Sorry, mam, it's Khushi Arnav Singh Raizada!" Nurse repeated.
"Whatever!" Mrs. Gupta said. "Khushi, get your check up done. Call me in if you need me, and make sure you tell the doctor that you want to abort this bloody child!" she said and left.
Khushi tried not to loose her cool.
Someone called her from behind. "What did you just say, who you are?" A white, well dressed man asked in a thick Italian accent.
"Khushi Arnav..."
"Are you Arnav Singh Raizada's wife?" he asked.
"Yes, I am!" Khushi said surprised.
"Oh, wow. How is Mr. Arnav Raizada doing?"
"What...what happened to him?" she asked, her heart beating furiously again. "Do you know him?"
"Mrs. Raizada, you don't know, he was in a coma for a month!"
"Coma, what? Do you know where is he? Is he fine?" she asked.
"Mrs. Raizada, come I tell you everything. Come to my office!"
Khushi was so terrified that she thought she might collapse if she wasn't told, where and how Arnav was immediately. She followed the man. He opened the door of his office and let Khushi get in first.
"Mrs. Raizada, please have a seat."
"Can you tell me where my husband is?" she asked.
"Mrs. Raizada, relax. Please have a seat. I am doctor, Oliver Anderson. I had done your husband's surgery. His pancreas had been damaged and he went into coma due to serious decline in the sugar levels."
Khushi glared at the doctor absentmindedly, as she was in a state of complete shock.
"And where is he?" she asked, her voice plain.
"Luckily he is doing fine now, and he is a businessman isn't? Currently in Italy!"
Khushi didn't hear anything else and rushed to RM.
Mrs. Gupta saw her making her way out of the hospital. She ran after her, but Khushi was far ahead. She sat in the car and her driver had already made it's way towards RM.
***
"Anjali di, Payal bhabi, Mami, Nani ji!" Khushi yelled.
Each of the ladies came running.
"Khushi, what happened?" Akaash asked as he too had come.
"Arnav ji..." she said as she was huffing.
"Chote? What happened to him? Where is he?" Anjali asked.
"Khushi, bitiya come first and sit!" Nani said as she saw her condition.
"HP, bring a glass of water!"
Payal made her sit on the sofa. "Khushi, relax down first!"
Khushi clenched her hand in her hair and wailed.
"Khushi, bitiya, what has happened? Did you hear anything about, chote?" Mami ji asked.
"Khushi, why aren't you saying anything? You are making us all worry!"
"Why you all are?" HP asked.
Everyone looked at him.
"You all should be happy he has left all of you. Now whether he dies or lives, why do you care?" he questioned.
Akaash was angry, he went to him and held him by his collar. A tray of glass of water fell.
"Bhaiya ji, showing anger wouldn't work!" HP said.
"Akaash, leave him!" Payal said.
"For four days Arnav bhaiya was sick, none of you saw it, none of you, Khushi bhabi, you said you love him? You didn't care."
"What the heck you are saying?" Akaash said.
"Akaash, bhaiya let him say!" Khushi said as she got up the sofa.
"You know anything about him, HP?" Khushi asked.
"Yes, I know everything bhabi. You all ignored him. He was sick, you all excused him of being drunk, in reality he was sick. He had called the doctor himself, doctor had warned he would kill himself, he didn't care about his health, all he wanted was your forgiveness. He was trying his best, he hid all his worries, his ill health from you all, but you all taunted him. Didn't let him eat his food. He had left alcohol, but none of you cared. I am sorry I have no right to say this. But it was needed. You all were worried after he left? But didn't care what he was going though when he was in front of you, on a Diwali day, he was admitted to the hospital whole day. He didn't even let you know about it. Because he knew none of you will care!"
"HP, why didn't you tell us?" Khushi asked. "Why had you been quite?"
"Because none of you deserve him, and the day he had left!"
***Flashback***
"HP, you promise me that you won't tell anything where I am going, or anything about my health."
"Bhaiya, please don't go. You are ill. You need doctor!"
"HP, just shut up. And you swear on me you will stay shut up!"
"I will!" he had said.
***End of flashback***
Khushi fell on the floor. Nani had almost collapsed.
"Sasu ma!" Mama ji said and held her.
Payal and Anjali held Khushi. "Arnav ji, is in Italy, there was a doctor who I met at the hospital, told me, Arnav ji had been in coma for a month. He...I want to go to see him. Please Akaash bhaiya help me book the ticket! I have to take the earliest flights."
"Khushi, I can book you our private yet. We all will go in fact!" Akaash said but he still hadn't come out of trance.
"No, only Khushi bitiya would go for now!" Nani said.
"Khushi ji, please tell us how my brother is? As soon as you sought everything, we will be there, we all have to make up for so many mistake!" she added and cried.
After hearing about his health from Khushi and HP, every single member was shocked, and were regretting how blind and fool they were that they did not see what their Arnav was going through.
"How terrible we all had been!" Anjali cried.
"We all tortured him..." Mami cried.
***
Hmm...What do you think of the Prologue? Interesting or lame? And who said this series is without Arnav? It's the same story but with a little bit change in the title name and a two month leap and with a surprise that Khushi is pregnant.
It shouldn't be surprising because they were husband and wife. And no Arnav didn't force Khushi! They had consummated their marriage. It is possible, really!
The drastic fall in the likes on the last one told me how much you loved the last part! As I had said you guys can believe me, but you don't listen...Truly show many actually support the every phase of my writing! I am truly happy! I was actually expecting worst :P
I loved that you are exciting for the second series though thank you all of you!
Anyways, do comment and hit like!
Sorry I forgot I had reserved a post for a prologue! However, I hope you all enjoyed! đł
Edited by NidhiAS.Raizada - 11 years ago
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