ArHi FF | Vaadaa Raha | Chapter 4 P 21 | May 12th 2017 - Page 4

Emotional and heart touching one
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That was so sad

lovely start...
hope arnav is ok...

Chapter 2

Akash pressed his temple, he was exhausted, he had relentlessly been digging further into his brother's accident, he couldn't just believe his brother was gone. He wouldn't! Just the thought of that was impossible for him to fathom. He spent the last few days going to lengths and back to try to find his brother.

Even if he was gone, at least finding his body would give him and their family some closure. But nothing panned out of the search efforts. He felt like he had failed himself, his brother and his family. The preparations for the memorial service just made things more difficult, it dwindled his hope. In the eyes of the world, Arnav Singh Raizada was already dead. Yet Akash's light guided him in his search efforts, Khushi, she was the driving force of finding his brother.

Khushi knocked timidly on the door, shaking him out of his reverie. He turned to see her walk towards him, she was silent, but expectant. He looked down and shook his head, "I'm sorry Khushi, nothing." He buried his face into his hands, "I feel helpless."

She touched his shoulder, "Akash, don't be so harsh on yourself. You tried so hard, you should stop drowning yourself with guilt and don't hurt yourself like this. Arnavji would have wanted you to be strong. For all of us!"

He nodded and let out a sigh. "I just wish things could be different, for you, for all of us."

Khushi stared at her reflection in the mirror; no trace of sindoor or the mangalsutra that adorned her neck ever so fondly. There she was, dressed in a plain white salwar and devoid of any feelings, she was numb. She was barely surviving, she felt as if she was drowning, going into a dark hole far away from anything real. No one was there to save her. She felt every emotion compressed and condensed into her fragile body, what did she do to pay such a price, was she ill omened? Of course people thought she was, she had lost her husband of barely a year.

She felt a light grip on her shoulder; she looked up to see her sister Payal standing in front of her. "You're ready?" She asked.

Khushi bit back a sob and wearily nodded. She draped her dupatta on her head and looked at herself one last time in the mirror. She got up and walked tentatively downstairs with her sister's arms wrapped around her back to support her.

As she walked down the stairs, all heads turned and all eyes were fixated on her. All she could see was a sea of people in white clothing sitting on white sheets and in the direct center, the whimsical photograph frame of her husband, her late husband. It felt wrong to say late husband, all their time spent together was he supposed to be early? Why did the term late accompany her husband's name?

Behind the shiny glass, there he was in all of his glory in the photograph, dressed in a black Armani suit, hair sleek back, light stubble, a faint smirk on his face, shoulders crossed, and eyes fierce yet delicate. This was one of her favourite photographs of her husband, though the newest addition to the photograph cut through her skin like glass shards; a flowered garland.

Payal ushered her to the front of the row, she sat directly in front of his photograph. If she did not know better she would have thought those molten eyes were staring at her for real. But this was anything from reality, here she was sitting in the supposed memorial service of her husband, when all she could think of was the crave for his touch, the feeling of that electric bolt that shuddered down her skin when he was near her. She fixed her eyes on his photograph, the last thing she saw as she shut her eyes were the fierce yet delicate eyes of her husband.

When she opened her eyes, the darkness consumed, it was a place where she could no longer see or hear anyone else who was in the room, though she felt warm, because she could feel his presence, it was just Arnav and herself. She felt him intertwine his hands with hers, she turned to her right to see him smirking but looking forward, knowing her gaze was on him.

"Hey stop staring at me." She heard his husky voice. As a smile crept onto her lips, he whispered, "finally you're smiling; you were boring me with that gloomy expression. That's much better." She leaned on his shoulder and inhaled the smell of his aftershave mixed with his cologne, "I missed your smell." He chuckled, "I miss you too sweetheart. I miss you too!" She felt him unlace his hands from hers and walk off in the distance. She tried to call him but she was voiceless, neither could she move, she remained rooted, her smile slowly dying as he moved further and further away.

Her eyes darted open, adjusting to the surroundings, her lips trembled as the photograph of him stared right at her. She pressed her hand to her temple as various voices danced around in her head, He can't be gone... he promised... he is gone face it... hamesha remember... he's alive I can feel it... She felt her surroundings spinning and before she knew it the voices stopped and her eyelids drooped.

Her eyes fluttered open, the first thing she saw was the sky blue ceiling of her their bedroom. She looked around and saw the room filled with worrisome faces of their family.

Before anyone could say something, Akash said, "Go back to sleep. You need more rest." He turned away from Khushi, "I think we should all let her rest. She needs it." They all nodded.

Payal and Anjali offered to keep Khushi company, but she declined, "I'm okay. I just want to be alone for a while." As everyone filtered out of the room, Khushi got off the bed and walked into the poolside.

That was when she saw him again.

He leaned against the pillar near the pool, his arms folded against his chest. His fierce eyes studied the ripples in the water made by the gust of wind in the dead of the night. As he heard her footsteps, he turned around, immediately as he saw her, his once fierce eyes softened into delicate brown orbs.

He cupped her face as he drew her closer, "Are you okay?"

She hazily nodded, "Once I'm with you I'm always okay." She looped her arms around his waist and held onto him dearly. "I wish this moment never ends."

He took her hand and placed it over his heart, she could feel the thumping of the rhythm. "I'm here... I'm always with you." He took his free hand and placed it above her heart, "Feel that, our hearts beat in unison. Hold onto that!" She nodded and whispered, "I will."

She opened her orbs already knowing he was gone, she gave the poolside another glance before closing the door shut. She climbed onto the bed and leaned against the headboard. His laughter emanating in her head was the last thing she remembered as her eyes drooped in exhaustion.

Ithe Uthe Dekhe... Panth Nihaare...

I look here and there in search for my beloved
Har Din Palchhin Naam Pukare
My eyes call out to him every moment
Aaa...
Sudh Nahi Bisre...
There is no sign
Mann Basiya Ki...
Of the one who has occupied my heart
Baawri Piya Ki...
I'm crazy for my lover

{Song: Baawri Piya Ki - Baabul}

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmXy2onWa48

{Author's Note} Thank you to everyone who liked, read and made lots of speculations about the first chapter. I really appreciate it.

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mind blowing so well you have written and it reflects the innermost feelings of kushi

Well written...thanks for the PM

Very delicate depiction of emotions ...hope its not a sad story ...

My god Khushi's dream was a premonition!

Nice update
Hope he is alive
Continue soon