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Intezaar ki ghadi khatam...
Khushi shut the door. With eyes and mouth wide open, she gently touched the forehead arnav had just pressed his lips to, hardly believing it. It was..her first kiss ever. Ever. and it was from the man she loved dearly. Her eyes filled with unexpected tears and she quickly wiped them. Quietly, she went to her room, pleading to her jiji to be left alone and opened the parcel...and again, the waterworks started.
For there was, wrapped in that elegant paper,the one thing that had caught her fancy in the fair; the one thing that was a part of her dream; the one thing that she wanted arnav to be. This was the gudda she had seen and he had gifted it to her. There was an attached letter too. Well, a small note- but so many sentences from arnav- it was almost a novel😆
What was written, filled her heart with the glow of hope and immense sadness for him:
Khushi...
Happiness. That is what you brought into my life. happiness is a form of feeling. You made me- a numb man- feel. For that, I thank you. Khushi. This gift is not merely a token of my respect and apology..but a promise from me to you. I will not hurt you. Ever. Even if it hurts me. Please remember this and in these two lines, try to read what I can't get myself to tell you. I'm sorry for hurting you..I'm sorry I have lost the ability to laugh openly and say what I wish to. But this is what it is..for now.
Arnav Singh Raizada
While khushi smiled at the accustomed formality of the words, giving tough competition to arnav in their restraint; yet, there was a gentleness that gave her hope. He had fixed it firmly that he didn't want to hurt her ever. And she would trust him. Even if she hadn't spelt it out, she'd have trusted him- for what else could she do? If she had to heal him from his painful past- she had to open her heart and give him all the love she had- even at the cost of getting hurt. So she wiped her tears, and hugging the letter and the doll to herself, went to sleep.
Arnav liked to drive in the quieter streets of Delhi. Driving soothed him and he could think. So he thought- of what he had written..what he had done. He thought of what all he hadn't written; what all he hadn't done.
HE will not fail khushi this time. He will not hurt her. He owed her that. Even if he couldn't open up.. he could be with her through this time. He knew she'd get over this. They both would. Love...was something he wouldn't fall into..not with its string of expectations; not in a world where everything was a commodity. But he could protect khushi's heart- that would be pained if he told her he didn't 'love' her; whatever that meant. He cared. But giving over to another person is something he'd never do. And khushi mustn't either.
He went back home after unsuccessfully sorting out his thoughts. The only troubling thought was- his fear of revealing the care that he felt for khushi. Not love. NEVER love.
And the thinking he had it all in control, unaware that khushi had seen what he himself would never believe. So to convince himself further he checked his mails, his meetings for the next day, kissed di goodbye and tried to sleep..feeling her presence still in his room.
He resolutely closed his eyes as he waited for the nightmare to come..
HE was lost.. a kid of 13, unable to follow the voice of his mother..unable to find the hand of his di..there was no-one around. Only cold fog and darkness. The road was interminable. Then, he was at a crossroads with the decision to choose.
What was it, he thought hard. On one of the roads, He could see a figure standing nearby..but he couldn't see the face..he only knew he must get to the figure..he heard a laugh close to his ear and looked around..only to find there was no road. Only fog and he was falling backwards.
Arnav woke up with a start. Oh, thank GOD it was morning. He dragged his hands through his hair, and got up to get ready. Another dream, he told himself. Nothing to worry about...Dreams don't come true..and neither do nightmares...
Khushi, bright and cheerful, opened the door of the Raizada mansion and entered inside. He was at home..she could feel his presence- just like he could. And there he was, dressed formally in a gray suit, black shirt and tie underneath...looking cold and remote.
Her smile dimmed..but he came closer and said-
"Keep that smile on, khushi. I'll see you in the evening"
Saying which, he gave her the faintest of smiles and walked away...leaving her blushing at the prospect of a day of anticipation...
Arnav's mood was uplifted, seeing that bright sunshine smile of Khushi. But he applied himself to his work and barely noticed the time the entire day. It wasn't until di called him and told him to look at the time that he realized it was 11 pm.
He hadn't realized it was so late. He told di it was a bit more and he'd leave.God, he needed to do something about his frenzy of work. He left a little before 12 and reached home at about 12.20. ..went to his room, changed and tapped slowly on di's door.
She was up..and told him to enter. So he did, to be met with her reproachful stare.
Chhote, yeh koi time hai ghar aane ka.
Sorry di, I was so busy I didn't see the time the entire day. I swear
Di...
Kya hua chhote?
Aap abhi tak jagi hain.. Please go to sleep. I'll eat a bit and sleep too..Sorry di..
He started to go and anjali called out..
Chhote..khushi aapse naraaz hain lagta hai. You better talk to her before leaving home tomorrow.
Sighing Arnav ate and slept dreamlessly that night..
FOr next week- well, how will he(if at all) manao khushi?😆
Okay..that's it!
Thanks for being patient and sorry if it wasn't long...it was all I could manage.thoda excitement bhi toh maangta hai na..😉
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Edited by geet.a - 14 years ago
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