They haunt me like a curse"
Bruce Springsteen
Arnav sits extending the offending digit holding the stain of Khushi's Blood , He stares at it angrily, almost incredulously ..cursed by memory , The talons of which are shredding his mind , heart to pieces ..Unnerved by the strength of her hold on him, seeking to expunge all the marks of her on him.. Arnav rushes to the Tissue box, pulls out the tissues and begin to wipe the stain.. the stain that seems to suggest her stranglehold on his heart, A grip that ASR is determined to eradicate to claim total victory.. .. Tissues upon tissues are used up for this purpose while moments, those precious, torturous remembrances race in his mind faster than speed of light but alas !! The Mark stays !!..for it is not just a mark..It is a stain, a symbol ..Arnav seems to have run out of patience just when he realizes that he has sought and accepted her hands ...Arnav throws out the tissues in an impotent rage of futility for he knows very well..that SHE has become ingrained into the fiber of his very being , SHE has become the sole reason for the existence of his soul , SHE exists in each and every cell of his body ..
My thoughts, far away
Heart aching, mind racing
Sleep does not come easily, nor last long...
~Peter Winstanley
A wounded Arnav tries to blot out the blot of blood as well as the memories captured in his heart but is quite unsuccessful .. A frustrated Arnav furious at himself for his inability to tear himself away from her thoughts , paces around the room.. exhausted , desperate, defeated..Arnav seeks momentary refuge, lays down on the couch, closes his eyes only for the dam to burst ..Memories swell up and flood him again, sending through the pangs of wanting, longing, hating himself for yearning cycle... Arnav opens his eyes furious at his heart for its treachery, for its betrayal and vows never to think about the girl of his dreams, his memories again not realizing the simple fact that she who has got him angry has conquered him!!