~Unheard woes~
I wrote something from Arnie's POV which I rarely do(better observer of KKG :P). I don't get many reviews usually but I'd still thank all those who read my work. I always remember you all while I write and your comments are the only thing that keeps me going. I once again thank Sancho for permitting me to chorafy (steal) her idea of banners. No chappals after reading my masterpiece! (holds head high)
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Arnav's POV
I had just begun to realize something I never did before, to emerge out of the shell which had imprisoned me since childhood. My parents' death didn't just scar my past but it rendered my entire life with an everlasting agony. But I guess it affected Anjali Di in a much worse way than it did to me.
She had grown to be overly protective of me, feared things, turned superstitious and would often say things that showed sheer fright and terror.
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I had started to love Khushi but life never had happiness to offer me, and nothing had changed this time either.
Life gave me yet another blow, another lesson as if telling me how wrong it was to fall in love. Yes, maybe I was better before.
There was pain and anguish earlier too, but I had buried it in a corner of my heart. I never let it out or overpower myself. I possessed a control over it, and over the course of time my wounds had somewhat healed.
Love was a forbidden feeling for me. Everytime I loved someone, I lost them. They went to places I could never go to.
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Is it wrong to love someone
To feel for them,
To ask for the world's happiness for them,
Treasuring the moments you spend with them,
Feeling amazing when they are around,
Is it actually so wrong?
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My Di had to go through miseries that were inexplicable in words. It instilled paranoia in her for life. She loved me like no one did, and she was one person I could not live without.
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I was happy, so much that it was beyond anyone's imagination. I would finally confess my love to Khushi, and I would embark on a new life, without any sadness of my dark past.
I reached the terrace, only to find a new series of pain awaiting me.
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I'd often be asked why I would always be so cold,
Do I need to justify the reason?
Wasn't my life's experiences enough as an explanation?
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Anjali Di's husband, my jijaji was confessing his love, rather infatuation to Khushi. If that wasn't enough, I had Khushi expressing her irritation at Jijaji for still continuing his marriage with Di.
I was shattered. There were no bounds to my anguish. I could see my Di's destruction in front of my eyes and I had my love going away from me. This tore me apart; all that I had buried inside was resurfacing up. Questions blurred my mind.
Should I tell Di? Should I face Jijaji? Should I confront Khushi? A million such questions blanked me out.
That wasn't the end of it, there was more, infact a lot more to come.
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The series never ceased
When there's one good thing happening
There's always a thousand more worse things waiting to be discovered
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*****
I went downstairs and saw everyone congratulating Di. I asked her what the news was and the reply I got was another shocker.
Di was pregnant. I could not take it anymore, it was overwhelmingly too much.
I locked myself up and cried my heart out. I asked myself why life had been so cruel to me, what harm I had done to anyone.
There was no way I could tell Di about it, and I simply could not sit and watch Jijaji ruining my sister and her child's lives.
There was one thing I could do, something that would save my sister's life, ensure a happy life to her child and would feed my vengeance.
I was resolved.
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When life doesn't pave the way to happiness
One needs to fight and conquer
For one's rights
For one's happiness
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CID
