OS: Yeh Sukoon...Yeh Bekaraari...Part2 pg4 06/04 - Page 2

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"Naniji, I'm going to the mandir." Khushi asked for nani's permission.

"Akele, bitya?"

"Ji, naniji."

"Theek hai. Apna khyaal rakhna." Khushi plastered a smiled and nodded.

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Anjali and nani saw Arnav coming to the didning table for breakfast.

"Nani, I think Arnav will have a long life, right?" Anjali said with a hinting tone.

"Bilkul, Anjali biyta."

"What?!" Arnav asked confused as why they were discussing such thing.

"Bhabi goes always to the mandir to pray for you." Anjali explained. 'It's to escape from you!' Arnav thought.

"Khushi went to the mandir?" Arnav asked.

"Haan. Didn't she tell you?"

"Yes... I mean she told me yesterday, but I forgot." He stammered. 'Does she even talk to me?!'

"Missing her already?" Anjali teased him. He sat and had half of his breakfast before leaving to work.

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"KhushiJi, why did you take so long?" Khushi stopped mid-way as Anjali spoke to her.

"Woh, Di there was a pooja and I attended it."
"Oh! My Chote is so lucky to have you as a wife who prays for him and his health" Anjali said with moist eyes due to happiness cupping Khushi's cheeks. Khushi smiled bitterly thinking of Anjali's words, 'Yes, I pray for him, but...' She shook her head removing the thoughts.

"KhushiJi, did you eat something."

"I'm not hungry, Di."

"But.." Khushi cut her off.

"I'll eat when I feel hungry. Di, when do you have the next doctor appointment."

"It's tomorrow."

"Can I come with you?"

"Really? Of course, Bhabi. We'll go together." Khushi smiled and went to the house's mandir to keep the pooja's tray there before going to her room.

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"Khushi," Arnav whispered lying beside Khushi on the bed; he wanted to put an end to the misunderstanding they were living in, he wanted to clear everything and tell her how wrong he was and how regretful he is, but hse didn't reply. Her back was facing him, and he wanted to put a hand on her shoulder to look at her innocent face, but he stopped himself.

"Khushi." He called her louder so that she could her him, but again she did not reply. He became frustrated, 'Why does she always have to test his short patience? Why dammit?'

"Khushi...Khushi talk to me... Khushi...Dammit," He turned her around with his palms on her shoulders to see her pale and unconscious face. His heart skiped a beat at the sight and he hugged her tightly in panic. He looked around as if to search for something when his eyes fell on the jug of water she keeps for him every night. He poured some water in his palm and sprinkled it on her face calling her name desperately

"Khushi please talk to me...Khushi, I can't see you like this." He patted her cheeks continuously and hugged her against his chest.

After few minutes, Khushi regained some consciousnees and opened her eyes slowly to which Arnav exhaled the breath he was holding.

"Khushi," He whispered hardly.

"ArnavJi," She said hoarsly.

"Are you ok?" He asked worried and concerned. Khushi nodded and he hugged her tightly. "Have you eaten anything?" He asked slightly scolding her. Khushi shook her head before seeing the anger in his eyes; something she does not want to see in the eyes she loves, something which makes her frightened at times. She lowered her head not wanting to see anger any more. Arnav let go of her and stood up to bring something for her. She held his wrist stopping him, "Where are you going? Are you leaving me? Please don't go, ArnavJi?" Khushi said in a broken voice. His heart sank as he heard her pleading tone; something he must do not her, but it again she proved how forgiving she is.

He took her hands in his and sat on his knees, "I'm just going to get something for yiu to eat. Will be back soon." He managed to say to assure her, "Ok?" She pouted and shook her head once in denial then in approval.

He was about to step out of the room when she called him again, "ArnavJi?" He nodded reassuringly saying clearly, "I'll be back."

After some time, Arnav entered the room with a tray in his hands. He made her sit on the bed as her fragile body couldn't allow her to do that by herself and he sat beside her. Then he started feeding her looking at her innocent and pale face; he was angry with himself, for the pain he caused her. He sighed not knowing what to do to rectify his mistake. 'Mistake?!' He suppressed a sarcastic laugh. She opened her mouth letting him feed her while she was frowning and struggling with her feelings. 'I love you, ArnavJi. That's why I can't leave you and I can't let you go though it's not my right. I don't talk to you as I know you don't love me and I don't want to be attached to you.' She bit her lower lip to supress her sobs, but looking at his perfect features and the hand which was feeding her, she failed to suppress them.

"Khushi? Kya hua?"

"Please I don't want to talk, ArnavJi."

"Ok" He didn't want to stress her, and he continued to feed her, but she held his hand stopping him by shaking her head.

"One last bite?" She couldn't refuse him as she saw concern for her in his eyes which confused her. He put the tray on the coffee table when he finished feeding her.

"ArnavJi, had you have your dinner?" Yet again she's worry for him and his health.

"Yes, Di forced me. You should rest now." Arnav said then lied Khushi down on the bed and tugged the duvet on her.

"won't you sleep on the bed?" Khushi asked Arnav who was walking towards the recliner. Arnav was confused. There must be something behind her actions. Has she forgetten him so soon? Or it's just because she is not really in her senses?!