Her hands are frantic, clutching his shirt with frenzied urgency as she loses herself in his choking embrace. He's here, he's really here. Her heart beats in staccato, her breath in short gasps because this is so surreal, because he's here and he's holding her as tightly as she is holding him and because there is no hate this time, and she thinks her heart might explode from the onslaught of emotion. I love you, Khushi. The enormity of his words still rests between them but she thinks they can deal with that later because he's right here, holding her just like that; he's safe and they're together and in that moment she thinks she might take on the world with him by her side.
A part of her wonders if he will still hurt her, but it is dispelled when he buries his face in the crook of her neck and she thinks that maybe every moment they've shared was meant to lead up to this; the feeling that pounds in her bloodstream, the way he murmurs her name over and over again because he's in awe too, because they never thought they would live this one out. But they have and the realization makes her slightly breathless. She takes in a breath and the scent is all Arnav. Not even days of captivity can mask it and she breathes him in, once, twice, thrice, over and over again until she's slightly sure that he's not letting go; never letting go if she has her way.
She tries to speak but her voice is nothing but a choked whisper, cracking in time with her tears. Don't leave again, she thinks and his hold tightens as if to say, Never.
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