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So I'm backkk!(: as promised with version two of my OS Hold My Hand. My original OS I have already posted, but upon request of my friends I made a alternate ending for this OS and reposted it!(:
For anyone who hasn't read Version 1, here is the link: http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=3057115
So without further adieu...Here you go...Hold My Hand Version 2...Enjoy!!(:
"Papa!! Are we there yet?" Anjali shouted from the backseat of the SUV. "We...more like YOU have a mission to complete!"
"Anji, we're almost there. Calm down. Stop jumping up and down and how many times do I have to tell you to put on your seatbelt!?" Arnav shouted, glaring at the innocent face his four year old was making through the rear view mirror.
About ten minutes later, Anjali looked out the window and began clapping excitedly. Arnav looked back at her with a smirk, she was just like her mother.
He parked the car, and got out. Before he even reached the back door Anjali jumped out, dashing straight toward the lake. Arnav let out a exasperated sigh before jogging after Anjali.
"Anji slow down! What did say about running?" Arnav whisper scolded Anjali.
"Sorry Papa...It won't happen again." She whispered back, looking down, hiding her teary eyes.
"Oh Anji. Don't cry. Please. You know I just don't want anything to happen to you...Sorry?" Anjali smiled up at her Papa, instantly forgiving him just like her mother, and he smiled back. "Good, now let's go."
They headed towards the river side by side. Arnav watched as Anjali jumped after a butterfly. She was so full of life, of happiness, of beauty, of love just like her mother.
"Papa?" Arnav looked at Anjali questioningly. "Can we go across the river by stepping on rocks instead of crossing the bridge?"
Arnav looked at the river, it wasn't too deep, but the current was fast and some of the rocks were sharp. He turned ready to give a firm "no" but one look at his daughters pleading face melted him instantly, just like her mother once again.
"Okay jaan, but only of you hold my hand" Arnav compromised, keeping her happiness and her safety both in mind. He held out his hand for Anjali to take but to his surprise, she just turned away from him shouting,
"No! I won't hold you hand Papa!" Anjali stubbornly crossed her arms across her chest, like her mother again. Arnav stood there shocked,
"What the...Anji! What is this nonsense?! I'm only telling you to my hand for your safety! Because I love you!" Arnav muttered, slightly miffed and surprised at her behavior.
"Lies! If you cared about my safety and loved me then you would have asked if YOU could hold MY hand. Like Mumma always does" Anjali shouted back, unpleased by her father.
"Like Khushi always says...?? What the...what kind of crazy ideas is she filling your head with? It doesn't make a difference!" Arnav exclaimed, still confused at the reason behind his daughter's anger and stubbornness.
"Ugh! Papa, of course it does! Whenever we cross the road, Mumma always told me to let her hold my hand and when I asked why she said:
~Why? Because if I told you to hold my hand and something happens then chances are you'll let go of my hand and I don't want that to happen. But if I hold your hand then no matter what happens I will never let go of you...Anji, in any relationship, physical or emotional, everything lies in its bond, not bind. So hold the hand of whom you love rather than expect them to hold yours. Don't ever forget this.~
So see Papa, there's a big difference." Anji looked at her father's amazed expression. Arnav bent down and lifted Anjali into his arms.
"Your truly are your mother's daughter? Aren't you?" He said tenderly as he placed a kiss on her forehead. He placed her back on the ground, holding onto her hand, "Okay, come on let's go and get your mother now."
"Finally! I spent all morning trying to convince you to go and convince Mumma and bringing her back but you were being the stubborn ASR that Mumma hates so much. Even when your the wrong one!" Anjali exclaimed exasperated at her father.
"How in the world was it my fault? Your Mumma was admiring a necklace given to her by someone else! I have every right to get mad! And why was she so upset?!" Arnav shouted annoyed at his daughter for siding with his wife.
"Papa!NK uncle gave that locket as an anniversary present to Mumma since he didn't make it to the wedding! And it had yours and Mumma's picture in it that's why she was admiring it so!" Anjali was now really upset with her father's ignorance!
"What the... Then why didn't she just tell me?" Arnav wondered.
"You never gave her a chance! You shouted at Mumma and then left! She cried for, Devi Maiya knows how long, then left without a word! But I know she would come to the farmhouse so she could sit and talk to your picture for hours without disturbance about how much she loves you, why your always so angry, and so much more! Gosh Papa!" Anjali looked at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Arnav, too, knew she would be at the farmhouse but knowing that he had hurt her so he felt extremely guilty.
"I'm sorry, jaan. Come on, Papa's going to fix this now." Arnav said as they crossed the river and made their way into the farmhouse.
"Anji? Go play in the garden while I go talk to Mumma...okay?" Anjali nodded energetically before running off leaving a smiling Arnav to go find his wife.
He headed upstairs where he heard her sweet voice coming from their room. He entered the room to see his wife pacing the room, talking to the huge picture of him and Khushi which hung on wall behind the bed.
"I don't know why?! Even after you yell at me for no reason whatsoever and practically accuse me cheating on you, why do I still miss you? Why do I still want to see you? Why do I still love you so much? Why can't I stay mad at you? Why--AAHH-" Khushi stopped talking immediately when felt a hand on her waist and began to scream when a hand covered her mouth cutting her off from behind. She prayed to Devi Maiya to save her, when she felt someone's lips at her ear,
"Because I love you Khushi and for some strange reason you love me too." Khushi relaxed at the familiar voice. She suddenly realized her quickening heartbeats were due to his proximity not because of fear, she even recognized his familiar touch but she couldn't bring herself to believe he was actually there. "You made my life meaningful. Before I was just alive, I breathed but I wasn't living, I didn't feel then you came along and taught me how to love. Because I need you and you need me just as much. You complete me Khushi." Arnav turned Khushi around to face him when he finished.
Khushi looked up into Arnav's chocolate brown eyes, which were shining with love and guilt. She reached up on he tippy toes and kissed him tenderly on both cheeks, both eyelids, his forehead, and finally his lips.
"I love you Arnav." Khushi said sweetly.
"Khushi, from now on I promise that as you have always been holding my hand, I will always hold yours too. Because in any relationship, it's not the bind but the bond, right Khushi?" Arnav cupped Khushi's face and tenderly kissed her forehead. And at the same time they both said,
"I'll never let go of your hand."
So there it is! Version 2 of my OS Hold My Hand!(:
Let me know what you think!! Good? Bad? Anything? Just like and comment!(:
If you like this update please buddy me!(:
For PMs of my other works and updates please Buddy me!(:
For anyone who hasn't read Version 1, here is the link: http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=3057115
So without further adieu...Here you go...Hold My Hand Version 2...Enjoy!!(:
"Papa!! Are we there yet?" Anjali shouted from the backseat of the SUV. "We...more like YOU have a mission to complete!"
"Anji, we're almost there. Calm down. Stop jumping up and down and how many times do I have to tell you to put on your seatbelt!?" Arnav shouted, glaring at the innocent face his four year old was making through the rear view mirror.
About ten minutes later, Anjali looked out the window and began clapping excitedly. Arnav looked back at her with a smirk, she was just like her mother.
He parked the car, and got out. Before he even reached the back door Anjali jumped out, dashing straight toward the lake. Arnav let out a exasperated sigh before jogging after Anjali.
"Anji slow down! What did say about running?" Arnav whisper scolded Anjali.
"Sorry Papa...It won't happen again." She whispered back, looking down, hiding her teary eyes.
"Oh Anji. Don't cry. Please. You know I just don't want anything to happen to you...Sorry?" Anjali smiled up at her Papa, instantly forgiving him just like her mother, and he smiled back. "Good, now let's go."
They headed towards the river side by side. Arnav watched as Anjali jumped after a butterfly. She was so full of life, of happiness, of beauty, of love just like her mother.
"Papa?" Arnav looked at Anjali questioningly. "Can we go across the river by stepping on rocks instead of crossing the bridge?"
Arnav looked at the river, it wasn't too deep, but the current was fast and some of the rocks were sharp. He turned ready to give a firm "no" but one look at his daughters pleading face melted him instantly, just like her mother once again.
"Okay jaan, but only of you hold my hand" Arnav compromised, keeping her happiness and her safety both in mind. He held out his hand for Anjali to take but to his surprise, she just turned away from him shouting,
"No! I won't hold you hand Papa!" Anjali stubbornly crossed her arms across her chest, like her mother again. Arnav stood there shocked,
"What the...Anji! What is this nonsense?! I'm only telling you to my hand for your safety! Because I love you!" Arnav muttered, slightly miffed and surprised at her behavior.
"Lies! If you cared about my safety and loved me then you would have asked if YOU could hold MY hand. Like Mumma always does" Anjali shouted back, unpleased by her father.
"Like Khushi always says...?? What the...what kind of crazy ideas is she filling your head with? It doesn't make a difference!" Arnav exclaimed, still confused at the reason behind his daughter's anger and stubbornness.
"Ugh! Papa, of course it does! Whenever we cross the road, Mumma always told me to let her hold my hand and when I asked why she said:
~Why? Because if I told you to hold my hand and something happens then chances are you'll let go of my hand and I don't want that to happen. But if I hold your hand then no matter what happens I will never let go of you...Anji, in any relationship, physical or emotional, everything lies in its bond, not bind. So hold the hand of whom you love rather than expect them to hold yours. Don't ever forget this.~
So see Papa, there's a big difference." Anji looked at her father's amazed expression. Arnav bent down and lifted Anjali into his arms.
"Your truly are your mother's daughter? Aren't you?" He said tenderly as he placed a kiss on her forehead. He placed her back on the ground, holding onto her hand, "Okay, come on let's go and get your mother now."
"Finally! I spent all morning trying to convince you to go and convince Mumma and bringing her back but you were being the stubborn ASR that Mumma hates so much. Even when your the wrong one!" Anjali exclaimed exasperated at her father.
"How in the world was it my fault? Your Mumma was admiring a necklace given to her by someone else! I have every right to get mad! And why was she so upset?!" Arnav shouted annoyed at his daughter for siding with his wife.
"Papa!NK uncle gave that locket as an anniversary present to Mumma since he didn't make it to the wedding! And it had yours and Mumma's picture in it that's why she was admiring it so!" Anjali was now really upset with her father's ignorance!
"What the... Then why didn't she just tell me?" Arnav wondered.
"You never gave her a chance! You shouted at Mumma and then left! She cried for, Devi Maiya knows how long, then left without a word! But I know she would come to the farmhouse so she could sit and talk to your picture for hours without disturbance about how much she loves you, why your always so angry, and so much more! Gosh Papa!" Anjali looked at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Arnav, too, knew she would be at the farmhouse but knowing that he had hurt her so he felt extremely guilty.
"I'm sorry, jaan. Come on, Papa's going to fix this now." Arnav said as they crossed the river and made their way into the farmhouse.
"Anji? Go play in the garden while I go talk to Mumma...okay?" Anjali nodded energetically before running off leaving a smiling Arnav to go find his wife.
He headed upstairs where he heard her sweet voice coming from their room. He entered the room to see his wife pacing the room, talking to the huge picture of him and Khushi which hung on wall behind the bed.
"I don't know why?! Even after you yell at me for no reason whatsoever and practically accuse me cheating on you, why do I still miss you? Why do I still want to see you? Why do I still love you so much? Why can't I stay mad at you? Why--AAHH-" Khushi stopped talking immediately when felt a hand on her waist and began to scream when a hand covered her mouth cutting her off from behind. She prayed to Devi Maiya to save her, when she felt someone's lips at her ear,
"Because I love you Khushi and for some strange reason you love me too." Khushi relaxed at the familiar voice. She suddenly realized her quickening heartbeats were due to his proximity not because of fear, she even recognized his familiar touch but she couldn't bring herself to believe he was actually there. "You made my life meaningful. Before I was just alive, I breathed but I wasn't living, I didn't feel then you came along and taught me how to love. Because I need you and you need me just as much. You complete me Khushi." Arnav turned Khushi around to face him when he finished.
Khushi looked up into Arnav's chocolate brown eyes, which were shining with love and guilt. She reached up on he tippy toes and kissed him tenderly on both cheeks, both eyelids, his forehead, and finally his lips.
"I love you Arnav." Khushi said sweetly.
"Khushi, from now on I promise that as you have always been holding my hand, I will always hold yours too. Because in any relationship, it's not the bind but the bond, right Khushi?" Arnav cupped Khushi's face and tenderly kissed her forehead. And at the same time they both said,
"I'll never let go of your hand."
So there it is! Version 2 of my OS Hold My Hand!(:
Let me know what you think!! Good? Bad? Anything? Just like and comment!(:
If you like this update please buddy me!(:
For PMs of my other works and updates please Buddy me!(:
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