OS-l Life Is Beautiful l

The day would be sunny.

It wasn't the warmth of the sunlight that flooded in through the thin glass windows that made khushi' sure of this. Neither was it the previous day's weather report. It was the feeling of hope. She loved the sun. Then why wouldn't the day be sunny for her?

If the sun didn't shine for her that morning she wouldn't be upset. She knew what she would and should do in a such a circumstance. She would go to him. And he would wrap her in his arms.

Khushi had always been a daddy's little girl. Her mother had been her role model. But her father was her support. Her protection.

She had lost herself the night they died. She tried to be happy, to be cheerful but inside she had always been scared. She was left helpless, left unprotected. But now there was someone who would make it alright for her to live. To breathe.

Her cherry-like lips curled to form a smile.

But she kept her eyes tight shut determined to relish the feeling of anticipation that she felt at the thought of a sunny morning.

"Khushi"

She heard him whisper her name. He wanted her to wake up. He wanted her attention. She wanted to wake up too. She wanted to his face. But she decided to play with him. So she changed the curl of her lips from a smile to indifference, setting it in the shape of a thin line.

"Khushi..enough. Get up khushi"

She felt him touch her hair gently. His finger's slowly ruffled them, messing them up slightly.

She heard him sigh.

No she wouldn't. Not until he asks nicely. Why did he always do something and say something entirely different? Laad governer kahin ka, she thought fighting a smile.

His finger's smoothened her hair now. Sealing his past mistakes. But why had she equally enjoyed his mistakes? His fingers, they slowly travelled down to her cheeks. She decided that it wasn't possible to stop the rush of blood towards her cheeks, it would be a fool's action to try. Her breathing had become labored, and her heart was a gone case.

Dhak Dhak..

"I'm done with this khushi"

Her fingers left her cheek. Her soul left her.

Her heart hammered in her chest. This was not pleasure, this was pain.

"Arnavji..?"

She questioned him. A thousand questions in just one word. One dismissed all the others.

Had he left her?

She opened her eyes.

She had been wrong. It was raining. She was also right. He was gone.

And everything was over. Everything was gone.

She was done.

One dream had shattered her.

*****

Arnav was living the dream. As he stared at the soundly sleeping form of his wife he was sure of that. Clad in white, she was nothing short of an angel for him. People might question him about this statement of his. Can she do magic? He would smile and show them ASR. His convoluted past. They would stagger then, not knowing how to contradict that statement of his.

He would give them time. He was a fair person.

Then their eyes would light up with an argument. If she is an angel then how come she doesn't have wings?

He would smirk then, letting a ghost of ASR appear on his face for that moment. He would then tell them the perfectly reasonable explanation. She did have wings. But he had taken them away ensuring that she would never ever fly away from him.

If that wasn't enough to stump them he didn't know what would.

He laughed, looking up at the sky, knowing that the star's right on top of him were their parents looking down at them. He had forgiven his mother and father for leaving him, just she had forgiven hers. They had each other. Did hate have a place in their life? Not if he could help it.

The cold wind distracted him from his thoughts and he shivered. It was freezing cold. But his blood and entire being froze over when he heard the despicable sound coming from inside of his room. He rushed to her, not caring about the pots that he broke on his way to her.

He found her still in bed, curled up in a fetal position, sobs wracking her petite form. Her eyes, were wide open and glassy with unshed tears. He stared at her for a second, too shocked to move. But that was until he saw something flicker in her eyes at the sight of him standing there.

He sat down next to her and gently lifted her up to a sitting position. His heart burned feeling the numbness she emanated. He put an arm around her and used the other to gently place her hand near his heart. Willing her to realize that he was right next to her. His words may fool her but his heartbeats never could.

"Arnavji"

She uttered his name.

"Don't leave me please"

He couldn't speak. The world could end right then .But all she wanted was for him to be with her when it did. Was there any limit to this girl's love for him? , he wondered feeling the wetness of her tears as she snuggled her face against his chest. He gently tilted her head up towards him, wanting to speak to her.

"Please"

Tears left her bloodshot eyes, as she begged him silently. There was no ego.There was no him or her .There was only them. She knew he would understand.

He closed his eyes not able to see anymore. He could still feel her hot and moist breath on his face, expectant of his answer. He knew what to say. And he also knew that unless the world ended in that moment he would open his eyes to say these words to her.

She was the one who woke up every morning hoping to see a sunny day

.

He was the one who saw only the clouds,t he sun being almost non-existent for him.

She had given him enough.

Now it was his turn.

He had learnt his lesson.

She could only see clouds now.

He would show her that there is always a sun behind those clouds.

*****

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Life is beautiful

We love until we die

When you run into my arms

We steal a perfect moment

Let the monsters see you smile

Let them see you smiling

Do I hold you too tightly?

When will the hurt kick in?

Life is beautiful

But it's complicated, we barely make it

We don't need to understand

There are miracles, miracles

Yeah, life is beautiful

Our hearts, they beat and break

When you run away from harm

Will you run back into my arms

Like you did when you were young?

Will you come back to me?

I will hold you tightly

When the hurting kicks in

*****

Sorry if this turned out to be Crap. I actually have an exam coming up and writing is the perfect form of stress busting for me.It sucks when you are looking at your economics text and seeing the above written scenes playing out on your head :D

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