OS: Regret - Page 4

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Part 2

"Khushi where are y-" Arnav suddenly realised that was not Khushi's voice, as he registered this, he heard a piercing scream on the other side.

Khushi.

"KHUSHI?! KHUSH?!" Arnav bellowed into the phone, her screaming was shaking every bone in his body.

"Please stop!" He heard her shriek.

"Khushi, where are you?!" He wailed desperately, his whole frame was shaking, tears streaming down his cheeks, the screaming echoing in his mind.

Suddenly he heard the sound of a cracking bullwhip, silencing her shrieking. His breath hitched. "K-Khushi?" he stammered, lips quivering, fervently longing to hear her voice.

"Did you hear that slap?" A silky voice questioned from the phone, freezing Arnav's insides. Arnav felt the sting of the slap spread to his body. Khushi was in trouble, was paining, and it was his entire fault.

"Please-Please, don't hurt her," Arnav croaked, he had now sunk to the ground, one trembling hand covering his face, the other holding the key to her life. He would have to be tactful, give them what they desired.

"What do you want?" he asked robustly.

The voice on the other line laughed wickedly.

"Your name?"

"Arnav Singh Raizada." He answered without any hesitation.

The voice gave a deep "yes" as if Arnav was merely confirming.

Was this planned? Arnav thought, his pulse quickening.

"Do you have a pen and paper?" The voice asked, mocking him. Arnav's eyebrows pulled together, he sprinted to the car, his fingers fumbling.

"Yes," Arnav replied.

The voice instructed Arnav to write down bank account details.

"Transfer ten lakhs into this account, if it's not done by sunrise, we will kill her." The last words drilled into his mind and a lump forming in his throat.

"Wait!" Arnav said hysterically, "I want to hear her voice..."

"Sure!" The voice replied in mock enthusiasm, there was a muffled sound, and then pin-drop silence.

" H-hello?" Came her voice, higher than usual, a stutter indeed present.

"Khushi!" His voice was gruff, eyes glistening with tears. "Are you okay? W-why were you sc-screaming?" Matching her quavering.

"It's fine, I'm fine," she was breathing quick and shallow, "I love you Arnav-ji." Her voice was muffled, her voice cracking, but he heard her very clearly.

"I love you too Khushi, I love you so so much." Arnav replied, his voice shaking. "I'm sorry, Khushi, I shouldn't have told you to get out the car, if I didn't none of this would have happened," burying his head in his hand, clawing at his face, tears rolling down his cheeks. The regret hit him harder than ever, throwing him on his knees.

"Arnav-ji, no, don't," if she was with him, she would cradle his cheek, wipe his tears and tell him everything would be okay.

"I'm going to get you out of there Khushi, don't worry."

"I know," he could tell she was wearing a watery smile, clinging on to the thread of hope he had wheeled out for her, wheeled out for himself. The line went dead. Despite the dead tone, Arnav yelled, "Khushi! Khushi!" After the only answer to his call was the dead tone, the rustling of the leaves, and his car engine did he finally press the red button on his phone, the paleness of his skin clashing terribly with it.

He needed to quickly transfer the money. With shaky fingers he pressed buttons on his phone and placed it to his ear.

"Hello, Aman?"

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"I've done what you've wanted, now let me take her," Arnav pleaded into the phone. He was already in the car, the engine on.

"Okay, meet me on Kipple Street, in the hut." The voice replied.

The black blanket hung high above Arnav, the whirls of bold grey acting as its companion, the blowing of the wind, foretelling a storm was to come.

He raced through the streets, cursing every red traffic light that delayed him. He was finally going to meet her, in spite of the circumstance he was in; he couldn't help but feel a little lighter, exhilaration bumped in his veins. Everything would be okay, he would be with her soon, and that was the only light that brightened the dark clouds.

He braked in front of the hut, it looked like it had been abandoned for years, there was a pale yellowish light coming from one room, the rest of the house was bathed into darkness. He strode towards the door, should he knock?

His questioned was answered as the door was pulled open, startling him. A man with a sharp nose, auburn coloured hair stood there, a gun in his hand. For a moment they stared at each other, the stranger indicated for him to come in. He shut the door behind them.

"Is s-she here?"

"Yes, she's in that room," so this was the man who was the owner of the voice on the phone. Arnav eyes darted to the door where he had indicated. There was a window on the door...if he could just step a little bit forward, he would be able to look and see if-

"Not so fast," the man said, raising his gun, clearly feeling like a king with his weapon, he smirked at Arnav's defencelessness and called out, "Boss! He's here."

Arnav's head whipped to his left side, a figure came out, brining a sense of cold air with him, even though no window was open, was that possible? The mysterious figure was dressed in complete black, a mask hiding his face. Arnav stared. "I want to see her," panic now rising, was this a trap?

"Calm down," the toad-like man said, he looked at the black figure who was staring at Arnav, he gave a side-glance to his employee and nodded. "Here look in the window you can see she's there." Arnav darted forward, through the stained window he saw her. She was lying down, eyes closed, her hair covering the right side of her face, her red saree crumpled, bruises clearly present on her bare arms.

"What have you done to her?" Arnav growled, anger rising in his gut.

"Oh shut up," the man said, raising his gun again. "She's just asleep. Boss has he transferred the money?"

The figure pulled out a phone.

He nodded.

"Right, you can see her," as Arnav sprinted forward for the door, the two men simultaneously raced for the front door, and Arnav swore he heard a cackle.

Arnav bolted open the door, there she was. Khushi. His princess. Sleeping. He walked up to her slowly. A smile slowly spreading on his face.

"Khushi," he whispered to her, almost feeling bad for waking her.

Her eyes were still closed.

Typical. He thought.

He kneeled down next to her. His hand extended. He slowly reached to touch her cheek.

Ready to feel the warmth of her skin.

To see the blush on her cheeks, which would always appear every time he was near her.

But that's not what happened.

Her cheek, cold as ice, matching his insides. He withdrew his hand rapidly.

His eyes stinging, his throat dry.

" Khushi, jaan? Get up for me please?" He trembled, tears making there way over the brim of his eyes.

There was no response, her angelic features didn't move, he tried to hug her, only to find her body to slump to one side. His hands were shaking.

"Open your eyes Khushi! Open your eyes!" He cried. But he was left with no reponses. "Wake up, Khushi, come on!" He shouted at her lifeless form. His breath was frantic at this point. A sob came from his chest.

The light that had once illuminated his world was now gone. Leaving him in total darkness. He was lost. And couldn't, wouldn't be found ever again.

Slowly, he cradled her face to his chest, his sobs echoing the painful twilight.

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The pain figure looked at the hut behind him, slowly took off his mask and let out his snake-like sneer. The deed had been done, ending two lives in one night. "I told you, Khushi-ji, you will be either mine or nobodies". Shyaam strode forward, it really was the perfect plan, he had killed Khushi, leading to the destruction of Arnav. What now did Arnav have to live for? His love? His money? All had been snatched away from him, by the hands of this devil.

Please tell me what you think and I am sorry if it hasn't lived up to your expectations x

Originally posted by: princessunara

wow!! that was...unexpected!! but amazingly written!!!

is she truly gone? will u continue? or is it life long regret for Arnav?