REMEMBERANCE
Prologue
The painting hung low, the wall behind it a dark crimson, the color of passion of love'..of blood
A woman stood alone in the restricted section of the private art room'for professionals'
Her pale translucent sari illuminated the whole room in the faint glow of an oil lamp, rather mysteriously
Her chiseled features reflected in the maddening swirls of colors, too many colors, this is crazy, thought she, that by then she resented all colors, for there were none in her life'
Her face was a void of any emotion, but her eyes, her eyes were hollow and haunted. Ready to suck everything in, deep sorrow, endless pain, and blind faith.
She lifted her dainty hand and touched the painting in front of her, he had done it just for her, for her love of colors'she closed her eyes in agony unable to handle the hurt crushing her again and again and again. She turned away, hazel eyes brimming with tears unshed and walked out to the dark corridor that took her away from life; from him 'she followed the faint light that led her to reality'..
Miles away'
A young nurse runs across the pristinely white hospital hallway'screaming for the doctor in charge of room 103'.
The bulb outside the OT flashed green'
Inside there was a havoc of oxygen cylinders of cardiograms and god-knows-what medical equipment'
'No hurry we are losing him'CPR now!!'
'But he is too weak''
No we can't afford to stand idle''start the CPR on the count of 3'1 2 3 charge'
No pulse
'Once more 1 2 3 '
Still no pulse
'Come on you have to do it'last try'we can't lose him'1 2 3'
Beep''
'Doctor that's a pulse'
'Yes a pulse'.'
'urh aaah ..khu- kh khushiii'''.' The patient groaned in the hands of morphine
'Sir he is responding'after all these days'
'Yes I know, love and its miracles'
'What now sir?'
He is waking up, but sedate him for now; he will be in pain''
'Do you think he will remember?'
He will' he has to'..'
Chapter 1
Life is what you make it, no less no more.
For a person who has gone through more than anyone else almost twice her age, Khushi still believed this. For her it was always destiny, destiny that she met him, destiny she fell in love destiny they loved cherished and lived and destiny that took it all back quite brutally. And for now her days passed in the blind faith that destiny would return what she had lost,
Different people have different ways of coping; some lose belief some hang on to it, some forget some remember but something common in all of these is that time heals all of the wounds. But some cases are different'
Khushi sat near the window, in front of the beautiful dark ebony grand piano, her hands moving flawlessly on the ivory keyboard, enthralling sorrowful music filled the foyer.
Every day was a chore, to smile to laugh to breathe to live'why was it so hard? The answer was simple time doesn't heal what is truly felt it only disguises'and she realized this not very late but the very next day of the fateful news.
Khushi was her name, she couldn't spread anguish she was happiness, and she sought to fulfill it every passing second
'Mami, I am home!!' a startled Khushi immediately stopped playing and turned just in time to see a flash of pink and blue hurled at her.
'Sammy princess how was your day???' she asked in a baby voice kissing her niece Samira Singh Raizada on each cheek and blowing a raspberry at her.
'Mami don't use that bay voice on me'.I'm 4 years old''she said irate at her Mami's antics holding up 4 four of her chubby little fingers to prove her point.
'Oh I am so sorry my young lady, would like a cookie???' she smiled at her and led her to the kitchen.
'With Choc chips please' Sammy said settling herself on the high stools with Khushi's help and waited patiently.
'So there you are little tornado, Grammy has been looking all over for you' walked in a heavily pregnant Anjali , she smiled at Khushi warmly.
'What did I tell you about pestering Mami with your overly cheery self? You must let her some peace once every while.' Reprimanded Anjali as she too sat beside her daughter
'Hi baby bro'I am gonna call u Chottey just like mamma used to call Mamu'do u like the name??' Sammy talked to the baby bump completely ignoring her mother
Khushi turned in a flash dropping the mug she was holding into the sink with a loud resonating clang.
Anjali stared in horror at her sister in laws turned back waiting'
'He will love it very very much Sammy, just like your Mamu does,' Khushi turned to them with a soft smile on her face, and Anjali noticing the tense of her words, sighed inwardly. Reality was hard to face.
'Come Sammy let Mami practice for her concert, it's her big day tomorrow, you don't want her to be scared do you?' Anjali ushered a cookie faced Sammy out of the room, letting Khushi have her space
'Yes I want to talk to my lil brother, Mami don't be scared you're the best pianist ever'' she jumped up to give her beloved Mami a kiss and ran out of the room. A flash of pink and blue.
Khushi sat on the counter top her eyes focused on a dark red stain on the windowsill, his mark'
'Arnav, let me cook'.do you want to starve everyone today???' Khushi yelled at her fianc, her face pink and hands covered in dough.
'Who is stopping you from cooking? You do your job and let me do mine' he shot back, his snow white tee now so stained that it was all other colors except white.
'I was only suggesting you take it to a more appropriate venue than the kitchen, I don't want paint in the cake I bake'' Khushi said, her voice rose a little with each word she said.
'I would have gladly done just that but you are here' he explained stressing each word
'also I think your cooking would at least look better if it had little paint on it'
He added with his trade mark smirk.
Khushi's eyes went round as saucers her mouth forming a perfect O..
'you'Arnav!!! That was very very mean'and now you pay''she screamed and chased him around the kitchen throwing random stuffs at him, carrots forks and finally a knife.
Arnav ducked just in time to save his neck'
'Khushi, sweet heart you need me alive and healthy for our wedding at the least don't you think??' he asked nonchalantly nibbling on a carrot she had just hurled at him. She looked at his relaxed posture leaning against the fridge, that lazy smirk still in place.
'Arnav!!...'she sighed exasperated 'it's almost close to 5 do you realize that?? Di and jiju will be coming over in less than an hour, at least be a bit more presentable''
'Come on khush!! Di has seen me in nappies, it isn't gonna make any difference to her' he said turning back to the half finished painting near the window
'besides I need this done by tomorrow.'
Khushi stared at his back, great he had officially ruined her mood to cook and here he was working on yet another master piece of the great Arnav sigh Raizada,
She couldn't help but smile as she looked at his glorious face, his glinting chocolate brown eyes that she loved to drown in, the five o clock scruff, the pouty lips she loved to taste and yes the magnificent way his hand world on paper, swirling colors perfect sync. Oh how she loved him, she felt as though her heart would burst with her love for him'unable to take it anymore, she hugged him from back.
His face lit up with a smile and he quickly turned to face her, capturing those luscious lips in his, he kissed her fully thoroughly, his arms holding her close, her hands buried in his hair, until'
The loud shrill of the pressure cooker bought them out of the heated arousing session they were in. both jumped and arnavs hand knocked a bottle of crimson . they watched as it toppled over and spread a deep red mark on the freshly painted window sill too shocked to speak until finally Khushi burst into fits of laughter which he joined in.
In the arms of the one you love, everything feels a little bit better'
Khushi stared at the very same stain, that witnessed their love their passion, tears streaming relentlessly from those tantalizing hazel orbs'
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