Khushi stood in the middle of their room, another tear making its over the brim of her eyes, as the DNA report card flashed in her mind, confirming that Aarav was Arnav-ji's son, the feeling of being betrayed burning through her.
"Khushi?" Arnav called strolling into the room, hands in his pockets.
His casual manner seemed to fuel the anger that was seeping through her, the effect of the hurt and pain.
She closed her eyes in frustration, her jaw clenched.
One look at her expression he immediately took his hands out of his pockets, trying to remember if he had done anything irritating lately. Not that he could think of.
"Khushi...?" He asked, cautiously.
Her eyes snapped opens, she marched over, slamming the door behind him, initiating the fresh tears to shed.
"Wha-"
"Why didn't you tell me?" She demanded, voice strained, her hands gripping the sides of her face, as she turned towards him.
"Tell you what?" He asked, confused, "Khushi, why are you cryin-"
"That Aarav is your son!"
Arnav stood there for a second, the words actually freezing him for a second, what the hell?
"See! See! I knew it!" The tears were not falling thick and fast down her cheeks as she let out a frustrated groan, stomping away from the little space that was between them, only for Arnav to completely enclose it as he grabbed her wrist, bringing her backwards so their noses were nearly touching.
"What did you say?"
"Let go!"
"What did you say?" He shouted, stunning Khushi for a milli-second, only for the rage to overtake her.
"That Aarav is your son!" She spat.
"And what the hell makes you say that?"
She was silent, her eyes looking up at his, anger burning deep.
He looked at the paper bunched in her hand and snatched it. "What's this?" he asked curtly, his eyes quickly scanning the paper. His eyes suddenly grew wide, disappointment etching into his system.
"You.. You got a DNA test done?" he whispered.
Although the DNA report certainly showed that Aarav was his son, Khushi couldn't help but want him to deny it, to deem it all a lie, but Arnav just stood there motionless, not even looking at her.
"I-is it true?" The anger seemed to have evaporated, replacing it with panic, her heart racing at his silence, she joined his gaze of looking away from the person in front of him.
"What does it matter, you've already decided what you want to believe for yourself." He sharply replied.
"Well the DNA report sho-"
"To hell with the DNA report!" He bellowed, leading Khushi to back away from him, her back hitting against the closed door. "How can you even think that I would have a son with Sheetal?"
"I didn't think-"
"No you presumed-"
"That's not fair-"
"What's not fair is that you think I have a son!" He grabbed her upper arms, shaking her harshly, as if shaking out a good enough reason for why she could do something like that, only for the air to be filled with broken pieces of trust, as if she had slashed away at it.
He looked around to see if he could any fragments of it remaining.
Khushi shook her head, sending a sprinkle of her tears towards him, had she been set up? "I-I thougt t-th-that-"
"Shut up!" He roared, sending his heart to die slowly as his words seemed to shoot a hole through it.
His grip on her was too tight, numbing its feeling as the pain of his words doubled.
"If you don't trust me then fine! Maybe I should go with Sheetal!" Not meaning his words.
He let go of her, once again, storming out of the door, sending her sprawling on the floor.
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