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prologue
the bus came out of nowhere. it hurtled down the narrow lane at reckless speed, weaving from side to side, a storm of dry afternoon dust in its wake, a frenzied behemoth on a rampage.
he saw it before her. there was no time to lose.
"khushi!"
why did her name always sound so different on his tongue, a need in it, an excitement, a feeling like no other, that "kh" as he exhaled and carried her name on his breath.
swiftly he moved, arm slicing the air, pushing her out of the way. she fell backward startled, winded by the force of his push. what was...
and a silence fell across the world.
before her eyes a large metal monster in blue and white raced straight toward arnav singh raizada and no, it didn't stop. it made contact with his supple, intense body and continued to move. the impact threw him up and out. she watched as his body flew, was she really seeing this, but there he was still moving in an arc through the air, the hot, blazing afternoon glare of delhi's 3 o'clock sun in june wrapping around his arched frame, unable to stop the flight.
then he fell on the hard charcoal gray asphalt, where steam rose from the surface, a shimmery layer about six inches high, floating endlessly just above the ground... time for mirages, this heat before the rains.
but that was no mirage.
arnavji... yes, arnavji was lying there. still. he wasn't moving at all. and something dark red had just begun to flow on to the bitumen gray.
"arnavji," her breath shivered on his name, a chill she'd not known before grasping her hands, clutching her heart, freezing her thoughts. she stood up without realising she had and started to run toward him, she must reach him, she must, but what was happening, why were her legs not carrying her forward? and what was that dark red thing?
was it time for holi? and who were these people running toward her... reaching him. no no, leave him alone, she wanted to scream, i am coming, i know what he needs. he doesn't like to be touched by strangers. he is going to get very angry if he he sees this. you can't handle his gussa...
the sun grew more orange and hot white.
a desire stalked the air, what did it want. and why was he so still? and where was all sound, she couldn't hear a thing.
without you
as second anniversary approached, a series of disturbing shots of the "death" scene were suddenly all over the net. of course, it all rattled the h out of me like everyone else. and yet, a sudden desire to enter that moment i so feared... to see what was there, got me. i have started this story, no idea what you will make of it. hope to update this weekend, fingers crossed. i haven't written much fiction, but it is anniversary time and i'd like to give it a try. your honest opinion always looked forward to.
index
thread 1
prologue chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4
chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7 chapter 8 chapter 9
chapter 10 chapter 11 chapter 12 chapter 13
thread 2
chapter 14 chapter 17 chapter 20 chapter 23
chapter 15 chapter 18 chapter 21 chapter 24
chapter 16 chapter 19 chapter 22 chapter 25
thread 3
chapter 28 chapter 29 chapter 30 chapter 31
chapter 32 chapter 33 chapter 34 chapter 35
chapter 36 chapter 37 chapter 38 chapter 39
chapter 40 epilogue
the bus came out of nowhere. it hurtled down the narrow lane at reckless speed, weaving from side to side, a storm of dry afternoon dust in its wake, a frenzied behemoth on a rampage.
he saw it before her. there was no time to lose.
"khushi!"
why did her name always sound so different on his tongue, a need in it, an excitement, a feeling like no other, that "kh" as he exhaled and carried her name on his breath.
swiftly he moved, arm slicing the air, pushing her out of the way. she fell backward startled, winded by the force of his push. what was...
and a silence fell across the world.
before her eyes a large metal monster in blue and white raced straight toward arnav singh raizada and no, it didn't stop. it made contact with his supple, intense body and continued to move. the impact threw him up and out. she watched as his body flew, was she really seeing this, but there he was still moving in an arc through the air, the hot, blazing afternoon glare of delhi's 3 o'clock sun in june wrapping around his arched frame, unable to stop the flight.
then he fell on the hard charcoal gray asphalt, where steam rose from the surface, a shimmery layer about six inches high, floating endlessly just above the ground... time for mirages, this heat before the rains.
but that was no mirage.
arnavji... yes, arnavji was lying there. still. he wasn't moving at all. and something dark red had just begun to flow on to the bitumen gray.
"arnavji," her breath shivered on his name, a chill she'd not known before grasping her hands, clutching her heart, freezing her thoughts. she stood up without realising she had and started to run toward him, she must reach him, she must, but what was happening, why were her legs not carrying her forward? and what was that dark red thing?
was it time for holi? and who were these people running toward her... reaching him. no no, leave him alone, she wanted to scream, i am coming, i know what he needs. he doesn't like to be touched by strangers. he is going to get very angry if he he sees this. you can't handle his gussa...
the sun grew more orange and hot white.
a desire stalked the air, what did it want. and why was he so still? and where was all sound, she couldn't hear a thing.
without you
as second anniversary approached, a series of disturbing shots of the "death" scene were suddenly all over the net. of course, it all rattled the h out of me like everyone else. and yet, a sudden desire to enter that moment i so feared... to see what was there, got me. i have started this story, no idea what you will make of it. hope to update this weekend, fingers crossed. i haven't written much fiction, but it is anniversary time and i'd like to give it a try. your honest opinion always looked forward to.
index
thread 1
prologue chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4
chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7 chapter 8 chapter 9
chapter 10 chapter 11 chapter 12 chapter 13
thread 2
chapter 14 chapter 17 chapter 20 chapter 23
chapter 15 chapter 18 chapter 21 chapter 24
chapter 16 chapter 19 chapter 22 chapter 25
thread 3
chapter 28 chapter 29 chapter 30 chapter 31
chapter 32 chapter 33 chapter 34 chapter 35
chapter 36 chapter 37 chapter 38 chapter 39
chapter 40 epilogue
stories
ff: not cut out for love
os: no media, please.
os: break of day
os: the chance of a kiss
os: a monsoon story
os: what does the night say
os: by my side
os: arnavji goes to sasural
os: cloudburst
os: hats off
ff: not cut out for love
os: no media, please.
os: break of day
os: the chance of a kiss
os: a monsoon story
os: what does the night say
os: by my side
os: arnavji goes to sasural
os: cloudburst
os: hats off
note:
arnav singh raizada and khushi kumari gupta are beautiful characters conceived and created by the writers, actors, directors, producers of iss pyaar ko kya naam doon. while watching them across 398 episodes of this daily serial, somewhere the characters started becoming part of my life, and began to belong to me. i thank the original creators for a lend of the two characters as i weave my own tales about them. thanks also for all the other players. these stories are written just for pleasure and involve no commercial gain, but have to say the enjoyment is priceless.
arnav singh raizada and khushi kumari gupta are beautiful characters conceived and created by the writers, actors, directors, producers of iss pyaar ko kya naam doon. while watching them across 398 episodes of this daily serial, somewhere the characters started becoming part of my life, and began to belong to me. i thank the original creators for a lend of the two characters as i weave my own tales about them. thanks also for all the other players. these stories are written just for pleasure and involve no commercial gain, but have to say the enjoyment is priceless.
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki
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