Title: Was it supposed to end this way?
Language: English
Genre: Angst
Pairings: Khushi/Arnav/Sheetal
Word count: 641
Summary: I stare at him, my world crashing down, my heart and lungs burning, by just being able to breathe. Was it supposed to end this way?
"Who is it?" I finally ask.
"Sheetal," He whispers finally.
That bitch.
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I stare at him, my world crashing down, my heart and lungs burning, by just being able to breathe. Was it supposed to end this way?
My legs betray me as I fall on the sofa, one part of me still not being able to accept as true that this is really happening, and I cannot wake up to put an end to this living nightmare.
"Who is it?" I finally ask.
I dare to look in those beautiful brown eyes, which once had love for me. Now they were filled with sorrow, sadness, some self-loathing, guilt- but not love. No love for me. Not an ounce. It is painful because I am not accustomed to see anything but love in those eyes.
He looks down maybe unable to meet my eyes, but a smile forms on his lips in spite of himself.
"Sheetal," He whispers finally.
"Sheetal," I repeat like a parrot.
That bitch.
Realization dawns on me and I feel that I am being stabbed with thousand knives at the same time. But instead of crying, sobbing or bawling- I clutch my stomach and laugh, without a doubt looking like a maniac.
*Thud*
I fall, my hands on the ground, to prevent me from just lying down there.
He looks at the scene unfolding with a bewildered expression on his face. Maybe he is unable to decide to what to do. Make me sign the divorce papers first, or straight throw me in a mental asylum, I think bitterly.
I finally stand up; dust my clothes and try to show that I am not as affected as he thinks. I know I am failing miserably, but it's worth a shot, isn't it?
"I had a feeling this was going to happen," I admit sadly.
No use playing games.
"How... I mean- why?" He stammers, losing his macho composure for a moment.
I give him a bittersweet smile. "It wasn't hard, Arnav. It was becoming kind of obvious," he looks like he wants to interrupt, but I put up my hand to stop him, "Arnav, you coming home late, not eating especially what I make, those secret late night calls, unexpected business meetings, lipstick marks on your shirt, the feminine scent... I may be nave, but I'm not stupid," I point out.
He rubs his eyes, "For whatever it's worth, I don't regret marrying you," he whispers.
Like it makes a difference, I snort internally.
But I still smile once more; surprising him, "Give me those papers. Let's finish this. The sooner the better," I declare.
I almost want to start laughing again by looking at his expression. He is definitely surprised by my reaction. I mean this is not a topic to be calm about. I should be crying, throwing things and throwing tantrums and accusing him for breaking my heart.
But the truth is... I am not calm, composed or relaxed. My heart doesn't want to let go, as it will hurt too much. So, a layer of numbness surrounds my heart, and I for the first time in my life listen to my brain, which says that, how much ever it hurts, this is the right thing to do.
"Give them, Arnav."
I take a deep breath, my mind and heart have a war while the pen hovers, and I finally sign, claiming my pea-sized brain victorious sealing my fate.
Unable to take the pressure and the feeling to get out anymore, I abruptly stand up, and go towards our- no his room's door.
"Khushi..."
I stop midway, and whisper softly, "For whatever it's worth, I forgive you."
Maybe... it was supposed to end this way.
And without a second glance I get out and close the door, thus closing this chapter in my life, forever.
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This is my first OS on our beloved Arshi, so pleeease be considerate. 😳
But still, criticism is welcome. I want to keep improving my writing.😳
Thank you for reading! 😃
And sorry for the sucky title.😭
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