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Hello readers. This is my first time writing a fan fiction. I am nervous because I know we have a lot of Arhi fans on this forum. I couldn't help my self and wrote a short one shot.
"Invisible"
This is my love story. I have grown through the years and so have my feelings for a certain someone. I thought that it would be ideal to share my fairytale with the rest of you.
Age 5: Amma and Babuji brought a new friend home today. I don't think he has his Amma and Babuji. I asked them if he was my friend and they said yes. But I don't like him. He is stealing my toys and hiding them from me. I wish I was a boy instead of a girl so that I can hit him.
Age 10: I finally found out what happened to his parents today. With my constant pestering he finally snapped. I watched his eyes glisten with unshed tears and rage as he told me his story. The tale of his monster like father and angelic mother.
Age 15: I see him in a different light. He will be going to London tonight further studies to make his dream become a reality. He will be leaving me just like that. Does he not feel anything for me ?
Age 20: Its been 5 full years. He is coming back today to expand his thriving fashion empire. I will be seeing him later in the day. This unknown joy is making me feel weightless, almost giddy. Will he finally see me ? Is this unknown love or something else entirely ?
I watch as he stepped in the vast grounds of Shantivan and leaving his Mercedes Benz behind from my balcony. Our visiting relatives rushed forward to greet him. The older women brought a thaal to welcome him back along with the questions of his marital status. Their daughters lustfully appreciating his Adonis like beauty. The older men tried to talk business with him but he was empire was no match for petty no ones. The only thing that he noticed was his beloved sister, Anjali. The brother, his sister and her husband stepped into Shantivan as my mother and father granted him blessings.
I rushed to the top of the staircase and stood hidden in a crevice along the wall where no would notice me but where I can watch everyone. I stayed where I was and shamelessly roamed my eyes over his full lips, the hard contours of his jaw, his penetrating chocolate colored eyes and his lean form. I slowly crept out of my hiding spot and made my way down the stair. I tried my best to stay quite but my payals gave me away. As heads turned to see who the intruder was, I ducked my head in embarrassment. By now most of the friends and relatives have left but they will be back later tonight for the welcome back part along with business associates and others.
I clutched my phone in nervousness as I came to stop in front on my family and him.
" Bitiya, come and say hello " came Babuji's voice.
I was afraid that my voice would crack but I mustered up the courage to mutter " Hello Arnavji ".
" Hey Khushi " came his deep beautiful, accented voice. I snapped my head up in surprise. All I could think was he didn't forget my name ! Most importantly he didn't forget me ! As my hazel eyes clashed with brown ones I could feel my cheeks flush pink.
My phone vibrated in my hand. This was my chance to escape I thought. But Devi Maiya had other plans for me. I made an excuse and hastily exited the living room to check my message .
"Meet me by the poolside in 5 mins" -Arnav
My first thought was how in the hell did he get my number! Devi Maiya raksha karna.
I nervously made my way to the poolside and when I reached my destination it turns out that I was here before Arnav. I made myself comfortable on the deck chair and got lost in my musing of college, friends, the project that was due a week from today... " Khushi " came his voice.
I turned to meet him. As his took a step towards me, I took one backwards. We continued this dance till I realized I was about to fall in to water below me. I clenched my eyes in anticipation as I waited for the fall into the cool waters but it never came. Instead two arms came to my rescue and pulled me up. Arnav's hands started their journey to rest on my waist and my hands clung to his shirt. Then I heard those 4 magical words.
" I love you, Khushi ". That was all the assurance that I needed. I raised my hands to the back of his neck, knotted my fingers and gave a slight tug. This was all the permission that he needed. His lips came crashing down on mine as my eyes closed in pleasure.
Age 23: Mine is an ever so complicated love story. I am in love with a man 2 years older than me and he in love with me. I have no complains except that he is a little childish at times but who am I to say anything for he would say the same about me.
-This is a beautiful tale of Arnav, Khushi, and their love.
Hello again readers !!!! So how was it! Please comment and like below ! All criticism is welcome whole heartedly ! If you like it then then please do recommend it to other readers.
Anupamaa
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