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"Oh...you are looking for Khushi. Come in, I will call her" replying, he kept the door open for the stranger who was looking for his wife and went inside to call his wife.

Here I am talking about Khushi's husband, the stranger was looking for his(Khushi's husband) wife. It was not the stranger's thought.

Hope that clears few things. And now go through Part 2 and please do read the IMPORTANT NOTE below :)

And one more thing, grey one is flashback :)

Part 2

"I want you back..."

The four words rang in her head, blurring her vision for a moment. She supported her weight against her husband, her legs no longer supporting her.

"I want you back"

"I want you back"

A shiver ran down her spine. He was standing there, in front of her. His features tensed, drench from head to toe. His face ... expressionless ... as always, But that eyes...that eyes. Khushi found herself hiding behind her husband. His eyes were warning her, daring her to deny him. She very well knows that look. A look of a combatant, who fights till his foe falls on his knees and begs for some mercy.

"Excuse me?"

Arnav looked at the man in front of him.

"You heard me the first time, Mr..."

"Rudra ... Rudra Ranawat...And I think you should leave my house. My wife isn't comfortable around you..." Rudra's voice was soft but laced with warning.

Arnav looked at him, a lewd smile playing on his lips.

"Not comfortable around me? Is that so Khushi?" Arnav asked to the timid girl hiding behind her husband.

Khushi's shocked eyes jerked up to look at him. Coming out from her husband's shield, she joined her hands.

"Hum...hum haath jodte hai...aap yaha se chale jaeeye,...please, Arnav ji.." Her voice was a plea.

Arnav looked at her, his eyes softening.

"Khushi...see...I...I...am sorry for everything I said ...but now I want you back...come with me..." Arnav extended his hand towards her.

Khushi's scandalized eyes looked at the man in front of her, stun at his audacity.

"Arnav ji...I...I..am married ..please leave now..."

"YOU ARE MARRIED, THAT'S NOT MY BLOODY PROBLEM DAMMIT!!!!" his thunderous voice rang in the apartment.

Khushi jumped in her skin, the tears spilling out from her eyes.

"Mr., lower you voice and leave my place right now!!" Rudra took a step ahead, his angry eyes boring holes in him.

"YOU!! You don't have a say in this. You don't know about us, so just..."

"He knows..."

Arnav looked at Khushi.

"What?" Arnav asked.

"He knows everything. I have told him everything." Khushi replied, her eyes downcast, head spinning as all the events taking a toll on her.

"That's good , isn't it? That will spare me the detail of our relationship. So Mr.Ranawat, as you know what relationship we share, I want Khushi back now. There was a misunderstanding between us but now everything is fine. She was mad at me so she married you. She doesn't want all this...it's just that..."

"Who told you I don't want to marry him?" Khushi looked at the mad man in front of her. "Arnav ji, please...I want you to leave. I am married now and..."

"So do you think, an institution I don't believe in can stop me from getting what I want?!" his voice threatening.

"WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?!! I AM MARRIED. HOW CAN YOU SAY ALL THIS IN FRONT OF MY HUSBAND?!"

"HE IS NOTHING TO YOU! DO YOU GET ME?! NOTHING!" Arnav bellowed, his breathing heavy.

"Please...please Arnav ji...leave me alone...I don't have anything to do with you...please just go and let me live in peace..please.." Khushi pleaded.

"Khushi...don't say that...listen to me.." Arnav took a step closer to her, only to be blocked my Rudra and it didn't take a second for Arnav's hand to catch his collar.

"No! Leave him...I said leave him, Arnav ji!!" Khushi shouted.

But instead of listening to her, he tightened his hold on his collar.

"HOW DARE YOU?! I TOLD YOU STAY AWAY! YOU HAVE GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH ALL THIS! SO HOW DARE YOU STOP ME?!!"

"Leave him...please leave him...Arnav ji, I don't want you in my life...I am married now, I can never come back. Why is this so difficult to understand?" Khushi frantically fought to release his hold on Rudra's collar.

Catching hold of Arnav's hand, Rudra yanked it away from his collar.

"Mr., Enough of your madness. I want you to leave my house, right now.."

But ignoring Rudra, Arnav walked towards Khushi.

"Khushi...see...I...I am really sorry...I am sorry for whatever I did and said...But you can't punish me this way, Khushi...see I am sorry...I am ready to take any punishment but not this...just come back to me...I promise to never repeat my mistake...I...I am begging you Khushi...Please...I can't see you with anyone...I..please...come with me...please...please Khushi..." Arnav pleaded. Like a mad man he wanted what he think is his. And for that he is ready to threatened, plead and even beg.

Khushi just stood there numb, the tears flowing down freely. She don't know what to say. There's no going back to him. She is married now.

"Khushi?"

Khushi looked to her left, to her husband.

"Khushi..do...do you want to go back to him?" Rudra asked in a soft voice, his heart thudding inside his chest. Fear of losing everything before it starts, griping his heart painfully.

Khushi looked at him, shocked. Here was the man who was trying to give her everything, even his heart without expecting anything. And in front of her was the man who only wanted to take, without giving anything in return. One side was the man who was trying to mend the shattered pieces in her and the other side was the man who had tried his best to break her. One side was the man whose eyes were full of love for her, and the other side was the man whose eyes reflect only madness, a madness to possess her.

One side was her husband and the other side was the man who meant nothing now.

And the decision was made.

"Khushi come ..." Arnav extended his hand.

Khushi looked at the extended hand, her eyes fixed at the hand and then at her husband, who wasn't looking at her. She lifted her hand.

And Arnav saw his world, for the second time, collapse in front of him.

"Khushi?"that was all he was able to say.

Khushi tightened her hold on her husband's hand.

"He is my husband...I...I can't leave him. You may not believe in marriage but I do. So please leave my house...and..and never come back again.." Khushi said in a low voice.

Arnav looked at the couple in front of him.

Couple?

His inside screamed. Fury like never before rushed through his every vein, burning everything inside. She wants to live with her husband. She is rejecting him? How can she? How?

He was like a man possessed, possessed by only one need. Khushi. He wanted her back, at any cost. And he will get her back, at any cost. No one can stop him!

"Khushi.." he closed his eyes, praying for some control. "Khushi...see fight happens...that doesn't mean that you leave...see...I swear on you ...I will never hurt you again...I swear Khushi...you know I love you...please come back to me...you know I can't live without you...you know Khushi...why ...why you did this Khushi?...but...but let it be...what's done is done...come with me...Don't worry about anything...I can handle everything...I can handle everyone...just come with me...I ..please...please I beg you...I can't see you with anyone, dammit!! It's killing me...it's killing me Khushi...please..." he begged, seeing his life slipping away from his hand.

Khushi cried, her head downcast, listening to his plea. She can't ... he was the one who asked her to get out of his life than why is he doing this now, when she is trying to forget her past.

Arnav looked at her downcast head, shaking her head, denying him yet again. A bile rouse from the pit of his stomach, anger at himself and everyone out there. And he did what he was best at.

"So...you choose him...But...but what about you, Mr.Ranawat? Will you accept a girl who was in a physical relationship with me..."

Khushi's hand slipped away from Rudra's. Her red and hurt eyes looked at the man in front of her. A nauseate feeling hit her, choking her throat.

"Arnav ji...why...why are you lying?" her voice was barely audible.

" I am not lying Khushi. It's you who is denying the truth." Arnav stood there, drench in his madness. No longer sense of what he was saying or doing. He was possessed. Possessed with only one need.

"No...you are lying..." she looked at her husband. "Rudra ji, he...he is lying...please don't believe him...he is lying Rudra ji..." she chanted, her head and eyes hurting.

"Why are you lying to him, Khushi? He should know the truth..."

Khushi slummed on the chair, no strength left to fight. And fight against whom? Arnav Singh Raizada? A man who never accepts his defeat, a man who always gets what he wants? A man who had not wasted a second before lying on her character?

"Mr. , leave my house otherwise I will be left with no choice but to call the police.."

Arnav looked at Rudra, smiling.

"Police? Do you know who I am? Arnav Singh Raizada." Arnav finished, as if his name itself was self explanatory.

"But for now, I will leave. Khushi be ready tomorrow, I will come to take you back.." with that last parting words, he left the house.

If lying gets him what he wants, what is his, then so be it. And about this night , he knows nothing will happen between them. He knows Khushi too well. As much she denies, he knows she still loves him and he will get her back.

Rudra knelt down before his wife.

"Khushi?"

Khushi lifted her dazed and damp eyes to look at him.

"I...he ...he was lying...please believe me...he was lying, Rudra ji...We...we never...believe me...I...I never.." she frantically shook her head, panicked.

"Shhh...I know...I know he was lying...shhh, khushi..." he rubbed her hand, which had turned all cold.

"I...I never...believe me...I never..."

"Shhh...shhh Khushi...I believe you...shhh..." he rubbed her back, trying to get her breath regular. "Khushi...clam down...don't panic...I know he was lying...shhh...no need to get panicked...I believe you...shhh..." he tried to calm her down but her strength had left her body, draining all her energy and soon she collapse against her husband, unconscious.

"Khushi?...Khushi...Khushi..." Rudra patted her cheek. Seeing her not responding, he picked her up and carried her to their room.

"Nothing major, Mr.Ranawat. She is weak and also stressed. I have given her the injection, just take care of her diet and ask her to not stress herself and everything will be fine" the Doctor assured Rudra.

"Thank you, Doctor"

Doctor nodded and left the room.

Rudra sat beside his wife. He looked at the weak and tiered face of her, the stains of tears visible on her pale face. Getting off the bed, he brought a wet towel. Taking his initial place, he cleaned her face.

He don't know what is in her that he found himself falling for her and then marrying her even after knowing her past, but after seeing the silent innocent girl, who very maturely explained everything about her past, he found himself falling more for her, and that time not for her beauty but for the equally beautiful heart she owns.

Bending over her he kissed her forehead.

"I believe you, Khushi...now please open your eyes.." he whispered softly and waited for her to open her eyes.

Khushi stirred in her sleep and Rudra was beside her in no time.

"Khushi?" he rested his hand on her cheek.

"No...believe me...believe me..please...I...I am not lying...please believe..." Khushi withered on the bed, her eyes still close.

"Khushi...Khushi open your eyes...I believe you, dear...calm down...Khushi, open your eyes..." Rudra patted her cheek, urging her to open her eyes.

Khushi tried to open her eyes, her eyes hurting.

"Khushi?...it's ok...everything is fine...nothing to worry..."

Khushi looked at his assuring smile.

"He ...he was lying Rudra ji..believe me...please.." Khushi sobbed.

"Shh...no more crying Khushi...I know he was lying...so stop worrying...and no need to be afraid...I am there with you..." catching her shoulder, he made her sit on the bed. "I will bring your bag, you go and change, ok? Till then I will see what we have in the kitchen.." kissing her forehead, he got up from the bed to do as said.

Khushi looked at his retreating back.

A fresh batch of tears took their route. How can he lie about that? How? And she...she had loved that man. How could she have loved that man? But no more...she is married now. She can't think of any other man. It's a sin. She can't do that. She will have to forget her past.

But what about him? She knows him too well. He ...he can do anything. And he had given a glimpse of that tonight.

That man is capable of doing anything.

Anything!

"Arnav ji, look at this..." Khushi flashed two anarkali dress in front of him, one yellow and the other green "Which one is nice?" Khushi asked, her beautiful smile gracing her face.

"The left one.." came the reply.

Khushi looked at him with a pout, who was busy in his phone.

"Arnav ji, atleast have a look before saying" Khushi tried to gain his attention.

"Khushi please,...first you dragged me all the way to this mall when I was suppose to attain an important meeting and now you are not allowing me to reply to some important mails" Arnav replied, still dipped in his phone.

"You never pay attention to me" Khushi stomped her foot. "If this will continue, then one day I will leave you and never come back.."

Arnav's fingers halted on the phone screen before carrying his work again.

"And then I will drag you back to me.." Arnav replied in his casual tone, as if leaving him was not at all an option.

Arnav's hand holding the glass containing the yellow liquid shook. His inebriated eyes fixed at the cream wall in front of him. A sudden ache rouse in his chest.

"I will drag you back Khushi...I will" he stumble off his chair and walked towards the bed.

"Husband...your husband..." Arnav let out a menacing laugh, his steps faltering. "You think he can stop me, me, Arnav Singh Raizada?" he fell on the bed. "No Khushi, he cannot...you know me.." he smiled. "Who better than you knows me?...You know I get what is mine...And you, my love...you are mine...only mine...no one can take you away from me...No one!"

He threw the glass against the wall, breaking it into thousand strands.

"You are my love, my life, my world, my khushi, my passion...my...mera junoon..."

His eyes dropped close, the alcohol allowing him the slumber.

IMPORTANT NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY ----(DO READ)

Ok, don't fly away after reading Khushi's husband's name, just pay little attention to the title, it reads "Arshi FF ", so ...rest assured.

All I want to say is have some patience, go with the flow of the story and have some faith in me. That's it and I can assure you that you will like this story. And I cannot write about my character before visualizing him/her, so for me Rudra is Ashish Sharma BUT you all are free to imagine anyone you like :)

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