Arshi SS :: I Love My Arnav ji! Not You!!#3 . Thread 4 link up! - Page 49

Welcome back dear.
Lovely chapter. Loved the conversation between Khushi and Doc.

Awsm update dr lvd it update nxt part asap

A short one but good!!!!! Khushi is getting better and is now shedding her inhibitions of being with or talking to/ about Anjali!!!!! I never expected this angle to surface, but I guess I should have seen this coming!!!!! I just love Raphael's characterization, maybe a bit more than Arnav even... Hehe...

fabulous update !!! Raphael and Khushi's relation is so sweet and pure.. she came at 3 am to meet him and arnav brought her and arnav is all so cool about their relation that he is sleeping on Raphael's sofa while Raphael and khushi are talking.. good khushi got to know truth about Raphael.. but loved the easy camaraderie between Raphael, Khushi and Arnav.. loved the update..

awesome twist madam!!! 👍🏼 so Rafael like Anjali.. and told khushi don't know she is anjli... and now as khushi knows it... she wants to help him... I can see positive thing in this... I am sure, while helping Rafael she will get close to Anjali as well...

Loved it... Khshi trying to help Raphael... Will she make Anjali meet him n try n see if they can share each other's loneliness ...?

Welcome back
Superb update
Good to know that u will be updating often

Awesome update
Fab ff
It doesn't lose my interest

Awesome update
lovd it
lovd d bond b/w Khushi&Raphael
Nd Arnav s so cute in this update
Cntinue soon

Part 13.2

"Arnav ji?"

"hmmm?"

"Do you look for your Mamma in this garden, Arnav ji? Just like I look in stars?"

Arnav's hands halted, which was tending the plants. His head turned to his left side, to look at Khushi, who was trying to imitate his action. She didn't looked his way, too busy in tending the plant.

"Red roses are so beautiful flowers na Arnav ji? And Mamma's rose garden is so beautiful. I am sure Mamma was a very beautiful lady, wasn't she? She was fond of plants, right? Just like you. Was she short tempered too, just like you? " Khushi giggled. "Aapko kabhi maara hai kya unhone? Whom do you resemble more? Your Mamma or Babu ji? Hmm...I think your eyes are like Mamma and your nose, it's...it's like your Babu ji...I don't know. I have just seen their pictures. You tell me... " Khushi looked at Arnav ji, smiling. The smile vanished immediately as she took in his pale face and red eyes. She inched closer to him and kept her hand on his cheek.

"Arnav ji, I am sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I am sorry. It's ok if you don't want to talk about your parents." She hugged him, trying to comfort him. They stood there in their embrace for few minutes.

"I hate my parents."

Khushi pulled back to look at him, shocked to say the least.

"Arnav ji, what are you saying?" Khushi again tried to cup his face but Arnav moved back and instead caught her hands and made her sit on the stone bench.

"Let me complete, Khushi. Let me try. I want to tell everything ...let...let me try..." Arnav looked down at their joined hands and as he felt her hold on his hand tightened, he began.

"I...hate them...Mamma...she...she killed herself, Khushi. She committed suicide ...for a man who was cheating on her...she left us without thinking about me and Di. She...she just ...left? ...How can she do that? Didn't she loved me and Di? She only loved that man...who ...who cheating on her she... "

"It's not like that, Arnav ji. She loved you..she still does...how can a mother not love her children? It's impossible Arnav ji..." Khushi cupped his face, earnestly trying to make him understand.

"Yes...she loved me...but ...but not more than her husband...Was I just that to her?.. Her husband's son, whom she was obliged to love? And when she came to know her husband was cheating on her, she left, without thinking about me and Di? Were we nothing to her? Was she only a wife? Wasn't she a mother too? Was..." Arnav stopped, the rock like lump in his throat making talking a difficult task.

"It's ...it's not like that...Every mother loves their children...It's just that...that she loved your Babu ji more than you and Di...You can't blame her for that...It must have been too much for her... The pain would have been unbearable, Arnav ji...I know she was wrong in leaving you and Di...But ... but she was a wife too... She..." Khushi stopped as she saw him getting up from the bench, his breathing irregular and palms fisted in a ball.

"Don't call that man my father. He is not my father. And you are right? She was his wife. And when a wife saw her husband's true face that night, she decided to kill herself. Not caring that it was her daughter's wedding. Not caring that she has a son, who...who needs her...she was a wife...you are right. She was just a wife. Because if she was a mother, she would have never done what she did that night."

Khushi got up and made him look at her.

"Arnav ji, calm down. Forget everything. Mamma loves you, that's why she had written that letter to her daughter-in-law. She cared for you. She loves you. Her decision was wrong but it was a decision of a woman who was cheated by her husband, a broken woman. I am sure if she had seen any of her children before taking that decision, she would have never left you and Di. A mother can never do that to her children, Arnav ji. " Khushi hugged him. "She loves you. And you know she loves you, you know she is looking after you every minute. You know Arnav ji. That's why that day you asked me if your mother is happy looking down at you. Because you know she will be happy only when her children are happy. You know that, Arnav ji. She loves you. She loves both her children and also her daughter-in-law, for whom she had left that letter.? "

"I...I am not like my father, Khushi. I don't want to be like him...I am not, Khushi...I am not like him...Don't tell me I am like him...I have nothing like him...I am not like him..." Arnav buried his face in the crook of her neck as his salty water dampened Khushi's neck.

"I will not...you are not like him, ok? ..."Khushi tightened her hold on him and ran her soft fingers in his hair. "In fact your nose is like a dragon, always ready to spit fire" Khushi laughed and felt his lips stretch on her skin. Khushi smiled and held him close to her.

Arnav pulled away and looked at Khushi. He cupped her face.

"Khushi...Di...after Mamma left us...She was my only family...She loved me... Fought really hard so that I don't turn bitter towards life. But she lost that battle. For me, the only thing mattered was she. Her comfort, her happiness was the only thing that kept me going. I wanted to keep her happy at any cost... And I don't know if I was doing all that for her or for me. I don't want to lose her like Mamma. But I know she is like Mamma. You asked me if Mamma use to beat me. She never beat me, Khushi. She was just like Di. She always understood me. She always heard my unsaid words. Just like Di. And I wanted to keep Di with me, happy. Always. But that night, when I stood in that room, listening to shyam confessing his love for you. Shyam, a man whom my sister worships, loves more than anyone, I felt like...like my past is back again...and this time to snatch away my Di. ... And I desperately wanted to stop that...I can't bear losing her, Khushi. I love her. She is my Di, the only person whom I use to look up whenever I failed, whenever I thought I can't do it. And then...I... I married you forcefully.." Arnav looked at the tear that rolled down her cheek. He lifted his hand to wipe the tear.

"I am not saying this for any sympathy, Khushi... and not to justify whatever I had said and done to you...I am saying this because I want you to know me...Know why I did what I did. I just want to tell you...Nothing else... That day when I saw you hugging that man, I felt betrayed... I felt cheated, Khushi... I wanted to punish you...punish you for not loving me back...for cheating on me...And to save my Di and to punish you, who made my heart beat for her and then kill the same heart with her own hand, I married you. I wanted to hate you...how hard I tried to hate you...but to no avail...Every time I saw you in pain, I felt the pain too. On the wedding day I left you alone to take everyone's taunt because I was unable to bear that you were in that place because of me. And in turn you started hating me, or you tried to. And I hated you every single time you said you hate me...because that reminded me that you love someone else... And then I tried to hurt you more...punishing you for not loving me...I am sorry, Khushi...I am sorry...Will you forgive me? Please forgive me...I am not like my father...I am not, Khushi..."

"Shhh" Khushi kept her hand on his lips. "I don't want to hear all these...I just want to forget all that...like some nightmare...Help me forget that...Bas...I don't want anything else...I love you and I want you to love me...nothing more..." Khushi hugged him, burying her face in his chest.

"I will, Khushi...Anything you want...Just don't you ever leave me..."

"Arnav ji?" Khushi asked after few minutes of silence.

"Hmm" Arnav replied.

"Arnav ji...I...want to..." Khushi closed her eyes. "I want to go back home..."

Arnav pulled back and smiled at her.

"Come.." Arnav took her hand and was about to take a step towards the cottage when he felt Khushi not moving from her place.

"Khushi?"

"Arnav ji...I ...I was not talking about cottage...I...I want to go back home...RM..." Khushi said.

Arnav's shocked eyes looked at her.

"What?" Arnav stood in front of her. "Khushi, see I didn't tell you all these for..."

Khushi again stopped him by placing her hand on his mouth.

"And I am not taking this decision because you told me about your past...I want to go back because I WANT to go."

"But Khushi.."

"Please Arnav ji?"

Arnav studied her face for few seconds before nodding his head.

"Ok. But tomorrow. Today I want to be with you, only you. I want to make our last day in our cottage a special and memorable day for you. Can I?" Arnav asked.

Khushi nodded her head, smiling.

Arnav took her hand and they started towards the cottage. Arnav looked at Khushi as she walked with him. He is very happy today. Not because Khushi wanted to go back but because today she had addressed his sister as Di, which, lately, had become Anjali ji.

Raphael was right. She forgets herself in other's grief

Hope you all liked it. I am very very sorry for the late update. I just realized while seeing the date of last update, how late I am😆 So sorry. I was right at making the time table😉

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