Arshi FF - Hearts Knit Together #2 - Page 3

Arnav watched her petite form crumpled to the floor as she wept bitter tears of agony. His eyes remained unseeingly fixed on those precious pearls dripping out of her red puffy eyes. His heart felt constricted inside his chest as he glanced at her swollen fingers baring the burnt marks grotesquely. He cursed himself a several hundred times for causing her pain and shouting at her the way he did.

He was shocked out of his wits when she was bending to touch his feet. What was she trying to do? Countless Ladies ran behind him, trying to entrap him into their vindictive clutches, win him over in the game of seduction. Wasn't their moves similar to what Khushi did? That moment, he couldn't fathom estimate her line of thinking and driven at the edge by impulse, couldn't help but scream at her. But now looking at his feet, he had the answers to all his questions.

She was only wishing to tend to the burnt marks at his feet and that, he regretfully concluded, she only thought of his furtherance. Perhaps he had lost his nous and feel of excruciating pain at her slightest of touches but she hadn't. She very well noticed that the oil had splashed over his feet and legs too.

She was trying to help him heal and he acted so ruthless, behaved so ridiculously. Indubitably, he was ashamed of his deed. He put the entire blame on the impulsive tremor and past encounters with other girls but deep down he knew this wasn't it. He was losing control over things. He was thinking of her on every occasion and in everything he did. He was noticing every tiny thing if that was related to her. Things that never interested him before became fascinating only if she liked them. Holding his feelings at bay had become a task impossible and that was the reason he was searching for even a tiny reason to push her out of his life, to hate her, to just forget her very existence and switch back to his former so called excuse of a life!

The incident at the mall had shaken his roots, for the first time making him realize the magnitude of his own emotions. He was going crazy for her. The thought of losing her filled him burning desire and intractable passion. A prodigious thirst to kill the man who dared to lay his eyes on HIS possession drove him mad with unbound fury. All these days, he had tried in vain to search for ways to escape such zesty pull but nothing could fill her up and the realization dawned upon him in all its glory when the revolver was pointed to her head. A slight pull and she would be wiped out of his life, leaving not a single trail behind. The dread of that moment awakened the lover in him.

Could he imagine to live without her? Was living without her even possible? He knew the answer but acceptance never came easy on him. The moment he dragged her in his arms, he felt a piece of his heart returning back to him. He never knew relief of such overpowering enormousness could ever wash over him, or such feeling even existed. He was ready to give upon his life, just to have her safe and breathing preferably in the safety of his embrace, with his arms tightly wrapped around to ensure nobody can ever snatch her again.

No matter how harder he tried to fend off his feelings, she kept coming closer if not physically then in his dreams. His nights were always tormenting. Her eyes, they haunted him, begging him to accept the reality. But wasn't it unfair on his part to drag her in the middle of his broken mess of a life? How could he deliberately push her in hell?

He was fighting against the obvious. He was trying to shun off the emotions that may crush the closely crocheted guards around his heart. Even after he got home, he tried hard to keep his anger in check. His maddening rage would reveal how much she mattered to him, how obligated he felt to protect her from all evil. Only he knew, how he had controlled his urge to beat that bloody scoundrel Shyam to pulp before handing him over to the police.

He couldn't let her see the real him. And so, since that day he was a Man on a mission. He tried anything and everything under the sun to alienate her thoughts from clouding his mind, from overpowering his senses. He was in search of a single reason that may aid him divert his mind. He watched her for any flaws, any incapability, any damn reason so that he can loathe her, abhor her very presence but he found nothing. She was simply perfect!

She was everything that he wasn't. If he was the epitome of mistakes, she was goodness personified. She was polite and elegant, compassionate and loving, humble and beautiful. All in all, too perfect for his imperfect world. They were just not meant to be, he couldn't spoil her life like that.

And today he got the perfect chance to discard their affection, to throw it away considering it meaningless and futile. She was trying to take advantage of the circumstance isn't it? If he let her touch his hands and sooth his pain, it doesn't mean she has all the liberty to do whatever she wished for. How dare she even attempted to cast her spell on him? He was never affected by such seducing strategies. No woman had succeeded in conquering him so how dare she think that he will surrender to her? Her enchanting beauty, worrisome expressions and teary hazel eyes can never affect him, isn't it? If she thought she can have her ways with him then she was in for a severe misconception. He will show her, her real place. And that's it, he screamed at her not bothering about anything else, letting her know that he has no place for her in his life. That he doesn't need anyone.

Wow, so he was finally successful in pushing her apart. Now she won't be on his mind all the time. He won't think of her every waking second isn't it? He wanted to celebrate but then why there wasn't any hint of gleefulness in him? Why was his heart aching so badly? No! not only his heart but his feet too.

He was feeling extremely fiery sensation on his feet and once glance down, he found the reason. The oil had spurted down upon his feet and Khushi...Oh God! Khushi!! She was bending only to apply the tooth paste there. She had no ulterior motives, sh..she...was only fulfilling what she considered to be her responsibility.

There went all the efforts to hate her down the drain. She was as considerate and caring as ever and HE? He was a bloody fool. An impetuous, thoughtless, Monster. How can he spit such venomous and hurtful words at her? He could conceive what she must be going through and only increased the count of the number of times he reproachfully chided himself and his inexcusable act.

Standing there just looking at her, his heart urged him to go before her, kneel down and gather her in his arms. He wanted to ask forgiveness, to wipe her tears, to tend to her wounds that she had willingly taken upon herself to save him but he couldn't bring himself to do anything. Rather, he just watched her helplessly with brooded eyes and sorry expressions until Akash arrived back home. Handing him the ointment, he requested him to take care of her.

"but bhai?" Akash had no idea what happened.

"use chot lagi hai akash, she burnt her fingers. uska d..dhyan rakna (she has hurt herself Akash, she burnt her fingers. take c..care of her)" Arnav told him before marching out of the house.

Chapter 15 - Click here

***

KEEP READING!

HIT Like and COMMENT!

with loads of love,