His Journey Towards Euphoria#4 Link to thread 5 on PG 1 - Page 37

Omg chapter:34

Oh somehow I missed out on this update.

Part 35

Arnav slightly turned his head and looked at her from the corner of his eyes. Clad in her white anarkali, she lay there with her Ebu glued to her chest. She had not even bothered to have the breakfast he had brought before leaving for bathroom. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. What should he do with her? Sometimes she is so mature and sensible and next second she does something which forces him to tag her as a child. This is what she is doing from morning. She is not talking to him, not listening to him and even not looking at him.

He turned to look at the untouched plate of breakfast.

"khushi, have your breakfast" he said. But didn't even noticed a twitch of her muscle. "Khushi, I said have your breakfast" and again there was no reply. Clenching his jaw, he strode towards her. "Khushi!!"

"Humara vrat hai." He heard her whisper and looked at her confused. "What?"

"Fast. I am fasting." Khushi said again.

Arnav sat on the bed beside her.

"What fast? " Arnav asked. Was she making excuse? He had never seen her fasting before.

"I wasted so much food yesterday night. I am fasting for that." Khushi replied in a small voice and looked at Ebu's face, clearing the imaginary strands from his forehead.

Arnav stared at her. Wasted? And then the show of last night played in front of his eyes. The tandav she had done in the dining area.

"Khushi, there's no need to do all this. You can... "

"I want to do this. And I will." she didn't bothered to lift her eyes to look at him and kept her eyes on Ebu stubbornly.

Arnav just stared at her as she cuddled Abeer close to her chest and refused to look at him. What is he suppose to do with her? It's not like he is always after women, apologizing and mollify them. If she is angry she should tell him what she wants him to do. But no, all she wants to do is keep balloons under her cheek and keep silent. He has never done all this and if she thinks by doing all these, she can change his views that she is wrong. Few days before she was telling she doesn't love him and now suddenly she has started loving him? What is wrong with her? And the red face when he calls her child?

Shaking his head at her behavior, he got up from the bed.

"Do as you wish. Let's see if you can keep your growling stomach in control." And with that, he exited the room, clueless and confused at how to handle this stubborn child, who apparently had found her love.

The tears which she was refraining, started down like a water fall.

"He doesn't care about me, Ebu... he doesn't ..." her tear filled voice came out along with hiccups. "And then Nani says, he loves me. He thinks I don't love him. It's some... some attraction. "

Abeer's chubby palms rested on the tears stricken face of his mother.

"Ammaaa..." He smacked a kiss on her lips.

More sobs left her mouth as she closed her eyes, embracing Ebu close to her.

Khushi entered the room with a milk bottle in her hand. It was afternoon and he had not even bothered to call. Wiping away the tear that rolled down, she sat on the bed. It felt like there was no energy left in her with all the crying and the fast. Taking Ebu on her lap she made him drink the milk.

She roughly wiped the tears that were not listening to her. Why these tears are not stopping? As if it will make any difference to him? This time he will mock her for her tears and leave the place.

Arnav extended his hand to take the red rectangular box and handed over the two notes to the shopkeeper. Tightening his hold on the box he turned around to leave that crowded place. He looked at the crowd around him, his car parked little away as the narrow path didn't allowed him to take his car here. If not for his angry wife, he would have never entered this place.

He started towards his car. He had not called her whole day, not knowing what to tell her. She is not understanding his point. He had wanted her to love him, love him like she is now claiming to love him. But seeing the way she is reciprocating to his touches. He can see the willingness in her, and at the same time, the fear of newly found sensation. How can he encourage her misunderstanding of her feelings?

Opening his car door, he sat inside the car and kept the box on the passenger seat. He just hopes she understand what he is trying to make her understand.

Arnav used the spare keys and opening the door of his house, he entered inside. Managing the box and his laptop bag in one hand, he closed the door with the other and made his way towards the dining area, hoping to see her there. But to his disappointment, she was not waiting for him today. Disappointment clouded his mind further as he saw that the kitchen is untouched. She had not bothered to make dinner too. And the disappointment turned into concern and worry soon. And dumping his laptop bag on the couch, he started upstairs.

Pushing the door open, he entered inside.

"Ammaaa... Bu..."

He saw Abeer laid beside Khushi, her hand around Abeer but her eyes close. He was patting her cheek, but she kept her eyes close.

Arnav kept the box on the coffee table and strode towards Khushi.

"Khushi?" Arnav sat on the bed. Taking her hand away from Abeer, he pulled her up and rested her against his chest.

"Khushi...Open your eyes..." he patted her cheek. "Khushi..."

"Hmm...Ebu... Don't mo...ve..." she murmured in a weak voice, her eyes still close.

Arnav touched her cheek and forehead, she was burning fever. His worried eyes lingered on her pale face.

"Khushi, you are having fever. What happened?" Arnav clenched his teeth. She is making herself worry sick. "Khushi I said open your eyes!" his voice little loud this time. She was forcing him to lose his cool.

"Ebu ..." Khushi tried to open her eyes, her eyes burning and head hammering. "Ebu.." sobs left her mouth as tear spilled out of her beautiful eyes. "Arnav ji..."

"You didn't eat anything whole day, did you?" Arnav asked, his caramel eyes reflection concern but voice demanding.

He again laid her on the bed and stood up. He removed his phone to call the doctor and saw Abeer sitting beside Khushi and patting her cheek. Leaning down, he picked Abeer in his arms and tried to punch the numbers but Abeer wriggled in his arms and soon his wailing voice filled the room.

"Now what is your problem?" Arnav asked, irritated by both, mother and son.

"Ammaaa.." two fat tears rolled down his milky cheek as he stared at his father.

Closing his eyes, Arnav stuffed his phone back and again kept Abeer near Khushi.

He stood straight and again removing his phone, he called the Doctor.

Telling the Doctor to reach as soon as possible, he kept the phone and turned around to look at her. Abeer was sitting beside her, kissing and caressing her cheek continuously.

Arnav entered the room with soup in his hand. The Doctor had left after injecting her, saying the fast and the stress has caused the fever. Sitting on the bed, he kept the bowl on the side table and looked at her. Her face was pale, fairer then her complexion. His heart pricked with pain seeing her face, which reflected the hurt even now. He took her soft hand and entwined his fingers in her. He don't want to hurt her. But he knows she is hurt because of him. But he don't know what to do. Should he believe whatever she is telling?

His eyes shifted from her hand to her face. She is so...so young and innocent. How she can be so sure of her feelings?

"Khushi?" Arnav leaned over her. Cupping her face between his palm, he again tried. "Khushi?... Khushi..." He stared at her face as she opened her eyes little. "Khushi? Get up... Eat something .. You are not well..."

"Ammaaa..." Abeer , who was sitting beside her clapped his hands seeing his mother's eyes open. "Ammaaa..." he tried to jump in his place and losing his balance, fell flat on his back.

Khushi's tiered eyes turned to look at him. Her hand lifted towards her Ebu.

"Ebu..."

Arnav looked at Abeer with a sigh. He can't sit but still never quits trying. Picking him, he made him sit , supporting against him.

"Do not move now." Arnav warned.

But at the angle he had made the poor soul sit, he was not able to see his mother.

Catching Khushi by her shoulder, he made her rest against his chest, supporting her weak body. With his one leg dangling down the bed, he folded the other and made her comfortable in his arms.

Abeer, not able to see his mother, turned and climbing on his father's leg, he sat there, looking at his mother.

"Ammaaa..." he again clapped his hand cheerfully, but this time his father's strong chest supported his back.

"No one listens to me..." Shaking at his giggling son, he took the bowl in his hand. He lifted a spoon of soup. "Khushi.. open your mouth .." he urged her.

"My fast..." came her weak whisper.

"To hell with your fast." He kept the spoon in the bowl with a cling. His angry eyes stared at her face. "I will keep the fast tomorrow, is that ok? You had thrown that foods because of me, right? I was the reason. So I will keep the fast tomorrow and now..." he again lifted the spoon to her lips. "open your mouth.." he pushed the spoon between her lips.

Khushi coughed.

"Its... Its not nice..." she lifted her eyes to look at him.

"I didn't ask you how it is. I am just asking you to drink it. " he pushed another spoon.

A weak sigh left her mouth and she looked down for her eyes to collide with two innocent eyes. She smiled weakly.

"Ebu" she lifted her hand to caress his cheek. "You are also hungry na?"

"Ammmaaa" he leaned close to her Amma.

Khushi lifted her hand and brought him close to her. Taking the spoon from Arnav ji's hand, she brought it to Ebu's lips. "Drink it... it's not spicy..."

Ebu opened his mouth and drank it, spilling few drops on his chin.

Taking the spoon from khushi's hand, he fed both alternatively.

Arnav kept the empty bowl on the table. Lifting Abeer from his lap, he made him sit on the bed. Again catching her arms, he made her lay on the bed.

And without waiting for a second, Abeer crawled to his mother and cuddled close to her.

Khushi lifted her hand and took him under her arms.

"Sleep khushi... you need rest." Arnav stood up. In all the panic and babysitting, he had not even changed his clothes. Walking towards his wardrobe, he took out his night dress. Giving a last look at the two figures lying on the bed, he entered the bathroom.

Hope you guys enjoyed it. Do share your views . Off to sleep🥱

beautiful story.
arnav married khushi so that ebu gets a mother but himself keeps away from ebu bcoz he thinks anjali is not wid him today coz of ebu.
khushi is young and naive but has accepted her destiny. She has accepted ebu whole heartedly, her love for ebu is selfless.
arnav has slowly fallen for khushi but khushi took time to realise her love for him. And now arnav thinks she is confusing her attraction wid love after their physical intimacy even though he wants khushi love for himself.
and how can we forget khushi's friend rudra who is also in love wid her.
what will be khushi's rxn when she will come to know rudra loves her???
excited 4 nxt part.
thanx 4 pm. :))

Superbly written update yr..

update simply fablous.arnav pls undetstand khushi feeling

very cute ypdate
im addicted to this ff
n mother - son duo r so adorable
lovely

superb update

Awesome part
Ebu is a cutie pie

Kushi is so strong about her decision