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Posted: 10 years ago
Very interesting story..
wonderfully written one..
very eager to know how kushi and aryan's equation gonna be in future. .
update soon..
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Posted: 10 years ago
Wonderful Amazing story love it
Do continue
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Part 5


"Shhh... Don't make noise ... we are hiding here ..." His trembling hands held the puppy up to his face, inebriated dark eyes open with great force. "Someone will find us ... then how are we going to remain hidden? ... " he kept the now quiet puppy down in front of his folded legs and stared at him. He kept staring at him. "No home?" he asked the puppy. "Just like me? " As the puppy made himself comfortable near his leg, he lifted his hand to caress his head. "Sad? Just like me? " his husky voice infused with alcohol asked the puppy. "Hmm... But ..." He drew the knees to his chest and folded his hands on his knees. Resting his chin on his folded hands, he stared at the puppy, reminding so much of him. "It's good right ... No home ... No happiness ... No friend ... No wife ... No Son ..." He smiled, slowly rocking himself back and fro. "Only sadness ... Loneliness... heartache ... pain ... more pain ... more pain ...and more pain ... " He stared at the dusty ground. "But after few days , you start liking it ... enjoying it ... Don't you agree?" he lifted his eyes to again look at the puppy.



And that's how Khushi had seen him for the first time"seated on the footpath, not caring about his expensive clothes, his coat discarded beside him, he sat there curled up in a ball, talking something to the puppy. He was drunk--- she guessed by looking at his head which was slowly lulling back and fro. She took a step towards him, unable to understand why she was drawn to him--a drunkard sitting on the footpath. Her mind chided her to get away from there, but heart refused at once.



As the dark cloud in the sky moved, allowing the moon to shower its golden light on earth, she stopped dead in her track. Beautiful"that was the only word that flooded her mind like a sweet rain. His both hands now resting back on the ground, his head thrown back and face up at the sky, his light brown hair shining like gold in the soft moonlight, eyes close, his adam's apple moving so deliciously. Her heart thudded against her chest. She never in her life had seen more majestic man than him.



"Khushi!!"


A loud rough voice called her from behind, forcing her to take her eyes off her beautiful man and turn back.


"Do you have any idea what this place is? You will find a drunkard at every step. This is not some park , you silly girl. Come back here and be with the group. I have talked with the manager; you all can get your list of questions answered from those women after 10 minutes. Come back here right now."


Khushi nodded her head at Mr.David, her professor, who was forced to accompany her and her other group member for the assignment given under social study, and who, she had noticed, has became crankier since his 50th Birthday. Khushi again nodded her head at her Professor and started walking towards him, feeling a heaviness settle on her heart with every step she took away from that beautiful man.


"Fast, you silly girl..."


She again nodded and quickened her steps. She knew he was right. It was a brothel and she should not roam around alone. But her mind and heart had merged together and fled as soon as she had seen that beautiful man. Beautiful. She chuckled, keeping her head down, least Mr.David sees and starts another round of scolding. Men are handsome, not beautiful. She told herself. But again, beautiful was the only word that flooded her mind as she thought of him.


As soon as she reached Mr.David, she found her wrist in a firm grip and he started walking inside the gate, dragging her behind him. Khushi tucked a loose strand behind her ear and followed him quietly. Once inside, he left her hand and Khushi joined her group, which consist of 5 boys and 5 girls including her. She lifted her head to stare at Mr.David's back. She looked left and right; all girls were standing behind him, and boys little away to his left. He was trying to shield all the girls behind him. She can't help but chuckle again, again looking down, making her hair cover her face from both side. Now she knew why he was agitated from the time he knew he has to accompany them here. It was not the extra work given to him which was bothering him, but it's the place given for the assignment that's troubling him.


"Go straight , then left, first door there, Mr.David." She heard a man say and did not bother to lift her head.


"All of you, you heard him. Go there and just get the answers to your questions and then back here, as soon as possible. No need to mingle with them. I will wait here."


Khushi heard Mr.David say and obeying him, they started towards the said direction.


Mr.David left a big sigh of relief as they crossed the gate and stood outside in the fresh air. He turned to address his students.


"Now as everything is done, boys, you help yourselves , I will drop the girls to their home.."


Khushi's shoulder slumped as she heard Mr.David. From the corner of her eyes, she saw to her left, where she can still see the silhouette of her beautiful man. Only if Mr.David leaves them on their own, she can atleast go there and have a glimpse of him again.

"You heard me boys, move, and girls, to my car. Fast. I can't waste any more of my time on this Godforsaken assignment. " He hissed and soon the student obeyed.


Khushi saw the girls before her moving , and with a heavy heart she too followed them, her eyes still on the dark silhouette.


It was 15 minutes since Mr.David had dropped her in front of her house and she was still standing there. Unable to drag her feet inside her house. This was the same feeling she had felt when she had seen Sylvester Stallone for the first time on her TV screen --- Taking down dozen of bad people in a single swift movement, his hard and handsome face, his masculine body bathed in sweat moving with such grace that 11 year old Khushi had felt her heart fleeing from her chest and going out to him. She had spent nights just staring at his pics and had even cried when she found out from her friend that he was married.


Khushi giggled. As if she was going to marry him. Shaking her head at her silliness, she turned to go inside, but the picture of his adam's apple moving against his neck flashed again in front of her eyes, bringing a thirst along with it, a thirst to go back and drink more of his beautiful profile.


After fighting tooth and nail with her heart and mind, as always, she again found her mind losing the battle and heart emerging winner. Straightening her profile, she moved towards the road.




"Hmm... Hi..." Khushi knelt before him, her form trembling slightly with fear.


His eyes closed, leaning against the cemented fence.


Khushi lifted a scared hand to lightly shake him. "Hello ..." She called again and saw him opening his misted eyes and then dropping close again. Khushi looked at his discarded coat. Extending her hand, she caught hold of his discarded coat. Checking his coat for something to find his identity, she found nothing. She again looked at him, whose head was lulling to his left. With her heart thudding loudly, fear griping her heart, she extended her hesitant hand and touched his shoulder. "Excuse me ...can .. .. can you tell me what's your name and where you stay? " Khushi asked, her voice cracking.


"Hmmm..." his head lulled to his right, eyes still closed.


Her small frame shuddered with fear as she saw few men passing by, their gaze lingering on her. She moved little close to her beautiful man. "C..an... you please get up ...?" Khushi gulped and soon staggered back and landed on her butt with a small yelp. Her eyes jerked down, his head resting on her bosom. And soon two strong arms went around her waist. She sat there paralyzed.


He snuggled more close to her and Khushi closed her eyes in fear, her heart furiously slapping against her chest. Balancing herself against the concrete fence, she cupped his head, the soft texture of his hair felt like silk against her palm. She lifted his head and again rested him against the fence. Gulping hard to brace herself, she stood on her knees and patted his cheek. "Get up ... Get up please ... " she tried again, idea of leaving him here alone not even crossing her mind.


"Uhhh..." he stirred, his head lulling left to right.


"Get up ... Open your eyes..." she kept patting his cheek.


"Arghh..." an angry hand slapped her hands away and she again stumbled back.



Khushi glared at him but soon her eyes softened as she saw a small pearl roll down from the corner of his eyes and get lost in his dense hair. An unbearable pain shot from inside her chest, almost stopping her breathe. With her heart feeling the unknown pain, she again knelt in front of him and kept her hand on his knees.


As if her undiluted concern has traveled to him, he opened his eyes slightly, his vision blurred with thin layer of tear, nothing clear in front of him. He closed his eyes again. "It... It feels good...good after few days ... Just few days ... It will feel good ... Good it will feel..."



Khushi lifted her hand to her cheek to feel some dampness. Her shocked eyes stared at her fingers. Was she crying? What is happening to her? She looked at the man in front of her. He was in pain. So much pain. And she felt it, felt it in every fiber of her body. How can she feel his pain? A stranger's pain? With myriads of emotions passing through her veins and merging at her heart, she felt her eyes again sting with tears. It scared her, frightened out of her wits. She immediately dragged herself away from him, his proximity was doing something to her, casting some painful spell on her.


Rummaging in her cloth bag, she pulled out her cell.




"Shreya?"


"Yes Khushi, it's me. What happened ..?"


"Shreya , can you ... can you come to pick me?" her teeth clattered, the cold wind arousing goosebumps.


"Pick you? Mr.David dropped you in front of you gate, Khushi. You want me to pick you from your home. Where do you want to go?" Shreya asked, confused.


"No... I mean yes, Mr.David dropped me to my home... but now I am not there... I ..." Khushi closed her eyes. "I am again in that area, in front of that brothel we visited."


"WHAT?! Have you gone crazy? What are you doing there, you silly girl"


"I..I will answer your all questions , Shreya, but not now.. For now just come here with your car, please.."


"Ok , but Rohan had taken the car. You wait, I will call him and tell him your location. He will be there to pick you, ok?" Shreya asked.


"Thanks Shreya..." Khushi disconnected the call. Rohan was Shreya's elder brother. She had met him, he is their senior and a good guy.



Khushi looked at the man , his eyes still close, head resting back. His lips were moving, murmuring something, but Khushi dare not inch any closer to him.





After few minutes of waiting, she heard a car coming to a screeching stop near her. She lifted her head to see Rohan coming out of the car.



"Khushi? Shreya called me and said you are here. What are you doing here? You can't even imagine how dangerous it is for girls to roam alone at night , that too at such place." Irritation and anger very much visible on his rugged face.


"Actually ... I ...I came here for ... for..." She looked at her beautiful man. "To... to help him ..."


"What?" Rohan looked at the man in front of him. "Who is he?" he asked, confused.


"He..I...I..." she fumbled. "I don't know."



Rohan looked at Khushi as if she has lost her mind.



"So you came here, at this time, in this area, to help a man whom you don't know. Did I understood right?" Rohan asked.


Khushi nodded."See..all I want to do is drop him at his home, that's all."


"I don't think so... Get in the car, I will drop you to your home. Why do you care if this man is lying here or is at his home?"


Khushi had no answer to that. But all she knows is, she can't leave him here alone. So she pleaded.


"Please... Please Rohan please help him.." Khushi folded her hands.


Shaking his head at the girl in front of him, he gave in.


"Ok... where does he lives?"


"I..I don't know.."


Shaking his head again, he went near the drunkard man, and searched his shirt's pocket and then his pants. Finding his purse in his pocket, he pulled it out. Taking out his driving license, he read the back of the card to know his address. Catching hold of his arms, he pulled him up. Taking his one hand, he pulled it over his shoulder and supported him by his waist.


Khushi came forward and took his other hand, his fingers so soft and warm. As she pulled his other hand over her shoulder, she shifted close to him, enough for him to bury his face in her neck. She closed her eyes and caught her lips between her teeth, stopping herself from jumping away.


"Hmm... Lavender..." A sweet lavender odor ruffled his senses and imprinted in his mind and heart.


"Get away from him, Khushi. I can manage alone..." Rohan said as he saw the man leaning on Khushi.



But Khushi left his side only when he was inside Rohan's car.



"Get in." Rohan opened the front door for her.


"No...I will sit behind... "


"Khushi..." Rohan started to protest, but Khushi stopped him.


"It's Ok, Rohan... He is unconscious ... You drive, I will sit with him..."


"Ok.." Rohan gave in and took the wheel.



Khushi looked at the man beside her. His head again thrown back, leaning against the seat. She lifted her legs up and drew to her chest and leaned against the door, now facing him. Why she came here? To help a stranger, who will not even remember tomorrow that one crazy girl had gone to this extent to help him. She sighed and rested her chin on her folded knees. But still she wanted to help him.





"Your house , Khushi..."


Khushi heard Rohan's call and looked at him. "Uhhh?"


"Your home" he gestured out.


"But we have to drop him ..." Khushi started.


"I know. You go to your home, I will drop him to his. Go now."


Khushi stared at her beautiful man for few seconds before nodding her head and getting out of the car. And as soon as she stepped out, the car sped away.






And after two years, as she stood at the door of her mother's caf, she felt the same heaviness and pain she had felt that night. A sense of Dj vu passed through her body as she saw the boy in front of her. The man she had seen that night was trying to drown himself in alcohol, wanting to forget every misery. And the boy in front of her is drowning himself in malice, in venom, so that he can spit the same at everyone who crosses his path. With her heart silently mourning again, a pearl rolled down her cheek. Wiping the tear, she walked to the scene.



"Chetan, call the police this instant. I will NOT tolerate this rich brat's flaring attitude in my caf!"



Khushi heard her Mother's angry tone as she walked towards her.



"What happened, Amma? Why are you calling the police?" Khushi asked, her eyes at the boy in front of him.


"Did not you see how he was beating that boy whom Karan took to hospital now? Animal!" Garima casted a look at the boy, her expression bitter.



Khushi stared at the boy, his breathing heavy, staring back at her. She moved in front of him and took his hand in her.



"Amma, I will look into this matter, you carry on with your work." Khushi said, her eyes not leaving his, neither his.


"But Khushi ..."


"I will see , Amma. Bye." And with that she walked out of the caf with him.






"Leave my hand!" he wrenched his hands away from the woman he had seen running out of his Father's room in a disheveled state.


"Itna Gusaa accha nahi hai, Babu." Khushi smiled at him.



Aryan stared at her for few seconds, dumbstruck at her sweet endearment and equally sweet voice.



"My name is Aryan." His nose flared. "Call me Aryan only. Or better don't bother taking my name." he started to leave from there but Khushi stood in front of him, stopping him.


"Where are you going? Come I will drop you." Khushi offered.



"None of your business! Stay out of my way!"



"Why? I am going to be your Mother, don't you know that? How can I stay out of your way, our path are bound to cross, so why not get little acquainted with each other?" Khushi beamed at him.



Aryan closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose, visibly annoyed and frustrated. He doesn't want to talk to her. He doesn't want!



His eyes jerked open as he felt something soft at the corner of his lips. He looked down to see a finger grazing his skin. He stepped back.



"You are hurt..." Khushi said, her voice soft and eyes glistening with concern.


"See" Aryan closed his eyes and then opened to look at the woman in front of her. "Whatever you and my Father is having, it has nothing to do with me, understood? It's between my Father and you. Nothing. To.do.with.me." He made each and every word clear.


"Hmm" Khushi folded her hand on her chest. "Me and your father are going to get married. I hope now you know what me and your father are having in between us. And that will make me your Mother, and you my Son."


"To hell with your marriage! I don't care!"


"Isshhh..." Khushi hissed playfully. "Itna Gussa phirse, Babu?" she smiled at him.


"Stop calling me that! And leave my way, I want to go!"


"That's what I am telling. I will drop you wherever you want to go.."


"I don't wish to go anywhere with you."


"Ok, then I will call Arnav ji and ask him to come and pick you. I can't let go alone anywhere like this." Khushi gestured towards his wounds and took her cell out from her bag.


"Who the hell are you to interfere in my matters?! I am warning you, do not mess with me, it will not be good for you!" he warned.


"Hum dar gaye?" Khushi joked and kept the cell on her ears.




And he saw red. Marching towards her, he roughly took the phone from her hand and flunked it on the hard ground.



Khushi just stood shocked.


"What the!"



"Don't even try. I am not Arnav Singh Raizada who will dance on your tune, got it? You don't bother me, and I will not cross your path. As simple as that." His blazing eyes boring holes in her frame. With the last say, he turned on his heels and marched away.



Khushi just stood staring at the retreating form of Aryan till he was out of her sight. She looked down at the scattered pieces of cell. Kneeling down, she collected the pieces and stood up. Leaning against her car, she closed her eyes. He is more broken than Arnav ji. Khushi thought with her eyes burning with unshed tears. The scene of him beating the boy beastly , flashed in front of her closed eyes. So much hatred, so much anger. It will consume him soon, leaving him with nothing but pain. She will not allow that! She will need to work harder this time, but she will not give up, she will not allow him to shove himself in the burning hell he is trying to push himself in.









Hope you all liked it!

Edited by shona_arhilover - 10 years ago
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Posted: 10 years ago
superb part really enjoyed it
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Posted: 10 years ago
thats quite enotionally painfull...
continue soon...
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Posted: 10 years ago
Simply Beautiful...
Lovely update dear...
One little boy is trying to burn the whole world...
Thanks a lot for the pm.
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Posted: 10 years ago
Nice comparison between father and son.
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Posted: 10 years ago
Now I know how she found her Arnavji. And definitely she will have to work very hard with Aryan. He is a bitter, hurt boy.
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Posted: 10 years ago
awsom blossom!!!!!!!!!! khushi needs to work alot on aryan...nxt chp update sooon!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: 10 years ago
I think khushi will be able to change him
Thx for the pm plsss continue soon

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