[COMPLETED]Arshi FF :: Junoon#2 Link to Thread 3 on PG 1 - Page 46

lvd th update...frst tm arnav told abt rudra...he doesnt hate him nymore...bt wht happened nw...is she under labor pain...

Those flashbacks... their lives were so different.
I'm glad Arnav made Khushi understand that Rudra was never unhappy, her presence in his life really was enough for him.
She still has a chance to love Rudra, through loving their baby.
That unconditional love that Khushi will have for their baby will be enough for Rudra.

you never know when 1 mistake of your cost you so much

awesome update
flashback was awesome
arnav is right rudra want khushi happiness so she should not blame herself
baby is on his way
i am waiting thnx for pm

awesome update loved it.finally baby is coming.but yaar i feel very bad 4 arnav i meaning that he is also suffering as khushi is i hope khushi realize it too i cant see my arnav like this seriously yaar khushi ignorance and her accusations of being resonsible for everything i mean he just only wished for her

Nice part...thanks for the PM

Oh she is about to deliver
Good news
Nice uodate

Yay aab baby aye gaaa

Part 19

"We will have to go for C-section , Mr.Raizada.."

Arnav leapt forward as soon as he saw Doctor coming out of the room.

"What...What is C-Section? Khushi is fine, right?...How is she ...?" Arnav asked, her small form withering in pain in his arms the only image floating in his mind. Wanting nothing but her to be all fine in front of him.

"Cesearan section , Mr.Raizada , we will have to go for surgical delivery as I had told earlier." Doctor stated.

Arnav's face paled , white like ghost.

"Sur..gical delivery ... but ... But I don't know anything ..." He felt his throat going dry, fear sipping in and gripping his heart.

"Because you never accompanied us for Khushi's check up." Garima said, her face damp with tears. Wiping the tears from her face, she looked at Arnav. "Doctor had said, they don't think she can have a normal deliver... She ... She is too weak, and ... and ..." she bit her lips to stop the sob. "and there are chances she will not survive the normal delivery .. " Her legs gave up as she sat on the bench, sobbing.

Anjali was beside Garima, hugging her, her own throat hurting.

"You should have told us, Garima ji... We would have taken more care of her... Apne accha nahi kiya.. " Anjali said. Khushi not gaining weight like normal pregnant women had worried her too. But hearing nothing from her Brother and Khushi, she had thought there is nothing to worry about. But she was wrong.

"Khushi had asked me to not tell anyone ... She ... she told no one wants to know about her babies ... No one ... no one wants them ..., then ... then how can she force her babies on someone ... " Garima sobbed. Why all these was happening with her child?

Arnav's head was buzzing with various noises, making everything go numb. His knees gave up, not knowing where he staggered. It was true, wasn't it? He had never cared for her baby. He always saw her baby as a reminder of their past, a past which is etched on his mind, but still he wants to forget that. But the constant reminder of their past, her baby, had always made it impossible for him to forget everything. And she knows all. She knows how he feels for her baby. He buried his face in his palm. She knows everything! How much helpless she must have felt living with a man who doesn't care for her baby, the only thing she thinks belongs to her, the only reason she still breathes, eats, lives. He had avoided everything about her baby, and in the process, avoided her health too. He never accompanied her for her checkups, never bothered to ask her about her baby and her health. How could he expect her to come and tell him about her complications when he had always made very clear from his gestures that he don't want to know anything about her baby. Baby!----How is he to accept her baby? He wants to know, he wants to accept her baby. For Khushi. He wants to do this for her, for his Khushi. But how? He don't know how he can do that. He too is helpless. Helpless!

He sat there, face buried in his palm. He don't know how long he sat there, but what felt like ages, he faintly heard the Doctor congratulating them. Congratulating them for the baby. Baby! His chest contracted, a pain rising from his chest and clogging his throat. He stood up immediately , the air refusing to fill his lungs. Unable to hear anything more, unable to feel anything more, he started away from there, anywhere but here.

Anjali opened the glass door as she saw her brother seated inside. Elbows resting on each thigh, head cupped between his palm, he sat there, looking defeated. Entering the waiting room, she closed the door and slowly made her way towards her brother. She went and sat beside him.

"Arnav, look at me." Cupping his face, she made him turn towards her . She stared at his face for few seconds. Beads of perspiration making its way down from his dense hair. His hands trembling little, and gaze down, not looking at her. She caught hold of his one hand and pressed little. "Khushi and the babies need you, Arnav" she said softly.

"I.. I " His voice trembled, just like every fiber of his body was. "I can't ... I can't Di ... the baby ...It just reminds me of ...of.. "a painful lump rose in his throat, making it impossible to speak.

Anjali cupped his face between her palm and made him look at her. "You know what they remind me of?" Anjali asked, her lips stretched in a small smile. Seeing that she has her brother's attention , her smile widened. "They just remind me of Khushi ... So beautiful ... so soft ... so fragile ... so vulnerable , who need their father's love and care, Arnav ... "

"I... I am not his father, Di ..." Arnav averted his eyes from her, the pain in his chest was back again.

"Then become one, Arnav ... " Hugging him, she soothed him by running her warm hands on his back. "They are your Khushi's babies... Forget everything else , just remember this. Khushi has nurtured them inside her for nine months, they are her babies, and she is your wife ... You are their father, Arnav, only you." Breaking the hug she made him look at her. "Just come and look at them, Arnav ... such beautiful babies you have now ... I can't believe my brother has become a Father..." happy tears spilled out from her eyes. " It's not any task to love them, Arnav ... all you have to do is look at them to fall for them ... Come ...come with me..." Getting up, she pulled him up.

"No Di ...please ... I don't know how to react... I ...I don't want to hurt Khushi anymore ...I had hurt her enough in last 7 months ... I never even accompanied her for her checkups ... She must be thinking I hate her baby, ... and ...and I am not sure of myself ... I don't know what I am feeling , what I will do, how I will react...I just don't know ..."

"Just come Arnav ..." That was all Anjali said before taking him out of the waiting room, towards Khushi's room.

Arnav walked inside with his Di, his gaze down. He felt his Di taking him towards Khushi's bed.

"Look at them, Arnav.." Anjali said.

Arnav lifted his gaze, looking at Khushi, whose eyes were close.

"Why her eyes are close, Di? She is fine, right?" Arnav looked at his sister, panicked.

"She is fine now, Arnav. She is under sedatives effect , she will soon open her eyes. Do not worry." She smiled. "Till then you meet your babies..." she gestured towards the crib.

"Babies?" He looked at his sister confused.

Anjali grinned. "Yes, babies. My brother is now a proud father of beautiful twins. A girl and a boy. Just go and look at them already please" Anjali pushed him towards the crib.

Arnav stumbled little and stood beside Aryan, who was already on his toes, peeking inside the crib.

Aryan heard some rustle beside him and lifted his gaze from the most beautiful sight of his life. He saw his Mamu standing beside him, but not looking at what he should be looking. And so he started.

"Mamu, aren't they the cutest thing ever?"

Arnav looked at his nephew's awed expression.

"Will you allow me to pick your babies, please? I will be careful, I promise." His puppy face lifted at his Mamu.

Arnav stared at Aryan for few seconds. His babies? And at last, he moved little forward and looked inside the crib, ...and then the world around him came to a stand still. Two magically beautiful bundle lay there, a beauty he had never seen before. Moonlike face, eyes close, tiny nose"so much like Khushi, cute pink lips"again reminding him of Khushi. So beautiful, fragile, wonderful, magic- just like his Khushi. And in a blink, everything changed-- And he felt it! They were Khushi's babies, just like her"beautiful, innocent , fragile. His Khushi's babies, ... his babies.

"Please ...please...please... Mamu"

Arnav looked down through his misted eyes to see Aryan folding his hands and pleading for something.

"Please...please , Mamu , can I pick your babies? I promise to be careful ...please?"

His babies! Aryan called them as his babies.

"My babies...?" Tears spilled from his eyes as he again looked at the babies, his vision blurry.

Anjali came and stood beside her brother.

"Your babies, Arnav. Your and Khushi's babies. You are a family man now" Anjali side hugged him and kept her head on his shoulder, looking down at the babies. "Look at them, Arnav ... Don't you feel connected? They are Khushi's babies, your Khushi's babies, the woman you love so much ... How could you not love her babies? You will Arnav , you will. You are just afraid, afraid that you will not be able to love them, that you will hurt Khushi ... But it's not like that. How can you not love anything which is related to your love? They are your Khushi's babies, and you will love them. Throw every doubt you have from your mind.." Bending down, she took one baby in her arms, and forwarded towards Arnav. "Take her, hold her, Arnav and just feel ... Feel what she is making you feel ..."

Arnav stared at the baby in his Di's arm. Lifting his trembling hand, he took the baby from his Di and immediately brought her close to his chest, afraid that he might drop her.

"She ... she weights nothing, Di ... She is so light ... Oh God , she... She ...Am I holding her right ,... I don't want to hurt her ... She is so small... what if a hurt her... I don't know anything about babies, Di .."

Anjali laughed at her brother's panicked babble. And then the next thing everyone heard was silence, complete silence. Anjali looked at her brother, who was staring down at his daughter, whose two beautiful eyes were open now.

Love! Love is what he felt as he stared in those deep emerald eyes. He felt the same peace Khushi's eyes provide him. He felt it.The tiny little thing in his arms made him feel that. The two innocent eyes stared back at him, and he felt himself drowning in those eyes. "She... she is so so...so beautiful , Di ... Her eyes... just like Khushi ..." he said in daze, unable to take his eyes off her.

"That she is ... just like Khushi, Arnav's Khushi.." Anjali smiled. Bending down, she kissed her niece's forehead. "My Chhote's baby..." She looked at Arnav, her one hand lifting to rest on her Chhote's cheek. "Your baby, Arnav..." Anjali said, caressing his cheek.

Arnav looked down at the baby in his arms. His Baby?. "My ... My baby.." His mind and heart immediately stood for the battle. Heart wanting to just feel whatever he was feeling and throw away all the other logical reasoning from his mind. But mind refusing to do so, stubbornly providing him reasons to refuse everything he was feeling, and think rationally.

But soon everything ceased. He looked down in his arms.

A tiny hand wrapped around his finger, shaking his very being. And soon an unknown warmth spread all over his body, conquering his heart in no time and defeating the mind, not giving it a chance to stand again. And he felt as if he was born again. All new! Everything seemed so much clear, beautiful, magical, wonderful. He held the baby close to his chest, too much overwhelmed by every emotions he was feeling at the moment. He can love the babies. His Khushi's babies. His babies!

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