Arhi TS : Pyaar ke Lamhe [ Completed ]

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Arhi TS : Pyaar ke Lamhe




This Three-Shot is based on three random songs, which describe how precious some moments of your life are. It is about how the past can never be forgotten and can alter your future in a beautiful way. It is these memories, that rush into the heart, to ignite the passion lost somewhere along the way of growing up.



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Part 1 - Beete Lamhe

Khushi walked into the "The Glade, at Sketch", one of the finest restaurants in London. Typing furiously over her iPhone, she followed her assistant to the table that was reserved for her meeting. The last few weeks had been crazy for the entire team of her fashion studio. "Khushi Couture", had slowly become one of the finest fashion labels for Indian wear. Almost all the crme-de la-crme Indian's settled in UK, would get their clothes designed by KC.

The wedding season was finally here, blocking her entire month with appointments for fitting and alterations. Sheetal, her personal assistant had somehow managed to convince her to meet this particular client. It had been a last minute addition to Khushi's already chockablock schedule, which had miffed her slightly. However, Sheetal had convinced her that the client was a high-profile businessman from India and had requested for this urgent meeting.

Khushi halted in her tracks, when Sheetal paused near a table. She looked up from her phone, prepared to make her usual courtesy greeting, when her eyes clashed with a pair of warm brown mesmerizing eyes... the eyes that had haunted her for almost eight years. Innumerable memories surged through her mind... lots of happy ones and some sad ones too. She stood still, not being able to look away from his handsome face.

The years that had gone by, made him look more handsome than ever. Gone was the young immature boy. In front of her stood a strong man, commanding her attention... and to be frank, attracting the attention of everyone around. Khushi's eyes flit to the woman besides him... slender, dusky and chic. Was she his fiance? Now she would have to design his wedding trousseau? Her heart plummeted at the thought. The green monster came barging through the strong fortress, surrounding her heart.

She looked back at the man, who had taken her to the heights of ecstasy and made her go through hell aswell. How had he found her again? Did he plan all this? Her scattered thoughts were halted by the sweet voice of the woman standing besides him.

"Hi, Ms Khushi Gupta. It is finally a pleasure to meet you. I am Riya and this is my boss Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada. He is the one who wanted to meet up with you, urgently. I am really sorry for disrupting your schedule and arranging for this meeting at such short notice. Sheetal and me will head to the waiting area outside, so that the two of you can talk at convenience."

There was a visible shift in Khushi's stance, knowing that Riya was Arnav's secretary and nothing more. As if Arnav could read her thoughts, he smirked. Hey Devi Maiyya! That smirk, had her reeling in the storm of old memories. As the assistants left the table, there was a moment of complete silence. Arnav and Khushi stood still, not even bothering to take their seat. Taking in his presence, Khushi closed her eyes when he uttered her name huskily... "Khushi?"

How many minutes... hours... days, had she spent recollecting the way his voice sounded. Each word that he had spoken during the years they were together. For eight tormenting years, she had merely survived on the memories of the beautiful eight years she had spent with Arnav. It was such an irony, that they had something uncanny with the number eight... eight years of being together... eight years of separation and it had taken eight months for them to get divorced.

"How have you been, Khushi?" Arnav continued huskily, indicating her to take her seat, while he made himself comfortable in his. How had she been? It took her a few moments to gather her bearing, wondering how to put it words... the torturous years that she had spent without him. She began hesitantly, "I am fine, Arnav. Things are good. It's been so long since we last met. How have you been?"

She saw him observing her closely. Her body trembled against his intense gaze, as his perfect lips moved to respond to her query. "I have been good too, Khushi. A lot older that what you remember of me, yet, in pretty good shape," he joked. Khushi laughed freely, remembering the times he would make her laugh with his crazy antics and jokes. He always had a good sense of humor and it was probably one of the things that had drawn her towards him.

Snapping herself out of those old memories, which even though dusty, seemed to be as clear as yesterday, she said, "How is Di? And Nani? I am sorry I lost touch with all of you'll. I was so foolish then, to have broken all ties with them as well. And by the time I realized that I should have behaved more maturely, I was too embarrassed to call." Arnav nodded in agreement and was annoyed with the sudden interruption by the server.

Looking at Khushi, he said "One black coffee and one tea." Khushi immediately shook her head and corrected his order, "Make it green tea, please." She noticed the surprise on Arnav's face, which was quickly masked by a warm smile as he said, "You have changed Khushi. Look at you... a hot-shot designer... like you always wanted to be. A girl who would fight with the cooks to get her strong cup of masala chai with ginger, now prefers green tea over it."

Khushi sighed at his truthful words and said, "Things change Arnav... as time changes. People change according to their circumstances. We were so young and foolish then. After our divorce, I had no option but to fend for myself. I could not go back to my parents... the ones who had disowned me after our elopement. I..." Her lips trembled with unshed tears. It had been too long since she had kept her emotions bottled-up.

Arnav reached for her hand that lay limply on the table. The touch was a balm to wounds hidden by the dust of time. She shivered slightly, thinking of all the times his touch had driven her insane with need. He was the man she had grown up loving and at this moment she did not even remember the reasons for falling out of that profound love. "Khushi... its ok if you do not want to talk. I could never see you crying... not then... not now. It was one of the reasons I let you go Kitten."

She smiled at the way he called her "Kitten." It was a name given to her especially by Arnav on her thirteenth birthday, when he had gifted her an adorable kitten, with the same hazel-coloured eyes as hers. She found comfort in his touch and shook her head to tell him she was fine. "I came to London to pursue fashion designing, lived with a friend and somehow managed to land a job in one of the finest fashion houses here. It was only three years ago that I have begun working independently. Have a small studio of my own, a few assistants and a long list of clientele," she spoke in a rush.

Arnav smiled at her warmly, pure joy clearly glinting in his eyes. She had no doubt that he was proud of her achievements. Wasn't it him, who had urged her to follow her dreams? He was the one who had boosted her confidence every time she faltered. The thought of her career and work brought back the most important question into her head. And like always... like typical Khushi, she asked brazenly, "Are you getting married?"

"Again?" was added after a hesitant pause. Khushi saw Arnav throwing back his head and laughing loudly. The laughter she had almost forgotten... only the shouting and screaming resonated in her ears. Her worst thoughts seemed to be put to rest with his laughter. Although another thought making its way into her wayward mind... was he already married? And just to confirm her doubts, she gave a quick glance to his ring finger. To her utter shock, she saw their wedding band still in place.

Before she could put that thought into words, Arnav answered her earlier question. "Di is getting married, Khushi." Her eyes lit up at the news. Afterall, Anjali Singh Raizada was like her own sister. Their bond was strong, and could not waver due to the distance, time had waged between them. She had been Khushi's Di, for over a decade, with Khushi making obnoxious demands and getting Arnav into trouble with his family. Anjali had always sided with Khushi, even during the divorce that had finally, completely broken the already broken Raizada family.

------------ Flashback -------------

"What the hell, Khushi! How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of my family matters? Do not utter a word about what I should do with that treacherous Shyam Jha! He has literally brought us on the streets and you want me to think clearly, with so much mess around?" Khushi was taken aback for a moment, by his nasty words. However, she recovered quickly, as this kind of aggressive behavior had now become Arnav's second skin.

Where was the Arnav she had fallen in love with? Where was the romantic guy she had eloped with... to get married to him and bound to him for seven lives? Time had changed and how! The Raizadas and Gupta's were next-door neighbours in Lucknow, with Arnav and Khushi studying in the same class. Their older siblings, Payal and Anjali were also of similar ages... exactly six years older to these two.

Arnav and she, had been best friends since childhood, and started dating since they were in eight standard. They did not know what love truly meant then... however; love was all she felt for him, forever. After completing school, they both moved to Delhi for further studies, with the Raizadas moving to Delhi along with them. The Guptas were a little hesitant at first, seeing the closeness of their youngest daughter with Arnav and uncertainly agreed to send Khushi to Delhi, to pursue her dream.

Payal and Anjali, knew about their relationship and approved of it whole-heartedly. Afterall, the love reflecting in Arnav's eyes for her and the strong emotions that she felt for him, were clearly evident to everyone around. Khushi trembled thinking about how everything had fallen apart so soon. And now, she did not have a home or a family to rush back to... making the broken Raizada family, her only supporters.

When Khushi had turned eighteen, the Guptas were looking out for a husband for Payal. A good rishta, had come along their way, promising an alliance for Khushi as well. Their younger boy had seemed interested and was willing to wait for a few more years till Khushi completed her education. That had come as a shocker to both Arnav and her. Their plans of studies and a future had somehow been foiled. Taking a rash decision, they had eloped and gotten married... unfortunately, breaking Payal's rishta along with binding theirs.

Her parents had broken all ties with her, angry and hurt at her behavior. To see Payal sad, had made her feel guilty beyond redemption. How was she ever going to face her family? And now, when she had no one to seek for help... she wondered where her life would take her. Two years of blissful marriage, had started crumbling when the first catastrophe in life had hit them.

Shyam Jha, the one-year-old husband of Anjali Raizada, had conveniently cheated the Raizadas and transferred their huge property and business to his name. He was a lawyer by profession and his sweet-talks had enchanted everyone around. Ajay Raizada, Arnav's father too had fallen for his words and innocently, given away his family business over. The Raizadas had literally been thrown onto the streets.

Arnav had to deal with a broken Anjali, an ailing Nani, and the loss of his father in this entire mess. He had to give up his career and take over the shattered fragments of their lives to build something on his own. The Maliks, Arnav's mama-mami, had taken them in and funded his business idea. Arnav had left college just before the final exams and Khushi had just managed to complete hers. Everything seemed to be falling apart... including their relationship.

Arnav Singh Raizada had turned bitter against the world... wanting to hurt everyone that came in his way. That included his wife, who had lately become his punching bag. No! He did not hurt her physically... he just wasn't that kind of a man. His cruel words caused her more harm than she could ever let anyone understand. She had quietly suffered, thinking positively that with time things will get better. However, six excruciating months, had broken her a little every moment.

The beautiful moments of the last few years seemed like a history... all she remember was his anger and anguish. In her immature rashness, she thought it better to set him free... like her filmy heart believed, that if he was truly hers... he would come back someday. And someday had finally arrived, eight years later.

------------ Flashback Ends -------------

"Di is getting married again? I can't believe it. How did this happen? Who is the guy? I am so thrilled to know Di is finally moving on in life," Khushi's happiness burst forth like always... in words, mumbles, jumbles and constant blabber, that calmed his heart. Arnav nodded, giving her the details of the years that had followed... filling in the gaps for the last eight years.

He told her how his business had speedily and steadily gained momentum. He spoke about how they had slowly managed to get over the treachery. With a friend's help, Arnav had also managed to get Shyam's truth out in the open and he was now serving his term in jail. However, nothing could bring back his father, and mend Anjali's broken heart. After many years, happiness seemed to have knocked on their doors, when Anjali's childhood friend had made an appearance.

Khushi could see that happiness reflecting in Arnav's eyes, as he spoke of his Di, falling in love all over again. Her eyes moistened to hear of happy endings and her heart soared to once again see the glimpse of the man she had fallen in love with. "Where did you disappear after our... hmmm...divorce?" he questioned croakily, wiping off the smile from her face. How would she reveal her most trying days and the endless hectic nights that followed?

However, she realized that today was not the time to hold back and it was better to get the past out of their way. "I somehow managed to convince a friend and her family, to take me to London along with them. I couldn't possibly return to mine, after what I had done to them. When I came here, I enrolled in a fashion school and completed a degree. My friend's family sponsored my schooling and I repaid them, by working double shift, at small restaurants and malls. Then I assisted at a fashion house for a few years, and finally began my own small fashion studio. That's how KC came alive. I am sorry I lost touch with all of you, Arnav. I should have called once in a while, to ask about you... but, I was so scared of how you would react... and the way things ended between us... everything was just so chaotic then!"

Arnav leaned towards her, making her gulp visibly at his nearness. "How did we fall apart Kitten? We were so in love... I know I was angry and bitter... and we fought a lot then. But somehow things seem to be a bit blurry now... and I only remember the sweet memories with you, that I have still cherished in my heart." Words tumbled out of her mouth, as if she agreed with everything he said and felt the same way as he did... at this moment.

"We were so young and volatile... so immature. We did not wait for things to settle around us... and I guess hurt each other... because we were the only ones for the other. You were all that I had then Arnav and despite your family... I was all you ever had." There was complete silence for a few minutes, as both Arnav and Khushi, let the conversation seep within themselves, bridging the gap between their hearts, caused by fate.

"Will you come to India Khushi? To design Di's wedding trousseau? The wedding is in three months and I am sure you must have realized by now, that it was her idea to get us to meet this way." Khushi nodded hesitantly, wondering if she could really go back down the memory lane once again. Would she be able to face her past? She would be kidding, if she said she hadn't missed any of them. Her list of awful dates was a perfect example of how much she had really moved on. Was Arnav asking her for something more than professional services? Or was she thinking too much into it?

"Give me some time to sort myself out Arnav. I have commitments here and a working studio. I am not sure if I could..." Khushi could not complete her list of excuses as Arnav interrupted her saying, "Please Kitten... Di would be really happy... and so would I." She sighed and nodded giving her approval, bringing a huge smile onto his face. Her heart warmed and hummed like a bird. The dust settled over it, seemed to be washing away, making it feel alive once again.

The meeting was soon over and they walked their separate ways... making Khushi ponder about how life had played this nasty joke on them. Was he ever separated from her heart? She remembered him in her trying times, she celebrated success with his thoughts. His beautiful memories plagued her in every new memory she made and she reveled in his submission of the same. Khushi smiled thinking about his parting words... "I have missed you so much, Kitten."

------------ Song Inspiration : Beete Lamhe ------------


[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E6QFYCM-9uc[/YOUTUBE]


Dard Mein Bhi Yeh Lab Muskura Jaate Hai
Beete Lamhe Hamein Jab Bhi Yaad Aate Hai

Beete Lamhe...

Chand Lamhaaat Ke Waaste Hi Sahi
Muskuraakar Mili Thi Mujhe Jindagi
Teri Aaghosh Mein Din The Mere Kate
Teri Baahon Mein Thi Meri Raate Kati
Aaj Bhi Jab Woh Pal Mujhko Yaad Aate Hai
Dil Se Saare Gamon Ko Bhula Jaate Hai
Beete Lamhe...

Mere Kaandhe Pe Sir Ko Jhukaana Tera
Mere Sine Mein Khud Ko Chhupaana Tera
Aake Meri Panaahon Mein Shaamo Sehar
Kaanch Ki Tarah Woh Toot Jaana Tera
Aaj Bhi Jab Woh Manjar Nazar Aate Hai
Dil Ki Viraaniyo Ko Mita Jaate Hai
Dard Mein Bhi Yeh Lab Muskura Jaate Hai
Beete Lamhe Hamein Jab Bhi Yaad Aate Hai
Dard Mein... Beete Lamhe...

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Part 2 - Woh Lamhe

Arnav had missed her. He could not get her out of his mind, since returning from London. She was all he could think about. He had been extremely stupid to let her go in the first place. Everything that had happened with his sister... his father... had shaken his foundation of trusting other people. Khushi had simply been caught in the crossfire, his easiest target to badger.

Not that she had suffered quietly. That was his Khushi... made up of spunk, courage and temper... all in delicious proportions. Wasn't that what drew him to her, since the very beginning. She was his feisty kitten, who could take on the entire world for him. But how did she deal with him shredding her entire world to pieces? Arnav shuddered slightly, as he waited at the airport arrivals lounge.

He was there to receive her. After their short meeting in London, he had made sure to keep in touch with her over the phone. With the heavy conversations out of the way, it was easy to get into comfortable conversations with her, like always. With a little persuasion from him and a little blackmailing from his sister, the brilliant fashion designer, Khushi Gupta had agreed to design the Raizada wedding outfits.

Khushi had earlier pleaded to work from London, citing the comfort her assistants and studio provided. However, Arnav had been adamant of her flying down to Delhi. How long could that woman stay away from her home? How long was she going to avoid meeting her family? And for how long was she going to suffer with the guilt of ruining Payal's wedding?

Someday she would have to face the truth. Payal was now happily married into a good family from Delhi. Arnav kept bumping into her often, and there was never a conversation where they did not discuss Khushi. With times, things had changed drastically and the Guptas had often blamed him for driving their precious daughter away. They craved to know of her well-being and as soon as Arnav had returned from London, he had informed them about the same.

Arnav got up from his seat and walked towards the area, from where you could see people arriving and greeting their overjoyed families. Where was she? Her flight had already landed and she should have been out by now, he mused. Arnav felt a crazy desperation like a teenager, waiting for one glimpse of his first love. And it could not be truer... because even though he was not a teenager anymore... she still remained his first and only love.

Arnav laughed mentally, thinking of how his sister had tried to set him up on various dates in the last eight years. He knew she wanted him to be happy and whole. However, no one could ever understand that he could feel complete only with Khushi. She was the one for him and he had, singlehandedly, blown away their chance of happily ever after. He chuckled slightly thinking of how his sister had finally realized the truth and managed to fix up a date... not really a date, but a meeting with Khushi.

Clearing his muddled mind, through the parting crowds, he saw a flash of red dazzling him with her beauty. She was here. Finally. Adorning his favourite colour. Back to where she belonged. Home...and everything happy. Arnav sighed in relief, not realizing that he had secretly been anticipating the last minute ditching of her travel plans. She scanned through the hoards of happy faces, to land her sight on the most stunning smirk that always took her breath away.

He took quick strides towards her and engulfed her in a warm hug. How was he to contain his excitement to see her home. "Welcome home..." he mouthed his thoughts vocally. Pulling back from the embrace, he saw her smile hesitantly and realized how difficult it was for her to be here. Cursing mentally, he moved backward, putting some distance between them. "Hey, its good to be back. I know I seem to have carried almost everything along with me. But I was unsure of how things would workout here," she said, gesturing to the many luggage bags surrounding her.

He could not help but laugh at her adorable face. "Its ok... Don't worry about the luggage Kitten. Your personal bellhop is here," he teased, making the conversation lighter. She laughed freely, looking so fresh even after such a tiring flight. It amazed him. And then again, he always knew she looked beautiful at any given time of the day. Loading the baggage in his luxurious SUV, he opened the passenger door for her to get in. She teased him about pretending to be chivalrous, knowing very well how casual and laidback he really was.

Despite his innumerous attempts to make her stay in Shantivan... their home, she had demanded to be lodged into a hotel, much to his annoyance. He understood her... the awkwardness to live amongst a family, who was her own... who was still her own. Shantivan was as much hers as his. The divorce might have wiped the legality of their marriage, however, it had never been able to clip the beautiful threads that connected their hearts.

After dropping her off to the hotel to freshen up, he headed to Shantivan, which was located in the far extreme of the same street. If she was staying at a hotel... it better be the one closest to his home. He promised to pick her up in the evening, to take her to meet Anjali and his Nani. They had been the most excited to know of these developments. With a spring in his steps, he stepped into the busy household of Shantivan, which was buzzing with activity, to welcome their oldest daughter-in-law.

By nightfall, Arnav realized what a fatal mistake he had done all those years ago by letting Khushi go away from him. Seeing the pampering she was getting from the entire Raizada family, seeing the love shining in her misty eyes for everyone... had made him curse himself a thousand times over. How could he have been so stupid and childish? In anger and torment, he had lashed out at the only person who seemed to be his oasis in that scorching dessert. She was his happiness and he had himself, driven her away.

He recollected their school banters and how as a bet he had gone ahead and proposed to Khushi in the eight standard. She had offcourse agreed... who would not fall for the charms of Arnav Singh Raizada, or so he thought. They had dated for three weeks, before he had summoned up the courage to tell her the truth. If he only liked her earlier, he had definitely fallen for her in those three weeks. That made it even more complicated to tell the truth. However, when he managed to finally tell her... she had burst out in her tinkling laughter... she had already known the truth and had just played along with his game.

Exactly three days later he had cornered Khushi in the school corridor and proclaimed his love for her. The prank might have been over, but love had only just begun for him. Without a need for any explanations, she had reciprocated his love. That is how simply they had begun dating. What followed were many beautiful years of senseless fights, rising anger, mushy make-up's, flirting, teasing, kissing and irrevocable love. Love that outshone the rest... love that he had lost along the way.

"Jealous much are we Arnie?" Khushi's teasing voice broke his self-rebuking reverie. His scowl turned to a bright smile hearing the endearment he had last heard more than eight years ago. If such simple things in life could bring happiness... why had he failed to realize it, then? The abundant wealth he had earned in last few years, toiling for days, weeks and months at a stretch, could not give him as much joy as these five words gave, which Khushi had just said.

"To see you smile, to see my family so happy... so complete, can never make me feel jealous Kitten! So, have you'll managed to catch up for the years that have gone by?" he teased. "Not even close. Seems like I will be wasting your money paid to the hotel, afterall. These women, are surely not letting me get out of their sight," came her quick reply. "Do you want to stay back, Khushi? Or would you prefer staying at the hotel? Tell me and I will speak to Di and Nani," Arnav asked earnestly.

She laughed and shook her head, took his hand in hers and dragged him into conversations that he would have most definitely avoided, had his sister dragged him in. However, how was he to refuse the woman who was bringing alive, a thousand emotions within him? Her proximity was affecting him in ways he could not deal with. It had been years since he had felt like this and he would always thank his sister for bringing Khushi back into his life.

In a couple of days, Khushi had managed to become the co-wedding planner for the impending marriage. She was not only designing all the wedding outfits for Di, Nani, Mami, Akash and Arnav, but also deciding on the floral arrangements and the colour themes for the decorations. All her meals including breakfast were at Shantivan. She had somehow managed to convince the Raizada's, her need to stay at the hotel and work with her assistants, through the day. So, she would be travelling to and fro from the hotel to Shantivan, atleast thrice a day.

Even though Khushi did not voice her thoughts, Arnav had known what she had been thinking. She had been thinking a lot about her family and had been keen on meeting them. Not knowing how to approach a family who had disowned her a decade ago, the uneasiness had been steadily rising, making her fidgety and zoned out. To give her the slight push in the right direction, he had managed to invite Payal and her husband for dinner tonight, and he hoped with all his heart that the girls somehow managed to reconcile.

How wrong had he been in thinking that, he realized by dinnertime. Slap! Payal had slapped Khushi, the moment she had seen her sister lounging in Shantivan. If Khushi had been stunned to see Payal there, she had been more shocked with the slap. Arnav had been furious with Payal and himself to have actually invited her there. Before he could intervene, Payal started speaking vehemently, "This had been long overdue Khush! How could you? How could you just leave us and vanish from our lives? I agree maa and babuji had told you to leave the house, but we were always updated about you and your married life. I wish I had been stronger then and remained in touch with you."

Khushi tried to interrupt an emotionally agitated Payal who said, "Just shut up and let me speak. You dealt with the entire divorce proceedings all alone... and then instead of coming home, you just vanished from here. Did you ever think of us Khush? About what maa and babuji will go through? I have been living in guilt the last eight years, wondering each moment how my baby sister is doing. You are selfish... you know, thinking only about yourself." Payal broke down crying hysterically, who was hugged by an equally sobbing Khushi. The sisters finally clung onto each other, as the Raizada's simply looked on, with tears in their eyes.

"I am sorry jiji... I was so stupid to be away from you guys. I hope you can forgive me..." Khushi said earnestly. "I am sorry too Khush, lagi tujhe?" Payal questioned, rubbing at Khushi's cheek, as if to wipe away the slap. Khushi nodded in denial and smiled at her sister. Seeing that bright smile, Arnav finally began breathing again. He had been on tethers while this entire confrontation had happened and finally he could relax and enjoy the craziness that was his family.

The dinner was as expected a mad affair, giving tough competition to the Mad Hatter's party of Alice in Wonderland. Arnav felt more so like Alice, listening to the outrageous conversations that kept running through the dining table. However, he was at inner peace, seeing the genuinely happy smile on Khushi's face. With the wedding coming up soon, he wondered how he should proceed with their relationship. At this moment it seemed to be in limbo, with both of them complacent in the comfort that they shared. Yet, he wanted more... more of her... more of them.

------------ Flashback -------------

"Ab beta aap iski maang mein sindhoor bhar do," the Panditji said to an anxious Arnav. Arnav and Khushi had finally eloped and were busy in fulfilling the wedding rituals, in the presence of a couple of friends. Arnav had wanted it to be a simple court marriage, yet the traditional Khushi demanded a proper wedding along with the registered one. Hence, they had simply gone to the court in the morning, gotten married and then travelled to a small temple in Delhi to be bound to each other once again.

Arnav noticed the way her eyes closed at the slight contact of his fingers to her hair parting, as he pinched a trail of bright red sindhoor, marking her as his. Her eyes opened, to show him that they were dewy with tears of happiness. At that moment he realized how much this wedding, with all its rituals, meant to her. Hell! She would have been happier with the blessings of their family... and instead of giving her that... what had he done? He had whisked her away from her loved ones; to cowardly make her, his.

He felt like a heel and wished he could go back in time and react differently to things. However, now was not the time for introspection. His beautiful new bride was waiting to be taken home, to be introduced to his family and welcomed like how his wife deserved to be. With that thought in his mind, he kissed Khushi on her cheek and mouthed "I love you" before pulling her along with him to get into the car that would drive them to their home.

------------ Flashback Ends -------------

How many things had he taken away from her? Arnav could not help but feel shameful for the way they had gotten married so many years ago. Although they were immature and childish, there was no excuse for not knowing what Khushi really wanted. She had always dreamed of fairytales... extravagant weddings and the presence of her closest relatives and friends. How had he missed such an important part in their life?

While they stood to shower flowers on the couple that was taking the pheras around the holy fire, Arnav felt melancholic and uneasy at the thought of how much Khushi had given up for him. He looked over at her, as she stood shimmering in the lights, in a beige and maroon saree. She looked stunning, like a woman who was extremely happy with her life. He felt annoyed at the fact that she was happy despite he not being a part of her life. He somehow, wanted to be the reason for her every happiness.

The last few weeks, even though hectic, had been the best weeks in his life since a really long time. Arnav and Khushi had gotten very close, talking and chattering like long-lost friends, catching up on times they had missed. His heart stirred with newfound emotions and would beat erratically each time she was around. He knew he was falling in love with Khushi all over again and there was no escaping it this time. The only thing remained to be answered is what she felt about him... about them? Would she give him another chance, to make her happy?

Happiness and tears is such a weird paradox... He realized by the time the reception began. The Guptas were there, to bless Anjali. Unaware of the fact that their, youngest daughter was there too. Khushi had been shocked to see them and vice-a-versa. The tears of happiness had flowed all around, making the guests wonder if everything was fine at the wedding. Hugs, kisses, smiles all intermingled to give that one woman the happiness, which she always deserved.

Arnav sighed in satisfaction, standing at a far of corner of the huge gardens where the reception was being held. The dimply-lit corner, made sure that no one could notice him... no one except her. He saw her walking towards him with quick strides and then lifting up her saree, she almost sprinted towards him. She paused a couple of feet away from him and looked at him intently. He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, not wanting to hear what she had to say and knowing exactly what she would.

After a couple of breathless minutes, she composed her thudding heart and whispered almost inaudibly, "Di told me... it was you... who invited maa-babuji. I just wanted to thank you Arnie... Thank you so much!" Seeing him shake his head in refusal of this acknowledgement, she gained power in her speech as well as her actions, as she threw herself into his arms and said, "Thank you for everything Arnie. For bringing me back home, for giving my family back to me, for making me so happy. I love you for everything." To all that she had said, he replied huskily, "...And I simply love you... for you."

------------ Song Inspiration : Woh Lamhe ------------

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omv2hDDVBkg[/YOUTUBE]

Wo Lamhe, wo baatein,
Koi na jaane,
Thi kaisi raatein, Hooo, barsaatein,
Wo bheegi bheegi yaadein...

Na main jaanoun, Na tu jaane,
Kaisa hai ye mausam, Koi na jaane,
Kahi se yeh fizaa aayi,
Ghamon ki dhoop sang laayi,
Khafaa hogaye hum, Judaa hogaye hum,

Wo Lamhe, wo baatein,
Koi na jaane,
Thi kaisi raatein, Hooo, barsaatein,
Wo bheegi bheegi yaadein...

Saagar ki, Gehraayi se,
Gehra hai, Apna pyaar,
Sehraoun ki, In hawaon me,
Kaise aayeee-gi bahaar,
Kahan se ye hawa aayi,
Ghataayen kaali kyoun chhaayi,
Khafaa hogaye hum, Judaa hogaye hum,

Wo Lamhe, wo baatein,
Koi na jaane,
Thi kaisi raatein, Hooo, barsaatein,
Wo bheegi bheegi yaadein...


Edited by mints23 - 9 years ago
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Part 3 - In lamhon ke daaman mein...

"I love you too!" These four words resonated in Arnav's ears even as he sat back in his plush office, working furiously on his laptop. And just like that the sun seem to shine brighter and everything around him fazed out, with just her face flashing in his mind. When he had declared his love for her, at Anjali's wedding, she had stilled in his arms. An uncomfortable silence had surrounded them. She had said, "I love you" in a friendly manner and in return he had given her the declaration of his innermost feelings.

He had managed to salvage the situation, by telling her that it was okay if she didn't feel the same way yet. Even though her response hurt him, he convinced himself, that he would win her over, some day. It had been exact three months since then. After the wedding celebrations had wrapped up and Anjali had gone off for her honeymoon, the Guptas had taken Khushi home... to Lucknow. Payal had tagged along for a much deserved family reunion.

Arnav had been cranky and annoyed, even though he knew how much Khushi needed this right now. The love and care of her family would make her decide to stay back in the country, and never ever think of returning to London. Off course, in the meantime, Arnav had put into action his plan to woo her. Two months of torturous separation had come to an end, when Khushi had returned to Delhi, to finish off some work and that is how had begun the series of romantic dates, Arnav had taken Khushi on.

First date had been on a Sunday, in their school classroom. Arnav had somehow managed to get permission for this feat. He had arranged for a simple lunch, consisting of their favourite school-time snacks of samosas, chole bhature, fried chips, sandwiches, Frooti for a drink and eclairs as dessert. He had specially arranged for raw mango with salt and masala, which Khushi used to love eating during school break. She had been thrilled to relive their childhood and so many delightful memories that came along with it.

Arnav knew what Khushi was expecting on their second date and made sure to somehow surprise her instead. He had taken her to their college and instead of organizing a lunch on their glorious terrace... which was kind of their "college hangout", he had taken her to the basketball court for a quick match. He might want to pretend that he had let her win; however, the truth was that she had won fair and square. She had actually beaten him very easily, making sure to gloat about it throughout their entire date. Arnav had been happy with that... after all seeing her happy is what he had set out for.

Then followed innumerable romantic dates, which somehow managed to alter Khushi's plans of returning to London. He had managed to convince her to shift her base to Delhi and open up a boutique in one of the artistic areas of Delhi... in the Hauz Khas Village. The feeling of falling in love with her all over again had been breathtaking. He had long ago admitted his love for her... yet, her declaration still remained and he had got it as a surprise gift on his birthday.

Khushi had booked a farmhouse close to Delhi, inviting all their school and college friends. The families were also going to be present and a grand party had been put together for the birthday boy. Arnav had no clue of this entire plan, until they had arrived at the farmhouse. He had been touched at the amount of effort Khushi had put in, to organize this surprise for him. Her gestures spoke volumes, filling in the silence of her heart. He still ached to hear her feelings for him and yet decided to tell her again, what she meant to him.

Arnav cornered Khushi, as everyone got engrossed in the food and music of the birthday bash. "Hey Kitten, I just wanted to thank you for this brilliant surprise. You have no idea, how much this means to me. And by the way... you look stunning," Arnav whispered close to her ear, reducing the distance between them. He knew he was overwhelming her by his presence; yet, he could not keep away from her anymore.

"Thi... this is not the surprise Arnie," Khushi stuttered, trying to gain some confidence from his stunned stance. He questioned her with his caramel eyes to which she replied, "This was just a party planned for you by us all. My gift to you is something else." She pushed him away slightly and told him to close his eyes, which he promptly did. He could feel her warm breath fanning his face on the side, as she whispered those four glorious words... "I love you too."

His eyes snapped open, staring intently in clear hazel eyes, shining with so much love that it threatened to consume him completely. "What did you say?" he asked, to reconfirm if he had heard it correctly. She giggled like an angel and said, "I love you too Arnie. You had told me of your love months ago and I have been wanting to tell what I feel for you, for we..." He silenced her in the only way he knew by taking her lips in a much-needed kiss.

His lips lingered on hers... nipping, tasting, giving, demanding. Blood surged through his body, as he pulled her closer to himself... not believing in the miracle of destiny. Having her like this, in his arms, felt perfect. How had he given this up for so long? She loved him... even after everything he had done, she loved him and that itself was a big miracle. Cupping her face, he deepened the kiss. She tasted so sweet, so innocent, even after all these years... and he realized that he had not forgotten the taste of her at all. After what seemed like hours, they pulled apart, gasping for air. Breathless. Shaken. Excited. And very much in love.

The families had rejoiced as they announced their relationship and for a change Khushi got to make her parents happy with her decision. They proposed to get the two married at the first given opportunity. However, Arnav had intervened to tell everyone, that he had no intention of rushing the wedding this time. He wanted it to be done with all rituals and as per tradition. He wanted to give Khushi a proper wedding she deserved and there was no need to hurry. She wasn't going anywhere and neither was he.

The families had laughed, seeing this romantic side of Arnav, which they had missed for years. The Guptas got to see the man, Arnav truly was... a man who loved their daughter unconditionally. It was the best birthday ever, which would remain in everyone's memory for a long time to come. Everyone had been truly happy for the couple. And as for Arnav... he was on top of the world, with Khushi by his side, once again.

The following months had been a flurry of activity. With shopping, parties, various functions and traditional pujas... it was everything that kept Arnav and Khushi on their toes. They had to literally sneak around to get some private moments. However, it was the most thrilling time as well. To see Khushi unconditionally happy brought a sense of calm, to Arnav's heart. He was finally giving her the fairytale wedding, she had dreamed of. He secretly vowed to always keep her this happy.

The wedding day itself would leave a glittering memory in their hearts. It was a beautiful day, that solemnized the bond between two very special people, Arnie and his Kitten. Arnav still remembered the moment, when he filled Khushi's forehead with the flamboyant sindhoor once again, marking her as his. Despite doing it the second time, this felt special, seeing the innumerous people gathered. They were the witnesses to their marriage, which proclaimed to the world, that Khushi was only his.

After the tiring post-wedding rituals, Arnav was finally pushed into his room, where his beautiful bride awaited. Even though they had made love innumerous times before, it seemed like ages ago. Both felt the excitement, anticipation and nervousness, as if it was their first time. And first time it was, for this new Arnav and Khushi. They were now a better version of themselves, who realized the depth of love and the true value of the sacred bond of marriage.

He sat close to her, pulling her in his arms. She went in like the pull of a magnet, and buried her head in his strong chest. Slowly and steadily he peeled her dupatta followed by removing her heavy jewellery. Getting her once again comfortable to his touch he murmured words of love, that had her reeling with need for him. He wanted to take his time, kissing every inch of her, feeling her soft luscious body, writhing under him.

And then he was inside her, feeling the tightness engulf him completely. It wasn't as painful as she had anticipated. It had been so long since she had gotten intimate with someone and every second thought was wiped away from her mind, the moment he started moving within her in slow, languid strokes. Finding their own beautiful rhythm, they moved together towards oblivion plummeting over the edge. Satiated, he pulled her warm body closer, brushing away wet strands of hair that clung to her skin. She smiled a brilliant smile, a smile that touched his heart in a way that all he remembered was being overwhelmed by sheer happiness.

x--------------------------------------------x

2 years later

"Arnie, wake up! It is almost afternoon and we have to get ready for Kabir's first birthday. We promised Di, we would help in the preparations, but I guess her brother has turned into a cheat!" Khushi teased Arnav, smacking his bare back with a soft pillow, trying to stir him from sleep. "Sone do na Khushi. It was you, who kept me awake till late in the night, with your obnoxious demands," he grumbled sleepily.

She jumped onto the bed and sat on his back angrily saying, "You didn't seem to be complaining last night. Now you are finding those demands obnoxious? Really?" He chuckled lightly, swiftly turning his body in a way, that now she was lying under him, with him hovering over her. Her instinct told her to push him away, but her body now had a mind of its own. The pregnancy hormones made her cling onto her husband at every given opportunity.

Reading her mind, he let out a loud laugh that stirred her further towards the inevitable. "I am not complaining Kitten... just stating my reasons for being late for the party. I am sure Di will understand, once we announce about your pregnancy to our families today." She smiled at the thought of making her loved ones happy with this news. Before she could respond to it, Arnav leaned over her, taking her lips in a scorching kiss... and then the "inevitable" followed soon, satisfying the duo once again.

It was almost evening, by the time they reached Anjali's house. After being greeted by her husband and family, Anjali cornered Arnav and said mockingly, "Chotte! You promised to help with the preparations. You could have atleast taken care of Kabir, while I could finish the remaining work. Par dekho! Mera bhai ab biwi ke pallu ke peeche chupta hai." Khushi saw her husband laugh at the choice of words Di had used and could not stop the giggle that burst from her mouth.

"Di... it's not my fault. Your favourite Khushi did not let me get out of the bed till late afternoon. What is a bechara pati to do in such circumstances!" Arnav sighed dramatically, making the two women gasp in shock at his brazenness. Khushi found an excuse and rushed off to help someone, while Anjali handed over Kabir to Arnav and said, "Now handle your favourite dude. He has been jumping to get into your arms, since you arrived. Finally I can get some work done, before the guests arrive."

Khushi slyly glanced at her husband, seeing him play with the year old toddler. Arnav was a natural with kids... so comfortable and loving. She smiled thinking of how; he would be with their child. However, she already knew the answer to that. She recollected how excited he had been; at the time she had told him of her pregnancy. They had been planning a child for a while, and the news had come at the perfect moment of her birthday. It was on that occasion, which she had revealed to him, about them being parents soon.

She still remembered how unsure and hesitant they had been in the initial stages of their second marriage. It was like collecting memories, or banking them, knowing life was unpredictable. Arnav had often taken her for short holidays. They had travelled across India and Europe. She had made a quick dash to London, to wind up her entire business and used the rest of her Delhi time, setting up a small boutique, which was now flooded with work.

The initial uncertainty had made way for strong trust and the foundation of love had strengthened with each passing day. This time over, they had been able to rectify the mistakes done after their first marriage. Khushi was now irrevocably bound to her husband's heart and soul. His every breath, synced with her own. As she saw Arnav lift Kabir in air, making him gurgle with laughter, her heart soared to see the peace and tranquility light up his features. They say babies make parents bond in a completely different way, and their baby had already started this connection.

"Does mami also want to be lifted by mama?" Arnav whispered close to her ear. When had he come to her side? She was so lost in her daydream, that she had failed to notice Arnav, making his way towards her. She smiled devilishly, before responding in a calm tone, "It is mama who is wrapped around mami's finger and she is the one tossing him around, at her will." Arnav laughed at the truth in her words and replied, "Well, true that. Mama loves mami so much, that he is ready to be dancing to her tunes all his life, what say Kabir?"

The baby in his arms, clapped and made some excited sound like... " Ma... mumama... ma...ma" That is all Kabir had been saying for the last one month. Anjali and Arnav had been fighting over the fact that Kabir was calling his mom or his mama. "See, I am telling you, he keeps saying mama... as in calling me and not mumma!" Arnav said, trying to get Khushi on his side of the argument. "Or he could be calling out to his mumma, who is just walking towards us," Khushi teased, pointing towards Anjali, as Kabir started jumping in Arnav's arms to go to his mother.

The following evening was full of fun, madness, celebration and laughter. As the elders joined the children in their innocent games, for once, forgetting the fact that they had grown way over the age of crawling on the floor. Kabir had slept through most of his birthday, making Anjali dread of the night to come. She was sure, of staying up all night, playing with cars scattered all over the bedroom.

After the guests had left for their respective homes, the Raizadas and Guptas had settled into the grand hall, along with Anjali's in-laws. They were buzzing with comfortable conversations, when Arnav had announced the happy news. The entire hall had erupted in loud cheers, as hugs and wishes were exchanged all around. Khushi felt overwhelmed with the love and adoration of her family. For once being the center of attention did not make her feel uncomfortable. Instead she reveled in their love.

She realized that it is such moments, that later become memories. What is life without a string of beautiful moments, that define who you are or who you wish to be. Her entire life till now had been brimming with such special moments, that looking back now, she realized that there was nothing she would like to change about it. The divorce was meant to happen... for her to achieve her dreams... for Arnav and her, to fall in love all over again... and this time till eternity.

Through the gathered crowd, Arnav made his way towards her, engulfing her in a warm hug. There were whistles and howls of teasing around. However, the couple seemed oblivious to their surrounding, lost into a world of their own. Their pure love seemed to be overpowering all other emotions, as Arnav placed a kiss over her soft cheek. The hall erupted in loud cheer, yet again, warming the heart of each one, who had witnessed this blissful moment.

------------ Song Inspiration : In lamhon ke daaman mein ------------

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v8crt75t1Sc[/YOUTUBE]


In Lamhon Ke Daaman Mein, Pakiza Se Riste Hain
Koi Kalma Mohabat Ka, Dohrate Farishte Hain

Khamosh Si Hai Zameen Hairaan Sa Falak Hai
Ek Noor Hi Noor Sa Ab Aasman Talak Hai
Nagmein Hi Nagmein Hai Jagti Soti Fizaon Mein
Husn Hai Sari Adaon Mein
Ishq Hai Jaise Hawaon Mein

Kaise Yeh Ishq Hai, Kaisa Yeh Khwab Hai
Kaise Jazbaat Ka Umda Salab Hai
Din Badle Raatein Badli, Baathein Badli
Jeene Ke Aandaz Hi Badlein Hai
In Lamhon Ke Daaman Mein, Pakiza Se Riste Hain
Koi Kalma Mohabat Ka, Dohrate Farishte Hain

Samay Ne Yeh Kya Kiya, Badal Di Hai Kaya
Tumhe Mene Paa Liye, Mujhe Tumne Paya

Mile Dekho Aise Hai Hum, Ke Do Sur Ho Jaise Madham
Koi Jyada Na Koi Kaam, Kise Aag Mein
Ke Prem Aag Mein
Jalte Dono Hi The Tan Bhi Hai Maan Bhi
Maan Bhi Hai Tan Bhi, Tan Bhi Hai Maan Bhi

Mere Khwaabon Ke Is Gulistaan Mein
Tumse Hi Tum Bahar Chai Hai
Phoolon Mein Rang Mere The Lekin
In Mein Khusboon Tumhi Se Aaye Hai

In Lamhon Ke Daaman Mein, Pakiza Se Riste Hain
Koi Kalma Mohabat Ka, Dohrate Farishte Hain

Khamosh Si Hai Zameen Hairaan Sa Falak Hai
Ek Noor Hi Noor Sa Ab Aasman Talak Hai
Nagmein Hi Nagmein Hai Jagti Soti Fizaon Mein
Husn Hai Sari Adaon Mein
Ishq Hai Jaise Hawaon Mein
Ishq Hai Jaise Hawaon Mein...


Edited by mints23 - 9 years ago
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A hot-shot designer Khushi was such a treat to read and there was a noticeable stance or rather an influence of a certain someone in her professional demeanour. Her first thought of designing his wedding trousseau (very agonizingly) was a mere insight to the depth of her feelings towards the man sitting opposite to her. The girl or rather a woman standing tall in all her professional glory wasn't an immature girl, who once had decided to part ways from her husband, whom she so loved. This beautiful woman was the one who possesses the strength to go through the harsh past and nurture (yet again) an unfulfilled dream.

I would love to give a benefit of doubt or rather justify Arnav's uneventful change from a loving husband to a suffering and a frustrating man. He was cheated and had his everything falling apart and during those unsteady flow of events, he simply forgot to cherish the woman in his life, maybe because he thought she belonged with him and would be there forever. Alas! Things are not so pleasant as they seem to be.
"And to her utter shock, she saw their wedding band still in place" - these were my favourite words for some reason. Probably because they gave a mere insight to the depth of his feelings towards the woman sitting opposite to him.

Their relationship falling apart was no one's fault really. It was a testing riddle thrown their way by the nature and unfortunately they failed to decode it. But I hope they do it this time around.
'Beete Lamhien' fits the bill just right!

I am sure there will be a day when Green tea will once again be replaced by a Masala Chai with the much added ginger.
Waiting for the next part.
Update soon. 😊
Edited by sk2405 - 10 years ago
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Posted: 10 years ago
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Mitthadi...kya likhu mai ? Yaara tune meri bolti hi vandh kardi...
As usual perfect song .
Lovely n bit emotional update. .
Childhood lovers..
Their marriage at very tander age n then the separation..
And now after eight Yeats they met...wow...
Anjali got second chance to be happy n so did she arrange their meeting...
Continue soon...
A tight hug for Mitthadi.
Take care dear.
Edited by Divyahet - 10 years ago
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Posted: 10 years ago
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lovely chappy..clearly they both still love n miss each other...update soon pls...😊
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Unres

I loved the first part with the bittersweet memories.
I had no clue that Arnav and Khushi would be ex-husband/wife over here. When I read your note in the beginning I thought they would be meeting after a long time, may be like school time friends or something like that. But you took me by surprise here. I loved the green monster possessing Khushi when she thought about the relationship between Arnav and Riya. 😛 This proved how affected she was even after 8 long years, 8 long years without any contact. Even after all these years they felt connected otherwise Khushi won't be telling him about the past years she spent alone. The way they both acknowledged and confessed their mistakes without any ego clashes was commendable. It's true that when a considerable amount of time passes since two people/friends had fought, the reasons behind it feels immature and stupid. I love the name Kitten 😳
So the question is would they be able to move past the past and move towards a future which has them together?

PS: So Shyam has always to be the reason they fight and separate from each other😡
Edited by aquagal - 10 years ago
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Its tooo gud.hope u update sooon.eagerly waiting.
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Awesome start
I was waiting to get a PM from you. Your new stories and you comeback is the best surprise on Valentine's day.
Wow I love khushi character. She went through so much in past. She married Arnav for her sister's sake and then was with him in her most miserable and depressive time. She was needed to cherish and i think now Arnav has realize his mistake and courageously taken step to see if they can be back again and i think they can because even after so many year she is the only one he got and he is the only she got for hamesha.
I hope khushi will reconcile and mend her broken relatin with her family. Where khushi standtoday, building her life from scratch is indeed worth to be proud.
Edited by Javeria3991 - 10 years ago

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