ARSHI/OS: A New Beginning with Curator...Marriage Special

By:Mysticaldivine

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"aaj se tum meri patni ho...par sirf Duniya ki nazroon main...aur sirf chai maheeno keh liye..."

[you are my wife but just for the world and only for six months...]

These words were reverberating as an echo over her brain to remind her who she belongs to now ...and that reminder was making this long night more darker than ever..."Khushi Kumari Gupta...you belong to me now"...The words of her Love, her Curator were snipping her heart and soul together but slowly...making her bleeding more than ever...leaving her breathless under his roof...in between these merciless walls ..in which he has locked her in...the very same person who has locked her in his heart by caressing her soul couple of days ago...

The night was falling under the bolting thunder.The pitch black darkness was getting the glimpse of light over the sky but under the roaring rage, which was enough to jolt one innocent heart whose dreams were shattered under the devastation of unknown yet flowing fears in the hands of only one and the only one who is the ruler of her heart beside his hate.The one who owns her heart in his safe cocoon, in his safe harbor of love but tonight she was thrown in the fire by the very same person but he was not leaving her alone there either and had joined her in this fire to face the world.

Yes, Arnav Singh Raizada who writes his own destiny and others too.Indeed, Today he has written hers without knowing that the mighty power has written theirs a long time ago...

Arnav was pacing back and forth outside of his room with his wounded heart which was bleeding over her tears that were flowing right on the other side of this door...Her tears were falling on his heart ...making this titan falls every second but He couldn't hear that any more ...and the very next moment with clenching jaws and gritted teeth along with tight and tensed muscles with full force while growling he gets halted in his tracks, his fist lands on the side concrete wall in his anguish yet broken state ,leaving him with oozing blood ,the heat of which was enough to cinder his rage ever than before...the scene which embroiled him seeing his love in someone's arms...Someone has touched her...She had let someone touched her...to embrace her...was more than enough for his possessed soul which was restless with the fear of losing her.

He was squeezing his fist more and more by the lingering vision of her being embraced by someone else...but then, suddenly the air gets frozen..he stops because he can't hear her anymore ...suddenly her voice has become silent...there was no movement or anything over the other side of this door...

He jerks up towards the door... unlocks it ...but what was this? He couldn't open it now...She had locked him from inside...She had closed the door at him...His Khushi had shut the door without any complaint...She had closed the door for her Curator...

"No! She can't...She just can't do this to me"

Khushi!!! ...open the damn door ...or I 'll break it and every door which will stop me seeing you...

He starts his banging ...pushing.., slamming but in vain...the loud voice brings the whole family at the spot... when Anjali screams at him, "Why did she lock herself? Why did she move you out of the room Arnav? Why?"

Akash without paying attention to anything...joins his brother and both try slamming the door but in vain...

The time was passing each second making his blood frozen in his veins...what if she has committed...? No, she can't ...she can't harm herself...She is Khushi ...the brave and the bold girl who can fight for her rights ...but can't do anything such like that...but what if she did...no...no ...no "Khushi !!! you can't ...just tell me you are fine...Damn it...open the door..."

Suddenly he runs at the back side of the Shantivan...towards the poolside...where the glass door can be broken easily...He comes there in a gif and tries to slide the door...it was closed and the curtains were drawn...His heart stops beating for a second...picking up one flower pot...he smashes it no time... ignoring the pain of some piercing broken pieces of glass over his wrist, arms, and face...the running blood was providing him energy...the life...He needed that to see his life in front of him.. alive, in his arms...

He enters the room...a pitch black darkness...She didn't make a sound even after this whole fiasco...He pleads with demand..."Khushi! Please be Ok for me...while gritting teeth... damn it..."

He searches for the button and turns on the lights...She was lying on the floor ...lifeless...shit..."Khushi!!!" that's all he could say...

He gathers her in his strong yet safe cocoon...caressing her cheeks with his hand calling her with the softest voice ever ..."Khushi!!! please open your eyes..." then fear takes over him... he checks her everywhere ...there was no blood...What if she took some pills or poison...No ...No ...She can't ...He jerks her up ...yells at her...threatens her...pleads her. Leaning a little then he kisses her over her forehead by closing his eyes ...gathering her closer to his heart...where his heart picks up her heart beat...Yes her heartbeat... His tears flow down under a small appearing smile...He brings her face closer to his ...kisses her nose, cheek, eyes, everywhere he can...and keeps his forehead over hers...while his tears bring her in senses...and their eyes meet with each other after the hateful moment...and here she sees her Arnavji...the one who always lets her peep, in his soul...

While caressing her cheeks with his thumb touching the corner of her lips...His reverberating words pick up new echo..."Khushi !!! Please don't leave me...I won't survive...Please Don't leave me like Ma...please don't..."

He closes his eyes feeling her touch over his cheek... Yes! She touched him...his Khushi ..touched him... By erasing his wounds Khushi whispers,..."Arnavji!!!... I..."

He opens his eyes and stops her..."Don't say anything...[ after a pause ...caressing her cheeks]...I'm sorry ...Khushi !!! I won't let anything happen to you...I promise...Please...forgive your Arnavji..." hugging her tighter than ever...and she holds his hand wrapping in her saree...stopping the blood...without going away from his embrace...either

The Glass of hate indeed has been shattered by the noise of Love ...where Nani was blessing along with smiling faces who were witnessing moon and stars in between few clouds...the storm was over...

The family leaves them alone while smiling... He lovingly keeps looking at her while she was cleaning his wounds...He holds her hand to stop her in her ways to make her look at him...

Her tired Hazel eyes get the spark of life meeting his loving brown orbs which were just flowing guilt with pain...He kisses her hand with his lips ...and gets up while spooning his love in his strong arms...Lays her down in the middle of the bed ... her hugging slender arm comes in touch with his prickly face ...a soft touch ... her touch...He stays there while holding her looking at her lovingly...when she breaks this spell... by wincing ..closing her eyes,

Arnav asks panicking" Khushi, "What happened? Are you hurt...? Where?..."

"I am...I didn't eat ...I mean ..." Khushi stammers in between holding her tummy...I am just hungry...

Arnav with his concerned face, "Oh...Ok...hold on..."

He makes her sit by balancing her with the headboard...and goes to the table where milk and fruit were still there untouched...He sits by her after grabbing food...and gives her milk first..."Drink slowly..." ...and cuts apple for her...but she refuses...and gestures at Jalaibis...He raises his eyebrows while smiling and brings one near to her lips...She bites it while looking at his relaxed yet most infected smile...without noticing his gulping over her pink petals layered with the sweetness of Jalaibis...He couldn't resist cleaning it with his thumb...while sending shivers through her veins...

but suddenly, blood rushes to her head and she remembers his actions ... his scorching roar ...announcing her punishment... and she removes his hand from her lips and looks at him with a rim of tears..."Arnavji...aap ne wo sab...wo sab kyuon kya?" [ Why did you do all tonight...what was the reason?]...I have a right to know the reason..."

Arnav knew she will ask sooner or later, but her question ...once again makes him tensed...and he turns his face to get up but she holds his hand, and his next words urge her to leave that hold instantly " I saw you in Shyam's arms"

She almost slips the glass of milk but he holds her hand firmly with his while meeting her eyes...where tears were rolling nonstop...which always make him weak... and her quivering lips whisper the broken words which makes his eyes wider than ever..."Shyamji is Di's hubby, but...but he helped Buaji and me going through with a tough time of our life...He is like my older brother...he came to tell me that you are coming to ask my hand from my parents and how happy he is ..."

Now Arnav understood his Jijaji's anger over his hasty step marrying Khushi like that. Her questioning eyes were enough for his conviction...He accused her of with the worst...the Seduction that didn't happen at the first place and he didn't leave any stone accusing the one and the only one who rules his heart and soul..he didn't even give her a chance to explain ...how could he even think such a thing...He gets up leaving her hand steady...While closing his eyes ..."I'm sorry Khushi...just forgive me if you can...though I don't deserve it..." and by saying that he steps up...but feels a tug in his arm...She was holding his hand while looking down...

"Arnavji...I won't forgive you if you leave me now...Your punishment is ...you have to be with me ...now and forever... and tomorrow ..and for eternity...but tomorrow when I will cook for you with lots of chilies and all ...you will have to eat it and without making any noise ...and no sugar free Jalebis for you or cold milk after that to sooth you either " ...She finishes while sniffing and pouting like a child ...He couldn't imagine in her wildest dream the innocence she holds within her...He sits in front of her and waits for her to raise her eyes...

and when her eyes meet with his ... he sees the desire to be loved... he couldn't resist scooping her delicate figure in his arms while making her sit in his lap...She was holding his neck with her slender arms...looking lovingly at him...He brings her out over the poolside and sits over the large cushioned rug which he had set for himself to sleep a couple of hours ago...She was still in his arms...and her ethereal beauty was radiating under the moonlight and the fairy lights more than ever...She cups his face and caresses it with her soft touch while he leans and presses his lips over hers...soon the soft touch rages the need to have more...by raising their heartbeats ...flickering a heated desire in their touch...and soon that touch of passion takes over to feel the heat enveloped in this fire which starts burning their core under this deep, uncontrollable thirst...a cringing thirst which their lips delivered to each other...His lips touch her where no one can ... while arousing her craves for more in this process each second to merge with his yearnings, to be one as one soul...skin to skin by nibbling, teasing, tasting, craving for more and more ...leaving behind all the thoughts ... Which have no room anymore in between them ... She was in his arms ...in his heart...in his soul... She is his and he is hers...She raises her head and kisses him "I love you Arnav..." ...but gets halted by his finger over her lips to just whisper his name from these petals...and he leans forward to capture the essence of it one more time but slowly ...savoring the taste of life...

Indeed! it is a new beginning with Curator...

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⭐️A Standing ovation to the entire Team and to Barun and Sanaya⭐️...for giving us such magical moments to cherish...👏

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