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Awesome chapters 6, 7, 8, 9...thanks for the PM

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So emotional n heartbreaking!

It kills me to see them suffering so much!

You write beautifully < 3

Arnav is so close to knowing Khushi's condition I hope he finds out soon.

Update this soon enough please!

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Nice story read all parts

Both are set to a new journey of friendship

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Snice emotional story do update it soon

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A very beautiful story .read all the parts together.this has left me asking for more.pls update soon.

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Note: My sincere apologies for leaving this fiction untended for such a long time. I promise now that I have began it I will finish it. Let me share that I achieved what I struggled for. I got admission in govt. medical college. College starts this Monday 😆
All the readers who read this story please stick with it 😃
(This chapter is longer than my usual length and from now on the chapters would be lengthier.)
P.S: When I changed my name to SwrlngElephants I had no idea I couldn't change it back for whole year! Now this is a tragedy. I am so angry!

Happy Reading

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Chapter Ten:
A River of Pain

In dard ke zakhmo me banjar kuch daryan pal pal behte hain
Iss halki halki khanki me chupey raaz najaane kaise hain
In duniyo ki cheezo se wabista se kuch rishtey hain
Iss dil ke andhero me rang najaane kaise hain
In khilte khilte phoolo ki khusbhu bhi behki behki hai
Iss dhadkan ki khamisho me ye raag najaane kaise hain
Kya khoob kaha tha bando ne hum insaan to hote aise hain
Kabhi rote hain phir haste hain yun yun ghut ghut k hum jeetay han
Dard ki daldal me simat k bhi hum jeetay hain
Jaise kuch raaz suhane hote hain kuch rang anokhey hta hain

(Barren rivers flow in the painful wounds with every beat)
(Unknown clandestine veiled in the light freeze)
(Some relations bonded with the worldly material)
(Unknown hues carved in the darkness of the heart)
(The scent of the blooming flowers intoxicates)
(Unknown melodies sung in the muteness of the heartbeats)
(How apt the men had spoken, we humans are like this)
(We cry then we laugh, we live in the suffocation as this)
(We delve in the quicksand of pain but still live)
(Like some secrets are wondrous and some melodies exclusive)

-Warda

"Surprise!" She yelped, running untamed towards Anjali only to arrest her in a breath-knocking embrace. Anjali fell back a step under the might of the impact, winding her arms around her waist as the alarm dispersed.

"How are you, Di?!" She questioned grinning from end to end, detaching herself from the hug.

"As pretty as ever, Lavanya. It was indeed a surprise. A splendid one as that of. I grant you a perfect ten." Anjali answered, caressing her face.

"About time, Di. Why, thank you." She replied, jovially laughing.

"What brings you here? I thought you weren't to be back in India until next month." Anjali inquired, intrigued. Even though she felt joyous on having Lavanya back a piece of her heart couldn't help shriveling down in sickening disappointment and desperation.

"ASR! Apparently he was losing his patience to cupid. In debt! I received his call the first thing yesterday morning in New York on waking up. He said he wanted me here in India and the New York project will be further taken care of by Rahul. I tried to squeeze in sense into him, frantically asking him to let me draw a close to it and how I had burnt the midnight oil for that venture and I wanted to be there when it would reach its termination but he was exceedingly adamant to his behest. He urged me to take the flight that was due 12 in the noon and I had so much at hand to take care of! Honestly Di, your brother was born when hundred dictators died. Not that I minded the desperation he held for me." She concluded with a deliberate fluttering of her eyelashes, her dimple pronounced with the smitten smile that stretched across her face.

"I wouldn't agree less, Lavanya. Truth beautifully crafted. Anyways I would fancy saying the dictator in my brother did one good ship of calling you back early." Anjali replied lovingly.

"Ditto, Di! I missed you all." She attested, hugging her again.
"I gather you must be tending fatigued bones!" Anjali jested. "You should rest, Lavanya."

"I will Di as soon as I meet ASR and Adi. Where are they anyway?" She asked, craning her neck to look past Anjali as a sign of combing the area in search of the duo.
"Gardening again aren't they?" She concluded as her trekking sight almost passed by the lone figure that stood beside the sofa, it toured back to her and stilled there in confusion.

"Who is she, Di?"

"Who?" Anjali asked, forgetting about the girl who till a few minutes back accompanied her.

"The girl behind you in that pathetically designed dress, not to mention the world-of-unyielding-stiff-braid clouting her head." She replied, her face scrunching in disgust and eyebrows flopping around in disbelief.

"Lavanya, Behave!" Anjali cried out, appalled. "She is Adi's governess."

When Anjali turned around with an apology stamped face she found no traces of hurt or horror on her face. She just stood there beside the sofa, her head tilted sideways as she tried to catch sight of something that was hiding below the mahogany table.

"Khushi?" Anjali called out. She blinked liberally and her gaze flew back to stop on Anjali.

"Sorry about that. It was nothing." She replied, swishing her hand towards the table indicating the predeceasing moments. "I heard what you said...Lavanya isn't it?" She challenged, addressing Lavanya.

"Excuse me. Who the hell are you to utter such impropriety to me? A good for nothing governess!"

"I can't fathom the degree of impropriety my tone or words delivered to you." She replied, unbending. "However, if you did find impertinence underlying my statement I can do nothing about that."

"Listen Miss. Nothing-at-all." Lavanya snarled, her finger pointing at her.
"No Miss Lavanya you listen to me. If my looks gave away the impression of a petrified cowardly girl to you then you are decidedly erroneous because I am anything but that. And as the nature calls it my appearance is a matter not concerning you."

"How dare a servant such as you talk to me like this?"

"Correction...Lavanya." She emphasized, voicing out her name in an icily rugged manner. "I maybe a governess of Adi but I am no servant to you."

"But as it happens Lavanya is a member of this house. You are as much a servant to her as you are to Adi, Di or me." His manipulated voice interrupted Lavanya's retort.
Even though a crushing want of kneeling on the floor in surrender and tiredness washed over her she maintained her posture, refusing to look behind her as if his interruption had made no difference to her.

He watched the stiffening that projected in her back as she heard him. However, as he had wanted her to react she stayed where she was not even bothering to acknowledge his interruption.

"ASR!" Lavanya exclaimed, running rampant into his arms. "I missed you so much baby." She crooned oblivious to the audience around. Even when he snaked an arm around her waist, his eyes never left Khushi's body.

Come on! Why aren't you reacting dammit! He swore, gritting his teeth.

Khushi stilled there, without turning back she could portray them clinging together. Her face became iron hot from the encounter that had emerged at her back. Billing down the wriggling of her teary heart she shaped up her distorting determination. She wouldn't be affected. The Arnav standing behind her with an exceptionally arrogant girl in his arms was no one to her.

"I missed you too, Lavanya." He replied sexily for his nemesis advantage more than Lavanya's. Anjali standing at the side witnessed the proceedings, trying her best to control the erupting giggles. Romance was so not her brother's thing especially when it was done solely to make some other girl jealous.

"Though I should not be talking to you for what you did let alone hugging and endearing you, I am going to let the grudge go. I am glad for the better part you called me back."

"It was need of the hour, Lavanya. Besides it had been quite a long time without you." He replied, his eyes for a second catching Lavanya and then flying back to Khushi.
"I know. It was hell without you." She admitted, tightening the hug.

"Do you actually do this to make talk with me Miss. Gupta? Recollecting my earlier statement I would quote for your benefit Are you paid to linger about?'" He spoke to her back, ending their mushy rendezvous there. Lavanya wriggled out of his embrace and voiced out her thoughts, "ASR what good did you find in her that you gave her this position? She seems...nothing." She added after musing for a second analyzing her up and down, her upper lip puckering in mockery.

"I keep the same opinions Lavanya however my great Di here hired her, not me." He replied frigidly.

"Enough now you two. This is really enough." Anjali interrupted, her voice heated. She limped her way towards where Khushi stood. Her eyes apologized to her in return of which she smiled letting her know she didn't mind. Anjali squeezed her hand and spoke out,

"Let's go to Adi. Chotey and Lavanya would fancy some time alone."
She turned around to find Arnav standing near the banister, his hands grasping Lavanya's. Stealing her glance away she followed Anjali's step.

"You didn't answer my question." Arnav spoke out, adamant on not letting her go without eliciting a reaction from her. What reaction he really wanted and why, he didn't know. He just did.

"I am sorry, Sir." She replied not looking up at him.

"Sorry wouldn't do, Miss Gupta."

"That's all I have. Nothing more nothing less." She murmured still not looking at him.

"Chotey, let it go. Please" Anjali implored.

"ASR! Let her be. Make sure you don't laze around too much Governess." Lavanys warned.

"I will." She simply acquiesced.

"I expect nothing more from you except meaningless apologies and hollow claims." His cutting accusation fell on her ears and defiantly she replied without meeting his gaze.

"I am glad you reap low yielding expectations in my regard."

"Look at me when I am talking to you!" He shouted his voice a concoction of rising tremors and husky dementation.

Her eyes shot up then to meet his, the fear developing a mind of their own. They stayed there captured by his blazing orbs, the melted chocolate of his eyes glazing with the starry syrup. His jaws clenched ruggedly, the nerve in his temple visibly twitching. Overridden with the tiredness that was creeping from the earthly confines into his body she shook her head, aiming to steer clear with the bizarre ideas of love and jealousy.

"And how exactly the profits would rectify your day with my looking you in the eye?" She shot out, graved with his constant childish badgering. "I dare mention since you are Arnav Singh Raizada you would dig out some severe crime if I look you in the eye as I am doing right now." Her eyes held blazes of violence and her mouth forming a thin line delivering the message of Don't mess with me' which naturally Arnav did not pay heed.

"Now a maid is going to lecture me about the flaws of my character?" He questioned, hailing in his anger.

"Yes, the very same maid who has got no likes to work in your jail whatsoever. There, Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada. Be a happy man now. I quit." She blasted him off. The very next instant of the termination she whirled around to depart the house, her head held high with the passion and valor of a victorious warrior.

"Khushi please stop. Don't do this. This is as much for your good as it is for mine." Anjali pleaded. Something in her voice stopped her as she readied to step out. With a determination alighted eyes, she turned back and walked up to him.

"If you are thinking you won some stupid game you were playing then you have another thought coming, Arnav." She threatened, her senses bidding adieu to reasons and the present. "And if you think I would quit the court under the duress of your wrenchingly pretentious cover of a heartless man when it comes to me then you should finish this stupid act of yours because I am not falling for your hits. Be rational, Arnav! You are not some teenager now. It's high time you grow up. Live in peace and let others live in peace."

Her laborious breath continued to huff and screech, she failingly trying to calm down her senses. Arnav, on the other hand, stayed put without replying to the tirade uttered by the bold lady. Lavanya, shocked as she was, looked from Khushi to Arnav and then back to Khushi unable to respond. Anjali consciously admired Khushi's nerves, knowing how independent and courageous she had emerged out to be from the sweet nice girl she had read her to be first.

"Happiness. Where were you? I have been combing the whole upper floor for you." Adi's loud clatter of steps down the stairs and his calling question broke everyone's chain of thoughts.

The next split second Khushi moved her head suggestively searching others faces with the remnants of expressions that would have exhibited on their faces in contrast to the tirade she had uttered blistered with the heat of the moment.

Arnav's face was impassive even when his gaze refused to leave her heated face. A deep red blush rose up on her cheeks. Anjali was all sunshine's and daisies. Whereas, Lavanya eyed her incredibly like she had two horns sticking out of her thick head.
"I am sorry. I am a douche bag. My family says I am half mad. No. Scratch that. In fact they say I am fully mad. I am sorry." She said the last sentence, biting on her lower lip. Her fingers taxingly working their way on her dupatta.

"We didn't mind that, Khushi. Come on now or else Adi will eat your fuzzy brains." Anjali replied, aiming to diffuse the tension. "Which reminds me. Adi, won't you meet Lavanya?"

"Hello, Maasi."

"OH Adi! I have told you a hundred times. Don't call me maasi. I can be anything but your maasi." She whined, looking towards Arnav with a twinkle in her eyes. "Call me, La. Short and classy."

"Okay, La. I hope you are good."

"Absolutely and you?"

"Me too. Thanks. Happiness, let's go in my room. Bye, La. I hope to see you around."

"You definitely will, Adi."

About three things Khushi was absolutely positive as she walked away with Aditya, whilst glancing back at a rigid Arnav scrutinizing her.

1: Arnav was a jerk.
2: Arnav was a douche bag.
3: Arnav was an insolent selfish scum who cared for none other than himself.

Not to mention for now Khushi abhorred him with every beat of her heart. He had always been a rakshas. Always. And by the looks of it Arnav predisposed no signs of changing his renowned title. She couldn't careless!

"ASR what happened to that Chamkeeli? Why did she talk to you like that? You did not even jump up at her to extinguish off your fiery challenged esteem! Why ASR? She is so ugly!" A startled and dubious Lavanya questioned, while clinging to Arnav. Her hands seductively wrapped around his neck.

"I don't want to talk about it for now, Lavanya. You must be tired. We are glad you came here first. Stay for lunch." He put an end to her queries unwrapping her arms from around him.

"She is so ugly and poor!" Lavanya added matter-of-factly.

"Don't you dare Lavanya? Nothing. Nothing gives you the right to speak about her like this! Mind this in future." He bit out in anger to a flabbergasted Lavanya.

Inflated with the ever magnificent sullen expressions as he began opening the door he caught hint of a figure lurking outside.

Khushi had never believed in or supported eavesdropping. For her it was wrong, a lack of decorum and something not to be done even in the most wanted times. But as she passed through his door and heard the lightly audible voice of Lavanya regarding her she couldn't help but halt wanting to hear more. What she heard in reply to the insults Lavanya had articulated for her made her skip a heartbeat. Arnav cared for her? Was it true he only behaved ruthlessly to her on the outside and from the inside he still cared for her?

Even before she had the chance to shamefully smile after pondering upon his reply she heard him again.

Ferocity was the middle name of Arnav from the time he had made his chivalrous entry in the world, saving her mother from the complications of a second round of caesarian after Anjali. His emergence had been smooth, orderly and on time. Like an obedient child with a golden platter in his hands he had dilated his way out into the very hands of the doctor and on the second course of breathing the air of the world he had beamed lopsidedly at the female he had seen with his unusually puffy hardly opened eyes. The doctor had been awestruck with the bundle; with a palpitating nervousness running up her heart she had struck him lightly on his bump aiming to gauge shrill cries from the weird one. He had only burped and then went silent.

The nurse standing beside her had jumped into action deciding to redeem the situation. The doctor could swear she had felt the restraint of the child when the old nurse had tried to take him off her hands. Nevertheless once in her hands, she had angled the baby upside down tightly spanking him on the bum. To the doctor's utter relief the cries had danced around the room.

When she had exited the room dubious of the weird child she had seen him cuddled in his father's arms, silently snoring like a normal new born. Smiling to herself she had shaken her head in disbelief at her stupidity. He is a perfectly normal baby after all, she had thought.

He had grown to be a perfectly normal boy when the exceptions were huddled in the secluded corner. His entry into the world had clearly proven his liking towards beauty, molding that particular world into beautiful creatures'. Creatures obviously defining the female race. He was straight, thank you very much. He had been a notorious Casanova of his college, he had been a hoodlum after his parent's death, he had always been a galvanizing and colossal cannon owing to his perpetual emanating anger. His anger and perilous paybacks had won him the title of The Volcano Raizada'. On a short run, yes ferocity was Arnav's middle name. Always.
And today was no less as he embarked on the expedition of destroying the girl he claimed to hate.

"She is too sour and despicable to be talked about for a beauty like you, Lavanya. Don't waste your time on her. Also, I know girls like her they can do anything to be in limelight may it be even bonding themselves illegitimately to rich man. I am well aware of her ghastliness. no matter how hard she tries she would never be able to chain me in with her seduction. I hate her more than I have ever hated someone in my life. She is nothing but a speck on dust in this house. She is a doormat. Step over her, good riddance for dirt and than step down."

Hate. Seduction. Despicable. Ghastliness. Speck of dust. Doormat...

Each word seared through her mind. Her heart pumped the blood faster in her parched vein. The burning in her eyes made it impossible to discern the way as she languidly moved away from the door. It was not her mind or heart that was shutting the world out but the essence of her very being. From sight to hearing and from touch to smell.

Pain...

And she till now believed she had endured pain of every nature but today hearing those words from Arnav spoken to some other person about the roots of her character had shaken the very ground of her existence.

Wasn't her character hers and not of others to be talked about like that?
What bad had she ever done to Arnav to deserve a treatment worst than animals?
Was Arnav strewn with every ounce of Kindness and humility?

At some point in her life that man had been the center of her universe. The point around which her life revolved. A point vital to her continuity in the world. She had loved him above everything, she had sentenced her life to his heart without any greed and without asking anything in return. Time had not been in their favor then, like it wasn't now.

As she climbed up the stairs and onto the terrace she allowed her tears to break free without any pretense.

In her heart the pain gave birth to wounds and together they flowed like a gushing torrent of a midsummer storm, with every beat and every tick and every breath. The cold of the imminent winter embraced in its foggy existence the hidden secrets she was not aware of.

The things of the world for some reason or another clutching to her skin, refusing to cut free of the connection as she gripped the payal tighter. A certain memory of a boy she once loved lovingly hooking the payal around her ankle. That moment held the bliss of he life. Her darkened passageways of her heart were colored with unidentified colors of a happy lifetimes of memories she had spent even after losing everything she held dear.

The winter flowers around her scattered the delectable odor of injected intoxication just like the heart arousing gravity she had shared with him inebriated her. The deadened beats of her heart still chorused unknown melodies of young lost love.

She was a human, a deceitful vile human to such extent that she was ready to betray her own being just for the namesake of something that wasn't hers to keep. She had cried to the deepest and laughed to the fullest with that man. She had lived with his memories even when the suffocation had made it hard for her to breathe.

She had held on desperately like she still was without any hope or want. She was existing in the quagmire of drowning pain.It was a mystery like the mysterious secrets of the time and the mysterious melodies still sung by her heart.

She had started hating him but why...

Why couldn't she stop loving him?

She would be damned if she continued to allow him trample all over her soul and self esteem.

Arnav watched the girl cry leaning near the grill. Her hiccups deafeningly cutting through the air. An invisible hand gashed his heart and it bled. Bled with her each falling tear and with each moan she uttered.
But he continued to linger there hidden from her view. The man in him was hurting but the devil in him still overpowered and before the man who loved that crying girl could dominate for good measures the devil left the area.

"Khushi, where were you?" Anjali inquired, as Khushi entered the room in a rush, almost tripping over the doormat.

"I am sorry Anjaliji. An imperative issue came up. Next time I will let you know about my whereabouts." She replied, repentantly.

"No it's okay, I understand." Anjali smiled, putting her up on ease.

"Happiness, are you going to play with me? I have this latest game which Mamu brought for me. You like playing games?" Aditya asked, jumping down the bed and taking her hands in his tiny ones.

"Yes, Very much Aditya." She acquiesced, ruffling his silky mane.

"Awesome. You are the best happiness!" Aditya jiggled.

"Adi, go to your room. Mama is going to steal your happiness for ten."

"Ten? No Mama. Can we agree on five? Please?" He pouted.

"Okay, Happiness boy. Five minutes. Seal the deal."

"Thankyou." He giggled pecking Anjali on the cheek and then running out of the room.
"He is absolutely adorable. You are lucky to have a son like him." She stated, doted by Aditya. In the short span of time she had known him her heart had already expanded, preserving a warm and tender portion for the child.

"You would be lucky too, Khushi. Let's see the luckiness is situated in which time period." Anjali chuckled as Khushi's cheek heated up with the perfectly bowled tease.
"I don't really think about that, Anjaliji." She replied, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"May I ask why?"

"I don't know. You wanted to talk about something?" she asked, diverting the topic.
"Are you okay Khushi? You are literally trembling. What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

"No Anjaliji. I am perfectly fine. I guess age is taking its toll on me." She jested shakily, trying to cover up her wrecked nerves.

"If age is taking its toll on you I should better be bed ridden by now. Anyways, I wanted to tell you about some arrivals as of today."

"More arrivals?"

"Yes. I really didn't know about Lavanya's homecoming." She chuckled. "She doesn't live here though. I am extremely sorry about all what occurred downstairs."

"You don't have to Anjaliji. I am prone to such things. I have bigger and deadlier issues than the tacky ones pecking on me every now and then. I told you before I don't mind, not even one bit. Please stop apologizing. None of that was of your making."

"I will not intrude in your personal issues but know I am always here. From the first day I met you I have grown up this sisterly corner for you which keeps expanding."

"I feel the same, Anjaliji. Thank you. You are such a nice person at heart that..." She struggled with words as Anjali interrupted.

"That it gives you tough time excepting Chotey is my brother?" She inquired. Even his name rushed her blood.

"No. Not that. I wanted to say I am more than thankful to DeviMaiyya she wrote in destiny for us to meet."

"Khushi."

"Yes, Anjaliji?"

"Will you call me, Di?"

"Ji?"

"Not ji. Di?"

"But.."

"No If's and But's. I want you to call me Di. Anjaliji makes me feel foreign to you."

"Wo.."

"Please, Khushi. Am I not a sister to you? You break my heart."

"Okay.."

"Okay and?"

"Okay Di."

"Coming back to the point this house feels too empty right? But it's not. I have a big family Khushi. I hope you don't mind."

"Why would I mind, Di? In fact I would say you are lucky to have a big family." Khushi smiled.

"That I am. So my Nani, she along with her son and daughter-in-law that is my Mama and Mami are arriving today from their journey of Banaras. Furthermore, my cousin-brother and her wife are coming back to India from their trip to America. They have a one-year old daughter too."

"I see. It's good though. You would finally be surrounded with your loved ones. I can understand what loneliness does to a person."

"Yes. You see my husband he is a busy man and my Chotey he talks too less. It gets hard to live in such a gigantic mansion all by myself. So you have no need to be nervous Khushi, I assure you everybody will love you, Especially Nani."
"I hope so, Anjaliji."

"Thank you Khushi for coming here."

"Thank you, but why?"

"Aise hi. Felt like expressing gratitude. You should go now. Adi must be withering away waiting for his happiness."

"Yes." She passed a genuine smile, standing up to take her leave.

Edited by SwrlngElephants - 9 years ago