Arshi FF : Ipkknd ek bar aur? (Part 4 pg 2)

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So my writer head is on fire nowadays. Here's something I wrote. Please have a look and let me know if you want me to continue.

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"Chah kar bhi, main tumse door kyun nahin reh paati?"

"Shayad mera dil tumhe pukaarta hai."

"Par in aankhon mein nafrat dikhayi deti hai."

"Kyun ki mohabbat in mein dard ban kar rehti hai."

"Kaash main tumse nafrat kar paati."

"Kaash main tumse mohabbat kar paata."

When it all happens once again!

Chapters

Part 1 - pg 1

Part 2 - pg 1

Part 3 - pg 2

Part 4 - pg 2

I appreciate all comments. Hope, you could drop in a word after you read through the chapters...

-shikhapiya

1. Rewritten fate

It was all a de ja Vu! Chaos in the public, cluttering at the back stage. Arnav closed his eyes to take in a good amount of oxygen to calm his nerves.

"Who is she?"
"Theme is red, why's she in green?"
"She's not even walking"

ASR opened his eyes. Everything came back to him like a bam.
There she was pulled by the models in red. They kept a straight confident face at the audience. But she... She couldn't even walk properly in those heels literally.

She had to put all her strength to cope up with the pace of the ladies beside her.
He saw confusion and fear written over her face. It was replaced by defeat when her partners abandoned her in the middle of the stage. She turned around to follow one of them but couldn't walk any further. Pulling her dupatta to the chest, she at once turned to walk away. But fate was rewriting her story.

Her heel twisted, she came crashing into the arms of Arnav Singh Raizada. When she opened her eyes she stared into the rage filled eyes of a man who was going to change her life upside down.



Cameras, flashlight, guests and participants had all their attention on them.
Click... Click... Clack... Clack... Click...
She was brought back to reality.

Expecting him to drop her, she struggled in his arms. But as I said the fate was rewriting their parts, he held her tightly and walked away from the venue.

"Where are you taking me? Put me down please"
He carried her all the way to his room and dropped her carelessly. She lost her balance again but he was busy locking up the door. Being careful with her was an old thing for him. Now it doesn't matter!

"Why are you here?"he asked turning back in anger.
"I'm sorry. I came here by mistake" she had fear all over her face.

"Don't give me that crap again Khushi"

"Belie... how do you know I'm Khushi?"

She looked at him with anticipation but he just gave an unbelievable look.

"I asked you a question. Answer me damnit. Why are you here? Who sent you? Why are you still following me?"

"Do you know me? Are we acquaintances?"

Rolling his eyes and inhaling a hot breath he pulled her by the shoulder.
"Stop messing around with me. I'm not going to entertain any of your games. Asking you the last time. Why are you back?"

She was shaken. In a way it was the first time someone was shouting at her. That too an unknown man. When he pulled her, she realized he's going to cause trouble for her. So she concluded one thing. She's not going to fall into more trouble.

"Leave me. It's hurting" she started struggling.

"I'll not. Not until you answer my God damn questions. Samjhi tum!"

"How am I supposed to answer when I don't even know what this place is. And who are you?"

He gave strong look at her.

"Toh tum mujhe nahi janti huh?"

"Nahi"

He pulled her close.

"Badla lene aayi ho tum?"

"Nahi"

He pulled her closer.

"Hisaab barabar karne aayi ho?"

"Nahi"

She could feel his warm breath on her face.

"Di aur meri zindagi fir se barbaad karna chahti ho?"

"Nahi Nahi Nahi"

Their nose touched. She closed her eyes to gulp the pain due to his hold.
He left her with an unbelievable expression.

"How much are you going to lie? You love playing games right? How can I forget? Girls like you would know what else? I can't believe ki tum itni giri hui hogi. After all that nonsense, you have the guts to come back. Nothing amusing, girna toh tumhari fitrat me hai"

It was like a satire to her situation. She gave a blank look at him.

"Why are you saying all this?"

"Kyu? You thought you can fool me around with your innocence drama?
Credits to you, tum jaise cheap logo ki fitrat pehchaanta hoon mai"

"Aapka dimaag toh thik hai? Kuch bhi boley chaley ja re hai. Bina jaane aap humare character ke baare me aise bol bhi kaise rahe hai? Maaf kijiyega lekin raah chalte kisi bhi insaan ki bezzatti karna humari fitrat me nahi hai. Shayad aapki parvarish hi galat hui hai"

She tried to move but he blocked her way.
"Tum hoti kon ho - to question my upbringing? Bhoolo mat meri parvarish meri di ne--"

"Toh aap kon hote hai humaare baare me aise kehne waale? Humey bura lagta hai aapki family ke liye ki aap jaisa insaan unki zindagi ka hissa hai. Ya fir kahi aapki family bhi aisi hai?"

His anger kept increasing. First she didn't let him finish and now she's insulting his di.

"--hath jaayiye humaare raaste se. Humey jana hai"

He blocked her way and kept moving closer. She didn't move, he noticed. As he was leaning close to her, she caught hold of the edge of the table and walked back only to be blocked..

"Tum kahi nahi ja rahi ho. Not until you spill your motives. Kyu aayi ho tum yaha? After all this time? Kisne bheja hai tumhe? Ya fir khud ka koi plan hai? Mera fashion show barbaad karne ka kitna mil raha hai tumhe?"
She gave a pitiful look at him caged between him and the wall. Suddenly it dawned upon him.

"Toh tum paise banaane aayi ho! Yaad rakhna mai ek footi kaudi nahi dunga. Tum jaisi aurat ke liye toh kaafi asaan hoga ye sab"

"Kya bakwas kar rahe hai aap? Pehli baat toh ye ki aap humey jaante nahi toh ye saare bebuniyad ilzaam lagana band kijiye. Hum chup hai iska matlab ye nahi ki hum chilla nahi sakte. Aur aap hai kaun? Tab se humaare piche padey hue hai.. Agar humaare saath badtameezi khatam ho gayi ho toh please hath jaayiye."

Her pace was halted when he held her hand.

"Kisne kaha meri baat khatam ho gayi hai?"

Her hand was twisted at her back. He moved towards her ear from behind and whispered with hot flames "badtameezi toh maine abhi tak shuru bhi nhi ki hai"

He pulled her veil which now hanged over her twisted hand. When he tore up the blouse dori she started to struggle, in turn twisting her hand more.

He slid his hand over her waist and turned her around to face him. The fear in her eyes satisfied him.

"Now do you remember me?"

"Chodiye humey... Bachao... Help... Help... Please help..."

He just kept looking at her pity self trying to free herself from him. He didn't even realize she had scratched his hand with her free one so he would leave her. But the physical pain was nothing compared to what he was going through emotionally. When she noticed he kept moving his face closer, she raised her free hand to slap him. He caught it midway and pushed her at the wall.

"Shhh..." he whispered.

She turned her face as he continued to speak over her face.

"Koi nahi aayegaa. Chilla lo jitna chillana hai. Ye meri property hai, samjhi tum!!"

"Humey dard ho raha hai" she said without looking at him.

He pressed himself more on her twisted her hand mercilessly.
That's when a tear drop slid across her cheek and he came in to senses.

She didn't know what happened, all she could remember was picking up the dupatta and running away.

(I would request you to kindly provide me suggestions and any kind of criticism as well. I want to write something that satisfies my readers and their time.)
- shikhapiya ^_^

Wow sounds interesting.please continue 👍

He knows her but she doesn't know him? Does she not remember him?

Originally posted by: coderlady

He knows her but she doesn't know him? Does she not remember him?

Yes you guessed it right!

Good story next part soon

2. Revelation

It was a sunny afternoon in Delhi. If you stepped out you are definitely going to return with sweat. People preferred to stay indoors rather than getting a heat stroke.

Around 12 in the noon, Khushi opened her eyes. Realizing an unknown ceiling above her, she sat up immediately. Yellow, orange and red themed wall paper with mostly lamps all around. Seems like the person who owns the room loved light. Very subtle decorations around and a small mandir stand hung across one wall. Only thing familiar in that room was miniature Devi Maiyya's idol sitting peacefully in the wooden shelf.

Khushi looked at her left and right. Two doors but which one should she reach out to? Unable to decide, she opted for the third door. A glass door in front. As soon as she stepped out, the summer heat hit her hard.

"Kitni garmi hai yaha" she murmured and continued walking.
(It's so hot out here)

Green plants surrounding a beautiful pool, a tree standing tall near the staircase and lots of windows hitting the light reflecting from the pool water. She felt like she was trapped in a maze. A sparkling maze! Deciding to ask someone her way out she approached a figure standing with his back towards her.

"Excuse me. Can you please help me out with the main door? I think I might be lost and probably in a wrong place" she looked up at his back with hope.

Soon the hope was replaced by fear. The man who was calmly watering the shrubs turned around with the green can. He was the same person from last night.

Unable to gulp her fear she at once turned around and walked away without turning back. She couldn't figure out which glass door she had come out from. Deciding to go with her gut, she entered a room which was not the same one but felt similar somehow.

First thing she did was to catch her lost breaths. Then giving a strange look at the empty room she turned around but stopped by some giggles.

She saw two girls dancing on the bed. One of them looked like her but the other she couldn't figure out. She soon saw herself entering into the room and heard the dangling noise of the wind chimes. The bedsheet was now a weird combination of pink and grey. The off white walls had few golden stars just the way she liked. Turning back she saw herself talking to someone about her Salman Khan poster. Then she saw herself being dragged across the pool. She was in blue and red. The fairy lights complimented her looks but she looked sad. A man pulled her reminding her of the man from fashion show. She closed her eyes trying to recollect if it all linked to her but everything was blank. Hearing some noise she opened her eyes and saw her being thrown out of the glass door. Seeing herself cry there sitting alone among the plants, Khushi placed her hand on the glass door. The girl had so much pain in her eyes that Khushi couldn't stop her tears.



Out of nowhere he appeared in front of her. Not able realize if it was still a dream or reality, she looked at him with questions in her eyes.

But his eyes had only one thing. Anger! With one slide he opened the door and entered his room.

"How dare you enter my room?" he sounded like a predator on for his hunt.

Her breathing increased as he kept moving towards her. He looked at her disheveled self trying to cover her bare waist with her hand. The waist had net work but still she tried to cover it, that was the sign of naive Khushi. Open long hair which were dampened by the sweat, was a sign of her innocent beauty.

He noticed a sweat bead crawling on her neck. As he moved his thumb to trace it away, she moved back.

"You can't touch me"
With one harsh pull she came crashing into his chest. She struggled only to realize that her blouse was loose and was on the verge of slipping. She stopped struggling hard but still felt his breath over her face.

"Why? Only he can touch you now? Have you forgotten our relationship? Or do you want me to show it to you again?'

She kept scratching his hand on her nape but it seemed like it did nothing to him. At once she lifted her hand from her blouse and aimed at his face but he was quick enough to twist it behind her back.

"You need to keep your hands to yourself"
His lips moved closer to her face, he was raged by the thought of "him" touching her. How dare she let that happen? And how dare she jerk at his touch? He who is her husband! He had only one thing in his mind at that moment - she is mine.

Unfortunately no one was there to tell him that it was all his mind playing games inside his head. His focus was on her lips now and he just wanted to claim it. Feeling defeated she closed her eyes only to be opened by a knock at the door. She saw him inhaling a hot breath and felt his hold loosen around her.

"Chote? Khushi ji is inside huh?"
Khushi heard a woman's voice. Without replying, Arnav just opened the door and left space for Anjali to walk in.

"I thought so - I'll find you here since you were not my room" Anjali said walking towards Khushi. The confused and disheveled state of Khushi didn't go unnoticed by her. She picked up the dupatta from the couch and extended it to Khushi.

"How are you feeling Khushi ji?"

"Do you know me? How did I come here? Why am I here? Do you know him? And can you.. Can you please ask him to stay away from me?"
Khushi turned Anjali towards him and hid herself behind her clutching on to the silver dupatta around her now.

Anjali was not stupid to not analyse the situation here. But one thing she couldn't put a hand on was why did Khushi behave as if she didn't know anyone here. Anjali decided to make her comfortable first and then ask questions.

Turning around Anjali asked Khushi "do you not remember Khushi ji? Yesterday you were at the fashion show and then when I came to meet you at the backstage, you fainted?"

Khushi remembered in flashes - the ramp fall, the man no the monster, him misbehaving, her running away with the same silver dupatta which he had pulled down and then she hit someone. A woman in red saree asked her "Khushi ji what happened?"
Then everything went blank for Khushi.

Anjali was first shocked to see her Chote's Khushi walk on the ramp. But was even more shocked when Khushi slipped into his arms. Taking care of the guests and media, she decided to follow her Chote who apparently carried the woman with him to the backstage. By the time she reached, Khushi was almost trying her best to run towards her. When she asked Khushi about what happened, she noticed Khushi loose her balance and fall. Trying her best to support her, Anjali sat on the ground along with her fainted bhabhi.

Anjali noticed the tear drops on her cheek and immeditaly looked up at the worried face of Chote.
"What did you do to her Chote?"

And that's how Khushi was brought back to Raizada mansion until she woke up this morning only to face the beast once again.

(I hope I have not bored you guys. Please drop in a comment so I know you have read my chapter. Ask me questions and suggest me if you want improvements.)
- shikhapiya

So they don't know she does not remember. what happened to her? How did she lose her memory?

Originally posted by: coderlady

So they don't know she does not remember. what happened to her? How did she lose her memory?

I'm working on those details.

3. Pati!

Staring at the woman in yellow saree, Khushi tried hard to recollect how she knew her. Only thing that flashed in her mind was previous night. Her running away from the monster and hitting this same lady who was wearing red back then.

"Where are you lost Khushi ji?"

Anjali tried to shake her out of her thoughts.

"I'm sorry ma'am but I can't remember a single thing"

"Khushi ji... What is this ma'am and all huh? I'm your Anjali di"

"Di?"

Khushi gave a questioning look to her. Anjali nodded with a smile of approval.

"Di can you please help me? Where am I? Whose house is this? He says it's his room. Can you please ask him to leave this house if it's yours? From yesterday he's behind me and asking me vague questions"

He looked at her angrily and all she could do was hide behind Anjali once again.

"Arre Khushi ji. You don't need to be scared of him. He's my Chote after all, I know how to handle my brother and his fake anger. And this your house Khushi ji, Raizada mansion. It's your room, both of yours."

Khushi now had a more confusing look. In fact now Anjali also had the same expression.

"Why are you asking me these questions Khushi ji? Have you forgotten everything? Don't tell me you have also forgotten your pati?"

"P...Pa..Pati?"

"Haan pati! Humaare Chote. Arnav Singh Raizada? This man whom you are scared of right now. Which of course you don't need to be!"

"But I'm already married"

"Yes to my beloved Chote"
Anjali gave a teasing smile.
For Khushi, she was still grasping it all..

Di

Chote

Brother

Your house

Your room

Husband?

She was unable to accept any thing which was stated. All these revelation was too much to accept. Khushi felt overwhelmed. So much that she didn't even notice when Anjali asked her to freshen up and come down. And that they can discuss it later, pulling her along.

Khushi heard something like "All your belongings are safely locked on this side of the wardrobe. You remember Khushi ji how we set your clothes in here when you were newly married?"

Looking at the blue, green, red salwar suit in the hangar, something flashed in front of her eyes. She saw herself setting up the wardrobe with a woman. But she was not sure if the women were same.

Khushi looked at the shelf which had colorful dupattas, side jholas (bags), Lakhnowi mojri (shoes).

For a moment her conscience believed that she belonged to this place. But the thought of last night made her tremble. She started linking every dot and when she realized she might indeed be married to the moster, she shivered. Not realizing she walked backwards slowly, in denial.

As she hit his hard chest, she remembered the way her hand was twisted. How he breathed in her ear from behind and pulled down her veil. Then the Dori! Her conscience was shaken.

He felt her pause against his body and next thing he knew was a fainted Khushi near his heart. He placed his hand around her waist for support and looked up at his di.

"Blue or red? Which one Khushi j.."

Anjali paused.

"What happened to her?"

Anjali frowned with worry. Arnav placed his right palm on Khushi's forehead and felt the temperature.

"She's burning"

"Chote please lie her down. I'll call Doctor Sharma"

With that Anjali dropped the dresses in the shelf and walked passed him to take the phone. He on the other hand picked her up.

He turned to walk towards the bed but paused after realizing something.

"What happened Chote?"

"Huh.. nothing di"

"Then why are you standing. Bring her here" Anjali said sitting on the bed with the phone.

He placed her on the bed and recollected few moments from previous night till now.

When she walked on the ramp, she limped.

When he advanced towards her in the dressing room, she didn't move back. (Which is very unusual)

When she freed herself from his clutches, she could barely run.

Today when she saw his face and turned to walk away, she had the same limp.

And now when she walked back, she limped!

It suddenly dawned upon him. He had felt something under her knee when he picked her up. A hard metal like substance. She was hurt!

He panicked. But of course he could not show it to his di. He can't show up his feelings. He can't feel weak. To anyone!
They say once bitten twice shy and so was the case for Arnav.
Being a sensitive Arnav costs him. At the end he only receives pain. And so he chooses to be ASR.

Dr Sharma was checking Khushi who layed on the bed.

"She was fine for a while but then suddenly she fainted"

He heard his sister speak to the lady who was checking Khushi. His eyes were only focused on Khushi's legs one of which was not resting straight on bed.

"Yes Anjali, I think she's stressed. Plus Delhi temperature you can see, it's unbearable"

"She'll be fine right?"

"No worries at all. Good thing that you started giving her Patti (cold cloth strips). I'm writing some antibiotics and she should be good to go"

"Thank God, I was very scared" Anjali said looking at Arnav.

"Can you.."

Both the ladies turned towards Arnav and waited for him to complete.

"Can you check her leg? I think she's hurt"

"Sure"

Dr Sharma lifted the green lehnga and placed it just above her knee. Both Arnav and Anjali were shocked to see a metal cast around her left knee.
The doctor analysed it but since she's a regular physician, she can only give a standard anlysis about the knee.

"So Mr Raizada, I thought it was a fresh wound or something. But it looks like it's due to some old accident. She might have dislocated her knee and she's still in recovery. It's better to consult a physiotherapist for details"

Arnav just nodded.
Accident, dislocated knee, recovery, physiotherapist - all these words kept ringing in his head. To say he almost forgot that he's supposed to hate her.

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-shikhapiya 😳