IPKKND FF:Tearing Ourselves Apart Parts 1-26 :) - Page 58

Arnav buried his head in Khushi's hair as he heard his sisters voice, letting out a groan, God he did not want to stop, he could hear her heavy breathing and feel her chest rise and fall beneath his skin. He whispered her name in a fluster, softly brushing his lips against her earlobes.

Arnav, panting heavily, slowly raised his head, his eyes meeting Khushi's who was looking right back at him, shocked by what had just happened so spontaneously, but he saw the desire in her eyes and knew that his own were probably dark with the same emotion. Arnav felt his heart jump deep in his chest as he pondered whether she wanted him as much as he wanted her, he did not want to go anywhere, all he wanted was to be right there with her.

He slowly looked around him taking in their surroundings and quickly took his hand off her bare shoulder, picking himself up off of her as she remained still, taking a deep breath to compose herself.

"Hello? Are you guys in there."

"Yes Di" Arnav replied, coughing as his throat was rough.

"Sorry, Chote were you sleeping?" Anjali asked through the door.

Arnav looked back at Khushi who had fixed her dress back up on her shoulders, straightened it out and was now looking up through the skylight at the gray light the sun was shining, her skin a fake shade of red from the glow through the tinted curtains coupled with her blood rising in her cheeks.

"No, No Di I'm not sleeping"

"So am I going to stand out here all day?" she called.

Arnav swiftly stood up and walked over to the door, unlocking it and watching Khushi hastily sit up from the corner of his eyes. Anjali was leaning against the door, feigning yawns to exaggerate the amount of time he took.

"Chote! Atleast fix your hair when you wake up in the morning" she said, leaning over and straightening out a few pieces of his hair, he looked down, too embarrassed to admit that he had brushed it just a few minutes ago. Looking back he saw that Khushi had run into the bathroom so he ushered his sister inside.

"I would come inside but I only came up to tell you that you both should come out for breakfast with us, we can just go straight from there."

"Go where?"

"Didn't Khushiji tell you? Where is she?" she asked, popping her head into the room.

"Yeah, yeah, she did tell me" Arnav lied, trying to avoid his sisters questions. He looked back at the bathroom door where she was, turning back to his sister and thinking of an excuse.

"Di, I think we should just stay in today, we're a bit tired."

"You wouldn't be up if you were that tired, this is my birthday present, I will have no excuses" she said, turning on her heel and walking back down the corridor yelling "No excuses" again as she did.

He waited for a while before slowly walking up to the bathroom door and knocking once.

"Yes?"

"Di said that we sh..."

"I heard" she said through the door, interrupting him.

Arnav was thrown aback, had he done something wrong? He stood by the door for a minute and then grabbed his sweater from the wardrobe before heading out angrily to meet his sister and brother-in-law downstairs.

Meanwhile Khushi sat on the floor in the lavish bathroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror. The lipgloss she had applied was gone, kissed away by him. She stood up on shaky legs and fixed her makeup so that you couldn't tell what had just happened a few minutes ago and pulled on a warm jacket that covered up the mark on her arm before following Arnav out the door.

He was sitting across from them in the main reception area, eyeing Shyam with an angry look when Khushi walked in. They all stood up on her arrival and started walking towards the door, Shyam was careful, only talking to Anjali when he had the chance but sneaking looks at Khushi all morning through breakfast, making her feel uncomfortable.

Conversation was minimal at the table as Khushi tried to act like she didn't exist and Arnav thought of the best way to tell his sister that her husband was cheating scum while trying to juggle the fact that he had fallen head over heels for his own wife whilst also trying to control his temper urges every time he saw Shyams eyes fall on Khushi who was sitting next to him. By the time they had finished eating Arnav could feel his head throbbing from the pain of all the thoughts that were swimming around in his mind.

Anjali insisted that they walk instead of drive, what was the point of snow if you could only enjoy it from inside closed doors? They settled on driving out to different places and then walking around most of the time.

As they drove away from the the restaurant, Khushi and Arnav sat in silence, avoiding eachothers gaze after what had happened that morning. How had they both lost control like that? Arnav found that everytime he looked her way, he could feel her lips on his and he could hardly control himself, so he tried to look at her as little as possible. Khushi was just too embarrassed to look him in the eye because everytime she did she was reminded of how she had pulled on his hair and and held his face closer to hers.

They stopped when they found a line of little stalls which excited Anjali who was jumping at the chance to buy some cute things for the family back home. She dragged Khushi along behind her leaving Shyam and Arnav standing by the cars.

"What are you doing" Arnav questioned as soon as they were out of earshot.

"Sale saab?"

"Stop this nonsense, it is not working on anyone"

He chuckled slightly "Ji, you and Khushiji both seem to be questioning me even when I breathe."

Arnav stepped around to face him before he had even finished speaking grabbing his collar and clenching his jaw.

"Don't say her name" he said through clenched teeth, thinking back to the bruise on Khushi's arm and it took a lot of his strength to release his collar "And don't you dare touch her again" he said, shoving Shyam against his car. He forced himself to walk away, this was not the time or place for something like this. He reminded himself of Khushi's words, no good will come of it.

They waited in silence, Arnav breathing heavily trying to control his urge to hit Shyam until Anjali returned, dragging Khushi behind her with a bag full of accessories. Arnav reached out for Khushi before she had got to him, holding her by the arm "We're going Khushi."

"Huh? What? Where?" she said in a rush, looking nervously over at Shyam as though he would provide some information on what had happened, jumping at the shock she felt when Arnav's skin came in contact with hers.

He didn't miss her reaction but walked her around to the car, opening the door for her.

"Back to the hotel, I'm too tired for all of this nonsense."

"Hey! This is not nonsense" Anjali called pretending to be offended. When he didn't react she called out to him again "Chote, you promised me dinner!"

Sitting in his seat, Arnav put his window down slightly, looking at his sister "We'll go out for dinner later. I'm not going to walk around for hours until then."

He needed to get away from Shyam before he gave up to his urges and beat the living daylights out of him. As he drove away from his sister he reminded himself that Shyams presence was short lived, he was going to be out of all of their lives soon, he wasn't letting that man near anyone he loved anymore.

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Arnav stormed up to their room leaving Khushi sitting in the car as he tried to empty his head of all the thoughts that were making it spin. He tore off his sweater and threw himself on the bed out of frustration "Dammit!" He sat up, needing a way to vent out his frustration at the world. He threw the box of tissues lying on the side table at the window, followed by the alarm clock and water glass, that shattered against it, spitting out the little water that was sitting in it. Arnav held his head in his hands and tried to breathe in and out slowly. He wanted to hit something, more specifically, he wanted to hit Shyam.

Khushi jumped at the sound of her ringtone. She had been idly sitting in the car for a while, not knowing whether she should go and face Arnav, both because she thought he needed a bit of time alone right now and because she was still too embarrassed to even be around him.

"H..Hello?"

"Are you planning on staying in the car till dinner?"

It was him.

"Should I tell the truth?"

"Khushi!"

"Well, I don't mind stayi.." she slowly said, understanding his angry tone.

"Khushi, stop being ridiculous."

He turned the phone off on her before she even got a chance to respond. She waited for a few minutes before slowly making her way back up to their room.

She closed the door behind her silently and stood by the doorway, not certain of what to do. She could see broken glass strewn over the carpet near the window, it hadn't been there when she had left that morning. Knowing that whatever she said, he would probably find some way to take out his anger on her she remained quiet.

He was lying on the bed having covered his face with his hands.

After waiting a while to see what she would do, he spoke, his voice muffled by his hands "Why are you standing by the door?"

She took a few steps into the room until she reached the corner of the bed, and slowly sat down on the edge, looking back over at Arnav who was still buried in his hands.

He wasn't making an effort to start a conversation, or clear up what had happened between them that morning. Of course, she thought, he had much more important things to think about. I should just forget about it, we'll deal with it later. I need to help him and Anjali first.

"Khushi Kumari Gupta, you can handle this no problem, you need to be strong for them right now, remember Payal jiji , Khushi you can do anything you set your heart to" she whispered to herself looking up at the skylight thinking of her parents, causing a confused Arnav to look over at her. Was she talking to herself?

Khushi plastered a smile on her face and walked over to the shattered glass pieces on the floor.

"You broke a glass?" she looked over finding the front cover of the clock on the floor "And the alarm clock?" she gasped "I really liked that clock."

"Oh well, it doesn't matter" she continued, picking up the broken pieces and throwing them away as he watched her from where he lay "They will charge you for it though, Oh, I forget" she said, slapping her forehead "You're Arnav Singh Raizada, a clock and a glass is probably the same as a grain of sugar to you" she looked up at him quickly "Not that I am making fun of you, I mean being rich is a good thing.." she stopped "Not that that is a quality I look for, I mean sure it helps, but you know, its more about sufficiency than quantity, wait no, I don't mean it like that" she walked over to the dustbin throwing away another set of glass "I mean, sure, this hotel is nice, and I'm sure not everyone can afford it, but you can enjoy yourself in places that don't cost an arm and a leg, not that I think you don't have good taste" she added in, hoping to not offend him "But I'm sure that doesn't mean much to you, because it's not like you booked it anyway, that was Shy..." she stopped her tongue before she said his name out loud, but the damage was done. She had been blabbing.

"Shut up! Khushi Kumari Gupta, Shut up!"

"No..."

He looked over at her in surprise.

Her eyes opened wide in fear "No, no I mean, I didn't mean no to you, well, I did, but not to shutting up, I'll shut up"

He stood up from the bed and walked over to her grabbing her by the shoulders and giving her a slight shake, he was way too confused for more of this "What are you talking about?"

"I mean that you said it wrong"

"What?"

She looked down, embarrassed, not wanting to say what she had thought seconds ago "My name" she looked back up at his eyes "Isn't Khushi Kumari Gupta anymore" she finished, thinking about how she had been calling herself that since their marriage just over two weeks ago, but hearing it from his lips had sounded wrong to her.

He dropped his arms, thinking for a moment. He hadn't noticed, he had been trying to convince himself for so long that they weren't husband and wife in the conventional sense, he had almost forgotten that they had actually married each other. He brushed away his mistake, unable to think straight with her standing so close and picked up the remaining pieces of glass before lying down on the bed again.

Khushi decided that disturbing him was probably not the best idea so she busied herself in unpacking all their things, hanging them up in the wardrobes and then she settled herself on the window pane, staring at the snow outside as the tiny snowflakes landed and melted against the warmer glass, running along it to the base. She smiled when the sky became dark enough for the fairy lights to come back on again, tracing her fingers along the light that made the glass glow.

It was all so beautiful.

He watched her, thinking the same thing.

Also I wanted to mention my surprise at today's precap, it has made me very excited about tomorrow and it made me smile because it sounded so much like the scene I wrote for ArHi the night of Anjali's birthday, here is the segment from Part 9 where it is originally from :

It just made me lol, thought I would remind you guys too !

Again, I'm sorry if this was dragging on a bit but that is just how the story is going, more will be revealed in later updates that I will try and make more eventful. Hope you liked it, do leave likes and comments ^_^