IPKKND FF:Tearing Ourselves Apart Parts 1-26 :) - Page 63

omg .. the ff is amazing .. read the whole thing in one go ... wow finally i caught up ..

desperate to know how it progresses ... hope u are going to update soon 😉

love the fact tht Kushi in spite of everything is hopeful and bubbly .. she is so adorable ... and Arnav is Arnav ... loved the snow scene the most and of course the almost .. bed room scene ...

Arnav thinks tht Anjali will be heart broken and devastated by finding out the truth about his good for nothing husband .. wht i would like is for Anjali to beat the shit out of the pervert or else forr her to be the reason for his end .. btw loved the part tht Arnav almost killed him .. pls hun make sure to torture the pervert a lot before killing or doing wht ever u plan for him .. i just want him to suffer ...

update soon

- - badra

Anjali appeared not long after it had become dark, knocking at the door reminding them of a promise they had made about dinner. Arnav had tried his best to get out of it to no avail. His sister had perfected the stubborn act over years and years and practice with him. He couldn't say no to her, she knew that and planned to take full advantage of it.

"Anjaliji, you go ahead, I'll go and quickly change into something else and meet you downstairs" she said, slipping softly off the window pane and landing on the carpet.

"Don't" he said, without thinking.

"Khushiji, I know you will look beautiful in anything but I know my Chote too and he has difficulty in being ..." she thought for a second and decided there was no point in sugar coating it "... in being nice to people." She looked Khushi up and down in the dark red and black dress she was wearing, hinted with bronze metallic beads, soft dark brown hair falling down her back and her face glowing against the light that made her eyes look like beads from her dress, bronze and shiny. She looked more than appropriate for dinner.

"He loves red, it is his favourite colour and I'm sure he likes it even more on you, so I think you look perfect the way you are."

Khushi smiled back at Anjali, blushing furiously, holding her hand and bringing it down from her chin.

"Chote is so lucky he got a beautiful wife like you." She said, patting her head and letting her hand flow through Khushi's soft hair. She was like the little sister she never had.

"You look so pretty, I told you this dress would look wonderful on you."

Khushi looked back in to Anjali's sparkling eyes, she wanted to cry in her arms because of everything that was happening, but she composed herself, and put a smile on her face like she had so many times before.

Anjali only laughed and ushered Khushi out of the door in front of her. Khushi kept up the facade of being normal cheerful Khushi as they made their way downstairs, only letting the elastic smile fall when Anjali moved in front of her, allowing release from the pain of keeping her face so joyous. Everytime she looked at Anjali, she felt her heart drop knowing what they were about to do to her, and it hurt her even more to think what Arnav was feeling. In the short time that Khushi had known Anjali she had befriended her, forgotten about all the differences in class and status that seemed to even come between her and Arnav. She was a good woman.

It was true that bad things happen to good people.

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Arnav stood transfixed as Khushi walked towards the car in tow with his sister. He had spent all day avoiding looking at her and thinking of so many things he had been afraid that his brain would have fallen to pieces. He shuddered as he thought of the two hours he had spent watching her stare out of the window in the dim lighted room, but here she was, in the centre of all the brightness the fairy lights were drowning her in, a faint glow against the dull snow of the forest behind her. The red and black she wore stood out against everything else and he wasn't sure whether it was because the colours brought such a stark contrast against the white snow and yellow lights or whether it was because his vision around everything but her seemed to go hazy.

Anjali smiled at his reaction but decided to keep it to herself, her little brother did not like being called out in situations like this and she hadn't missed the tension between her usually civil and friendly husband and brother. Deciding to let it go she sat with an unusually fidgety Shyam in their car and watched a frozen Arnav stand against the door of his car as Khushi approached him.

She looked cautiously behind her, worried about what he was staring at. Finding an ever serene hotel and nothing else in her wake she turned back around to find he was still lost somewhere.

She wasn't sure whether to watch him daydream or do something about it as he kept on looking at her as Anjali and Shyam's car drove away.

She waved her hand in front of his face and watched him blink and fall back to earth as his expression changed instantly from mesmerised to angry.

This is not normal, he thought to himself as she waved him back to reality.

"Get in the car."

They drove in silence for a short while before pulling up to a little wooden building, adorned with the same lights that made their hotel look magnificent against its backdrop. Here it had a slightly different effect, making the small restaurant look cosy and warm against the cold snow that surrounded it.

Arnav walked in muttering things about how ridiculous his sister was being for dragging them all the way out here even when there was perfectly good food back from where they had come from. Even more so, why where they even here, he wanted to go home, it was cold, and damp, and everything made him shiver, well she seemed to have that effect on him too he added to himself. When Anjali offered him no heed after a few long minutes of complaining he decided to stop, it wasn't helping the pounding in his head at all to be speaking so much so he left the conversation to everyone else., trying his best to control the clenching of his jaw every time he saw Shyam look over at his wife.

"Ahhh this is such a beautiful song" Anjali exclaimed after dinner as the waiters cleared out a small dark wooden space for dancing as a slow song came on in the background. She turned around expectantly to Shyam who stood up immediately thinking of a plan that sounded great in his head. He held his hand out to Anjali who stood up a second later and then looked over at Khushi and Arnav who were uncomfortably avoiding eachothers gaze.

"Only if you both get up too" he said to them, receiving a shocked look from Khushi and a furious one from Arnav. If it hadn't been for his sister smiling next to him and nodding in agreement Arnav would have stood up and thrown Shyam against the dancefloor in an instant.

"No" was all he said, they were not getting this out of him.

Anjali sat down in a puff, pouting in disappointment and looking at her little brother.

"Birthday" she said, expecting him to understand that that should be sufficient to convince him. When he didn't respond she continued.

"Chote, look, you came here, and now you are being stubborn"

"You are the one being stubborn" he shot back.

Khushi looked back and forth between the two stubborn siblings, immediately being reminded of her and her older sister, she avoided looking up to where Shyam was standing around the small round table and spoke up.

"Anjali ji, I don't think that is such a good idea, I..I don't even know ho.."

"I'm not having it, I'm not taking any excuses, I want to dance with my husband and brother and sister, get up get up get up" she said, taking no excuses from the pair of them whatsoever as she waved her hands at them.

She had seen how they had been a bit awkward around eachother, she didn't really mind dancing or not, but she wanted to give them a chance to talk properly, she didn't want to get involved too much but it was her duty to at least see that they tried to sort it out.

Arnav looked back at his sister who had put on a face on concrete, she was going to get what she wanted, so he stood up and offered his hand out to Khushi as she reluctantly took it, seeing Shyam watch them as he lead a stumbling Khushi onto the wooden floor at the centre of the dimly lit room.

The only light provided was by the candles in brackets against the wall and littered across tables, the dark sky outside had begun to dust snow down around them and they could feel the cool breeze make its way through a few cracks in the numerous large windows that made the candlelight flutter against it.

His breath hitched as he stood so close next to her and the room around him went hazy again so he could only make out the outline of Shyam and Anjali following them, everything apart from her seemed to just fade away into the distance as he placed his hand around her waist and carried her hand to place it around his shoulder. She was looking up at him with shaking eyes, asking him what he was feeling, but he didn't want to talk, he just wanted to be there, with her, in that moment as he let the music around him fall into his ears.

I was listening to this as motivation when I wrote the next bit, it fits in really well and normally I don't insist so much but this time I really think you should listen to it! Otherwise it just seems really sappy and silly. So please do!

[YOUTUBE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZgVBh-vuvE[/YOUTUBE]

He started to move and she nervously shook her head, stopping him.

"I can't, I don't know how to, not like this" she stuttered.

He saw his sisters shadow behind Khushi and he knew she was probably watching them along with all the other people in the room, Arnav reassuringly tugged at Khushi's waist, bringing her closer to him as he placed her second hand around his shoulder and whispered to her.

"Take my hand, and don't worry, I can teach you."

She only looked at him confused by what he meant for her to do next, staring into his deep eyes as he looked right back, unshaken by her lack of confidence but by her proximity.

"Let me lead?" he asked, getting only a shaky nod in response as he felt her nervously twitch.

"Here, step on my feet"

He lifted her up slightly by the waist placing her feet on top of his and winding his second hand around her before she could protest. He could feel the heat from her body radiating towards him against the cool breeze from outside, the fluttering light allowing him only glimpses of her beauty.

She closed her eyes as she felt him begin to move to the music around them, she could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on her, but she let it go, taking in the moment as she could feel Arnav's pulse in his wrists around her waist letting him carry her around the room so she felt like she was weightless and floating in bliss.

Everything was changing so quickly, she was feeling things she had never felt before in her life and the man responsible for all of it was holding her close to him, carrying her around the room, making her forget all that was going on. She had another moment where she could feel all her surroundings melt away from the heat of his touch. All her worries, all the expectations of the world were now only fleeting memories of the past, ones she could not recall.

All that mattered was the here and now, how he held her close and kept her safe from the world, all the prying eyes, and all the evil it had to offer. She was safe, here with him and even though she knew at the back of her mind that she had much more to worry about, at that single moment, that is all that seemed important.

He let the feeling of her in his arms take over as he moved to the music and let the room around him dissolve into nothingness. He could feel her delicate eyelashes flutter past the skin of his neck as she opened her eyes from the shock of feeling him rest his head against hers as she swayed to the melody that seemed so very distant in the background. He loved how she felt against him, so small and fragile, something that he wanted to keep safe and to himself forever. He smiled against her skin as he felt her relax in his arms against everything else and shiver from the cold that the large windows were throwing at them, so he closed his arms tighter around her, wanting to shield her from it all.

He felt all the moments rush back to him, when he had watched her stare at the stars and fall asleep on his shoulder later that night. He had brought her back up to the room and watched her milky skin shine against the moonlight. That morning he had woken up to find her sleeping inches away from him and had stared right back at her as she peacefully slept. How she had laughed when he had missed her when hurling snowballs her way, the taste of his lips against hers when he had kissed her for the first time against the snow. How the fire had felt infinitely warmer with her lying in his arms, shivering from all the cold he had put her through. How he had lost control when he had seen her hurt and crying, and kissed her senseless against the wall, what if his Di had not come in? Then again, when he had lost control of himself when he had seen her step out earlier this evening, in a dress that made her glow brighter than any star she had loved.

It was them, against everything else. But the fear was gone, all of it disappeared in the small gap between them as they moved across the room. She nervously trod on his feet unsure of whether he was okay.

"It's allright" he whispered against her ear, feeling her relax back into place with the calming tone of his voice.

"I know" she whispered back and he wasn't sure if she was talking about them dancing any more but he didn't want to question it and ruin the perfect moment so he just held on to her, right up until the song ended and he found himself not wanting to let go when it finally did.