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Arnav walked back slowly, preparing his mind for what he was about to do. Trying his best to formulate some sort of logic, any piece of rational thought that he could string together to offer up an excuse that was plausible.

She had said no lying, and he wouldn't lie, he would just tell her the truth. Bits of it anyway, whatever he could manage, he owed her that much. He had made the decision to go up to her and help with the dance, so he had the responsibility of owing up to the consequences. With that business man persona, he walked confidently back to her, but with ever step he took, he felt his resolve slipping away with the thought of her.

He walked down the corridor, catching a glimpse of dark green flowing out of the door to his sisters room, he inquisitively quickened his pace until he saw what made his heart stop.

Khushi was sprawled on the floor, leaning against the door frame, her eyes dead and misted over, glazed by uncertainty of life and death. She didn't look responsive, he could make out her tiring short breaths that sounded like her body was giving up.

A wave of pure dread and terror hurtled towards him and hit him square in the chest, stealing away all his confidence before he started to shout out her name.

Everything went blurry as his eyes burned from the tears which he furiously wiped away, trying to get a better view of her. He dropped down to his knees beside her flailing form and held her hand in his, tapping her cheek lightly, trying desperately to elicit a response. Her eyes were facing him, they were looking at him, but he had the horrifying impression that she couldn't see him because she didn't react.

"Khushi!" he called again, feeling his mind close up and heart restrict at the image of her.

"What happened Khushi!?" he called to her, starting to shake as she still didn't respond.

He realised something was horribly wrong and he reached across her failing figure to lift her up when he saw blood on her arm. He gently lifted her soft skin, supporting her light arm and looking at what clearly looked like a sting, two holes mimicking pincers punctured through her soft skin, the surrounding skin having turned a painful dark purple.

His mind threw him back to earlier when she had shut the cupboard door and he knew. He had felt the movement of something dark as it scuttered along the side walls, but he had been too absorbed in giving her a piece of his mind that he hadn't bothered to react.

He cursed under his breath in a hectic panic as he heard her breath become shorter, more inhibited.

He tried to control his frozen shaking hands as he lifted her up strongly, placing his hands under her back and knees, walking out as quickly as he could, with his mind racing at a million miles an hour.

He walked past everyone in the hallway, too busy celebrating in festivities, he didn't have time to waste, he couldn't stop and explain to everyone. He knew she would stop breathing any minute, but he pushed that thought aside for fear of breaking down as he rushed towards his car, placing her in the seat and settling himself in the driver's seat.

He watched over her every second of the way to the hospital, and his brain raked with guilt and regret. Why had she not told him? Why did she hide it from him. She was here, a few feet away from him, her life slowly slipping away, all because he had left her there, alone.

Why didn't he make her feel like he cared about her? Did she really think it didn't matter to him whether she lived or not?

His heart throttled, threatening to suffocate him when he remembered all the times he had told her she didn't matter to him, that it didn't make a difference to him if she was there or not, if she existed or not. Had she really believed him? He had said all those things so it was easier for himself to deny what he felt. He had never dreamed that she would think of it to be true.

He slammed his fists against the steering wheel at the thought of how he had handled everything so wrongly. What kind of game was this? To have Khushi snatched away from him just when he was about to tell her for the first time what he really felt.

Why did he never appreciate her when she was there, by his side, healthy and happy. Why did it take something like this to show him how wrong he was. If he could only have a minute with her now, he would tell her what he felt. That is all he asked for, just a minute.

Why he had helped he during the competition seemed like such a small problem to worry about. He wanted her to open her eyes so he could look into them, lose himself in their depths and just tell her, that he did it because he loved her.

Her felt the warm saline droplets against his cheek as he shouted in a rage at the driver in front of him to hurry up, finally overtaking him a rage, not caring that he scraped the side of his SUV powerfully with the next car.

"Khushi!?" he called, worried that he couldn't make out the sounds of her breathing against the noise of everything else.

He held her hand in his, driving with the other, and squeezed her hand lightly, to let her know he was there.

"Don't you dare even think about leaving me Khushi" he warned as he pulled up in front of a large building.

He ran into the hospital, carrying her in his arms, causing an uproar as he shouted for doctors to attend to her, they took her way from him, stealing her away from his protective arms. He felt a low cry escape his throat when she left, not knowing whether she was all right.

He sat on the chair outside where she was, letting the grief consume him, but not letting the hope he had die away.

He prayed, for her. Because he knew that if he really had been in charge of their fate, they never would have ended up where they were right now.

36 hours later

Arnav walked towards her room in a rush, eagerness engulfing his heart with a layer so warm and sticky, he thought it would melt. He held a small opaque pearl in his hand, twirling it around in his fingers like he had been doing the last day and a half, keeping a part of her close to him so that he could still see the light.

He made his way past their family members, all asleep outside her room in the early hours of the morning. He could just see the rays of the days new sunlight creak through the windows in the hospital.

The doctors had just told him she was awake and he could go see her.

Arnav thought of what he had told himself when he had been driving her to the hospital, how if he had even another moment with her, he wouldn't hold back. He would cherish every moment with her, because she deserved it.

He slipped the pearl lightly into his pocket, smiling as he did, and pushed the door open to find Khushi turn towards him from where she lay, smiling right back.

He didn't need it anymore, he had the real thing, right in front of him.

And that is it for this weekend OS miniseries! I have school tomorrow and won't be back before the next episode airs so there really is no point in writing another part, I'm sorry if it sounds really rushed. I hope you all enjoyed the updates and I am not sure how that scorpion is going to find its way to Khushi in the show, but it better!

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