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Hey guys, back with part 5 of Where Happiness Lives, I am not PMing people anymore, I email updates, so send me an email at ccuteaangel @gmail.com if you want to be included in my email update list. I have been in a good mood since this weeks episodes, so here is my next update, I hope it leaves you happy !
Chapter 5 - Spectrum
"What is this?" he asked, eyes misted over in what seemed like an undeniable look of nostalgia as he watched the gold trinkets run along Khushi's arm. How had his mother's bangles ended up with her?
"Where did you get these?" he said through tight lips, controlling his anger.
He felt a sudden wave of possessiveness, he didn't want anyone else adorning what his mother used to wear, she was still so close to his heart, the heart which he had locked away from the rest of the world.
He felt the fury take over him when he saw them, but when he looked up, prepared to lash out, he saw Khushi, and he realised that he didn't mind all that much. The feeling of relief washed over him, sending him somewhere unfamiliar.
They were his mothers bangles, and they had found their way to her. That had to mean something?
He blinked away the thought, wondering when on earth he started to believe in things like that.
"A..anjali ji gave them to me. I was going to give them back.. I just forgot to and then I didn't come tonight and I..." she stopped speaking through the tears that were still running down her face.
Arnav let go of her arm slowly as she stepped away from him, taking a step back into her house as he followed, not letting her put any distance between them. The air suddenly thickening from the friction between them, creating heat that couldn't dissipate fast enough.
She closed her eyes, wishing that he would just disappear. Her heart would not be able to take another impolite word from the mouth of the man she cared so deeply for. She braced herself, ready for the hit.
"Why are you here?" she said quietly, pleading with him to leave.
He felt the pain in her voice and moved closer to her, wanting nothing more than absorb all of her sadness. She felt his hand touching her skin along her cheek as he caressed her face, and she thought back again to Diwali, and then to a few days ago, when he had taken advantage of her loss of awareness when he was so close.
She swallowed, pulling his hand away from her face, before stepping back again, feeling the breeze from the open window off to her right hit her, cooling down the heat that pooled around her centre. He stepped closer, shielding her from the cold.
"They look perfect" he whispered in a voice so close to falling apart it scared Khushi enough to cause her eyes to fly open. It was like they were hanging by a thread so narrow it would break with the weight of even the lightest feather. She looked over at his sad face staring down at her arm, calmly tracing the gold metal with his fingers, not daring to move, incase she broke the moment.
The light sound that the bangles made sent a shiver along her spine as she felt the sharpness pierce her ears.
"They were my mothers."
Khushi stood unexpectedly horrified at the words he had spoken. She felt so intruding, like she had snatched something that was so close to him, so personal away and she winced from the feeling it left inside of her.
"I..I'm sorry, I didn't know" she said quickly, suddenly feeling the metal sweltering hot, burning her skin away. It scared her to have something so important to him so close.
He shook his head, not wanting to hear her apologise.
He closed in to her, letting his mind become consciously aware of how much he wanted her. He wouldn't gain anything if he denied it, and something told him, that if he let this moment go, he may never get another chance.
"You wore this" he whispered "the first time we met" tracing his fingers lightly across the beads that sat just under her top, grazing her bare skin lightly.
She smiled softly, but sadly, remembering the moment "I didn't know you observed me so closely" looking up at him, hoping with every ounce of her being that this time would be different than all the others. She could see him backing away at the next sign of closeness, but she was willing to take that risk.
Just one more time.
He was more than worth it, and she knew she would regret it afterwards, just like she had the last time she had let him through to her. She couldn't be that unreachable, distant desire for him, isolated from what he could obtain, because she didn't want to unreachable. She wanted him to hold her, and that feeling would triumph over all others whenever she was in a situation like this.
She shyed away when she felt his hand run across the bare skin of her stomach, not knowing if the pounding in her ears was from his beating heart, or her own.
***
He stood, in the exact same spot he had stood in days ago watching where she had been dancing in practice for tonight before her Buaji had given him a piece of her mind. She had looked determined and strong. So independent, he had thought.
And now he watched her stand so close, so close to him. He thought they had hated eachother, and now, all of a sudden, Arnav had left his brothers sangeet to come and see her? Khushi was his and his only, and his jaw clenched from rage as he saw Arnav skittle his fingers on the belt along her waist.
He crushed the rose he held in his hand, the petals too weak to stand up against his strength, they went running down his hand to hit the floor below silently, crushed out of life.
How could she do this to him? How could she?
He would make her pay for this. He had been nothing but patient with her, giving her time to adjust to him. He had been planning so much, trying to get rid of Anjali so that she could accept him and she was running around with another man.
The thought of how her skin must feel sent a ripple of pure jealousy through him as he thought of what his brother in law had. It made him feel restless and vacant. He looked at them before turning on his heel and walking away, vowing to make her repay him for the wrong she had just committed.
***
"I'm sorry"
Khushi looked up to him and immersed herself in the strength of those two words when spoken by Arnav Singh Raizada. The way he had said it, so simply, with no explanation, no accompanying words, took her breath away. And she would bet on her life that he meant it from the heart.
"About what" she asked, not quite sure of what he was talking about.
"Everything" he replied, exploring her waist with his fingertips, feeling the heat at every touch. He traced in little swirls along her milky skin, finding her lower back
"Stop" she managed, breaking them both out of their daze.
The wall she was building around her heart was on its way, preparing itself to match his years of hard work.
"Please, don't ..." she thought aloud, please don't hurt me again, she added in her mind.
Arnav watched her fidget uncomfortably, but he kept his hand firmly placed around her and pulled her in closer.
"I am not going to hurt you again" he breathed against her eyelashes that hid her precious eyes.
"Khushi" he ordered "look at me"
Khushi eyes fluttered open sending Arnav a butterfly kiss that made his breath catch. Her eyelashes were so soft, just like the rest of her.
How had he kept away from her so long? His self control astounded him, because in that moment he wanted nothing more than to pull her lips in to a deep kiss, feel the heat from her body and make her feel like she had never felt before.
He took in a deep breath, controlling his thoughts as she stared up at him with bright eyes.
"I really am sorry about the other day, can you forgive me Khushi?" he asked so politely, she couldn't help but nod her head automatically, even though she didn't want to let him off so easily. His hand fit so perfectly along her slender back, holding her to him supportingly.
"What if I lied?" he asked, pausing as he watched her eyes release all her resistance "What if it wasn't nothing?"
Khushi tried to stop herself, but found that she couldn't. A small smile crept up on to her face. So this was the best he could do?
It would be enough for her. She knew how hard it must have been for him, and she would treasure those words, because she knew how deep the care in his heart must have run for him to be able to say it out loud.
Arnav hid his emotions from the world, and to hear a piece of his heart, would always be enough.
***
Shyam looked down at his hand, a single petal sat just above his wrist, pressed into his palm from the relentlessness with which he had treated its softness. He picked it off, trying to control his fury shaken fingers as he thought of her silky smooth skin, her long soft hair like rays of the darkened sun, rays which someone else was running his fingers through.
He stood on the bridge passing over the lake, roughly flinging the innocent petal over the edge, watching as it joined the endless flow of water below.
He knew now what he had to do.
He just had to find a way to do it.
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He let go of her as the colour flushed to her cheeks, feeling his own ears turn hot at his sudden retrace from ruthlessness. He had said something to her that hadn't made her cry, the thought, sending a swell of joy inside of him.
It felt so good to have her look up at him, admiring what she saw rather than the look that told him she wanted him to peel away another layer of his disdain, because she still hadn't reached what she looked-for.
"Khushi" he spoke, breaking what seemed like an endless pulse of silence between them.
"Ji?"
"Come on, let's go" he said, about to turn.
"What? Where?" she asked, suddenly scared that he was about to do something again.
He looked at her impatiently, not because of her inanity, but because she was still standing so far away from him, with only but a layer of intense heat connecting their gazes.
"You are coming to your sisters sangeet are you not?" he questioned.
She smiled a smile of relief and looked down at herself "Can you just give me a second to change?"
Before she could take a step away from him he delicately held onto her arm, spinning her around towards him. He teased the light green fabric by her lukewarm neck with his other hand.
"You know Khushi, red used to be my favourite colour" he said tenderly, making her blush in memory of Diwali "but green, I think I like green a lot too, and this colour doesn't look all that bad on you" he smirked, watching her freeze for a moment.
She looked up at him in astonishment, had Arnav Singh Raizada just sent her a compliment? Her mind threatened to shut itself up on her, so she opted to just say as little as possible.
She pulled gently away from the heat of his touch, taking a step back to clear her thoughts.
"I c..can't... I urm, I've worn this to... I'll take just a minute, promise"she stuttered, walking backwards while looking at him, before disappearing out of sight.
As he watched her walk away he felt the sense of her skin lingering on his fingertips. He smiled to himself after what seemed like a long time.
He had all the colours of the world at his fingertips, the colours of her and her happiness. The colours of her skin and her smile. They all set ablaze, illuminating the vision before his eyes.
The colours of happiness.
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