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Hello Friends, here is Chapter 8 to this story :)
I am really not getting as much likes and comments (It has dropped down from over 250 and 15 pages, to less than 130 and 7 pages from the first chapter to the seventh so I am feeling a bit unmotivated for this story). Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate every comment and like, but if you think the story isn't good then do tell me! If you guys want me to stop with this and think of something better then please let me know, I wouldn't want you all reading a story because you feel you have to 😳!
Chapter 8 Revolving Doors
He drove, attention focused on the wire of thoughts that ran across his mind at an increasingly rapid rate. It kept breaking, stopping, speeding up, reforming, turning around and running the other way. It drove him crazy, until he slammed his foot on the brakes, mere metres from her house, parked by a large tree running its roots deep into the ground. He stubbornly wiped away at the small droplets of perspiration that had found its way to his forehead.
Dhak Dhak, Dhak Dhak
He looked down at his treacherous heart, what the hell? Years of taming and isolation and this stupid block of flesh and muscle betrayed him, for that girl. He looked down at his chest, almost wanting to stab his own heart, just so it could stop pounding against his ribcage, reminding him of the effect she had on him.
He closed his eyes, thinking past the thumping, reminding himself why he was here. He jerked up suddenly, determined as ever as he had thought of what it had felt like when she hadn't come to him, the night before at the sangeet. He wouldn't give her an excuse to leave.
***
Khushi stood by her window, staring out at the stars, upset yet elated at the same time with the intensity of everything she felt. It was all too much.
Her phone buzzing in the pocket of her beige sweater over her dark kameez snapped her out of her daze and she buried her hand in her pocket to pull it out, for fear of waking her sister up with the noise. Tomorrow was the Haldi ceremony, and then the wedding. Payal needed her sleep, and as much as Khushi wanted to stay up all night and talk to her, she knew she shouldnt. So she let her sister get her beauty sleep whilst she worked away at her insomnia by the window pane, staring out at the stars she believed were her parents, talking to them instead, pouring her heart out.
"Hello" she whispered.
Beep. She heard the phone flat line and scowled at the screen.
The phone vibrated in her hands again and she answered, curious as to who it was at a time like this.
"Hello?" she called again, only to hear the same irritating noise telling her the person on the other end had cut the call. She looked at the screen again in annoyance, telling her that it was almost 1 in the morning now.
She turned on her heel, tucking her phone into her pocket, thinking that going to bed was probably a good idea when she felt the buzz of her phone in her pocket again.
She heard a small "Hi" before unleashing her displeasure "Who is this?" she heard a sharp intake of breath "Why are you calling me again, only to cut the phone off again, is this really that important? Can't you wait for the morning? What is wrong with yo.." she froze, her mind registering the voice she had heard as soon as she had picked up. It was him.
She bit her tongue, and raised her palm to place it against her forehead, starting to panic. Why was he calling her? Why did she always have to lash out at the wrong moments, she whined to herself.
"Urm, I was just, I mean, I wasn't speaking to you, I.. uh... Payal was.."
"Payal is asleep" he said calmly.
"Huh?" she said surprised, turning to watch her sister asleep in her bed, how had he known?
"Don't lie to me" he said, more reassuring than accusing.
Khushi blinked, trying to tame her mind that was growing foggy. What on earth was going on?
"I'm not lyin.." she sighed, giving up "Fine, I'm sorry"
"I'm sorry too" he whispered sadly, making Khushi straighten up, suddenly alert. She felt like he was close by.
"What are you apologising for?" she asked.
He ignored her question "Khushi, you need to come outside."
"What?" she exclaimed, rushing back to the window pane, searching.
"Near the tree" he helped.
Her eyes ran along the fence across her house, settling on the large tree in the distance, and sure as hell, there he was, standing strong next to the hood of his clear white SUV, faced towards her.
"What are you...?" she asked, looking out at him, just able to make out that he was looking at her.
"Just come outside" he ordered, before snapping his phone shut.
Khushi huffed at the phone in her hand, what did this man think of himself?
"Now?" she asked herself, watching him nod across the distance, how did he know what she was saying? "I.. I can't, look at the time, I can't just leav..." she muttered to herself, all the while watching his image, still as stone, eyes set determined in her direction.
She looked around herself, checking that her sister was asleep before swinging one foot out of the window pane, struggling to get the other across when she heard her phone start to buzz again.
"What is it?" she asked, not bothering to wait for his greeting.
"Why.. Khushi.. Why are you climbing out of the window?" he said, disbelieving as he watched her attempt to crawl out.
She snapped up at him, bringing her hand up to enlighten her situation "So what do you expect me to do? You come her at 1 in the morning and ask me to come outside, I can't just strut through the front door now can I?"
Arnav scowled at her, grunting in disapproval before turning the phone off on her for the fourth time that night.
Once she had gotten both feet across noiselessly, she almost fell out of the window, making him jump forwards in his place, only to see that she corrected herself awkwardly, rubbing away at the dust that had settled on her shirt from the fall.
He clenched his fists as she walked towards him, what had he gotten himself into.
"What? What is it?" she asked, feeling anxious all of sudden, what did he need to say that was so important.
"Hmmm" he hummed, lost in thought.
"What?" she asked again "Why are you here?"
Arnavs eyes focused back on hers "I..." he looked at her "don't know" he finished.
Khushis eyebrows scrunched up in worry, before she strode up to him, placing her cold palm against his forehead.
"Are you okay?" she asked, flipping her palm over.
He stepped away from her "Yeah, yeah I'm fine" suddenly embarrassed. He wanted to get in his car and drive away, pretending that this had never happened.
"Are you sure? Your blood sugar isn't low is it..?" She asked, concerned.
He snapped up at her "I said I am fine, I am not a child" he bickered, surprising her with his tone.
She felt that wrenching feeling again, just like she had the night of Diwali when he had broken her heart into a thousand little pieces. The feeling of not being wanted.
Why did he always manage to evoke that feeling in her? Was it because he didn't care? Or was it because she was so aware of him, and she wanted him to care so badly that it hurt when she thought he didn't.
"Well, you sure are behaving like one, if you didn't want to say anything, I don't understand why you came" she spat, turning around and marching away from him across the road.
He caught up with her quickly "Stop getting so upset" he shot through a clenched jaw.
"Stop making me so upset" she said aloud, regretting it as soon as the words were out. She flushed a bright red, which looked a hazy pink under the streetlamp glow, continuing to walk, with him right next to her.
"Khushi" he warned "stop walking" he ordered with no response from her "I said stop walking"
She stopped for a second, turning to face him "Well, I said stop acting like.."
"Like what.." he pressed on, when she froze, turning away to walk again.
Like you care one minute and then you don't. Like you are the person that I have dreamed of, and then acting like the person I wish I had never met, she thought.
"Nothing" she said frustrated at how hard it was to get things across to him.
"Khushi, I said stop walking"
"No!" she almost shouted, close to the fence around her house now, she reached out to open the lock when she felt his warm hand enclasp her wrist and turn her around to face him.
"How many times.." he started, only to be interrupted by her irritated voice.
"Do you have to tell me not to speak to you like that?" she finished for him, raising her eyebrows "about the same number of times I have to ask you to let go" she said, indicating her arm.
He pursed his lips, letting her arm go reluctantly.
She kept her eyes locked on his as she opened the lock on the fence, walking inside towards the front door. He followed her in, speaking out a second later.
"Khushi wait" he said, stopping as she stopped in her tracks too "I need to talk to you"
Finally, she thought.
She turned to face him, her heart beginning to pump loudly after looking at how he watched her.
"W..what is it?" she asked, desperate to hear his words.
"I.."
"HAI RE NANDKISORE, where is this light switch" they heard Buaji's voice call across the closed windows from the front of the house.
Khushis eyes flew open, her heart starting to beat erratically for a whole different reason. She looked at Arnavs calm features for a split second before jumping towards him, grabbing onto his arm, and pulling him down with her onto the floor against the wall.
A few moments later they heard Buaji switch on the lights, flooding the path above their heads with lights flowing out of the window.
Crouched on the ground, Khushi mimicked a quick 'Shhh' to Arnav and crawled on the floor until she was under her window. She had to turn and convince Arnav to follow her after he had rolled his eyes at her suggestion, prepared to stand up, illuminating his image for Buaji to see. But he succumbed to her requests, fuming as he crouched on the ground.
They waited in silence, Khushi watching with wide eyes as the lights finally switched off and the door to her Buaji's room shut with a muffled thump.
When he was sure there was absolutely no one there, he looked over at her menacingly, blaming her for the marks on his expensive trousers.
"Look..." he accused, nostrils flaring.
Khushi surpressed a giggle, before leaning over and lightly brushing away the dust from his knee. Breaking out in little giggles as the adrenaline filtered through her veins, she looked up at him, eyes smiling in volumes as she thought of what had just happened. She had gotten Arnav Singh Raizada, mighty business tycoon, to scurry around the walls of her house on his knees. She couldn't help but laugh.
He tried his best to hold back a smile watching her, but he was sure it was visible on his face. He stood up, acting like none of this meant much, and she followed, finally biting back her laugh.
He started to walk away before she called out.
"Wait"
He turned at her command, before she pointed up at the window.
"How am I going to get back inside?" she asked, worried because the window pane sat at a height just below her shoulders, she would never be able to heave herself in.
He contemplated for a moment before taking two confident steps towards her and placing his hands strongly at either side of her waist, not bothering to extract her reaction, before picking her up and placing her like a little rag doll on the window pane, her legs hanging below her.
She stared at him shocked, unable to scurry inside to hide away the flush of her skin as he sent her a small smirk and walked back to his car.
"Wait" she called again, surprised at her own confidence.
He looked back at her "What is it you wanted to tell me?" she asked nervously.
He stared at her image, taking in her flustered state.
"It can wait" he saidbefore walking towards his car, hearing her make no move behind him.
***
Later on in the night Arnav settled himself in his bed, smiling widely in the dark as he thought of his recent encounter with her. So he may not have been able to clear her thoughts about what he felt towards her, or let her in on the magnitude of his feelings for her. But he had gone to see her, she had to know that counted for something.
He closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep with the thought of her large sparkling eyes and the feel of her lips against his.
Precap -
She stood against whitewashed doors, worn out from age, disparity against her young beauty. She was smiling at him slightly, large honey eyes locked against his darker ones.
Her smile suddenly transformed into a pout, childlike and longing, before she let out a disparaging sigh, dropping to the ground, settling herself within the many folds of the dress beneath her.
He couldn't help but smile at the image.
She sighed loudly, playing lightly with the feather light material flowing from her waist, looking up at him, forcing him to register her annoyance.
He smiled "What is it Khushi?"
She tutted at him, like he should have known what was wrong instead of asking.
"Come here" she asked politely, using the allure of her eyes to draw him in.
He took a few small steps in her direction, looking down at her.
"Closer"
I really hope you liked the update (again, it is Shyamless😆) Please do leave likes and comments, they mean so much more than you think 😊 Love, Hayley x
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