Feelings/Aftermaths THE END PG 19! (arhi OS/SS) - Page 9

Originally posted by: desisoaps05

This story made absolutely no frickin sense. It keeps jumping around from place to place without making it clear how we got there and who all these pronouns refer to. You have to INFER on who's thought process we are listening to now, and who is who, who said what, who did what, how did we get here. UGH MADE NO SENSE.

Sorry. Just how I feel...

yes! any minute now! :)

*WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME VERY EXPLICIT SCENES. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

It actually needed some research. You know. To write ' er ' scenes.

Okay. So. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.*

LAST PART -2 ______________________________________________________________________________

Do you see what you've done? Do you see the mess you've made?

Oh my GOD. Who are you?

You keep hurting her, Arnav. And you pretend like you don't care.

I don't care.

We'll see.

There was silence in his head as he drove along, panic rising in his gut as he realized that it had been a while since he had called the bas***d, ordering him to go to her. He had not missed the enthusiasm hiding in Shyam's voice, but had chosen to ignore it.

"Damn it!" he growled, smacking his hand on the wheel, anger and regret coursing through his being.

You okay?

If anything happens to her, I'll never forgive myself. Never.

I thought you didn't care?

*

Khushi screamed as he rammed into her, trying to force himself through, failing each time because of her scurrying movements.

She felt his arousal spill onto her naked thighs. Once more she felt bile rising in her throat, and she did not stop it this time. She let it all out.

*

STOPPP! KHUSHI!!!! KHUSHI!!!!!!!!!!!

The memories burned into his mind as once more he ran desperately in the dark, trying to find a clue, a sign, anything that would lead him to her. He stopped short, holding his breath, trying to hear a scream, a voice, a whisper. His heart boomed with each beat - it had never felt so alive before. His eyes brightened as he slapped his pockets, trying to locate his phone. Whipping it out, he dialled the last number he had dialled the same night mere hours ago. His thundering heart came to a silent, sudden halt as his ears visibly strained to hear it.

A few seconds passed.

The wind rustled.

The trees whispered.

His heart and lungs fought with him, trying to beat, trying to breathe, but he would not let them.

And finally, he heard it.

It sounded faint, but it gave him the most important thing - direction.

And as his heart began beating again, he felt the other important thing.

Something he thought he had lost last night as he had heard her utter those words.

But it was still there, along with hope in all its glory, beating its wings inside him at the thought of ...her.

With a triumphant smile, Arnav Singh Raizada sprinted off to find his Khushi, and end this terrible aftermath once and for all.

*

Shyam stared at the missed caller ID on his phone, an eerie dread seeping across his chest as he looked the two words. Was he here? Why had he called? Should he call back? Lead him off, assure him Khushi was fine, that he had taken her to a hospital far, far away? Or should he prepare for the worst, pull Khushi on top of him and pretend this was all her doing?

Turning his phone off, he looked at Khushi, his face contorting with disgust, his eyes eyeing the red mark on her cheek. He had slapped her, hard, too many times to count, when she had thrown up all over him, completely ending his arousal. He had slapped her unconscious, and the sight of her lying there did nothing to arouse him like it did before, but enraged him. She looked repulsive, caked in mud, covered in her own vomit, her scalp showing in places where he had pulled out tufts of hair, her skin swollen and thick, covered in black and blue bite marks, his release splattered all over her body. Her mouth was bleeding - he had no doubt knocked out a tooth, and given her a black eye in the process.

He shook her, trying to get her to wake. Arnav could be anywhere. They needed to hide, get away from here. He realized he didn't have a shred of clothing on him - his clothes had been abandoned when he had chased Khushi to this spot. Panicking, he rose, half a mind to leave her there and then, leave her for the dogs, when she moaned.

His eyes widened.

His manhood throbbed with life.

And he went back into position.

*

Arnav threw his phone away in frustration, anger and fear thawing away at his insides. Shyam had either run out of charge, or he had switched off his phone. Fear gripped him like it had that night, when he had not been able to keep up with the ambulance. He couldn't find her. Did he lose her?

His chest felt hollow. He grabbed at his hair, his head spinning. Repulsion gnawed at his own conscience as he remembered the last words he had said to her.

"I hate you. I don't care what happens to you. Die, for all I care. And this time, I mean it."

She had looked at him with such a bizarre expression on her face. As though she couldn't understand him, she wouldn't understand him. That look had pushed him to repeat those words, those hateful three words.

"Do you hear me? I hate you."

His own voice haunted him, filled the air around him with such solidity that he could not breathe.

Saase rukh jaate hai.

He felt his legs give way and he collapsed against a tree, his mind fogging up with her smile, her blazing eyes, her stupidness, her ridiculousness, her silliness, her warmth, her affection, her funniness, her love for sweets, her love for his family, her blind faith in her Devi Maiyya, her faith in the stars above her, her incredible goodness.

And her love for him.

And then he was thrown to the most raging sea of grief, drowning in its monstrous waves. Shivering, he cradled his head in his arms, and the tears came.

They gushed forth, bursting from his eyes and heart as he finally released them from years of imprisonment. They came as he realized how much he had hurt the very people for whom he existed. They came as he realized the full brunt of his mistakes, the harsh decisions, the rash decisions, the hurtful words, the hateful words. They came as he felt the full, furious form of regret. They came as he realized that he was no God, that he did not write his own destiny. They came as he realized what he had always known - that she had done nothing wrong, that he had punished her again and again and again for being the wonderful person that he himself never could be, never would be. He sobbed and raged at himself, wanting to tear his own flesh from limb to limb for hurting her, for bringing tears to his eyes. He wept as he realized all over again that he loved her with every inch of his being - that he could not be without her. His tears poured down, fast and thick. They scorched his skin as he felt all he felt. They burned as he finally looked to the heavens and screamed her name.

"KHUSHI!!!!"

The gods looked back at him with disgust and pity, and promptly turned their backs on him.

But one star twinkled back at him when all the others seemed to have vanished in the dark; it twinkled with such ferocious intensity that he stepped back, staggering under its glare. And then he felt a drop of rain. A drop of a tear.

And he knew she was crying with him.

*

"Nanhe, sambhaal lo apni aap ko, Chotte use waapas lekar ayenge -"

N.K. looked at her, his eyes wide and fearful, his lips trembling.

"But Di- what if - what if... what if -"

He turned his face away, his voice breaking, unable to say it, unable to speak with his heart burning in fear, in anger, in worry - and in jealousy.

For, he thought bitterly, it was Naanav to the rescue again. And everyone would forget that he put her there in the first place. Even her.

He knew he would never do that to her. He would love her with uncomplicated simplicity. He would trust her, always, unconditionally. She would never have to prove himself to her. She would never have to prove her worth. She would never need to. He would never want her to. He would make her laugh, mess up his words on purpose just to see that angelic smile, and his heart would sing like it did every time she corrected him. He would love her. He would never hurt her.

And yet she had chosen him. He had seen it in her eyes. Seen it in the way she used him to make Naanav jealous. Seen it in the way they looked at each other. Seen it in the way she had worn Naanav's bangles, and not his. Maybe that was when he had lost her. He couldn't even get her the proper size.

And he burned with a feeling of loss so overwhelmingly powerful that he had to remind himself with heavy-set determination - he was leaving. This house, her memories - they would all cease to exist once he learned to forget.

But how could he leave now, without knowing she was fine?

Anjali pulled him into her arms, stroking his hair, trying to offer him warmth and solace from one broken heart to another. He put his arms around her as he buried his face in her hair and closed his eyes.

"I love her, Di. I love her."

She thanked her Devi Maiyya that Akaash had been spared.

*

He knew he should get up. But it was as though someone had chopped off his legs. He had never felt so weak, so vulnerable. And so f**king hopeless.

He did not deserve her after this. He never deserved her. From the moment he had released that footage of her into the press, from the moment when he had ruined her sister's wedding, from the moment he had let her go from his office floor.

Khushi. Khushi. Khushi.

I should have never let you go. Khushi. Do you hear me? I'm sorry. I'm so god damned sorry.

Despair crept into his soul as he tried to think straight, tried to be strong. But gone was the mask of ASR - he was now no more than a broken man with a damaged soul. He gasped as a possible reality hit him - that he might never see her again. That he had lost her for good this time. He did not know where she was, how she was. He could not see her. He could not hear her. He could not feel her. Her absence hit him with such brutal force that he fell into a fetal position, curled up at the tree's roots, crying out in pain, waiting for it to stop. Just stop. But it would not stop. The blinding, paralyzing pain would not go. His cousin's words echoed in his head, deafening out every other thought.

And you sent that monster after her? How could you, Naanav?

And rage swept through him, the rage of the Raizada family, the rage of Arnav Singh Raizada - pure rage fuelled by the need to protect, defend and fight for his own. The rage to kill. The rage to find that bas***d and kill him with his bare hands.

Because she was his own. He wondered how he had forgotten it.

His dim-witted cousin who lacked brains had been right.

He had been right to sneer at his Naanav, ridicule him for his greatest folly - his stupid pride and ego.

His stupid stubbornness to think she was always wrong.

His own stupid desperation to make her so, so that he could excuse himself from falling in love with her, living with her, having babies with her, loving her with so much feeling that the very thought had rendered him to whimpers.

How could he have been so stupid?

Everything would have been alright. If only, if only.

"What have I done?" he croaked.

And with a heart wrenching twist, he remembered what he had said to her right after he had seen her with Shyam on the terrace. He had been trembling in rage, and he had cornered her against a shadowed wall. She didn't know. She had looked at him shyly with nervous anticipation, mistaking his intense glare for passion. Her chest had been heaving. Up and down, up and down. Pause. Up and down, up and down. He had wanted to squash the life out of her. Instead, he had opened his mouth to spit out the words he had said on a similar night a few months ago.

"The kiss. The intimacy. Mazak tha. Didn't mean a thing to me. Mujhe fadak nahi padta. Aur kabhi nahi padega. So you can just forget it."

She had not believed him. She had placed a hand over his heart. What about the dance, she had asked with her eyes, which had then widened as she felt his heartbeat increase. What about this, she seemed to ask.

He had swatted it off. Tightened his hold on her, making her wince.

"Meant nothing. Means nothing. Seems like you don't understand what I'm saying. I don't like repeating myself. Par phir bhi ek baar kah deti hoon. Tum mere liye koi nahi ho. Tum ho, ya na ho, mujhe koi fadak nahi padta. Samjhi?"

Her face had been blank, unreadable.

"I never want to see your face again."

And then he had added the next sentence, the sentence which revealed that heknew.

"Stay away from Di. Stay away from my family."

And understanding had flickered onto her face.

He had left her then. He had walked away. He had walked away even when he had heard her calling out his name in a dazed voice, asking him to wait.

Instead he had come downstairs and revealed a secret that had been hidden for his own good.

And then Khushi had followed, her tinkling payal signalling her entrance. The room had hushed deadly quiet, but she had eyes for nobody but Arnav.

He remembered how she had come straight to him and tugged on his sleeve like a child.

"Arnavji," she had said softly.

He had snatched his arm away from her and she had looked down on the floor, blinking back tears. Composing herself to some extent, she had begun again, this time starting with his sister's name. And he could restrain himself no longer.

"JUST GET OUT!"

He jolted out of his reverie, hearing a cry in the distance.

It sent shivers down his spine, and yet gave him enough strength to stand back up. The cry came again, louder this time; it pierced through his heart, and he knew it was her for only she could pierce him like that. He stumbled towards it, finally breaking into a run.

"Khushi," he whispered.

And when the winds carried his whisper to her ears, she knew, she knew she was safe.

*

He had finally got her this time. She was too weak to slither out of his grasp, too weak to fight him, too unconscious to protest. But he had to admit - she had put up one hell of a fight. How long had it been since they had been here? Hours, days? And he still had not penetrated her. He grabbed her head by her hair, pulling it backwards, roughly biting at her neck, sucking fiercely. She gasped in delirious pain, too unsure of what was happening. She could feel him around her, she could feel him everywhere. But who? Was it really him? Was this really happening to her?

Her moans got louder as he kissed her mouth, his hands massaging her swollen breasts, pinching her nipples. With a shock that made him tremble, he realized she was actually responding back. She arched herself towards him, and he put a finger to her core to find it wet and throbbing in anticipation. So now she wanted him? He smirked. Well, it's not going to be easy. But I'll give it to you if you beg for it. He seated himself on top of her, cupping her mounds together. He squeezed himself through the valley he had made, and began thrusting.

She felt hot liquid on her chest, her neck, her mouth. She wanted to open her eyes to see what it all was, to see the source of her discomfort and pleasure. But it felt as though somebody had punched her within every inch of her life, including her eyelids, which seemed to weigh a ton. She felt sleepy, and she enjoyed the sensations that were rocking through her dreams, the pool of warmth that had spread across her chest. She moaned again, unconsciously moving her hand to press into her throbbing core, trying to soothe its want.

His eyes rolled back into his head as he laughed manically, his orgasm reaching new heights. Breathing heavily, he moved lower, trailing a hot tongue downwards, through her breasts, stomach, and finally -

Her breath hitched as his tongue replaced her fingers, her thick discharge sending him into frenzy. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe he was finally getting what he had wanted all along, what he had waited so patiently for all this time. He bit at her opening, satisfied as she sighed, and amazed as she moved her hand to clutch at his hair, trying to guide him.

He sucked slowly and mercilessly. It was flattering how she responded to him when she was unconscious. He smiled and nuzzled against her folds as her hands wound themselves tighter in his hair. She giggled.

"Arnavji. Bas kiji ye na."

*

The world had come to an end. His eyes must be lying. Had the tears betrayed him?

Was his heart going to break twice in the span of twenty four hours?

Because there he was, writhing naked, kissing and thrusting.

And there, below him, lay Khushi.

His Khushi.

Naked.

Moaning.

He took a step back, and then a second. His mind was reeling. He felt completely numb. Defeated. His very existence pointless.

Dibelief shocked through him as he watched her hands guide him to her pleasure, delighted moans escaping from her throat.

His breath choked, and his heart spluttered to a stop, He felt a sharp pain in his chest where life had stopped beating. He felt darkness envelop him as he desperately tried to feel anger, feel hatred.

But they wouldn't come. They would not rescue him this time.

He was giving into the rewarding darkness when he heard it.

It was nothing unfamiliar. Nothing like the noises she had been making seconds ago.

This he had heard so many times that he could mimic it if he pleased.

It was music to his ears.

A giggle.

A name.

His name.

"Arnavji. Bas kiji ye na."

*

He froze, snapping his head back to look at her blissful face. She was still giggling away, arching sensually, pressing against him, rubbing against him.

"Arnavji!" she squealed, peals of laughter bubbling from her mouth.

His body shook with anger as his hands that had been sliding along her thighs a moment ago came to rest, hovering over her trembling centre. He waited, waiting for her to speak again, speak the words for which he would make her pay.

"Arnavji," she sighed, her eyes fluttering.

Without a second's hesitation, he shoved his fingers inside her.

*

She yelped in pain as reality finally swam back to her. Everything looked weird. Everything was hazy, moving. It was dark, very dark - too dark. A heavy weight came crashing down on her as she remembered where she was, how she was, what was being done to her, felt what was being done to her, and who was reallydoing it.

Not knowing how he would hear it, not knowing whether he still cared, she summoned her wits, threw back her head and screamed out her need in raw passion.

"ARNAVJI!!!! ARNAVJIII!!!!"

A hand groped at her mouth, stiffling her blood curdling cries. She opened her eyes to look into his menacing ones, and her heart stilled.

This was the look of a man who didn't care anymore.

This was the look of a man who had abandoned humanity.

This was the look of a man who had lost all but one thing, and he was going to keep it, or die trying.

This was the look of Shyam.

And she broke into fresh sobs as he finally entered her, like a man should.

*

He felt a striking blow across his temple, and he fell backwards with a hard thump as the branch poised to strike again. It came down harder this time, now over his forehead. He heard a dull crack, and then agonizing pain swept across his body. He felt two hard blows on his arms, an unbearable pressure forced on them until a satisfying crack was heard. He lurched in pain, panting, trying to move his arms, fingers - panicking when he could feel nothing, nothing but pain. Another blow on his chest sent him puffing for air as he felt the breath being knocked out of him. He felt air swooping above him as the heel of a shoe came crunching down on his face, smashing into his nose, digging into his face. The heel lifted, and went whizzing down, up and down, up and down, until his howls had subsided into whimpers, his bones reduced to splinters. And then came the voice. Oh, how well he knew that voice! It was the voice that had terrified countless to its bidding. It was terrorizing to say the least. It was a growl no less than the most vicious animal. It was a roar no less than a lion's. It was his death knell.

He felt something collide hard with his ribs, felt them break.

The voice spoke.

"Never -"

He felt hands roughly grab his limp penis, felt the sharp edge of a smooth metal pressing into the skin.

He cowered, trying to shy away from it.

"Nahi - Saale Saab - ! Yeh kya -"

The edge dug in, sharper than ever.

He wheezed, his mind spinning to invent solutions, a way out.

"Yeh sab ussi ka kaam hai!," he shrieked, completely breathless. "Humari viswas kijiye!Humne usko bohut samjhaneki koshish ki! Par wo - wo hum par zabardaast -"

He broke off when the deadly voice hushed him, a sshing sound that made the hair on his neck prickle.

"- Again."

With a swift slash, his penis was flung into his face, and his screams sliced effortlessly through the night sky.

*

Arnav observed the man lying beneath his feet, specks of red hazing his vision. To say he was angry would have been an understatement. He did not know howhe was feeling. All he knew was that he wanted to kill.

He wanted to smell blood. He wanted to trample on this man's insides, squish them to jelly while he was still conscious.

He placed his foot on top of his head, and shifted all his weight to it, waiting for the contentment that would come after the resounding crack.

He heard him groaning in pain as he increased the pressure, his lips curving into a snarl as he stamped down, willing him to die, die, DIE -

"Arnavji."

*

Stop Arnavji. That's enough.

Arnavji, can you hear me? I know you can.

Come to me.

Leave him be.

Come to me.

I need you.

I love you.

*

Her eyes spoke volumes, and he walked to her as though hypnotized, dropping at her side, his head sagging on his shoulders.

Hai Devi Maiyya. Has he lost weight? He looks terrible.

He looked into her eyes, begging for forgiveness. His eyes travelled down the length of her body, taking in everything she had been subjected to.

All because of him.

She saw something change in his eyes, a strange eerie resolve take over the grief.

When he spoke, she did not recognize his voice. She recoiled at the unfamiliarity, at the sudden fear she felt - not for her, but for him.

"Can you move?"

She frowned, telling him silently that she was quite incapable of moving at this point, did he not see her condition - ?

And her face twisted with grief and confusion as she remembered it all. She had been so happy to see him, so relieved, that Shyam and every other thought had went flying out of the window.

Realization hit her, and she felt the bile rise again.

She was no longer pure.

She was a marked woman now.

And she had been marked by him.

Her tears had barely started to flow when he crushed her into his chest.

*

They did not know how long they lay there, holding onto each other, terrified to let go. He smelled of blood, while she smelled of Shyam's stink, Shyam's release, Shyam's sweat. But they could care less. All they knew that when they let go, everything would be different. They were doing what they had left incomplete at the hospital, so many months ago. They were embracing. They were being there for each other. And so they held on for another century, another second.

*

She did not remember how they had ended up back at the Raizada house. Arnav was careful to not wake her from her deep slumber as he covered her with his jacket in his car, wiping away the blood in between her legs with a clean, soft cloth he always kept with him. She did not remember how she had snuggled closer into his chest, burying her face in his neck to smell him, to smell all of him. because even in her dreams, she needed him.

She slept through Arnav sending his family members a quelling look that had shut their curious mouths until he had carried her upstairs into his room; she had slept through Arnav filling the tub with warm water, drawing her a bath. She had slept through when he had gently placed her inside, carefully positioning her head on a plastic headrest. She had slept through the two hours when Arnav had sat beside the tub where she lay soaking, the tub which he drained repeatedly until not a swirl of mud or blood remained to be seen. He had gently soaped her body, scrubbing lightly over her wounds, over her everything. He had then washed her hair, pleasant feelings soaring through his heart as the shampoo suds in her long tresses bubbled and burst. Khushi slept through the point when he toweled her dry, blow-drying her hair, incessantly worrying about the fact that she would surely catch a cold, having spent a good portion of the last twenty four hours on cold, wet mud. He had then buttoned her up in his silkiest pyjamas, lain her down in the middle of the bed, arranged pillows on her sides and covered her with his duvet. And then he had left.

Khushi slept through it all.

*

She awoke hours later in a semi-dark room with a beating heart to a piercing pain down between her legs. She whimpered, wanting him to hold her.

"Arnavji."

No one answered.

Her sleepy head focused, her sight sharpened. Her nose inhaled in a familiar scent that seemed to be all around her, even on her, as she felt herself clean and comfortable. Her eyes took in the shadowed, blurry lines that struck out as terribly familiar.

She gasped audibly as she took it all in.

What am I doing in his room? What ... what is this? What am I wearing? Maybe - maybe Anjaliji -

She shook her head. Whimpered as the pain grew worse. Her temper flared.

Where is he? He can't just leave me like this in his room! Hai Devi Maiyya! What if someone sees!

She got up slowly, wincing as pain shot throughout her body. Something did not feel right. Knowing him, he would never leave her side at a time like this. She thought back to that strange look she had seen on his face, and her insides tightened. Her palms grew clammy.

"Arnavji," she whispered, no longer angry.

The fear came back. The fear for him.

*

He stood tall and straight, his face looking upwards, his eyes frantically searching for the twinkling star, his mother who had cried with him from the sky earlier that night.

But it was just so cloudy.

He knew what he had to do.

His lights had been extinguished.

And it was time to blow out the candles.

*

happy? this is actually 12 pages long on word. and i use font size 11. which is teensy weensy.

This is NOT the end.

'The End' needs space.

i've written it already and it's shorter, wayyy shorter.
but you guys could really help me out by suggesting which characters you want to see again so that i wont end up disappointing you :/
even though i pretty much ended it for all of them except arnav and khushi.

but please, SUGGEST! i'm nothing without you guys :)
and i hope you like this chapter! it was hard work!
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Originally posted by: Nmyra

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*edited*

You CASTRATED him?? 😲

LMFAO - omg mega kudos for this babe, ami mara jacchi hashte hashte...wiat i know amar hashr kotha na serious scene...gombhir mood...but YOU CASTRATED HIM!!!😆