ArHi FF: Kya pata kahaan hum Chale(Part 25last 112

My version of what happens after the prampara has been looked after... 😉

I wanted to post it before Feb 24th 2012 episode as it follows episode aired on Feb 23rd 2012, alas, couldnt.

Do let me know what you think 😊

"No! No! No!" she kept on repeating to herself as she sat totally still in the middle of the hurriedly decorated bed. Events of the last 24 hours or so started to play in her mind which had been numb till then. She felt as if she had woken up from a coma, and she had gone into coma only she didn't know about and no one else realized either. How could they? Weren't they busy dealing with their own tragedies to stop and think about her, whose life had been turned upside down in a matter of what, 30 minutes!

Desperately, she held her head with her hands as if trying to stop her brain from thinking too fast, but one scene after another kept flashing in her mind. Him threatening, she relenting helplessly in the end, the mandir, the cruelly put sindoor, the hastily tied mangalsutra, everyone angrily reproaching her, blaming her, questioning her and then the final blow after which she had lost all capacity to think or talk, her family shunning her not even once giving her a even a centimeter's space for doubt!

"Nooo," she groaned in agony and started to cry bitterly, "I never wanted this, this is not me," she stood up to stand in front of the mirror to look into the eyes of a complete stranger, all decked up and looking exquisitely beautiful, but those eyes, they were not hers. "Have they always been so lifeless?" she wondered in a haze. With a snap she turned around and looked around her as if taking stock of where she was.

"What had he said? She had got what she wanted! A rich man!" she thought anger reeling inside her. "Who does he think he is? God? He can do whatever he wants to and not offer a single word by way of explanation!" she thought almost wild with anger. The lava built up inside her ready to blow any minute, every fibre of her body was on fire, she wanted to erase the last 24 hours from her life, no! The last 6 months in which she had ever come face to face with him!

She tore off the dupatta from her head followed by every bit of jewellery she had on her and sat on the bed holding her head in her head, rocking back and forth in utter and complete rage. "Damn you Raizada!" she thought clenching her hands tight, "Write your own destiny, leave others on their own Damn YOU!" she shouted silently . And then she heard his footsteps, arrogant and uncaring like him, she felt bile rising inside her.

With a jerk she stood up and turned around to look at him furiously, breathing hard, "Why? Just tell me why? If you are man enough," she challenged him. "You arrogant ''..," she couldn't bring any bad word to her mouth, not because she cared for him but she had never used any before. She went towards him to hold him by his collar and demanded, "Why?"

"Why? Don't act so innocent Khushi!" he spat out the words laced with loathe, "you had planned it so well with your lover, Shayam Jha," he said chewing on each word, "how easily you asked him to leave my Di for you! And standing in this very house!" he shook her violently and pushed her away from him.

Time stood still for her as she stared at him disbelief written all over her face, and she imploded. She lost all her energy and sank down to the floor but her stare on his face didn't waver. She lost all her strength to speak, "a misunderstanding! Her life had been had been twisted and skewed over a misunderstanding!" she thought going crazy. She wanted to ask him why he hadn't confronted her before exacting his revenge, but she couldn't say a single word.

"Yes, I know about your scheming ways," he continued in his egotistical ignorance.

"No, you don't!" she tried to shout, "No, you don't'" she kept repeating.

She got up, turned around to go into the washroom and appeared minutes later in her salwar qameez that she had worn earlier. He was sitting on the lounger; she stood in front of him, all traces of tears washed away, "I can't suffer for your proud, misplaced and totally wide of the mark egotism. I am going," she declared, turned around and left.

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Originally posted by: asumi

👏 ahh fab!!! if only she was like this in the show!! lol ... superb OS

excellent! this is what one longs to see, especially after today's horrendous episode!

Kya Pata Kahan hum Chale - Part 2

Khushi sat in the guest room looking out of the window as dawn came up breaking through the darkness. She wished for a sun to rise on the darkness that had enveloped her life in a matter of hours. Not wanting to wait anymore, lest someone woke up she slipped out into a new world for now her life had changed completely. Until yesterday, she had babuji, maaji, buaji and jiji, and today none of these relations existed for her, with a snap they had broken. She didn't have much to carry with her, just a shoulder bag which had her everyday essentials she kept in it religiously and some money.

Arnav had stared at the door from where she had just left for some time and had gone to bed not giving her another thought. Haughtiness assured him that she was merely bluffing, playing the victim vying for his attention. That she will actually leave, the thought never crossed his mind, had it crossed, he would have merely scoffed at it. In the Morning he woke up early as usual, stretched and looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings to realize that last night was supposedly his Suhag Raat. He smirked with contempt at the thought and got up. He looked around the room for Khushi for the drama had to be acted out with accuracy. "Where the hell is she?" he wondered looking out through the window to check the poolside, "Khushi! Dammit, where is she?" he thought when he didn't find her in the bathroom either.

Living in Delhi was no longer possible for her; it suffocated her and Luknow she couldn't go back to, for she didn't want to come across anyone who knew her. She was standing on a bus station staring up at the tariff list for different destinations. She wanted to go as far away as possible but the money she had didn't allow her to fulfill this wish either. She rolled her hand in a fist vowing childishly to make enough money so that she won't ever have to suffer like this. A lone tear escaped her eyes as she smiled ruefully at her own thought, sighing at her prospects. Somehow she was unable to bring back the cheerful positive thinking she had only two days ago. Her life had altered drastically, she thought staring at "Mumbai", one of the destinations on the board.

After checking each and every empty room Arnav finally realized that Khushi had in fact had gone away, walked out of his room, his life, the Raizada Mansion. "Why?" he asked himself, a small doubt appearing in his mind. He felt the way he had felt on the day he had made her stand in the rain, saving parking space for the clients. He had doubted himself on that day and today again he was beginning to doubt. "Was I too quick in my judgment of it all?" he thought, but was quick to shake it away. "But then why did she go away when she had got what she had wanted," he stubbornly held on to his thoughts. Grabbing the keys he went out to check her out in her home.

Khushi stepped out of the bus and looked around. Mumbai wasn't a lot different from Delhi, she had checked out the yellow pages and now clutched in her hands was the address of a Working Women's hostel. She didn't know what she was going to do, how will she pay for it, how will she get there but her faith in someone up there kept her going. Faith had faltered a day ago but she had managed to get it back; that was all she was left with. Stopping an auto she gave the address to the driver and waited for her destination to come.