ArHi FF: Kya pata kahaan hum Chale(Part 25last 112 - Page 23

aww poor him!! it was sad to read his plight! damn heart wrenching.

get them both out of this fast na! :P
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👏👏thanks...love it...aamzing...great emotional scene...👏👏

awesome update cant wait for next one

she still loves them amazing update continue soon

pooor arnavvv but i hope they come back

Too good. Eagerly waiting for part 12. Please update soon

pls cntinue soon...wanna read more!!!!

Some of it is serious some on the lighter side, Enjoy!
Part 12 - The Tray-ology

When it was time for breakfast Arnav was all keyed up and irritated, he was never pleasant when he didn't get what he wanted but while unwell he was worse. By the time a nurse walked in with the breakfast tray he had built up a king size royal temper. First, he simply refused firmly but when she insisted he yelled at her, forcing her to make a hasty exit.

Armaan who was on his way to Arnav's room saw the flustered nurse leaving it with a tray in her shaking hands. Quickly taking stock of the situation he easily inferred what must have happened. Taking the tray from her he went in to meet the cold stare from Arnav.

"Where the hell were you all this time?" Arnav demanded hotly.

"Ouch, a man has to have his sleep and break yaar, I went home for a small nap," Armaan had to explain himself, "here have some breakfast, you need it to get some energy!" he put the tray on the table and pushed it towards him.

"I am not going to eat anything until you call her and no, do not even try to reason with me. I am in a very unreasonable mood!" Arnav said with finality in his tone.

Rolling his eyes Armaan went out and went to the reception carrying the tray.

Khushi was startled when Armaan banged the tray on the table. She looked up at him questioningly, "I had breakfast…," she said slowly as if Armaan was a bit slow in comprehending.

"Very funny!" he scowled at her, "Your comedy timing is way off," he said sarcastically.

"I am talking about this tray that you have brought for me," she said lifting it up and shoving it in his hands.

"This tray…." Armaan said pushing it under her nose, " does it look like it is for you?" he asked, his anger and irritation building up. He was caught between these two, and as much as he wanted to he couldn't walk out of it, she had become a part of his life now.

"Then who is it for?" she asked chewing on each word.

"Dr. Armaan and Ms Khushi, kindly take your brawl somewhere else, this is the reception." Dr. Kirti had come up to stand next to them.

Glaring at each other they headed for the cafeteria and sat on a table.

"Can't you go to him with his breakfast? He needs to eat otherwise he'll have a relapse!" Armaan tried to reason with her.

"You don't understand Armaan, you have no idea what happened between us, I don't have the energy left in me to bear any more pain! So don't ask me to do it," she tried to end the argument.

"I am not undermining your feelings khushi, but I know you enough and last night also showed it that you still have some feelings for him.

"Yes, I have and not some but lots. However, it does not mean that I'll go back to him!" she continued to stick to her resolve.

Armaan sighed as if giving up, "At least for now while he is here as a patient," he tried one more time.

Khushi opened her mouth to say something when the tray reappeared between them. They both looked up to see Dr. Shashank looking down at them solemnly, "May I know what was this tray doing on the reception?" he asked in his characteristic dead serious note that never failed to stir up fear into the hearts of listeners.

Getting up hastily they both took hold of the tray at once.

"The patient in room 202 returned it refusing to eat," Armaan explained.

"But I am not going to take this tray to him," Khushi said getting a cold glance from Dr. Shashank clearly showing he thought she had gone coo coo.

"Whatever! Next time no trays on the reception!" he turned and left.

"Who is in 202?" Khushi asked angrily.

"Arnav Singh Raizada," came the flat reply accompanied by a glare.

Khushi took the tray and went out in search of sister Lovely whom she found busily chatting with Nurse Sinthya about a latest movie.

"Sister Lovely, please can you do me a favor, the patient in room 202 is not taking his breakfast, please take this tray to him and try to make him eat." Khushi almost pleaded her, for Lovely was known to sweet talk patients into doing things they had earlier refused to.

"haan ji why not! Let me take it," said Lovely taking the tray from her hands.

Khushi stood outside the room while Lovely went in.

"I said, I don't want to eat breakfast!" she heard Arnav shout out each word separately showing he was totally on edge, "Take this tray away from me out of my sight, do you understand?" he continued while Lovelyji could only stammer a few nothings that Khushi couldn't make out at all.

The door burst open and Lovely came out with eyes wide open and few beads of sweat trickling down her forehead, "Man, the guy's temper is as hot as he is himself! No one has ever looked as delectable in a patient's gown as he does!" Lovely was oscillating between relief from his anger and awe at his looks.

Khushi rolled her eyes at the apparent effect Arnav had on ladies, she took the tray from Lovely and asked her to go to the reception. Peeping in through the window she saw Arnav lying down with his arm across his eyes, looking tired and lonely. She remembered how everyone used to buzz around him at the RM if he even so much as sneezed and right now they didn't even know he was in this condition. Sighing she decided to help him just one more time. Not wanting him to take any wrong hints she deliberately put up an irked up expression on her face and marched in.

Without taking his arm off his eyes, Arnav said, "Get out and don't try again!"

Khushi put the tray on the table with a loud bang and stood with her arms folded.

Flinging his arm aside he said, "Didn't you hear…." His voice trailed off when he saw Khushi standing in front of him.

"Khushi….," he said in a whisper trying to get up but fell back as another black out hit him.

Khushi couldn't stop herself from moving forward to get hold of him, "Why are you doing this to yourself?" she asked with melancholy etched in her voice. She was not able to control herself on seeing him so tired and worn out.

"I don't know…," came the weary reply from him, "please be here with me, stay with me ……….forgive me..," he said the last bit after fixing an intent stare on her face.

All khushi could do was quickly shove the tray under his nose, "eat your breakfast Arnav or else I'll go!" she said deciding to use herself as the bait.

Arnav complied pretty quickly to the threat, to the amazement of khushi who knew he never took anyone's high handed attitude. Little did she know that Arnav was used to making things work his way. He knew that he will make this work for him even if it was as small as Khushi being there with him for breakfast.

He winced with pain as he lifted his right hand to eat, the cannula was inserted on it and his hand had swelled up. Khushi instinctively moved forward to put him at ease coming near him. For a moment their eyes were locked with each other's but his hand had hit the tray which was about to topple off on Arnav when Khushi quickly turned to hold it.

Taking the spoon she quietly fed him the porridge that had gone totally cold and bland after taking a round around the hospital. Arnav ate without any resistance, without making a face, he had Khushi in front of him, near him, he could see her. Finally the ordeal of months had come to an end. Not knowing where she was, how she was had been unbearable, everyday he had died a thousand deaths, that she was out there somewhere alone had ripped his heart in pieces making it impossible for him to function properly. He had spent hours pacing his room unable to sleep, lie down or even sit. And now she was in front of him, he sighed gratefully and leaned back with eyes closed.

"ahem," coughed Khushi to get his attention but he seemed to have gone to sleep so she lightly tapped on his shoulders.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her questioningly at which she thrust two tablets in his hand and waited for him to pop them in his mouth. With one hand under his chin she made him drink the water and turned around to leave when he held her hand to stop her.

"Khushi, please talk to me, just once, say something…," he pleaded.

"Let me go, I don't have anything to say to you," she pulled her hand and the tray fell on the floor with a clang.