Okay people here goes my confession... when I started writing this OS, I was quite depressed about this mess, that the misunderstanding remained beneath everything, even when they did come together; and all my hurt was dumped onto this OS. But then these beautiful episodes started airing... and I'm pretty sure that I'm bipolar by now. Oh gosh, so much love for them, where do I keep it? Anyhow, I had already started on this thread so decided to continue. You may see these conflicted emotions reflected on this OS. But no worries, it'll turn out good at the end. I think. Enjoy. :)
OS: Take Me Home Tonight - Part II
Even though he hadn't seen her the whole day, Arnav instinctively knew where to find her. He seemed to have an inner Khushi tracker that could trace her anywhere in the world. He had become used to it now, but he had been quite surprised and even disturbed when he had first found out. It was hard to describe it. It was almost as if when he was looking for her, the wind would stop momentarily, and start flowing in a different direction, guiding him to her. The background noise would stop, and a strange force would be pulling him in her direction. He had tried to rationalize it, but had been forced to place this in the same pile were all the other Khushi-related abnormal phenomena rested.
He found her near the pond, sitting in the middle of a sea of red, like a pale water lily. She had evidently felt his presence as well, as she turned to face him. Her usually lively face was smeared with a thin layer of melancholy. Her silent eyes were asking for something, something he was no longer capable of giving. He took a few steps nonetheless, and when he reached near her, he surprised himself by sitting down next to her. He wasn't sure why. Maybe the invisible forces were at work once again.
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Khushi saw him walking toward her. He came closer than she would have thought. And suddenly sat down beside her as well, quite unmindfully. Khushi tried to read him. What was on his mind today? Any chances of a rare sunny day?
Khushi had been thinking about him the whole day actually. Seeing him after all this mental analysis... he felt a bit unreal. Like she was meeting a celebrity after having a crush on them for a long time. She looked at the man in front of her. Her supposed husband. Her accidental life partner. For a fraction of a second, long time ago, she had been ready to spend the rest of her life with him. And for a fraction of a heartbeat, not so long ago, she had been looking forward to it with all her heart. For a fraction of a breath, she had wanted to be the first one to greet him when he returned home, and the last person he saw before he fell asleep, fell asleep right next to her. And somehow, it was in fact for a lifetime it felt like... that she had wanted him... had loved him. Too many things had happened way too fast then. She hadn't had the time then to process everything that had happened, or even the courage to. She hadn't even been able to admit what she felt for him to herself, let alone anyone else. But the past few days she had been alone a lot. With not a lot of things on her mind. It was slowly becoming clear to her. She had been in love with him for quite a long time now. In fact she couldn't remember a time when she wasn't in love with him. The realization had shattered her mind at first. She was in love with a man who only bore hatred for her. But as much as she herself hated him back for all he had put her through, she had recently realized that it was close to impossible for her to completely stay away from him. The feeling was overwhelming. Unrequited love? Khushi really hadn't thought that would ever be a problem for her. Not that she was the most attractive thing in miles... But... well... she had thought when she would fall in love, everything would fall into place, and everything would be just right. Not too sweet, not too salty. Not too soft, and not too tough either. The birds would follow them around while singing sweet tunes, and the skies would open up to make way for them. The stars would spend their nights sighing at their love, and even the busy oceans would make time to write poems describing it. That was her idea of love. This was not what she had imagined. This love of hers was too sweet, and too bitter. Velvety smooth, and adorned with thorns. Framed with hope, and laced with tears. What was this feeling that she could not describe? What was this love that she could not name? And who was this man that she with all her efforts could not figure out? Who would not break, would not give in, despite all that happened between them? Does he remember nothing? Does he feel nothing? Usse kya uski aankhon mein pyaar kabhi bhi nazaar nahin aaya? Usse kya uski yaad kabhi bhi nahin aata? Uski toh saara din beet jaate hai sirf ek baar mil ne ki khyaal mein. Uski toh aankh bhar aate hai usse bichharne ki soch se. Toh kyun uska dil nahin tadapta? Toh kyun usko farak nahin parta? Toh kyun usko kuch bhi nazaar nahin aata? Yeh kis ki saath taqdeer ki dhaage jur gaye? Ab woh kya kare?
(Did he never notice the love in her eyes? Do thoughts of her never cross his mind? Her days are spent on his thoughts, her heart cries at the thought of their separation. Then why doesn't his? Why doesn't he care even a little bit? Why doesn't he notice a single thing? Who did her fate entwine with? What was she supposed to do now?)
But she needed him now, she needed her husband. Marriage had truly seemed like a completely different thing to Khushi, not so long ago. Colour and happiness, romance and ek dooje ki aankhon mein kho jaana... she had thought along those lines. Well her marriage didn't give her that opportunity to begin with. But now... she was also starting to see something beyond that. Something beyond the rainbows and unicorns. Something beyond his indifference and all the formalities. He had somehow become her home, and it was him she turned to in her time of need, even after everything that had happened. She hesitated to even start a conversation with him, but when it came down to things that mattered, she would only go back to him, only trust him, she realized. Where was all this coming from? When did this happen? And despite their estrangement, she knew in her bones that he would never truly let her down, that he would keep her safe. She felt safe with him, which was ironic because half the time they were together, he was threatening her one way or another. Somehow, against his wishes... or even hers, he had become her safe place, become the closest thing to a friend. The Universe truly must have been on a farcical mood when it had intertwined her fate with his, thought Khushi. Or else who would have thought that one day she would be thinking about Arnav Singh Raizada in this manner? For better or for worse, she was in it now. In it with him. He had gotten under her skin... gotten under her skin without any warning... and now life was incomplete without him. She needed him now, needed her husband. The husband that he had never tried to become. The life companion that he had long been. Now, she needed to share her life with him, because it was becoming just a bit too difficult for her to carry on just by herself. She was not proud of it. But she needed some support, needed someone to hold on to, and someone to keep her grounded... and somehow, after living so many years on this planet, after building and cherishing so many relationships... there was no one else.
Khushi shifted slightly to move closer to him. Then she rested her head on his shoulder as she embraced his right arm with both of her arms and closed her eyes.
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