Arhi FF:Never Gone, Never Far. link to thd 2 pg.1 - Page 65

Originally posted by: Lyraa99

@ aparna-- i was talking to her for like 30 mins or she would have updated by now... damn i shud have switched my fone off... may be we would have got a marathon update here

u two l make me crazy :p
see i m nt using word SCARE here;)
doo keep ur fone switch coz it l only help u:D


harshu updt chahiye
see lyraa she got new excuse now

harshu its page 94.. u said u'll update on 93 itself...💔

Seriously lyraa
u r stalking today?
Damn i cant as i hv class now:(
harshu socializing is allowed in spamming:D;)

Its getting interesting... I wonder how Khushi reacts after seeing Arnav, she might just keep staring him thinking as an illusion..😆 Or even scold him saying are you still here?😆

Originally posted by: Madafterarhi

I really really want an update this is plain toture u write so beautifully and then leave uS hanging:(

This is driving me crazy I might need Aditya soon as I'm hallucinate lay an update...lol

And I love his character... Plz give him an important role I wanna see how he deals with Khushi

Plz update!!!

Aww. . . .

I actually was ready with half an update! And I might have completed it and I'd have posted!! But my dad had to choose the same time to fight with me, and that put me off. . .

Will try my level best to update by tonight, sweetie. . . 😳

Originally posted by: Lyraa99

seee harshu... now m feeling guilty... kept u on the fone for good 30 minutes.. i guess we wud have got an update by now...

LOL. ..

Maybe you would have!!

We'll never know now, will we?? 😳 😆

This one is for my spammers, Lyraa and Appi!! And to MadAfterArhi too. . . . 😛

Part 5:

Havisham Dance Institute, London

It was the tenth year anniversary of the Havisham dance institute. A party had been arranged in the small park just opposite to the institute. It was a huge picnic of sorts. The park was dotted with huge umbrellas of different colors, which shaded a table each. Each table in turn could seat four persons and almost all of them were now filled up. Most of the people enjoyed the sunny day as they lounged on mats which were spread on the lush, green lawn. All students could bring their parents or friends. And Khushi had asked Lavanya and Aditya to accompany her. Lavanya had readily agreed and Aditya had shifted a few appointments and finally had come with her.

They all sat at the table, having a sumptuous meal when Nancy joined Khushi. Lavanya and Aditya were introduced to Nancy, whom she liked immediately as they were her favorite teacher's friends. As she was sitting down on a chair, Lavanya asked where Nancy's mother was. The child easily answered that she didn't have one. "Oh!! I'm so sorry. . ." Lavanya said in an awkward tone. It wasn't everyday that a four year old could make a grown up feel like she was a complete jack-ass.

"There's no need for you to be. . . I don't think she's dead. . . She's just not with me. . . ." Nancy said in a matter of fact voice. Lavanya felt so bad for the child. She had known what it felt like to not have your parents together. "Though I wish I at least could see her sometimes. . ." Nancy continued.

"What? So you're not angry at her at all?! That she left you?!!" Khushi asked. "Are you kidding me?!" Lavanya and Nancy both asked incredulously. "If my mother was to come to take me with her, I'd be the happiest!!" Nancy exclaimed, and Lavanya continued, "If my dad were to come back to me, Yes, I'd be angry. But I'd most definitely take him back!"

Aditya knew who Khushi was thinking about at the moment. "Wouldn't you do that, kid?" he asked Khushi. And Khushi immediately knew what Aditya was trying to ask her. She squared her shoulders as she answered, "If it were my parents, no doubt, I'd be taking them back. . . But as it happens, they're dead. . . So. . . ."

"So if anybody else left you and then decided to come back, you wouldn't take them??" Aditya asked. Khushi shook her head fervently, and Aditya asked, "Even if they loved you? Not even then?!"

"Well. . . They wouldn't leave me if they loved me in the first place. . ." Khushi explained. "Stuff happens sometimes. . . People who love you are human beings too. . . . Mistakes happen. . . If Lavanya and Nancy are ready to accept parents who left them, why can't you accept him?!" Aditya probed further. "It isn't the same!" Khushi muttered, looking into her glass of juice.

Aditya chuckled and Khushi looked at him to see if he was laughing at her. He looked into her eyes as he said, "It is love, Khushi. It is the same. . . ."

"It could never be the same, Aditya. . . Parents love would always exceed any form of love. A mother or a father would always have their child on this pedestal, and they'd never think their child could do anything even remotely closer to what you would consider a sin. But other people who claim to love you, could so foolishly choose to believe a lie. Even about the person you loved. . . I'd never want to see that person in the face! Ever again!" Khushi, who had started ranting, looking at Arnav, who sat at her foot, stopped as she felt him press his forehead to her thigh, murmuring an apology.

She remembered how even her amma had doubted her. 'Would it have been the same if my own amma was alive?!' Khushi couldn't help but wonder, and then she reprimanded herself for even doubting on Garima Gupta. She had always loved her like she loved her own daughter, Payal. The thought of Payal brought about one more wave of emptiness.

Payal. Her sister, her friend.

'Oh! How I miss her!' Khushi thought and suddenly stood up, "Excuse me!" she said as she pushed Arnav's head off her lap and walked away. Aditya had been watching Khushi with hawk eyes, trying to get any sort of proof for his theory that she was becoming more and more schizophrenic by the day. Her emotional outburst whilst she stared blankly at an empty space had confirmed his theory. She was quite obviously losing her mental stability.

What they all didn't know was that somebody else had listened to her emotional outburst too.

AR, New Delhi

Arnav's hands clenched into a tight ball, tendons standing out through his bronze skin, as he listened to the woman he loved more than his life. Of course she didn't want to see him ever again. What else could he have expected?! But hearing that from Khushi herself still hurt him a lot. As if the each breath that he took, seemed to burn his insides. Each word of hers cut him into tiny pieces.

He had received a call from the detective, whom Arnav had hired to find about Khushi. The detective had called him immediately after he had seen Khushi in the park. So, two weeks after she had left him, Arnav had finally got hold of her again.

But when the detective had made Arnav listen to his wife speak, he had no idea she'd speak about HIM. Above all, he had no idea she'd speak about not wanting to ever see him again. Each word of hers slashed him through and through, and he sat there helplessly as she punished him for his one mistake of not trusting her.

'Was she happy, at least?!' Arnav wondered. The last thing he cared about right now, was himself. After hating him to this extent, was she happy? It didn't seem like that. Her voice seemed just like his used to be. Cold and indifferent. Holding onto the past and the hurt had made him that way. And he knew she was doing the same right now.

But if she was actually happy, he'd let her be. He thought of his promise to Payal, and thought of giving all the information about Khushi to her, so that she could go and see Khushi. He knew Khushi loved her sister a lot. And he also knew she'd be missing her sister. So he decided to do that. But her words replayed in his mind. Over and over again. He needed some time alone before he went to Shantivan with a sane mind. He couldn't call it home anymore as the vital part of his life and "home" had left him. He walked to his car in a daze, and started driving. Aimlessly and endlessly. He drove for what seemed like ages before he stopped in front of the royal, wrought iron gates of Sheesh Mahal.

The guard who was half asleep inside his cabin, beside the gate rushed to open the gates, fearing his boss's wrath. As the gates opened, Arnav drove in, and stopped in front of the garage. Parking his car there, he got down, and walked towards the lawns. The same lawns where the ramp of his fashion show had been set up. The same ramp from which his Goddess had fallen into his arms, and his life. The same Goddess whom Arnav had punished for no mistake of hers. 'Or may be her mistake lay in entering his life.' Arnav thought, and laughed ironically.

He entered the palatial mansion, and made way to the room which used to be his mother's. He entered it, and looked around, tears starting to flow continuously, as he whispered brokenly, "I'm really sorry, Maa. I really am."

The bed seemed welcoming to him, as if it still had his mother's presence in it and it beckoned him to its warmth. He cuddled up in the middle and slipped into a disturbed sleep.

Havisham Dance Institute, London

"You see him everywhere, don't you??" Aditya asked calmly, as he stood behind a stiff-shouldered Khushi. Her stance stiffened a little more if that was possible, and she blushed and muttered, "I don't know what you're talking about!"

"I'm a psychic, Khushi. I know what I'm seeing here, trust me. . ." He said, desperately wanting to help. But he knew he had to take it slow, or else she might not give him an opportunity to help at all. Khushi sighed, as she turned to face him, "What if I do?!" Aditya smiled slightly as he questioned again, "Do you know why you're seeing him like that??"

"Because, he's a moron who would hate the sight of me in peace. He has to cause some kind of problems in my life!" Khushi exclaimed. "I don't think that's the reason you're seeing him like that." Aditya answered. Khushi was annoyed now, because it almost seemed as if Aditya was supporting Arnav! She gave a scathing look to him and asked, "Really?! Then enlighten me!"

"Look. . ." Aditya started to explain, putting his arm around Khushi's squared shoulders, "I don't know what may have happened in both of your lives. But whatever he did hurt you a lot. But it didn't matter to you that he hurt you so much. In fact it still doesn't matter to you. You're just very, very, very angry on him. And the fact that you haven't expressed your anger about him to anybody else doesn't help the matter, kid.You need to let go and. . . . and rave about how hurt or angry you are. . . It'll help. Really!!"

Khushi relaxed when she heard this from Aditya. She was about to object, but then thought about his words. Yes, she had been hurt when all this fiasco had occurred in her life. But right now, she was more angry than hurt. Angry on him, because he had made almost all the people in her life to doubt her. She looked into Aditya's eyes and asked, "Am I losing it, Bhaiyya?" She had called him what Lavanya used to call him. Bhaiyya, even without actually thinking about it. Aditya looked into her eyes filled with fear. He hugged her tight as his eyes filled up too. "Nothing's going to happen to you, Khushi. . . Your Bhaiyya won't let anything happen to you!" Aditya promised her.

He pulled back after sometime and said, "You go home and take rest now, kid. Okay? And remember, it helps if you let go and cry or blast at somebody. . . . You can always try it with me!!" Aditya laughed as he advised Khushi, who in turn gave a small smile before she started walking to her apartment.

As she entered her apartment, and locked the door, she turned to see the concerned face of Arnav.

Her Arnav.

Her. Imaginary. Arnav.

Whom she had learnt to ignore form the past few days.

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No I can't forget tomorrow
When I think of all my sorrow
When I had you there but then I let you go
And now it's only fair that I should let you know
What you should know

I can't live
If living is without you
I can't live
I can't give anymore
I can't live
If living is without you
I can't give
I can't give anymore

Well, I can't forget this evening or your face as you were leaving
But I guess that's just the way the story goes
You always smile, but in your eyes
Your sorrow shows
Yes, it shows

I can't live
If living is without you
I can't live
I can't give anymore
I can't live
If living is without you
I can't give
I can't give anymore

She saw Arnav cry too, as she yelled this at the top of her lungs and cried in agony, and soon felt Arnav's warm embrace around her. She cried. Finally. After two weeks of separation from her life, she cried herself to sleep, and slipped into a slumber, full of dreams of her Arnav, her life.

Precap: "I think its better you call her up. . . ." Aditya said, and Lavanya replied, "I won't simply tell her that Khushi is with us. . . Let me first know how ASR is taking all this. . ." Aditya nodded and watched Lavanya take her phone and dial a number. Lavanya's face lit up with a smile as she answered the person on the phone, "Hello, Di??"

Anjali smiled when she saw Lavanya was calling her. Soon they were catching up, and after a while, Lavanya asked in a soft voice, "How is ASR, Di?? And Khushi??"

Anjali Singh Raizada went silent for a whole minute, before she started crying and started narrating to Lavanya, what had happened after the former had left. . . . . . . . . . .

P.S: If there was any thought in your mind, that my work was worth your appreciation, please do let me know. . . . 😳 I even gave you a precap, see??!! 😉 😆

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