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Chapter 2
Narrator's Point of View
The gloomy wet weather didn't bother Khushi Kumari Gupta one bit. She liked the rain; the drops rolling down the window and the church bells ringing in the background. But today she hated the rain to an extent.
"Dammit!" Arnav had yelled; punching his steering wheel angrily. The rain had once again caused a great problem to the country as floods had overtook the roads in the wet month of July.
Khushi glanced up hesitantly at the angry personality that sat beside her. He was a handsome man with a short temper but yet he always gave the vibe of love and devotion. Khushi didn't know if such thing was even possible but she knew there was more to Arnav Singh Raizada than it met the eye. And she wasn't bothered. Not one bit.
She had only wanted to go home but this man had persistently decided to drive her home despite the zillion amount of times she had declined. Somehow, this man always got what he wanted which made her even more angrier.
"Sir." she said finally breaking him out of his trail of thoughts. She wondered what he must be thinking and if his thoughts held any impurities towards her. She inwardly shuddered.
"What is it now? Are you hungry? Need the toilet or do you simply want to annoy the f*** out of me!?" he growled facing her, his eyes swirling with anger.
Khushi had had enough. "I. WANT. TO. GO. HOME." she enunciated making sure he felt inferior. "But I obviously can't because of a damn, stubborn fool like you!"
She threw the car door open and made sure to slam hard to express her feelings. If this man could be angry then so could she and she would do what she wanted. Screw him, screw the anger management, screw his rotten job...
But the next moment she was scared shitless as angry brown eyes glared at her inches away from her porcelain white face. Her breath cut short when she felt her back harshly pressed again the car and harsh manly hands gripping her arms. It was in that moment she realised what a big mistake she had made. A repeat mistake of what she made in her childhood...
"Stop! Stop!" anguished cries escaped her and she tried to wiggle away from him. No more, she thought. No more!
He had watched her transform into another being. A troubled girl who had a dark past because of him. It was disgusting and heartless. And he hated himself...
"Khushi...I-"
"NO!" She had resisted his touch heavily and had successfully pushed him away. Then she ran. With all her fibre being, she ran and swore to never return or look back at a man who had awakened her troubled soul.
But he on the other hand swore - swore to get his Khushi back. His defiant and angry Khushi who had been swallowed by the hate of himself. He swore to himself and her that he would awaken her dead soul.
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Khushi was knelt before her God with her hands folded when he decided to make an appearance. Her eyes were closed in prayer and it would've seemed extremely weird to everyone else because he was staring at her deeply.
He hadn't understood the pain, desperation and the affection he felt towards her. For 3 days, he hadn't gotten a single task done and had avoided all meetings, signatures and phone calls. He was just not in it. And to make matters worse, a man had rung up saying that Khushi was "unable to keep up" with the job. And that's when he decided to take matters in his own hands.
Finding her at a church was surprising to say the least for he had always remembered her with idols and pictures of god. He wondered if she had converted or was simply one of those who liked to try out different ways to worship God. A penny he would've given if it wasn't about her.
The church was without doubt a Catholic community. The windows and gold crosses gave off the vibe of a rich, extraordinary prayer place. Oh how he hated the arrogant businessmen. They would never take interest or bribe and it always ended up with him finalising the deal in the way they wanted. bas***ds.
Urgent footsteps echoed the silent church - almost running ones. He looked away from the church's decorations to the empty bench where Khushi had sat praying. Whisking around desperately, he searched for the source of footsteps finding a white dressed posture of a girl running away into the headquarters of the nuns.
"STOP! Khushi!" yelled Arnav sprinting after her. It was mere luck when he caught hold of her flaying arm pulling her to him. And then he shook her hard hoping to get sense in her doubtful mind.
"Stop it! Let me go!" she wailed tears rolling down her cheeks. "F-father..." she stammered shaking violently in his vice grip. But before she could leave again, he hugged her hard. She resisted for the entire time but he didn't care. She was in no state to feel or realise.
Then he heard his life-altering question. "Why won't you let me go?"
Note: Really crap update. I am writing this at late night therefore please excuse and report the mistakes. Much appreciated and try not to get to disappointed. Sorry... 🥱
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