ArshiFF:our love that will never die,p16pg70MATURE

It had been two years since khushi and Arnav had come out of their "contractual marriage". Khushi had left on the very last day that the contract had ended. Neither of them wanted to go apart from each other but being stubborn as they both were they never actually confessed their real love to each other. They both thought it was for the best if they ended up not being together and if they were meant to be then surely fate and destiny will bring them closer again'

Khushi now lived in the UK with her "husband" Sameer and "daughter" Prima. Prima was now two months old, she had moved here because that is where Sameer lived alone with his family back in India. He came from a traditional background just like Khushi had. His family and the Gupta's knew each other quite well and they jelled together well too. After finding out khushi's marriage had been a fake the Gupta's decided to forcefully get her married again to Sameer, not wanting to hurt her family any further she reluctantly agreed.

Khushi had studied a bit of English while living in the UK. She had got a job of teaching Hindi language and the traditions back from India at a primary school.

Not one day had passed had khushi not have forgotten or thought about Arnav. Her heart still bled for him she knew no one in the world could ever take his place not even Sameer, she will always have that space in her heart for him. Whatever little memories she had with Arnav she could never have the same memories being with Sameer for a lifetime.

Arnav on the other hand did not ever give up on finding khushi. He searched pretty much the whole of India. He even had the guts to ask khushi's family about her whereabouts but as surprisingly as he took it, they never told him where she was instead they gave a whole lecture that khushi had been hurt enough and that she didn't need anymore of his torture. One thing they never told him was that khushi was living in the UK with another man and a two month year old baby.

Arnav still searched for her, desperate to find her. He thought about her everyday, his heartbeats still increased rapidly fast every time he thought of her.

He had a important meeting over in the UK, so he flew here to the UK not knowing how his life would now change forever'

Once spending a few days in the UK, and after his meetings had finished and he finalized some deals he came to the caf waiting for one of his friends who had lived here and he was sitting down in the caf waiting for him with his back facing the door when suddenly a gush of wind had blown past his face he then heard the soft voice of his angel "Can I have a table for three please".

It was khushi, yes khushi she was in the same caf as Arnav but had she known he was there two. Arnav turned around begging it to be her and not his imagination. When he turned he saw her disappear into thin air. He got up when he heard the waiter say "sit here ma'am il be back when you want to order" once the waiter left arnav followed where he heard the voice coming from and then he saw her, what he had been desperate to see, hear and touch in the last two years. He saw his khushi, HIS KHUSHI.

She still looked the same, her smile, her hair the spark in her eyes was still there too. Arnav was gobsmacked he couldn't believe he was seeing her after so long he was about to approach her when he saw a man with a baby walk up to her and sit beside her.

"who's that Arnav wondered". And then he got the answer for his question after what he heard coming out from khushi's mouth.

Khushi: oh sameerji you're here how was prima? Was she behaving well? She laughed, the laugh bought warmth back into Arnav's empty heart.

She reached out her arms and cuddled her "you been a good girl for pappa?"

Arnav almost fell back after what he had heard, "Wait,WHAT? WHO IS HE? AND THAT BABY? NO THAT CANT BE, SHE WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING" arnav was fuming with anger mixed with hurtful emotion. He just fixed his gaze on khushi was carrying the baby all cuddled up in her soft delicate arms'

To be continued IF i get over 4 pages of comments sorry for being harsh but whats the point of writing something people dont enjoy? so remember to comment whether its bad or good😃