Rules Of Attraction ( Updated Part 21)- Pg 139 - Page 81

wonderful portrayal of Arnav's furious passion, then... anger and disappointment upon her half and half rejection.. I'm so glad she atleast declared that.. I wish he didn't leave, but guess.. that was the suitable thing to do.. and Khushi.. poor baby.. her breakdown.. just heartbreaking..

can't wait for the next update and truth to be disclosed.. hoping Arnav is willing to listen !

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Car is parked, bags are packed, but what kind of heart doesn't look back
At the comfortable glow from the porch, the one I will still call yours?
All those words came undone and now I'm not the only one
Facing the ghosts that decide if the fire inside still burns.

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Arnav walked away from the main building and headed towards the guesthouse as fast as his feet would take him. He was scared. Scared after a long, long time. Afraid that he would falter, his legs would give away, and he would fall, yet again. And this time it would be deafening.

He barged into his room and let himself fall onto the pristine white sheets of the bed. He closed his eyes, running a hand over his face. Trying to control the desperate urge lurking in his heart, to go back to the roof and demand answers from her. She never loved him. All those words were probably just a formality. After all what could be the reason for not being with the person you love. He smiled to himself in self-loathing as it dawned on him that the world had yet again made a fool out of himself. She had broken so slowly, swiftly the walls he had so delicately built over the years. He had let them fall for her, and she had so ruthlessly left him stranded in the middle of a road, that not even been trodden on.

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He waited. Waited with bated breath for the tears to come. Waited, for the searing tears to fall from his eyes, that were scorching his eyes, his throat, his body. But they never came. He finally got up and headed towards the teak carved wardrobe. As if in a trance, eyes expressionless, his hands moved about in robotic strokes, as he shoved the clothes out of the shelves and into the duffel bag. A few minutes later he noticed the metal band on his index finger. He removed it in one swift stroke and threw it across the floor. As it clunked onto the floor, his eyes closed involuntarily, bringing Khushi's face to his view, almost immediately.

'I hate you Khushi. I hate you so much.'

Picking up the bag, giving one last look through the window from which he could see her room, he walked out of the room. Only to be stopped by an invisible force that held him back. And he knew exactly what it was. He turned and his eyes immediately found the metal ring, glistening in the darkness, with a silvery glow. His deft fingers picked up the ring and walking out of the room, he slid it back into his index finger.

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All I have, all I need, he's the air I would kill to breathe
Holds my love in his hands, still I'm searching for something
Out of breath, I am left hoping someday I'll breathe again
I'll breathe again.

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Khushi made her way back to the hostel in the wee hours of the morning. She went under the blankets and just sat on the bed, closing her eyes. It was a new day, a different day altogether. He wouldn't be there. Her eyes drifted towards the crumbling chocolate cake that still lay on the table, half-eaten. She walked towards it, stared at it long and hard, for a few minutes, wondering if this last memory of him could be preserved. But she knew very well, that it couldn't be. So she picked it up, went towards the small balcony adjoining their room and sat on the ground.

The stormy grey skies were a witness to the beautiful, young girl, stuffing her mouth with small pieces of cake, and tasting each grain, as if they held precious treasures. Khushi didn't want it to finish, ever. But she knew better than anyone that all good things would come to an end, sooner or later.

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Open up next to you and my secrets become your truth
And the distance between that was sheltering me comes in full view
Hang my head, break my heart built from all I have torn apart
And my burden to bear is a love I can't carry anymore.

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It was about four in the morning when Arnav Singh Raizada's black sedan was seen halting in of the many infamous roads of Delhi. It was very quiet, the morning. Other than a few grey pigeons looking for food, and the whistle of a distant train, pin-drop silence. Arnav's heavy footsteps guided him into one particularly, dingy, dark alley. If anyone had seen him then, a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand, disheveled hair, trying his best to take proper steps but faltering miserably. He was not a drunkard. But maybe alcohol and an unknown girl could satiate the pain raging through his heart.

After sometime, he found himself in a stingy room, which smelt only of alcohol and nicotine. He sat in one of the creaking wooden chairs, his eyes looking nowhere in particular, and his lips taking swigs from the glass bottle in his hand. A young girl, dressed skimpily in pink tried to get the attention of the man sitting in front of her, but failed every time. She came directly in front of him, and probably for a second it registered in his brain that there was a woman in front of him, clad in pink. Arnav's eyes closed of their own accord, as his mind surged with the stinging flashbacks of Khushi in the light pink kurta, sitting beside him, as they went towards his house. Arnav felt the girl's hand on his neck, and the recent memory of their kiss pierced his eyes, earning a few drops of hot tears to trickle down his face. Finally, he thought.

As if in a trance, he got up, pushing the girl aside and walked out of the door, as simply as he had entered it. Walking back towards his car, the fresh air hit his face. His eyes closed momentarily, it was as if he could feel her in the wind. Driving back home, he looked at the empty seat beside him, almost expecting Khushi to magically appear out of thin air. He waited but she didn't. Red lights came and went by, Arnav rested his head on the steering wheel for seconds, seeing her face, her eyes, her lips smiling down at him.

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It hurts to be here
I only wanted love from you
It hurts to be here
What am I gonna do?

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Khushi put on her tracks, the navy blue jacket Arnav had lent her a few days back, and sprinted off for a jog. She had to clear her head, get her thoughts straight. He was gone; she should have by then accepted that fact. But her treacherous heart wouldn't listen. When she went for the jog, a part of her mind, half expected her to collide into the hard chest, engulf herself again in his intoxicating scent and look up into those beautiful eyes. But nothing of that sort happened. After about an hour, she couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe he hadn't left, after all it was only six, too early. She ran off towards the guest house, as fast as her feet allowed her to.

Taking a look at the sleeping security guard, she entered the Guesthouse building and went towards his room, only to stop a few inches away from the door to his room. It was open. A green warning signal shot through her head, screaming for her to turn around and go back. Not take the painful image of his empty room. But her heart made her walk right into the room. The deafening silence of the room numbed her. The huge glass windows of his room were open, causing the wind to flow right in. As the white curtains played against each other, Khushi felt like it was only a few days back when he was standing right in front of these windows, bare-chested, smiling , teasing her . As she walked towards his wardrobe, sliding the doors open. Nothing, not a shred of clothing. She then carried her feet towards the pristine white sheets of his bed and let herself fall. Clenching the bed sheets closer, burying her face into the pillows, she tried to inhale his still lingering musk.

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Song Used Is Breathe Again.

-- Edited --

Ah! Sona, once again, I'm crying! It's sad dear.. Very much! Don't do this again.. Though I loved reading it!

Was just the previous update had a sensual kiss in it? And this update was their complete breakdown? That was a storm of emotions in there..

Most probably I started welling up when Arnav felt his walls of protection which he gradually built has been fallen for Kushi.. And when he threw his ring away, I shed my first tear drop! And with the cake scene, i had the normal flow out of my eyes!

"All good things have to come to an end, who else will know this other than Kushi" That was heart breaking you know!

Arnav drank? Absolute justice to his feelings right now!

I loved the backdrop explanation which you explained about the early morning! Really made me imagine! I felt breezy!

Thanks for the PM dear!