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The golf club was positioned behind the round white ball for the long distance shot. Arnav Singh Raizada brought the club back in the air, then swung it forward hitting the golf ball with tightly controlled force, letting the white blur fly over the green grass towards the flagstick.
He then turned around without even looking where it landed, handed his club over to the caddy and slipped his sunglasses on as he walked off the course towards his SUV mid-game. No one dared to stop him.
The ball went close, landing in the hole, spinning around its edges..
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He strode into his bedroom shortly after, his black Nike trainers making muted sounds on the soft carpet, as opposed to the hammering in his heart and the pounding in his mind that increased with each step. Arnav's hands made their way to the hem of his striped green and black polo t-shirt and, for a brief suspended moment, the sight of curtains flowing heavily against the wind sneaked underneath his shell, reminding him of the carefree life he neverhad..
Tugging his t-shirt off his lean abs, he flung it on the couch and impatiently kicked off his designer shoes. His trousers rode low on his smooth waist as he bent to take out a towel from his wardrobe before he straightened, slamming the door shut with a bang.
He then headed to the bathroom for a long, hot shower. Shedding the rest of his clothes, he climbed into the stall, and his coiled feelings held him still for an instant..
Tujhe bhula diya ho
sapnon ki duniya mein rehna hi acha hai
Tujhe bhula diya ho
Arnav Singh Raizada turned on the faucet and lifted his face to the stinging spray,
Tujhe bhula diya ho
closing his eyes tightly as the water cascaded over him, the sound roaring in his ears.
Phir kyun teri yaadon ne..
kyunki asli duniya mein sirf dil tuth te hai
Mujhe rula diya
He turned swiftly and braced his sinewy arms against the terracotta slates on the wall, breathing harshly, as the sharp spray hit his back then viciously flowed down the length of his body, weaving around his calves before meeting the floor and running off towards the shower gap.
With deft fingers, Arnav tucked his navy blue shirt inside his black trousers then swept his car keys off his side table, his pen falling unnoticed on the carpeted floor..
Teri yaadon
"Surely, you won't contest this divorce petition, Khushi?"
Mein likhe jo
"Your signature has turned our marriage into a farce, Mr Raizada!"
Lavz dete hai sunayi
"You're free to go today.. and in another 6 months you can rebuild your dreams properly.."
Arnav Singh Raizada deliberately stood a few feet away from the same temple steps, his eyes narrowed into slits, as he watched the groom gingerly place the mangalsutra around her neck then fill Khushi Kumari Gupta's forehead with the red colour.
All blood drained away from his face and, his hand over his chest, Arnav spun around dizzily, still visualising the soulful anguish written all over the bride's face as Khushi lifted her head up towards her groom.
He staggered to his SUV passenger door, pulled it open and sat down heavily on the seat, one leg hanging out of the open door. He then threw his head back against the headrest for precious seconds.
His breathing laboured, Arnav pulled at his diamond-studded cuff-link, pushing the sleeve up to his forearm, and grabbed his alcohol wipe as his vision blurred further.
He then raised his knee with difficulty and blindly reached into the chilled compartment of his SUV with his left hand and finally located the syringe, pulling the needle cap off.
He threw his right arm on the much-needed support of his raised knee and felt his arm cords draw taut with tension. Eyes half-closed, he considered pinching the skin with his forefinger and thumb but that felt like one action too many. His energy was slowly draining and he wouldn't be able to focus for much longer. More tension...meaning more pain..
Arnav Singh Raizada's bluish lips faintly twisted into a smirk.. His eternal love story with pain..
He made to insert the needle into his forearm, when his left arm was roughly pulled away and the syringe flew out of his hand.
What the-
Arnav found it hard to lift his heavy lids but he tried.
"I need that.." he whispered, his lungs burning with the effort of the words and his throat dry.
"You rich brat! At least find somewhere else to inject your glue!" The angry voice then faded away.
"No..Insulin... ..sweet..Need.."
Arnavji iss duniya ke sabse acche pati hai
He squeezed his eyes open and found her standing up there, in her green lehenga, her eyes closed tight, her pale lips pursed and her hands clutching her gold dupatta to her heart. She opened her eyes and her gaze meshed with his for a beautiful moment before she turned around abruptly. You'll fall!
Khushi!!!
Arnav Singh Raizada lurched to his feet
...and fell out of his SUV.
His voice started and ended before her name left his lips..
Kabhi kabhi hume dar lagta hai
Ki agar hum chand tare bhi maang le to vo bhi de denge..
This OS is written quarterly by me and more by Karisma đ. So most of the credit goes to her and this is her story line so praises for her imaginative mind! Let us know what you think of this, This was very hard for me to write as everyone who knows me, know that I love happy endings! But I love how it turned out and I hope all of you lot do too đ
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