SS:Tears of Love ::ArHi::PG113 *NEW ALTERNATE END* - Page 56

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How long have I been in this storm?
So overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form

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In another day of unfortunate calamities, Indian Fashion Mogul Arnav's Singh Raizada's personal helicopter has been recognized as the crash vehicle as of mere hours ago.

According to a press release from the Delhi State Police, Gautam Haider was at the controls of the Bell 206 helicopter late this evening when it crashed into a barren crop field roughly 10 miles south of the tycoons Lucknow offices, and a few meters east of a major highway. Initial reports suggest the pilot may have swerved the copter to crash land in the field in order to avoid a highway calamity, once the high winds in the area forced an emergency landing.

First responders have assimilated at the sight of the crash within moments however no statement has yet been provided from the AR offices.

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Water's getting harder to tread
With these waves crashing over my head

If I could just see you
everything will be alright
if I'd see you
the storminess will turn to light

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The following hours flew by in a tear-stricken haze.

It was as if for the entire flight that Lavanya had refused to accompany her on, citing work reasons, had been a trance.

Nothing made sense.

Nothing mattered.

She could no longer bear to listen to a single more report on Lucknow crash without screaming in frustration at the absolute lack of information the media was providing.

Without trembling through every second in fear of what couldn't be true.

Khushi Kumari Gupta prayed that day.

After almost a year of refusing to converse with the deity she'd once considered her closest friend, and then later disowned in a fit of delirious rage, she prayed.

Hands clasped forward, tears streaming down her cheeks in silvery rivulets, as every 'if' assailed her, she prayed for the one man she was willing to do anything for.

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And I will walk on water
and you will catch me if I fall
and I will get lost into your eyes
and everything will be alright

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In a way, Lavanya felt guilty about sending her there without the knowledge that one simple, irrevocable message had provided.

There was no turning back from now.

This limbo, she had been watched her friend struggling in had finally come to an end.

In the beginning, Lavanya had hoped that one day the two of them would realize how much they needed each other themselves, without disaster to steer them along.

Evidently she had been a mere optimistic bystander.

One who could not afford to leave with Khushi now, in light of the news that was about to break AR would have to be prepared to deal with public relations issues at every branch.

Someone was going to have to be practical.

After all not everyone was lucky enough to have the right to grieve.

It was the end of an era.

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Everything will be alright

I know you didn't
bring me out here to drown

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Aman Malhotra, had been workin for AR Industries for over ten years now. Ten years. And yet it felt like ancient history.

He had been preceded by an old woman who they used to call 'the dayan' down in the typing-pool.

Initially it was because the wrinkled old prune of a woman had had the constitution of an ox and a withering look that made grown men quake in their pants.

But later, odd as it may sound, it had become a term of endearment. Ms. Chowdhury had been, as it later turned out the thin layer of protection that had protected all the newbie's from ASR's wrath.

The first time he had been summoned to work directly for ASR, in her stand, Aman had been a mass of trembling nerves which, his six years of management education and subsequent 3 years of internships and training did nothing to alleviate. But as he soon discovered, ASR was fair as he was unapproachable, and in his own way he'd been generous to a fault.

Arnav Singh Raizada had not been every persons confidante, he hadn't even been the man they went to in a crisis, he had been the one that ensured there were none.

Until today, he amended signing off on the PR statement release.

Until he couldn't anymore.

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So why am I 10 feet under and upside down
barely surviving has become my purpose
cause I'm so used to living underneath the surface

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She was so terrified she was trembling.

One may think it was the chill that had fallen after the continuous downpour, but the true reason Khushi Kumari Gupta - Singh Raizada, had to make a concentrated effort to put one foot in front of the other,was because for the past few hours, her blood had not only run cold, it had frozen outright.

Not having bothered to spend a second more than what was absolutely necessary, she stood here in the same salwar suit she had been wearing last night, when her charge had fallen asleep on her settee, when Khushi she had followed suit, and even later when she herself had tuned into the Delhi News Channel's out of pure habit only to have her world come crashing down around her.

It was as if the bleating rain was beating its own path to the Private Hospital's clear doors, Khushi, stepped inside, her own gaunt face staring back at her. And for the millionth time she regretted, her stubbornness which had kept her from refilling the smudged sindoor from ten months ago.

And once more in the space of mere hours Khushi closed her eyes, to everything around her, the jostled patients, the scurrying nurses, the soft gust of wind sending yet another chill down her spine. She closed her eyes to the world - and prayed.

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If I could just see you
everything will be alright
if I see you
the storminess will turn to light

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"Ma'am? Ma'am?" it was a full minute before Khushi actually realized that she had somehow made her way to the front desk of the daunting white halls of the Hospital Lavanya had informed her he would at.

Swallowing dryly before she was able to force the words from her mouth, Khushi dug her nails into her palms with fierce determination , "Raizada.Singh Raizada"

"You're relation to the patient?" asked the distracted nurse, her pale green uniform offsetting the dark circles under her eyes, as if an omen of what was to come.

"Ma'am?" she repeated impatiently.

In that one moment Khushi felt her entire life flash before her eyes since the last time she had been here at Lucknow.

The lights.

The camera's.

Him.

"...Wife...I'm his wife." She whispered, only to feel a rush of air blast through the doors behind her, the till then receding sounds blasting back into her reality, when a low husky murmur mixed with the cacophony of sounds.

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And I will walk on water
and you will catch me if I fall
and I will get lost into your eyes
and everything will be alright

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"Khushi?"

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And I will walk on water
you will catch me if I fall
and I will get lost into your eyes
and everything will be alright
I know everything is alright
everything's alright

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::Author's Note::

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