OS: Shattered Pieces. Last part at page 3. - Page 2

Arnav = angst

Great OS, please continue...

Khushi was desperately trying to resist the urge to look back and have a last look at him, her Lard Governor. Whom she was totally in love with. Her heart told her to look, her mind told her not to, that he was not worth it. "He is worth it; I love him even if he doesn't love me." It was that moment when she realized that she was in love with him. She knew it before in her heart, but her mind was not willing to accept it. But now, she accepted it because without him, she was nothing.

Her pounding heart that only beat for him, wouldn't leave Khushi alone, and so she looked behind, for one last look. She was stunned when she saw him. Kneeling. Crying. "Haye Devi Maiya, why is he crying?

It was that moment when she realized, she wouldn't be able to live without him. She wouldn't be Khushi Kumari Gupta anymore, not truly. Because he was the one who understood her, comforted her, made her happy. Sure she still would smile without him, but that smile wouldn't be genuine like it used to be before.

He was the one for her, she lived in this world for him. But she knew he didn't love her. But she was confused because he was always there when she needed someone to lean on, instead of being the person who everyone leant on.

He was the one, who saved her from the collapsing outhouse, even though he was the one who send her there in the first place. He saved her from the approaching car, even though he was the one who send her out in the rain. He took care of her when she was ill in Nainital, even though he was the one who made her sleep in the dark in Nainital. He saved her from those goons, beating them up because they had hurt her. He nearly kissed her on Diwali night, strengthening the unfulfilled desires in her that she only felt for him. Desires to hold him, laugh with, annoy, and shout at. He comforted her when her father was ill. It was then, when she understood that although he would hurt her, he would be the one to make her happy, to forget her pain. He did all those things for her, she couldn't understand him. Does he love me, like I love him?

She jolted out of her thoughts when she remembered what she had seen. The sight she had never wanted to see. She ran up to him, the love of her life. She assumed her love would always be one-sided.

I cry because I know he doesn't feel the same way I do, I cry because I think of how pathetic I am and I cry because I think I'm going to be crying forever inside. My mind says falling for you is my biggest mistake but how can it be so wrong if it feels so right? If ever I made a mistake, it's not that I fell for you; it's thinking that someday you'll fall for me too. And she still did, she still thought that he would love her, someday.

"Arnavji, what wrong? Did something happen?"

Arnav was stunned when he heard her gentle voice, a voice that he had grown to love and adore. Here he was, ready to let her go so she could be happy. Knowing doing that, his own world would be shattered into zillions of pieces. And here she was, here, with him, again.

"Arnavji, tell me? I know you hate me but I love you, and I can't see you like this. Tell me please?" pleaded Khushi.

Arnav was stunned. She DID love him!

"You love me?"

"Haye Devi Maiya, did I say that out loud?!"

"Your Devi Maiya isn't there right now. And Khushi Kumari Gupta, when did I say I hate you?

He walked up to her, she walked back as usual, starting to regret what she just said. She didn't want another lecture of her status and all that. It hurt too much, to hear those words about her come out of his mouth.

"How can anyone ever hate you, Khushi Kumari Gupta," whispered Arnav.

"Huh." Khushi was confused with the sudden turn of events.

"Khushi, I can never hate you, you do know that?"

He then held out her arms and took the bangles from his hand. His mother's bangles. He put it on her gently, gazing into her eyes, for her reaction.

He could see confusion, admiration, love flashing in her expressive eyes.

"Now the bangles are at its rightful place."

"Arnavji, this isn't mine."

"Mom told me to give this to the person I love someday. And today, I found that person, mom was talking about. It's you Khushi Kumari Gupta, it always has been. I love you too. I love you for bringing happiness into my life. I love you for always challenging me. I love you for taking care of my family and me. I love you for who you are. I never expected to be in love. But here I am, I'm in love with you. And I can't breathe without you. I need you, to be with me, always. I'll be the person who you want me to be. Just promise me, you'll be with me, always and forever?

"Have you seen me joke before?" said Arnav sarcastically.

Khushi hesitated for a second before letting her guards down, and exposing her heart, that he had shattered that Diwali night.

"Well, you never have to change for me; I will always love you, Lard Governor! And I promise, I'll always be with you."

Arnav felt so happy, at that moment. His reason of breathing was with him and surprisingly, she loved him just as much as he loves her. He held her by the waist.

"Now we should finish off what we left incomplete on Diwali night, shouldn't we."

"Arnavji, I have to g'"