Prologue- Mountains and Molehills
In human intercourse the tragedy begins, not when there is misunderstanding about words, but when silence is not understood.
Henry David Thoreau
Khushi...happiness that's all it meant...
She had never failed to live up to her name; her never dying spirit never failed her.
But, now was a different story'she felt lost, sound of all feelings, Dukhi that should have been her name she thought as she walked down the lonely road. Where should I go she thought to herself? She belonged to no one and none belonged to her, no one to call her own. As she walked aimlessly a thought dawned on her 'What is the purpose of this life if I die it will make difference to no one. Her pace now steadier and her eyes full of determination she walked'. unaware of whom else she was taking along!!!
As his flight landed restlessness took over him. He was unsure what was causing it, however. As Arnav drove speedily on the lonely roads of Delhi he thought back to all that had happened in the last month. How Shyam had been exposed, how Di had found out and was still unable to recover from the shock, however, what he remembered most were the moments he had spent with her. That one night that made him feel more alive than ever. However, Arnav was not able to forgive himself for all that happened, how he mistrusted her, how he was unable to protect her. Arnav felt that he had forced himself upon her; he never was good dealing with emotions. He would never be able to forgive himself for all that happened. He wanted to set her free but now he felt by taking away her most precious treasure had trapped her imprisoned her to a relationship she perhaps did not want. This was the reason he had left the very next morning without facing her'Now he had returned a month later and he was determined to face her and come clear.
Yet little did he know he was a bit too late'
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