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I am actually quite disappointed [and impressed] with the writers in the Forum. Its sad [and interesting] how people are tapping away at OS's and FF's that outline Arnav's betrayal of Khushi.
Im not alleging to whether something like that will happen in the show or not; but I trust My Arnav.
Lets wait and watch, shall we?
And while you wait and watch, here is another One Shot from my side.
Index: Thunderstorms and Drizzles
=|The Repetition of My Mistakes|=
A sort of numbness descended upon Arnav Singh Raizada's body as he absorbed his grandmother's words.
Woman who made your mother commit suicide...Khushi's aunt...will you still marry Khushi?
An array of discontinued and broken thoughts circulated his mind in a sudden flash. What was going on? Confusion rose up in the confines of his calculative brain, giving away to vulnerabilty as the situation dawned upon him.
This, could not be happening to him.
Not again. This was supposed to be his wedding day; the happiest day of his life. And it was turning out to be a rabid nightmare. What was going on? His damaged mind flung the question at him again and again, hoping; hopelessly for some sort of answer.
His grandmother's words clanged loudly in his mind and halted his very thought process. He saw the old woman exit his room and shut the door behind her. He failed to notice the embers of deciet and revenge glowing in those shrewd eyes.
A guttural scream tore from his throat and he clawed at his head in a desperate manner. No no no no. A continued chant of the monosyllable resonated in his mind, trying to quell the searing pain rising in his heart.
Ma...Khushi. Ma...Khushi.
What was he going to do?
How was he supposed to handle this situation? On one side was his mother, the woman who'd given birth to him. Who had been so callously snatched away from him.
On the other side, only a few steps away from him was the woman he'd come to love with every fiber of his being. The woman he had loved and lost once, and he would not do it again.
Red rimmed eyes snapped open upon that thought.
He had blamed Khushi before. He had destroyed her spirit completely, but that woman had come to love him. She had lost everything because of him, and he would be damned if she would be hurt again.
Nobody was going near his wife. Nobody, nobody was going to take his wife away from him.
His mother would never have wanted that. And anyway, how was it Khushi's fault that she was so intricately tied to his past?
No. His wife was a gem, and he had almost annihilated her to little pieces of grief. Arnav would never do that to her again.
Resolve set deep into his bones and his heart, he made his way threateningly down the stairs.
With one look at the stoic atmosphere surrounding the wedding arena, Arnav knew that the storm had struck. But as he walked towards the woman decked in her bridal finery, he made no move to answer any questions.
Other than hers.
She was crying. The kohl had smudged lightly from the tears she had shed in the past few minutes, and her hands were trembling. She shook her head at him repeatedly, muttering incoherent words he could not hope to understand.
Arnav did what he knew was right.
Training his eyes on his wife, he clasped her small hand within his and walked towards the Mandap. He heard people gasping and shouting behind him, but he did not care. His eyes were solely for the woman who was now ahead of him.
She understood.
A few tears seeped from those pained hazel eyes, and then miraculously; she smiled. Those lips lifted and offered him a twinge of solace as she walked in front of him.
Seven rounds of the holy fire. Seven promises.
Seven lifetimes to make it up to the woman beside him.
Seven lifetimes had been granted to him, to love the woman who was once again his wife.
Forever.
Happy? I am. 😊
This is urgent. Anyone who can translate from English to [proper] Bengali; can you please PM me?
Thank you 😊
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