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Ok I know this story wouldn't be much appreciated by the forum people, and I know nothing of this sort is going to happen in the show and sooner or later Sheetal would be established as a bitch. But this story is my take on this track, and also how I see life. Why is it important to be or to like one or the other? Well of what I have seen of life, it plays majorly in the grey shaded areas, wherein black and white both exist. A relatively new take on the 'other woman' after all every other person who is not Khushi is not necessarily bad or even evil😉
"So what did you tell them?" asked Rishab while sipping his coffee.
"I told them, Arnav is not the father of my child." Sheetal replied in a calm voice.
"And why would you do that, wasn't this Arnav-Aarav business the main reason for coming back to India?" Rishab's voice was tinged with apprehension. While Sheetal remained quiet, her memory trailing back to just about an hour ago.
The office was almost empty except for Arnav and Sheetal, and Sheetal was also almost done now so she approached her Boss's cabin to inform him that she was leaving. But as she neared his cabin, she could hear voices.
"Who is that? Probably Khushi." thought Sheetal to herself.
"How could you do this Arnavji? I love you more than my life, I love you even after all you did to me. I trusted you when no one else would and this is my reward? You betrayed me Arnavji." and this was followed by silent sobbing of a broken woman.
Sheetal decided to go inside, but as she pulled the door a little the sight stopped her in her tracks. Arnav was holding Khushi, it seemed as if the woman would fall if her husband didn't support her. He took her to the chair and settled her there and was now hovering over her. Arnav cupped Khushi's face tenderly and asked,
"What happened darling! Why are you so upset?" his voice was tinged with tension and nervousness, the state of knowing the answer and still not wanting to know it.
" Khushi, I have been noticing this since the last few weeks, you are not yourself anymore, you are not my pagal wife anymore. Please tell me darling, what is this about."
"How could you do this to me ..." but Khushi's complains were swallowed by Arnav as he took her in for a hungry kiss. Kissing her desperately, as if there was no tomorrow, as if letting go of her lips meant the death of his soul. And Sheetal saw this, not just the kiss, but what it meant for the two, how two souls were intertwined in such a way that separating them even slightly meant killing both.
Khushi broke the kiss first. Silent sobs still shaking her uncontrollably. Arnav saw her delicate figure, he noticed that she had thinned even more over the last few days. Of course he had noticed, she had not been eating well lately. She looked really weak, almost sick. Well he knew that she had been sleep deprived for sometime, he knew she had just pretended to be asleep by his side, he knew it because he had done the same. Her eyes looked hollow, shadowy rims surrounding the glittery depths. He wouldn't admit it ever, but even while others might have described her with adjectives like ghastly, to him she looked hauntingly beautiful, almost sublime.
The rest of this story has been removed for the reasons of plagerism. For the full note on it please check my Note in my index thread (pg-3)
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