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Chapter 2 | Yaadein

Khushi recoiled from his fingers as they went towards her neck and snatched the piece of jewelry that lay hidden under her clothes. Arnav slowly brought the mangalsutra on her neck towards her eyes.

"I own you." He whispered through his teeth, his eyes glinting like that of a merciless predator.

With those words his finger tightened around the defenseless chain and pulled it fiercely off her neck. Khushi cried out loudly at his action, her hands flying up to her neck in an attempt to rescue the only thing she had left. The delicate black beads bounced and slipped through her grabbing fingers, the remaining beads crashing to the ground as Arnav closed his fist around the mangalsutra, standing.

"You won't need this anymore." He stated in a manner that was matter of fact like.

Khushi's upper body fell onto the thickly carpeted floor, as her body shook in silent sobs. Arnav turned away from her and faced the fire that continuously burned in the fireplace.

His eyes were emotionless as he spoke again. "It was meaningless then, it is meaningless now."

"Nahi!" She cried her voice breaking and muffled against the carpet. "Please!" She attempted again, without success.

Arnav looked down on the helpless woman that lay crying before his feet. Yet his face remained motionless, his eyes bleak, a perfect cloak over what he kept caged inside.

"Get Aakash." He motioned towards his servant.

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Aakash was brought down to Arnav's study by a servant. One step into the room, Aakash had a fair grasp of what had happened. Why the girl looked so thrashed, however, he couldn't figure out, although he was sure his brother was not the cause.

His steps were brisk and fast as he knelt before the shivering girl and brought her off the ground. His eyes widened slightly at the bloodied lip and threw his brother a questioning look which held much more than questions.

Aakash lifted the scarf that lay discarded on the ground and brought it towards Khushi, wrapping it around her trembling body, at the same time Arnav spoke.

"Take her up." He commanded.

Aakash threw a vary glance towards Khushi, yet paid heed to his brother's command and lifted the girl into his arms and proceeded out of the room.

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Once Aakash had left, Arnav slowly turned, his stance rigid, to face the two servants that stood in the corner of the room.

"How dare you?!" He thundered, his voice crashing and echoing on the walls of the room, as he closed in on the duo in the corner. They instantly exchanged nervous glances and fidgeted in place, the bigger of the two, slowly coming forward one step.

"Malik?" He questioned fractions before a fist met his nose with uncontainable force, knocking him back. The servant fell back clutching his nose, as blood pooled into his hand.

"When I told you to bring her, I did not give you the right nor permission to drag her here! How dare you treat someone like her with the respect you give your bloody unlucky wife?!" Arnav's fury was barely contained, and he enunciated each word through his teeth bending over the body of his terrified servant.

Arnav grabbed the hand of the insolent man before him and ripped the ring of his finger, and tossed it into the fire pit. "Leave." He uttered.

"Malik, please, it was a mistake! Forgive me Malik!" The flustered man cried.

"Are you not pleased with your life or do want me to take that as well?" Arnav turned, his eyes menacing. "Be grateful, I'm donating it as a gift. Get out." With that, Arnav stalked out of the room.

The servant rose slowly to his feet, his head hung low, and slowly exited the Sheesh Mahal. He would've rather been killed, for Arnav had taken his life the minute he had ripped the ring of and tossed it into the engulfing flames.

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Khushi scrambled off the bed Aakash had placed her on the minute he left the room. She heard the lock fall into place and sat helplessly before the window which only showcased the fury of the blizzard outside.

Her fingers met with her bare neck and she broke down once again. She had lost count of how many times in the past day she had cried.

Arnav Sing Raizada had taken away everything from her. Now he had ripped away the only thing she had left of him.

He had ripped off the only thing she had left of Nand Kishore.

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