||ARHI|| OS: My Belle Dame

My Belle Dame

THIS OS is dedicated for my goddess, you know who you are!

*Belle Dame is French for: Beautiful Lady.

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Arnav sat down on his couch, thinking.
His belle dame had gone to get more groceries .


He didn't see the belle dame but he had heard her as if the music of her anklet was chiming right next to him, only for his ears.

'Chan,chan,chan...' it sang melodically.

His mouth curled into a soft smile.



"Arnav, hear me dance!"

He turned towards the sound of her musical voice.

Cocking his ear towards her, he listened to the small feet gently thudding on the marble floor.

"Do you hear me Arnav?" she questioned in a sing songy voice.

"Of course I do...I hear how your hair is flying around you."

He stepped up towards her and lifted his hand slowly.
Placing it in her loose, messy hair he ran his hands through it and laughed out loud.

He heard her giggle and he continued, "I hear how these lips laugh every time you twirl."

Slowly, he moved his hands downwards, innocently tracing her small lips.

She let out a small gasp, a small blush slowly creeping upon her cheeks.

Then, leaning in closer he whispered softly into her ear, "I also hear all the weight you've gained, Khushi.'

Khushi's jaw dropped while she looked at Arnav run away.
"Arnav Singh Raizada, this weight isn't going to stop me from catching you. I'm still skinnier and faster than you!"

He turned around and blew a kiss in her direction and yelled, "Well then Khushi darling, catch me already!"



He didn't see the belle dame but he had smelt her as if the sugary scent of the fresh jalebi's was purposely teasing his Roman nose.

'So sweet...just like her..." he whispered.

He inhaled deeply, treasuring the pleasant fragrance.



"He's so mean."
Her hands furiously whirled over the pot.

"If only I could have thrown my chappal at him."
A dreamy expression crossed her face.

"But that's not the problem, Khushi Kumari Gupta."
She stopped for a moment before angrily squeezing the batter tube.

"The problem is, Arnav Singh Raizada, you're so cute, I can't even stay mad at you." she wailed at the yellow sweets.

"Ahem!"

Khushi jumped around and turned to see the very man she had been talking about, a wide smirk on his face.

"So...you think I'm cute?"

"W-why are you listening to s-something thats...thats none of your business?" she stuttered, her tongue twisted by his casual shirt, that stretched across his godlike muscles.

"My name is my business Khushi."

"Your, y-your name? Huh?"

Arnav laughed.

"My best friend, listen up and hear the truth." Arnav chuckled.

Khushi pouted and picked up a hot jalebi.
"And what is the truth?"

"The problem Khushi is not me but you-"

"Me!? What did-"

He placed a finger in her lips.

"Shhh, let me finish. The problem is Khushi Kumari Gupta, you are too cute for your own good."

Satisfied with the small gasp he heard, Arnav took the sticky jalebi from her shocked hand and walked away, happily munching.

"He is definitely cuter." Khushi muttered, before picking up another jalebi.



He didn't see the belle dame but he had felt her as if the soft skin of satin was lightly brushing his skin this very moment.
He shivered slightly, memories of her tender hands and gentle lips floating through his mind.



"Why do I have to do this?" asked Khushi, her tone tinged with jealousy.

"Because you're my bestest friend. Now remember this letter is for someone VERY SPECIAL in my life. I need the grammar to be perfect so proofread it before I mail it will you?"

"Fine." Grabbing the letter she walked to the couch and sat down.

'Dear Khushi,'

"For me, it's for me, the special person!" she whispered.

'Dear Khushi,

I suck at writing romantic letters. But I wanted to, no!, I needed to write this for you. Why?
Because, my sugar, I love you.'

"I love you...I love you..." the words repeated in Khushi's mind her heart galloping like a horse.

'Ever since we met in middle school, you were the only one who did not make me feel different. I remember you shared with me that small candy while I shared with you my heart.

You treated me the same as everyone else, regardless of me being blind. (BTW I got Anjali to write this letter for me so thank her will you! :P)

My belle dame...my beautiful lady... you make my heart pound faster. You make my smile grow wider. Khushi, you are my happiness, you funny chick.


My belle dame, I love you.


-Blindly In Love with You, Arnav

(Note from Anjali whose hand hurts from writing this so many times: He loves you a million! Don't let go of him... He might be blind, but he sees your beauty in a way no one else can. Hearing you, touching you...he's fallen in love with you Khushi, for who you are. ;D)

Wiping the tears from her eyes, Khushi got up and turned to the man who had changed her life. The man who had done everything in his power to make sure that she always lived up to her name, that she was always 'khush'.

"You're jokes get cornier by the second you know..." she sniffed. "BLINDLY in love?"

"Here I am confessing my love and I get a beating for being funny."
He smirked her favorite lopsided smirk.

She ran into his arms, hugging him tightly, molding her body into his.
"I love you more though."

Pulling her closer, he leaned in down, finding her lips.
Not letting her breath, he kissed her with all the passion he could muster.
"I can't see your face, belle dame, but I love you anyways."

"Don't worry you don't need to see my face, it's not that pretty anyways."

"Stop lying!"

"I love you!"

"I love you too!"

"You're so cute." he chuckled.



He didn't see her at all and yet, he saw the belle dame as clear as crystal water.

THE END

or is it???

SURPRISE!!!

SINCE OBAMA WON PRESIDENT ELECTIONS FOR 2012

HERE IS A MINI-EPILOGUE

BAHAHAHAHAHAH I LOVE YOU OBAMA!

GO DEMOCRATS!:

"Arnav you have to remember to blink you know!"

"I can't help myself, I'm still getting used to your beauty, my belle dame."

"It's been 3 years since you've gotten that eye-surgery. Get over it!"

"Get over you?" he laughed. "Get over you! Lady, let me show you how much I want to get 'OVER YOU'."

"Arnav!"

"Yes, belle dame?"

"Shut up!"

"Khushi!"

"Yes, Mr. God?"

He sweetly kissed her before whispering, "I love you more."

AND NOW READERS WHAT HAPPENS NEXT IS AHEM AHEM, not meant for your eyes.