SS: I will Fix you! {Chapter14; PG. 114} - Page 46

Arnav and Khushi both arrived at home in the late afternoon. While Khushi insisted that both have lunch together Arnav passed the offer and hurried to his room.

He entered the door and locked it from behind. He immediately removed his shirt and took out the file and cassette. He then knelt down and pulled out his suitcase from under the bed. He pulled open the case and began to dig in. He moved all his clothes around and pulled out his a laptop case. He flipped open the laptop and then reached for his phone that rang.

"I got the file, no! No one suspected anything. I am flying back on the next flight."

The man on the phone however instructed him to lay low and drop the documents to their agent the following day.

"No, you get the file only after I get my money" shouted Arnav anxiously

Man on the phone: "You will get your money after you have finished all the work.

"I have been taping all the phones in the house, and have recorded the conversations you wanted" replied Arnav.

Man on the Phone: "Did the girl suspect anything"

"No," he replied immediately.

The man hung up the phone advising Arnav to wait for his next call.

After ending the call Arnav took a deep breath and settled on the floor.

He felt sick to his stomach. He ran into the bathroom. Arnav stood under the hot water letting it calm his nerves.

He ate lunch in the room and remained inside for the rest of the day.

In the early evening he sat in the balcony of his room, playing with his guitar. He wasn't paying attention to much just staring at the sky. The view was quite remarkable but that was the least of his concerns at the moment.

His mind was wrapped around Khushi. He was trying to hide from her but she was constantly coming closer to him. She was growing on him. She was reminding her of Muskaan, of his past. She was cutting him open and letting him bleed all over again. He felt anger and frustration build inside him. She was making him week and he could do nothing about it.

Arnav was suddenly pulled out of his thought by Khushi who walked up to him with two coffee mugs. She held one up to his face. He took the mug as she sat across from his on the chair.

"Play something" she requested.

"What?" he questioned

"Anything" she whispered softly.

Her innocent words seduced his mind. He grabbed the guitar and began to play a familiar tune. As he hit the chords he saw the concern grow on Khushi's face. She looked a bit uneasy; it was as if she was trying to remember where she had heard the song.

Arnav continued to play; He got up from his seat and turned his back towards Khushi. Suddenly Khushi got up and shouted

"STOP" she covered her ears.

Arnav immediately stopped and turned around to look at her. Distress clear on her face as if she remembered something horrible.

"How do you know that song?" she questioned impatiently

"I wrote it" He replied narrowing his eye.

"I know this song" replied Khushi.

"How is that possible I have never played this for anyone except''" he stopped midway again.

Khushi realized why he stopped. But this time she was not going to stop without finding out more. She didn't care about invading his personal space. She almost felt like it was her right to know. She felt connected to Aranv's world. She felt a part of him.

"Was she beautifully?" She questioned.

Arnav turned around surprised, "excuse me" he said confused.

"Did you love her a lot?" she continued with her questioned ignoring Aranv's confusion.

Aranv's face relaxed hearing the question.

"I don't know what you are talking about" he said trying to avoid the question.

"What was her name?" she questioned further.

"Oh there were many, Julie, Bipasha, Aishwariya, Smantha'" He said with his cheesy smile.

"Muskaan" said Khushi and his expressions immediately changed. His eyes widened.

"I don't know what you are talking about" he said once again avoiding the question.

"Stop avoiding the question Arnav." She charged forward as Arnav stood still, looking away from her. She held his face and turned it towards her softly with her hand.

"You are not what you show the world. You are not what you show to yourself. You think you are a Casanova a play boy. But the truth is you only love her" she said with moist eyes.

Arnav was beyond infuriated now. How did she know all this. In a matter of a month had this girl learned so much about him. He never told her anything but she read his mind picked up every word or detail he had ever left behind. She didn't miss a single thing he said or did.

Arnav Shrugged Khushi's hand off and began screaming on top of his lungs.

"STOP ACTING LIKE YOU KNOW ME. You know nothing, NOTHING about me."

Khushi was frightened and began stepping backwards as he continued forward.

"I don't love anyone. I am not worthy of love. I have warned you to stay away from me. Why are you making this so difficult for me" he continued to rampage and scare her further.

"Arnav'I" she tried to speak but to no avail. She began to choke on her tears.

"I am NOT YOUR ANGEL. Stay away from me Khushi. I have nothing to give you, nothing nut pain" he said trying to hold in his tears.

He stopped and turned away from her face full of tears. He walked over to the table and knocked it over in anger. Suddenly Khushi broke into loud sobs.

He turned around and caught a glimpse of her running inside the door.

He tightened his fist as guilt began to take over him. He felt, guilty, filthy and low.

Precap:

He walked over to her, pulling out the canvas from her hand. He placed it on the bed and took her fingers into his. He pulled her all the towards him, filling in any gap there was between them. He traced the contours of her face with his right hand while his left hand began to unzip her dress from behind. She closed her eyes in anticipation of what was to come next.