FF| A Legacy Of Love(Chap 2- Pg 7) - Page 3

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THE ESTRANGED HEARTS

Khushi Gupta touched the toes of her feet to the floor to keep the rocker in motion. Despite the heat from her fireplace, she felt chillness sweep through her. Lighting the place might have helped, but for now she preffered the shadows. The moonlight soothed her as it played with the floral patterns on her wall, bringing to mind those floral wallpapers in her sitting room of her house back in Delhi. She watched out of the window as the firelights turned the tepees of the town into inverted cones of glowing amber against slate sky.

She heard faint voices and laughter as a door slammed. A dog barked, the sound distant lonely from her small cottage. Everyone in Panchgani was retiring to their bed, as she should herself. Five O'clock would come early. She had no one in this foreign place. Let alone her cousin Payal, her husband Akash and their daughter Ragini. They were the one who had fed her and given her shelter. Payal would need me in the morning for preparing breakfast. She thought to herself. Even then…. Khushi lingered.

Saying farewell to a cherished friend and precious memories took time.

Sighing, she lowered her gaze to the local magazine she held in hand. The horrible rumours about Arnav Singh Raizada had been filtering in Panchgani but Khushi had refused to believe any of them. Now that she herself had read the story, she could not deny of them. Her childhood sweetheart, the one and only man she ever loved was now a murderer, a cold-blooded payed killer.

Leaning against the backrest of her rocker, Khushi gazed at the charcoal sketch of Arnav that hung above her mantel. She knew every line by-heart. She had drawn it herself. In the flickering limelight, his profile looked so lifelike that she had half-expected him to come out of the pick and smile at her. Funny that was, for she had little artistic talent. Arnav…. His name whispered in her mind like a caress. Every morning Khushi would wake up with the thought of removing the picture. But every now and then…. Her attempts were futile.

According to the newspaper she held in her hand, it read that the famous Arnav , who had just been released from an enquiry and as usual he was left free from guilt. The news also said that Mallik bhai (that's what people called him now) was a very closely acquainted one to the well known mafia Khalid. She threw the paper into the fire. The burning of the paper made a whoosh sound. Khushi got up from the rocker and picked up the portrait in an attempt to throw into the fire. Tears brimming in her eyes, unable to do what she wanted to, she silently hung the portrait back at the mantle.

She paced the room frantically and made her way to the bed. Her night-blindness had made it difficult but over these years, Khushi had trained herself to walk around the house which was sole abode of peace. Sleeping was entirely a different matter. People called her insomniac. She herself knew that she was one. The dark circles around her eyes served as the proof. His dreams haunted her. He haunted her. She carefully crept into her bed and pulled the blanket upto her chest and closed her eyes to get some sleep.

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He stood by the huge French window and stared at the picture of the busy city running in front of him. He was lost. In her thoughts. His memories of her were so clear. He could still feel her arms around him. He could still feel the warmth of her hug. But she was gone. She had left him. Her memories swept in front of him.

"Arnav!!!! Come with me this instance!! Please!!" she screamed as she put her arms around his neck from behind and pulled him.

"Khushi!!! Accha baba… wait… I'll inform Khalid and come,theek hai?"

Khushi made a puppy face and nodded her head.

"Khalid, Khalid!!!! Its always him for u na?? I hate u Arnav!Bye!!" he heard her coo from behind.

And before he could stop her, she was gone.

Arnav was brought back from his trance by a pat on his shoulder. He turned around only to find Shyam.

"Khalid Bhai, wants to see Mallik."

"Tell him that I am coming…." Arnav replied to Shyam.

Shyam nodded his head and walked upto the door and turned around.

"Mallik….. If Khushi had been alive, she would've definitely been proud of u…"

Arnav looked at Shyam blankly and then turned around to gaze at the stars. He knew Khushi would never be proud of him for what he was today. She would only despise him. But she was gone. Never to return. Or atleast he thought so. Over the years he had convinced himself that she was no more. Khalid had told him so. And he trysted him blindly. Why would Khalid lie to him. So when Khalid had told him that HIS Khushi was dead, he couldn't help but agree. It hurt him. For he had betrayed her. He had broken her trust.

A lone tear escaped his eyes. "Khushi…. I am so sorry!!! I should have trusted u…."

He said as he looked above at the stars.

LOTS OF LOVE...

YASH