IPKKND FF:The Final Decision (Ch.8, p.37) UPD:8/21 - Page 4

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oops.. hope NK reaches Khushi before she leaves...

Like the story so far. Pls continue soon.

Oh I am amazed at how differently you are thinking about how the story could have been post the hate marriage. You have great imagination and an excellent writing skill.

This chapter might be kind of hard to understand, in terms of who "he" is. As a heads up, read carefully and keep in context the plot of the first chapter and it shouldn't be too hard to figure it out. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

The clean, tranquil room was in stark contrast to the chaos of the recent hours. He had finally found her, after what seemed like an eternity of searching. At the sight of her broken body at the bottom of the ravine, his heart had stopped beating. There had only been one coherent thought running through his mind: get to her. He had scrambled down the steep slope, suffering numerous scrapes and scratches in his haste. He reached her oddly motionless figure and tried to revive her, in his own clumsy way. Physical pressure had not worked, and verbal pleas had been even more useless. He had given up then and sufficed himself with fervent prayer, until the wail of the siren could be heard in the distance and the dancing shadows cast by red and blue lights touched their own still ones.

He had gently picked her up, cradling her small frame to his chest. There had been many words, but he had not understood them. Or maybe he had just not allowed himself to. He had blocked everything out, concentrating solely on the fragile creature lying immobile before him. He had held her pale, delicate hand. It had been so cold and he had tried transferring the warmth in his own hands into hers. It had not worked. The color had slowly drained out of her porcelain skin and his beautiful doll had become horrifyingly lifeless.

The ride had seemed to stretch endlessly and he had screamed at them to drive faster. He must have screamed a lot, for his voice was now hoarse. But perhaps that was because his voice had never reached such high decibels before. They had rolled her in, their pace much too slow, as if they did not care whether she survived or not. It is said that self-preservation is the basest of all the emotions and he had reacted to that primeval instinct. If she did not live, then neither would he. He had always known that and so he had pushed the stretcher, breaking into a run as he neared the flashing red bulb over the door that would determine his fate.

He had not been allowed inside, despite his implorations and demands. He had subsided into pacing back and forth for the entire three hours, 47 minutes, and 23 seconds she was in there. He knew that was how long they had operated on her, trying to breathe life into her inert form. He knew because there was no forgetting Hell. And there was no doubt that he had been in Hell.

The wild, uncontrollable panic had comprised his shield but as he watched her now, the words came back to him. First, there were the realties. Broken leg. Multiple lacerations. Dislocated shoulder. Fractured ribs. And then there were the possibilities. Concussion. Coma. Amnesia. He did not know what to fear. He was afraid she would not recognize him when she woke up. If she woke up. He had never even told her he loved her. The tears fell now, the tears he had not allowed himself to indulge in. He cried with pity, for himself, for her, for the life they could have had. He would have been happy seeing her happy. He cried of relief, that at least she had survived. But then he remembered and he cried in terror of what was to come, of the unknown. The tears coursed down his handsome face, as he let loose the whirlwind of emotions raging within him. But predominantly, he cried in anger, at her Devi Maiyya who had allowed her to come to this and at the man who was the catalyst of it all.

He glanced at the crushed necklace in his hand. The clasp had broken when the chain had been wrenched off her neck by her fall. The black beads were slowly unraveling, making slight noises as they fell to the sterile tiled floor of the room. It was all that remained of that farce she had believed to be marriage. And now it was mangled, just like her. He laughed then, a bitter laugh, for he had believed in the farce too.

He had always been told that decisions taken in anger never boded well and that had not been a problem before. But he did not heed that warning now, as he made up his mind. His resolve hardened and he left the room for the first time since they had brought her in two days earlier.

He had never been known as the efficient one within his family. But he was still one of the Raizadas and he proved that now by coming back within the hour, his mission accomplished.

The return package was on its way.

*THIS WORK IS ENTIRELY OF MY OWN CREATION. PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR REPRODUCE.*

hope you guys liked that! i know it's a different side of one of our beloved characters but it's a side i can envision and hopefully you can too.. speaking of which, please comment and tell me who you think "he" is.. and also, if you want pms, please buddy me

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I liked the way you have portrayed the emotions starting from the first chapter. I am guessing it is NK who found her?

Is khushi taking suicide?

Nice1..!!
U described d emotions perfectly..:)

Wow another awesome story, poor khushi is so heartbroken that she tried to commit sucide, was NK who saved her and took her to hospital? Im assuming it is him and he has sent the courier back. Cant wait to read more and thanks for the PM xx

nice chapter...it definitly hs to b nk...cnt b arnav or akash bcoz dey wer d ones cnsiderd to b responsble bt nk ws d happy go lucky guy thot to b careless