Arnav Khushi Sinister Love Prologue

SINISTER LOVE

Prologue

He had understood the concept of 'Value'.

He shut his eyes, not able to watch the drama that was unfolding in front of him. He hated this. He hated being a part of his family business. Yet, he stood at a corner, trying to find a way to get out of this.

He had always wanted to build a peaceful life. He had chosen his career as its result. When he exactly started hating to live in his home, with his family, he didn't know. All he knew was, he just hated the mess.

Was it when he watched his granddad – his role model, aspirator and just God – had been shot dead at his 8? Or was it his mother's tears for his father? Or was it the weapons his family men had been carried with them in the dark? He flew from home. He fought with his family, with his father at his 15, and ran to LA, established his own peaceful life there for over past 12 years. He was just content. Then what went wrong? When? How?

Bile rose in his throat as images of this man, who now kneeled down in front of his family, haunting his mind. The man was trustworthy and had been working for his father for about 35 years. He had many memories associated with this man. Now, as he remembered them, sheer hatred washed his body.

But now, as he realized, it was really high time to accept the truth of his existence; that who he was. Enough of this hide and seek with his mind and heart, he decided, and he exactly knew what to do right now. He needed to accept his duties, responsibilities towards his family.

He took a step forward only to realize that his hands were held on both his sides and looked at the persons, one after the other. To his right was his girl, holding onto him. Her face stained with tears, along with his family. She looked at him, confused by his determination. He chuckled at his thought, that how he had always loved her – no – wanted her in his life and how she never understood him or his silence. He took back his hand from her… forever.

On his left was the girl who loved, and always understood him. He looked at her eyes and saw her eyes widened as realization drawn to her. He felt her shudder while closing her eyes, tight. And she loosened her grip on him; letting him go from her life, if that was what he wanted. She was ready to give her love, life, her morals, just for him and his duties.

He pulled her onto him by her elbow, forgetting the fact that he was surrounded by his whole family. And he took her lips in his. He kissed her. Their first, and probably, last kiss. She kissed back, holding onto him. They kissed each other as if their lives were depended on it. And he chuckled, as they now knew, that their lives were really depended on it. If they broke it now, they both knew, they would never be able to get together. Because he decided; and she supported. He could feel the family's eyes on them, and reluctantly let her go. He weakly smiled at her and cupped her cheek. He asked her, and she answered his question through that kiss. And smiled.

He looked at the four men, ignoring the rest of his family. And he walked up to his big brother. He heard a sound of laugh and turned to the source, to find the person holding his stomach. Was this the same person who took care of him when he was a kid? He thought, disgust.

"You truly fell in love with Khushi, aren't you Chotey?"

He heard the sarcasm in the man's voice but kept looking at him, calculative.

"How sad! You really hate your family and its business." The person continued, "Now, no one know where your father is. And I am sure you are going to flew with your girl. That's perfect." His face turned to seriousness when he continued, "I don't know where your elder's are. I will be of no use for your family."

That was it. He had had enough of this man.

"If in that case," he spoke for the first time since hours, "I would make you free from this family, Chacha Ji. Before that, I need to remind you, and my family, and the rest of the world that, at the end, I am a Raizada."

He delivered those words with utmost calm and composed manner, making the whole family shudder at the coldness he held. He took hold of the iron machine from his big brother, without averting his gaze from the person, and pulled the trigger right at his forehead, without second thoughts. And watched as the life drained out of his body. He turned his attention to his brother and looked at him for a second and spoke, with authority in his voice,

"I think it's time for me to accept the truth of my existence, Bhai. Truth that I am Arnav Singh Raizada, son of Ajit Singh Raizada."

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