Arhi FF:The Storm---Thread One - Page 37

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Poor Khushi.

this story is heart wrenching. . . wonderful story telling, keep it up 👍🏼

Will Arnav now have some mercy on her and let her go to at least live in peace with her parents so that the pain she is going through bcz of severe illness, she doesn't have to compound it with heart ache as well... When she was asking him abt what difference does it make to him that what her report is and still he couldn't be civil with her and now what he is gonna do? Khushi should have a final talk with him and leave his house and let him and his sister live with each other.

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Part 7

He automatically took her hand in his, feeling hers shaking as well, but as they clasped them together the shaking stopped.

But just for a second.

"We have found tumour cells, and I'm sorry to say," Doctor Rahoul sighed "that you have bone cancer," he finished, looking at Khushi.

A single tear dropped from Arnav's eye as the storm had finally roared and now all were aware of its presence.

There is little comfort for the person whose future is unknown, whose life is held in a pivot of uncertainty and whose love is stuck in a black hole that has been destructed.

It was as if Doctor Rahoul had slashed a blunt knife across their chests whilst he gazed, seeing the blood drip away from them until they were lifeless forms.

Khushi slowly lifted her fingers away from Arnav's hand and slid it away, turning away to look into absolute nothingness.

"Khushi...?" Arnav said, looking at her, his eyes glistening with fearful tears, whilst hers remained unfocused, her face labelled expressionless, blood had drained from her face, leaving it pale.

It was as if there was no way of blocking away the stranger that she had met in the mirror, the words that Doctor Rahoul had just uttered had made the stranger a bitter friend, sneering at Khushi's defencelessness.

As if on cue Khushi looked at Arnav, his determination to help, to take care of Khushi making the stranger shrink aback.

But only a little.

"Mrs Raizaida has the cancer called osteosarcoma, and this is a malignant tumour, meaning it has spread," Arnav closed his eyes at that.

Oh, God.

What did that mean?

Arnav cleared his voice, gaining some composure and pulled his eyebrows together. "But it is treatable, right?" his voice trailing off.

The doctor's hesitance sent Arnav's heart to drop and for Khushi to focus her gaze on the doctor.

"The thing is," the doctor spoke slowly, folding his hands together on the desk, now looking at Khushi, "this hospital does not have a department for such a type of cancer."

This bewildered them both.

"There is a hospital in Mumbai that has a cancer department and well does it's best to treat osteosarcoma, the type Mrs, Raizada has." He continued

"Mumbai?" Khushi whispered.

"I have gotten some leaflets that would interest you." The doctor shifted back on his chair and opened the drawer that was part of his desk and brought out several colourful papers. He put them down and gazed up at them both.

"Mrs. Raizada's treatment would be best there." The doctor said and added, "I will inform the hospital of Mrs. Raizada's condition and fax over the paper work then, with your permission?" he turned to Khushi, who nodded, and looked down at her hands overwhelmed by the information.

Arnav sighed taking the leaflets and pushing them into his jacket pocket. "Thank you very much Doctor Rahoul," he said, standing and reached over to shake his hand.

"No problem at all, Mr. Raizada," he said releasing his hand. "One last thing, the bone specialist in the City hospital of Mumbai has a time slot available to meet you next week, would that be okay?" he asked putting on his glasses reaching for a piece of paper.

"That's fine." Arnav answered quickly.

"So on the Monday," the doctor murmured scribbling it down and smiled, straightening up.

"Khushi?" Arnav called to her to see she was still looking down, her face expressionless.

She looked up at him and gazed around as if realising where she was. She stood up and smiled slightly at the doctor and said quietly, "thank you."

Arnav walked over to the wooden door swinging it open for Khushi, who face had fallen as soon as she had turned away from the doctor, her eyes once again unfocused as she mechanically stepped out of the small room.

Khushi looked around her, the bright white walls of the hospital looking unseeingly fake, she tilted her head, questioning its existence.

Arnav walked beside her, his mind whirling into overdrive, trying to think of a hope that everything would be okay.

He saw Khushi's face expressionless like before, staring ahead of her.

They approached the white SUV, sticking out amongst the other cars, only for Arnav to stop her, holding her hand, making her stop in her tracks.

She looked down, slowing withdrawing her fingers away from his.

"Khushi?" Arnav said, leaning down slightly to look into her eyes, only for her to slowly lift hers.

He gasped silently, as her eyes were glistening with tears and her lip shook slightly, a sob building up in her chest.

His breath hitched as he looked at her.

"Khushi-" and there, within an instant, she was buried in his chest, her sobs muffled against him.

She brought her arms behind his back, gripping onto his shoulders, her tears staining his shirt, burning holes in his heart.

Startled, Arnav looked down at her shaking form, frightened by the noises she was making, instantly bringing her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Khushi, it's okay," he said strongly, her hiccupping sobs making his lips tremble, "we'll get through it."

He held her tighter; feeling like the earth was trembling beneath him.

Khushi's sobs suddenly came to a halt, he could feel her stiffen against him, and he looked down to see her simultaneously looking up.

Their tears filled eyes met, desperation and fear held in both of them and yet memories flashed before them, leading for Khushi to slowly back away and Arnav to remain where he was.

And yet he couldn't help but ache to hold her in his arms, to tell her everything would be okay, to brush away the tears, to drive them away.

"I want to go home," she said stiffly, looking down.

She looked up again, aching for his touch, aching to say magical words that woul drive away the despondency that surrounded them.

And yet.

Yet she wanted the exact opposite.

Distance beyond measure, as the person in front of her had caused pain that even fire couldn't.

"I want to go home," she said, wiping away the tears.

"B-"

"I want go home," she said more strongly, walking to the passenger side, her hand on the door, eyes forward, waiting for him to unlock the car.

The drive home was filled with silence the sharpness of it cutting them both.

They arrived in the drive way, as soon as the car came to a stop Khushi got out of the car, running to the door, leaving him alone.

She brought a hand to knock only for the door to be wrenched open as Payal stood in front of her, her face apprehensive, "what-what did the doctor say?" her voice echoing with the car door as it opened for Arnav to get out.

Khushi gulped.

"Khushi? What did he say?" Payal's voice high, her gaze focused on her little sister's face.

"I-I have cancer," Khushi replied quietly, seeing Payal's face fall, eyes wide, whisking a hand to her mouth, cutting off the gasp that escaped her lips.

"Jiji, no, it doesn't mean anything," Khushi said, shaking her head, talking fast "there's treatment, I can get better," not quite quoting what the doctor said, but not exactly lying either, her mind in a haze.

Payal hugged her sister, allowing Khushi to quickly wipe away her tears behind her sister's back.

"Jiji, it'll be okay."

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By afternoon the whole family had learnt of Khushi's cancer, and wherever she turned sympathy met her path, whilst she smiled strongly telling them of the positivity that in reality had not enveloped her at all.

Anjali had announced that Shyaam was away for the day, for some business, allowing Khushi to breathe in a small sigh of relief.

She stole a few minutes by excusing herself to the bathroom, locking the door behind her, isolating herself.

Her legs moved her towards the mirror, the stranger waiting for her, smirking at her weakness, her fragility at the tears that were now streaming down her face.

"I have cancer," she whispered to her reflection and she hysterically gasped as her own words pierced into her heart.

She could see herself shaking, unleashing her sheer fear, sinking down to the cold floor.

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"Khushi?" Arnav said, knocking on the bathroom door.

He knew she had decided to close off her feelings, not showing it to anyone, shifting barrier upon barrier, between her and everyone else.

Between her and him.

"I'm coming!" He heard her say, something clattering on the floor.

"Khushi? Khushi! Are you okay?" He called, knocking rapidly on the cursed door.

"Fine, I'm fine," she replied, opening the door and walking right past him, fixing her dupatta.

"Wait, Khushi," he said, leading her to halt suddenly, closing her eyes.

"What?"

"I just need you to know that-that we'll get you better, I'll pay-"

"One minute, Mr. Raizaida," she cut him off, whipping round, "there is no 'we'," her eyes full of painful tears, "I would rather die than take your money."

"Don't say that!" He yelled, his heart taking off.

"Why? It's the truth," she replied, shouting over him, "you're so fond of the 'truth' right? Where here it is, I don't want your money, your care or anything!" Her voice breaking at the last word.

"Khushi, please," desperation was leaking into his voice, as he stepped forward, only for her to shake her head at him, backing away once again.

"Just leave me alone," she rasped, stalking out of the room.

Afternoon moved into night, the sun disappearing out of sight.

Dinner was a quiet one where every family member was engaged in their own thoughts, still digesting the news. The only sound that audible was Payal quietly telling Khushi that they needed to go to Buaji's house tomorrow, causing Khushi to nod her head slowly, understanding at once.

Arnav excused himself as soon as he had finished. Not being in the office for one day sent his phone to beep, flash and buzz throughout the dreaded day telling him he needed to see to some work. As he walked away he could feel her eyes on him up until the time he walked out of the front door, his car keys clinking in his hand.

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"Here is your shirt" Payal said, roughly, flinging it into Shyaam's hands, "you left it in Buaji's house before."

Arnav stood in the door frame, listening.

"Thank you, Payal-ji," he smiled widely, only for her to turn her back on him, permitting him to leave.

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