Hopeless Hopes

Hopeless Hopes

The glorious sun set low in the horizon, imprinting the blue sky with orange rays. The birds soon chirped and squawked and flew away to their respective nests and families. Many locals and tourists crowded around the beaches, taking in the beauty of nature and the soft cool breeze. They knew it was a wonderful evening and judging by the clear sky and billions of stars twinkling down at them, they knew it would also be a fantabulous night. The crowd started slowly started fading and soon the beach was an empty place with waves crashing in and out of the beach. About 20km up north, Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada stood in her balcony, her heart imitating the waves.

Khushi stared at the recliner before slowly moving towards it. She stared at it, her eyes brimming with hurt and love, and slowly trailed her finger through the furniture. She inhaled the aroma of her husband, with was stored here. Just the thought about her husband made her overshadowed with grief. This was the very place where he had sat for endless hours tapping away in his laptop. This was where he had slept for endless hours every night avoiding her. Feeling her husband close by her, she let herself be wrapped in his touch. She lost herself in the turmoil going through her mind right now. Soon, she started thinking about all the moments she spent with him. Her chain of thoughts started from the moment they met.

It was a weird meeting and even Khushi had to agree to that it was very cheesy. And this is coming from Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada. I mean, what is the chance of entering a fashion house that is hosting a live fashion show of Arnav Singh Raizada. And the creepy thing is, she got there just for looking for her sister's future husband. And what is even cheesier is that she fell… right in his arms! Like, god! How many girls are out there that would kill to even touch him! Then, again, out of the blue she had met him in a temple. What is the chance of meeting someone who doesn't even believe in god at a temple? Then the next meeting was just as unpredictable. I mean, crashing into the same person at the crowd of Delhi? At the time Khushi had always thought that she was extremely unlucky and that Devi Maiya was against her.

Now she realised that it was always meant to be. Not them, but the meetings. They were always meant to meet, just not to be together. They were always meant to meet at the Seesh Mahal, at the temple, at the road, at AR and even his house. Back then every time she met him she hoped it to be the last. Now she would die to just see him again. One more time… Even though they met, time and time again, they could never be one. Khushi now accepted the bitter truth. She would never be Mrs Arnav Singh Raizada.

Not that she wanted to at first! It was later on, a lot later on when she realized that she just might have nay feelings for him after all. It was after the time when he said sorry to her the first time. It was after the Nainital visit. It may as well be after her dhak dhak. But she had hoped all right. She had hoped, immensely that day when he was freeing her from the lights tangled on her. She had hoped immensely again, on the night of Diwali that he would kiss her, that he would love her too. She had hoped just to have it shattered and ripped. It was that night, that very night she had given hope.

Until she found out the deceit by her so called fianc. That day, she had cried. Not because Shyam had cheated on her, she had never loved in the first place. She had cried because after weeks on indifference she still found his shoulder to lean on. She still hoped for him to come back. She still needed him. After that, Khushi had never left her hope, her wish. Not through out the Sangeet or the Mehndi. She was now confident about her feelings if not before.

And yet, and yet even that crashed down on her in her sister's wedding day. It crashed right in front of her in her own wedding. So now, why did it hurt her so much? And more importantly, why was this hurt so unbearable? Khushi, of course, knew the answer. Although she had given up hopes, her love had always been there. Her hope had died down, yet her love lived. And now she looked up at the sky

"Why Amma? Why is he doing this to me? Why? Does he really not trust me at all? Does he really think I can destroy his happiness and live in peace? Am I that unfaithful?" she asked her mother

"Why Bauji? Why is it always me? What did I do to get this? Is it my fault? Why doesn't anyone understand me? Have I really placed my love in the wrong place?" she asked her dad just to be met by silence.

Yet, Khushi knew this wasn't true. Life had taught her many things and hurt was definitely one of them. It had given her so much pain that she had learned to live with it. She knew the hurt when your parents die. She knew the pain of deceit. She knew what Arnav would have felt. She also knew that she was stronger than him and that feelings was never his strong point. She also knew Arnva's love and care. She had seen it the time she went with Nanheji to her house. She had seen it when he gifted her the bangles. She knew it all to well. She knew no matter what she could and would always only love Arnav, her laad governer. And so Khushi knew it was time to be strong, for her and her husband. She knew it was time to show the world that Khushi Kumari Gupta was not a damsel in distress.

Khushi got up and went back inside after one last look at the poolside. No matter how hopeless it may seem, she had decided to place her heart and hope on him. After all, she had already done it so many times before.

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