FF - Begin Again - Ch#25 Updt. - Page 64

Arnav's taking his anger out on Khushi like before. Poor Khushi's always at the receiving end. for no reason of hers...Sad update

Nice update... But Arnav is taking out frustrations on wrong persons...

Love the update and so sorry for the late reply but I had personally issues going on and hey I love the way it's turning out love the fact that finally Arnav knows what character lavanya has and what that hell.. Happened to Arnav why is he being rude to khushi know or did he finally realize that he doesn't deserve her anyways loved it and plzzz update soon

Awesome update ...poor kushi...hope arnav ends his ways soon

Just read this - it's a cute story.

Lav was cheatng him..
NK provd it...
Bt y he s still hurting Khushi...
Wat did she do..??

sorry i dint see this update <embarrassed>

Chapter#23

He misunderstood everything. His best-friend thought that he doesn't trust him. Have they reached this? He had driven all around the jungle area absentmindedly. His mind was occupied by Nk. Arnav had realized his mistakes. His best-friend had been right all along.

It's my entire fault, Arnav thought.

Arnav's thoughts came to Khushi and realization struck him. What had he done? How could he do this again when he had promised himself that he won't hurt her again?

His car halted with a screech that echoed around the deserted road of the jungle. He punched his fist on the steering wheel and hissed in pain. A little part of his palm had been burned by the hot coffee and it had turned into the slightest shade of brown.

He had thrown the tray on the floor.

The cup, the coffee.

The splash of hot coffee on his hand, HER hand.

He had done it again, he thought cursing himself.

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As he hurriedly drove back home, his thoughts were stuck to hers. He wanted to get to her as soon as possible and he wanted to apologize for the coffee, the tray, for hurting her and for all the torture he had given to her in such a short span of time. He felt sick of himself.

He didn't know why there was this strong need for apologizing. It had been there since the very first time when he had shouted at her for bumping into him. It had been there all along. He had never felt this strong need ever in his life.

"I'm so sorry" – He whispered to himself.

*

The lights of the whole mansion were off. It was darker, darker than usual. It was also going to drizzle any moment, Arnav had guessed. The only lights he could see were the porches light switched on and the gate lamps.

He had gone for about an hour, or maybe more than that. He parked his car inside and almost ran to the front door. Hp was about to leave for his quarter when Arnav barged in with his questions asking for Khushi. He had been told that she hadn't come down after making coffee for him.

After Hp had left, Arnav walked to the room and his mind was searching for words, words that he'd use to tell her how sorry he was and how sick he was feeling of himself. As he reached the door of his room, he slowly pushed it and saw darkness.

He switched the nearest lamp on and found her sleeping very uncomfortably on the recliner. He walked up to her while he intently looked at her. He straightened her up dreamily and tucked a lock of her strand behind her ear. He could see both dried and fresh tears on her cheeks making him feel guiltier. How did he turn into such a monster? He thought.

He sat by her side, taking in a little bit of space when something fell with a thud distracting his attention from her. Khushi flinched a bit but went into deep slumber. He looked at it and picked it up.

He knew it was her diary. He had seen her putting it secretly into the drawers while he pretended that he wasn't looking. He had seen her talking to herself and writing in it and closing it by locking it. He had always ignored it but today he saw his name in it.

He didn't want to read it but he couldn't help. He opened the page which had a pen stuck to it. It was written today, the date was today's and the corner of the page was wet.

Dear Diary,

He did it again. He broke my heart again. He has broken my hurt again into a trizillion pieces just like before. He crushed my hopes, again. I don't care if he hurts me physically, just like the coffee but I hate it when he hurts me emotionally…

He was going to continued but the loud thunder distracted him and his gaze fell on her arm and hand. It was burnt more than his hand was. Not that he cared about his hand. He put the dairy on the table and got up to bring an ointment.

Arnav slowly picked her hand up and started to apply it. He was extra careful. He didn't want to hurt her or wake her up. When he was done, he put the ointment away and scooped her up, ready to put her on the bed.

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very nice update dear...
atlast arnav knw the truth...

lets see how will arnav mano-fy his khushi ...