The Will:An ArHi FF
Hey guys! I'm a new writer on this forum, but I have written many pieces on Qubool Hai Forum, and writing one now. This idea has been bugging me for months now, so I thought to give you guys Chapter One of this FF. I really do not know anyone on this Forum, so please be kind enough to comment and like. I would really appreciate it.
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Sammy:)
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Chapter#1
She looked out the window of his car. She was leaving Huntley, Illinois forever.Forever.
She remembered all the memories of childhood, young adulthood, and adulthood. She just couldn't believe why her grandma, chose him. Why?
Khushi Kumari Gupta lived in Huntley practically her whole entire life. Her and her parents moved to Huntley when she was in second grade and since then she had been living there. She loved her house, school, parents, grandma, friends, everything of Huntley.
She remembered all the difficulties in her life, her dad losing his job, her uncle dying of cancer, she gaining weight because of school stressf but she didn't understand why her life took a extreme move. Why?
She hated him. Hated him with a passion. But did love him. Those molten chocolate brown eyes, that stubble--like everything. But why? Why the heck did she chose him? Or why did God accept her wish?
Khushi was a smart girl from the beginning. Got straight A's and got into University of Chicago and was done with her 4 years of Bachelor's and was deciding to do Master's in IT. She always dream to have this life where everything would be perfect. Just perfect.
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She was 23 years old and he was 29 years old. He worked in American Express and was making 90,000 a year. He lived in a townhouse in Scarborough, Toronto. Exactly on Markham Road.
Arnav Singh Raizada was a man of principles. He was quite sophisticated in his own way but did have a funny side to him. But for some reason he did not like the idea of marriage. If only that rotten will wasn't open. He thought.
It wasn't that he didn't like Khushi but somehow had to divorce her. But probably after 6 months. Self-note, make sure to ask Aman what the divorcing process is.
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He closed the trunk of his Honda Accord and looked at his in-laws for the last time.Probably not. He thought.
His in-laws were great. His father-in-law a good, sophisticated guy. His mother-in-law a mother of all mothers. They were so sweet but he was too bitter. He hated them for this.
He sat in the car, put in the key and twisted it and the car started. He buckled himself, looked at her, to see if she had her buckle on, and she did, and then her reversed from the beautiful pink brick house on the corner and then took a right turn for the new journey to begin.
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1:15 PM-At the American and Canadian Border.
"Dammit," Finally Arnav said a word.
Khushi looked around and was getting nervous. She hated the border. Especially when the people ask dumb idiotic questions, to make you more nervous. She didn't get much nervous when she used to come with her parents and grandma, but with him she had this uncomfortable-ness. She hated that feeling. She knew exactly how she was feeling, she was homesick. Majorly homesick.
How she was missing her favorite Upma made by her mom? How she missed her dad's funny jokes and stories? How she missed her grandma's soft hands on her smooth hair?
"Too many questions," Khushi said loudly and realizing she did.
"What?" Arnav asked.
"Um, nothing," Khushi replied.
And that was their 35 second conversation. Wow, Khushi you're pathetic. How she wanted to talk. She loved talking and blabbering about things, but maybe she won't be able to do anything like that anymore, forever.
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The people were done with their questions and let them go through the exit to Toronto, Canada. They stopped at McDonalds and went to use the restrooms and then go back to home. Her new home.
How much she wanted that cold ice capp from Tim Hortons. Her sole reason, she used to go to Toronto for. She loved Tim Hortons and cold drinks. Especially coffee drinks.
He didn't even ask me. What a gentlemen. She thought.
She looked back into the window of the car and plugged in her earphones, to listen to some calm music which would take her mind off of reality and her new life.
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OnTheRoute Restroom Place- Mississauga, Toronto.
Khushi had used the restroom and thought to buy herself a cold ice capp from Tim Hortons. And maybe a donut.
"The total is $7.89 Canadian dollars madam," the lady had a thick indian accent.
"You guys don't accept American dollars," Khushi asked.
"No madam, not here at least," the lady replied fast.
" Here's $20 Canadian dollars," Arnav gave the lady the dollars.
Khushi just stared at him. Why was this guy like this? One minute nice then one minute rude. Before their marriage, their relationship wasn't ever like this.
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Arnav handed Khushi the coffee and the donut hole box to her. He was so hungry. I wonder if she will offer me any?
"Um would you like some TimBits?" Khushi asked with her mouth full.
"Thank You," Arnav grabbed a chocolate one and glazed one, his favorites.
Khushi poured half of her ice capp into a empty cup and put an straw in it. She gave him the original cup of Tim Hortons to drink and looked out the window sadly.
Arnav got back on to the highway and decided to play some music.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcILZ21m6Wk (Hamesha Tumko Chaha-Devdas Song: Listen to it while reading.)
Khushi listened to the lyrics very carefully. How the lyrics matched her life. How she and Arnav had the best relationship and she wanted to take their relationship one step further.But maybe Arnav never wanted to. She thought.
Even though they were bonded, they were never bonded by the heart.
We were never meant to be. Then why are we? She thought.
Tears started to form in Khushi's eyes as she started to remember when Arnav got furious after hearing the will of her grandma. Was she that bad? What happened to their great moments in childhood? Why was she so unlucky in true love? Why did Arnav say no at first then said yes? He never liked me...and never will. She thought.
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Markham Road-Arnav's Apartment: 8:05 PM
Finally they had reached his--no their townhouse on Markham Road. To start their new life.
Arnav had taken out the 3 bags out of the car and opened the garage. Khushi looked around and remembered her Ajit mamu's house. How it was so full of furniture and items, Arnav's new townhouse was so empty.
"Um, Khushi, can you take the bags upstairs while I go get the mail?" Arnav asked.
Khushi nodded and he left her. Khushi was scared. She never stayed alone in a house, at night especially.
She went upstairs and decided to shower then make something to eat. Khushi had showered and still Arnav hadn't come. Maybe he was stuck in traffic? Or maybe he has girlfriend...? Her mind alarmed her.
She brushed off her thoughts and decided to make some rice and dal. Or maybe Upma. Her favorite. And again tears came upon her eyes and started to flow down her cheeks. She hated this. Weren't marriages supposed to be for happiness and love? Why pain and hate?
She missed her parents. Like alot. Self-note, call mummy and daddy. Khushi said to herself. She wiped off her tears and decided to make dal and rice to be on the safe side, then tomorrow she would ask Arnav what his likes and dislikes were.
She was giving the dal the tadka and the rice was cooking, right then someone had rang the doorbell.
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End of Chapter#1. I hope everyone liked it. Please comment and like! Add me into your buddy lists for PMs!
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