Arshi FF: Entwined(T1) *Completed* - Page 47

Beautiful update...

Sheetal and khushi friendship is amazing... Love sheetal...

Khushi doesn't want to look beautiful,and she is afraid of crowd too... with each chapter my curiosity is increasing... What happened with her?

Anjali as usual is in her own world... she is seeing what she wants to see... Anjali g plz open your eyes... I hope she doesn't do anything stupid...

Arnav and khushi moments were magical... I was actually imagining arnav's intense gaze and khushi's nervousness... Loved it...

continue soon...

absolutely wonderful story.great chemistry between arnav and khushi.but I am kind off confused whether both are aware that they are in love.really curious to know about khushi past.will arnav be able to leave behind khushi after Diwali.

Hellooo Dearies!!!!! So my Note is Backkk!!!!!! Not that anyone would be interested in... but you know I like to blabber anyway :P :P

Firstly...Dedication to...

My Darshana!!!

"Darshu, my bitch!!! Did you know how did you become my Bitch? There is this Amazing Rom--com FF of Arshi, in which Arnav calls Aman---- 'my bitch' it seemed so chirpy, so accusative, so arrogant yet so close, so deary and like you just have a unique place by default, like nature would define it and constantly in mylife.. That I just dont have to wake up every day and say I love you stupid... even if you say I hate you idiot and more so, F**Ck off from my life, I would yet again wake up the next day to call out for my Bitch!!! :* :* :* I love you!! (stupid note I know, coz literally flattering you is something out of my reach... Ms.Poetess :P)"

Alright, that being done, this one is a very small update. But it had to end where it did..LOL yeah sometimes the end seems looong, sometimes crisp, I have to really improve my writing a lot! Anyway, I have a name for us all----- here--- 'Entwinies' :P :P

Entwinies include frnds whom I talk to, here, yes you!!! Arps, Farha, Shrutthiii, 1Chilly, Nandz, ..boss, and everyone else, for whose comments I'm really really really suppose to respond and I think of responding tooo, but my DAMN NET!!! Anyway, not going there again, not that I cant, just that I'm lazy to keep up with the net's... round-n-round-n-round speed, you know?

So Entwinies---including me... Why dont we all talk somewhere else? Say FB? Do you all have Separate Arshian FB accounts like most of us do? If so send your frnd req to dedeenonsense@rediffmail.com with a messg saying you are an Entwinie LOL, we can start something like group chat n I can even give you fast n instant messg of my update, n you can give me feedback...? Hows that?

Not just mentioned names, anyone else as well... I've just mentioned the ones I could think of right now.. and uh..

Nadz... I missed your comment for the last update, did you catch up yet?

What next? Oh yes! The update, yeah go on read.. Its short, like I said, but read on..

No chappals and eggs please.. actually if you want to throw anything tomatoes will do.. :P

Entwined:

Chapter-19:

"Because I couldn't see anyone else anyone else doing that to you, even if it was for your recovery-----"

He said with utmost sincerity reflecting in his eyes, as she just looked on astonished and surprised even to hear him say the very words, causing her to swallow the sudden lump formed in her throat as she found herself completely lost into another world of a trance with the slow music in the background adding to their turmoil.

"Lamhe Yeh Phir Naa Aane, Inko Tu Naa Le Jaane
Tu Mujh Pe Khudko De Loota...
Tujhe Tujhse Tod Loo Kahi Khudse Jod Loo
Mere Jism O Jaan Main Aa Teri Khusboo Odh Loo

Jo Bhi Saanse Main Bharoo Unhe Tere Sang Bharoo
Chahe Jo Hona Rasta Use Tere Sang Chalu"

He continued to look into her eyes, his honey orbs pouring out utmost conviction piercing right through her hazels and his gaze wandered over every minute detail of her face. He looked on, even as her stance was stilled hearing out the mere confession through his words, with his eyes taking in her confused yet hopeful hazels, her wet lips that parted a little making her surprise evident, her cheeks turning into a rare color of saffron in such natural way jeweled with tiny droplets of water-----everything merely kept his sense at bay to say the least and he was suddenly yet again possessed by an unexplainable desire.

"Say something Khushi..." He found himself whispering, his voice pouring out the desperation in his mind.

Her stance was still, processing his last words and even as he looked onto into her expectant amused eyes, he was yet again lost, diving deep into those pools of hazels that held answers to all his questions, or so he wanted to think. His hand on its own accord, lifted itself off her waist and traveled north, smoothening the water droplets on its way as he noticed her little shivers and arching of back, her shoulders gathering in and he just looked on------- his brown orbs turning into the color of a dangerous desire even as his insides churned with accelerating amusement as he took in every tiny reaction from her body. As his one hand finally rested cupping the one side of her neck, he looked on in wonder at his other hand that travelled down from behind her ear. He instantly had this feeling that his limbs might definitely have a mind of their own, working in jet speed. And to just to prove his sane mind thoughts, his feet took another step closer, as his glance for a moment took in her nervous self, before his attention shifted back to his hand that continued to caress the side of her cheek. His fingers were stretched, his palm covering the vicinity and his hand travelled down, his palm instantly sliding down her jaw owing to the wetness, occupying her neck-----and she gasped.

He flipped his gaze to meet her eyes and they were squeezed shut, as her bossom moved rapidly owing to her disoriented breathing. She gasped yet again, this time a little louder opening her eyes just when his hand travelled a little south and he finally came out of the little daze and had finally and actually looked into her eyes.

Her hazels turned into the familiar color of red, which he had by now come to notice instantly, her lips trembling and her eyes filling in her face, giving away her scared self. Again, before he could notice his hands withheld from around her face and stilled in air, not much away from her posture in little jerking movements as if coming out of a possessed trance.

Even as he registered her fear, something about her stance and posture spoke volumes to him. His hands turned into fist and dropped to his sides, before his feet stepped away from her proximity as he looked on trying to process whatever was happening at the moment.

She just looked into his eyes, bearing same look since the last few minutes and his mind processed everything. She was scared; yes, but willing to be bold. She was trembling in the inner side but keeping up the same fake brave exterior, the one he have come to recognize instantly if not for his possessed desire. She was trying to overcome her fears, yes, but scared nonetheless and it all somehow tortured him, in ways unexplainable.

It was like he was pushing her to hell and showing her the path of heaven, all at the same time and he could easily see what everything was doing to her. She was fighting her demons every minute and yet willing deal with her new found hopes and this realization just made it worst for him. All these days, he have seen her, fight her fears by facing them and it only amused him to say the least but when the same theory is being applied to whatever was between them------it scared him.

He didn't want her to try hard to be with him, if that is what it was happening between them; he would rather prefer for her to-----want to be with him, if that even makes any sense. He didn't want to put her through this torture, that can only add to her demons and then there is their haunting night that always makes way into their memories.

He started taking tiny steps behind, his eyes captivated by hers as they continued to speak volumes.

She was going through a lot, and the mere fact that he might not be able to heal whatever it was owing to their history, let alone help her, only added to his sudden mounting frustration. He suddenly found himself helpless.

Helpless for not being able to help her.

Helpless and useless, for not being able to know about her past and frustrated even at the way she continued to remain mysterious.

Her Past...

All answers and an end to this turmoil which both of them are going through------everything lay right there and it was the only thing he didn't have any access to. And it suddenly irked him.

He turned around abruptly, showing her his back standing a few steps away from her as he ran his one hand through his hair vigorously.

"I------" he tried to speak, but nothing came out of his mind. She wouldn't utter a word, he knew for sure somehow. She is into one of her silent modes, the ones possessed by her fears and he knew that as well. She wasn't just running away, or brushing him off, like she did before and that he knew was only because of her self-developed, strong will to be brave and to face it all.

Right now, he could do all he wants with her and she wouldn't run away, not this time and if not for anything else, it would only be, to prove a point that she isn't scared of him-----he thought. This mere thought brought with itself the odd feeling, hardening his heart even more and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to thump down the surfaced raw emotions.

"I'm sorry Khushi, I shouldn't have, I just-----" he said his voice suddenly void of any kind of emotion even as he waited for her reaction. From the corner of his eyes, he could see her shoulders relax a bit and her shifting on her feet.

The uneasiness, the sudden awkwardness, the desire suddenly turning into something else, the expectations surfacing, the frustration, the unawareness, the helplessness combined with hope, the haunting tortured look in those very hazels combined with her fake brave act-----------it all suddenly engulfed him with a mounting rage.

He turned around abruptly covering the distance between them in two quick strides holding her by her arms what can only be termed as rashly, pulling her to his arm length, his eyes throwing daggers right into that of hers and she was bewildered looking up at him with her eyes pouring out confusion and innocence in right amounts.

"What happened with you Khushi?" his voice sounded tortured, his eyes turning red, his eye-brows burrowed in and he looked down at her furiously.

"Arnav------"

"What the hell happened with you!!?" he yelled causing her to squirm even as his hands shook her petite form and she just looked on in horror.

"You are driving me insanely crazy Khushi, you know that?" he uttered desperation evident in his voice. "This is sheer torture!"

"I'm sorry---" he heard her whisper, her head down, her voice breaking and this only added to his rage.

"Look at me!" he demanded and when she did, his insides spiked up with concern looking at her tortured face. "What happened with you Khushi?" he asked yet again, his mind perfectly processing that only the answer to this question could only eventually make everything sensible.

"I'm sorry, I----"

"For what dammit!??"

"I'm trying------"

"Enough with your insane trying Khushi, come out with it already!!! You could surely use some help!!" he begged desperation completely pouring out of his words.

"Arnav I------"

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"Arnav? Arnav Singh Raizada!!!"

The music around them went into a mute mode suddenly, even as Arnav heard the sound of a mike being set up, and his sister spoke again into the mike effectively breaking their little put up. Arnav snapped a look to his side away from Khushi, his mind giving him the bad signals already while Khushi just looked on past him into the distance, void of any concentration.

"Hello everyone!!! Firstly Happy Diwali to you all!!!!" he heard the chirpy voice and Arnav moved away from Khushi on a mission to stop whatever was about to happen even as he heard the squeals and applause from the guests.

"This Diwali, my brother just gave me the bestest Diwali gift ever, Surprise Surprize!!!---" she paused for an effect and Arnav was already walking towards the entry door opening from the Garden.

"My dearest brother Arnav is getting married to my best friend Sheethal!!"

"F**K!!!" Arnav exclaimed amidst the sudden big sound of whistles and claps with his feet already running towards the stage.

Just as he stepped in, away from the garden, into the porch, his legs stilled and he abruptly turned around to look at the place where he had been standing with Khushi, only to find the entire vicinity empty. He looked around vigorously, and looked back onto the stage at his brainless sister grinning back at him; with Sheethal already running towards the stage in horror and Shyam walking from the opposite side in quick strides what seemed like in a mission to give his piece of mind to his wife and Arnav found himself relieving a deep exasperated breath.

He looked yet again at the place where he had been standing with Khushi, with pieces of their conversation flashing in his mind and the sudden interruption---------he instantly knew the damage had been done to a much great extent than he initially thought.

Oh! What an end to what a day!

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