ArHi FF : *Falling In Love II* [#5] LinkToTH6:PG1 - Page 42

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Chapter 29: Getting Started.

Arnav snuck into the bar and cracked a can of beer. "Last one." He told himself. He gulped it down his throat. The pain was lesser every time he drank. It felt good. He preferred a whiskey or vodka but Khushi would be able to smell it. After all, it was only 7:30 in the morning.

"Arnav!" Khushi called out.

"I'm here." Arnav said hiding the can and wheeling himself to the living room.

"What were you doing here?" she asked.

"I was just roaming around. Thought of watching some news." He said.

Tell her. Don't lie. Tell her. His heart told him. She won't understand. She will just get irritated. I know this is wrong but this is what you need at this moment. you need it. The mind said. Sorry Khushi. I didn't want to lie to you. He told himself.

"We have a doctors appointment today at 10. I wanted to get you checked before starting therapy again." She said.

Arnav nodded. He was already feeling very guilty. He hated lying to Khushi like that but she wouldn't understand. She would never let him drink in the morning, even if it's just a beer.

*

At 10 am sharp they reached the hospital. The doctor checked Arnav's nerves and his reflexes. Khushi waited nervously as he examined his legs.

"Doctor, what's the status?" Khushi asked.

"It has healed quite a bit. Since he hasn't strained the nerve in a very long time there will be some pain when he tries to walk but I think you should start now. His reflexes are stronger too. Mrs. Raizada, I think your husband should be back on his feet really soon." The doctor said.

Khushi's happiness had no bounds. Finally some good news, sigh. Khushi held Arnav's hand. He looked up and her and smiled. They were going to make it okay.

Khushi wanted to speak to the doctor privately. Even though Arnav refused to go out he was made to.

"Doctor, last time--"Yes, I know." He said. "Last time he had fallen because he didn't believe he could do it. Mrs. Raizada, you need great courage and capacity to overcome this kind of pain. He needs to believe he can do it. He needs to have faith. If he thinks he can and if he wants to, he will be able to do it." Khushi understood what the doctor wanted to say.

"Half of it is psychological Mrs. Raizada." He said. "I understand doctor, thank you."

Arnav asked Khushi what they spoke about but she refused to tell him.

"My turn now." Khushi said entering the gynecologist's chamber.

"Good morning," she greeted the doctor. This was the first time Arnav had come with her for the checkup.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Raizada." The doctor said. "Mrs. Raizada wanted to wait for you to get her ultrasound done." The doctor told Arnav.

He felt even guiltier now. He had to tell her. Arnav smiled at the doctor.

The doctor made Khushi lie down on the bed and started with the ultrasound.

"Found the heartbeat." She said.

On the screen Arnav and Khushi saw a small beating heart, just the size of a cherry.

"These are the hands and there, can you see the fingers?" the doctor said showing them the fingers.

Arnav and Khushi had broad smiles on their lips. Until now it was surreal but now they could actually see their child. It was alive. The heart was beating. She/he had fingers and toes. Khushi had almost started to cry.

"Khushi!" Arnav said with tears in his eyes as well. "I can't believe this. It's all real."

"Would you like to know whether it's a boy or a girl?" the doctor asked.

Khushi looked at Arnav. Arnav was blank. He didn't know what to say. Did he want to know? "Tell her Arnav." Khushi said. "Khushi, it should be your choice." "No. It is our choice. And I want it to be yours." She said.

"Yes." He told the doctor. "I would like to know the gender." Arnav said. He knew what he was doing. Once he knew the gender he could start working on the room. He had to start walking fast enough. Time was flying and there was barely anytime left before the baby would come into this world. Things would get real when he knew the gender. His dreams about a son or a daughter would be vivid.

"It's a girl." She said.

Nothing could make Arnav happier. A girl. A princess. What could be better? Nothing could ruin their day today. Arnav planted a kiss on Khushi's hand. "I love you so much!"

"I love you too." She said holding his hand in hers.

"Thank you so much doctor." Arnav said.

Arnav sat in the car next to Khushi. "You've made me so happy today." He said. "Arnav, you have no idea how happy I am that you are willing to try. We will do it. Even the doctor said that you would be on your feet in no time. The darkest is over. And we start therapy from tomorrow."

"Arnav," Khushi said on the way home. "I think you should call Mamiji." She said. Arnav's eyes widened as he heard that name. He shut his eyes. "How can I, Khushi?"

"She will understand Arnav."

"She hates me, I'm sure."

"No Arnav, she hates me. She just blames me."

"But she is wrong!"

"She loves you. Please call her."

Arnav gulped. He dialed Mamiji's number.

"Arnav," Mamiji said slowly. She hadn't been expecting a call. She couldn't believe it.

Arnav looked at Khushi.

"Mamiji--I-- Mamiji I am about to be a father." He faltered.

"What?" she gasped. "Congratulations!" she exclaimed. "I have been waiting for this day..." she said. "I am so happy for you Arnav! You have no Idea--

"Mamiji I am sorry." He said.

"Beta, it's-- it's alright." She sobbed. "I crossed my limits." She said.

"You don't have limits. I do. I crossed them. I shouldn't have screamed at you like that." He said.

"I am so--"Nahi." Arnav said. "Mamiji, I am sorry."

"Arnav." She cried over the phone.

"Mamiji, if you've forgiven me then please come over for dinner tonight, please? It's been so long since I've seen you."

"Ofcourse I will!" she said.

Flashback

Khushi had to tell Mamiji the whole story from the very beginning. She had to tell Mamiji who Shyam was. She had to tell him why he shot Arnav. Mamiji kept quiet that time but when Arnav was back home she asked him to divorce Khushi.

"It's all her fault Arnav!" Mamiji scolded. Khushi looked down.

"Mamiji it's not her fault."

"It is! She betrayed you. If she had just told you before marriage then none of this would have happened."

"I don't regret anything Mamiji."

"You don't understand. She did this to you. It's her fault. You have to let her go!"

"MAMIJI" Arnav had said in a bold voice. He was frustrated because of the pain anyway. On top of that, Mamiji was asking him to divorce Khushi. Arnav just couldn't take it. He couldn't see his wife crying as she was being accused to something she hadn't done.

Mamiji was shaken up with his loud voice.

"It's not Khushi's fault. It's not anybody's fault. Can you please just stop accusing her?"

"You don't understa--"Enough! Please stop it." Arnav had said.

"Arnav don't!" Khushi had tried to stop him.

"Mamiji please let the two of us be. We are happy the way we are." He said arrogantly.

"Arnav she is NOT right for you. How could you forgive her after everything she's done?"

Arnav just couldn't hear it any longer.

"Mamiji I am not leaving Khushi. If you want you can--"Arnav!" Khushi had retorted.

Mamiji had left. She had never returned to check on him. She called Khushi once or twice just to know how Arnav was. She had spoken coldly to her but Khushi knew that she cared too much to just let go.

End

*

The next five days passed by like a breeze. Arnav's therapy had started. Khushi was always there for those 3 hours no matter what. Arnav had become more and more confident after each day. His pain was minimal now but he still didn't stop drinking. He snuck into the bar the minute Khushi left home. He would have around 5 pegs of vodka and then sleep all afternoon. Before Khushi reached home he would get clean their room, get dressed and go downstairs. Khushi trusted him completely so she never thought of check the bar.

It was the 7^th day of therapy and Arnav insisted that he would like to start walking from today.

"It's too early Arnav." Khushi said.

Arnav looked at the therapist. "I am ready." He said.

"Are you sure?" the therapist asked.

"Yes."

Khushi started to chant a prayer in her mind. She didn't want Arnav to lose hope again. Arnav used a walking cane. He tried to stand a couple of times but it was becoming very painful. He couldn't.

"Arnav, we can try again tomorrow." She said.

"No Khushi. I want to do it."

He tried again, and again and again until he was standing on his two feet. He put a little body weight on the cane but he was standing again. Khushi let out a cry of joy.

"I am standing Khushi. Look." He said looking at her.

Khushi had her hands over her mouth. She nodded. She had tears in her eyes.

"ASR?" came a voice from the door.

Arnav looked up, lost his balance and fell back on his chair. Khushi looked at the person trying to recognize her.

"Anjali?" Arnav gasped. Khushi heard that and her eyes widened as she saw Anjali run to Arnav.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Anjali" Arnav repeated.

"How did this happen?" she asked again.

"Anjali?" Arnav said trying to make the feeling sink in.

"Stop saying my name again and again!" Anjali scolded.

Arnav just couldn't believe it. She was here. Anjali was here. She had changed so much. She was wearing a blazer and jeans. Her hair was open. She kneeled down near Arnav and hugged him tightly. He hadn't seen her three years.

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So yes, That's all for now. I know it's sort of a cliff hanger but you know whats coming next, don't you?

I fast forwarded a little in the middle because I have shown you most of them in the FBs and now it would just make it long and boring. I have figured out the main storyline and I am all set with the plot. So the story for this season starts from now 😆

Enjoy! And I am waiting for feedback 😳

-Manjari