Arshi FF: Entwined(T2)-- Completed! - Page 28

Entwined:

Chapter-30:

2 Days before Christmas...

London,

8:00 pm.

"Hello Ms.Hot-shot Advertisement girl, you finally found my number in your contact list!"

"Oh yes!! In a very busy schedule let me tell you this------- I had this never ending juggling between things going on, multitasking going on everywhere, and I get this fifteen minutes break for myself and I'm so tired Shee,I can just fall asleep right away you know? &to avoid which, I had to find your number ...did I disturb your sleep by the way?" Khushi grinned, her voice sounding over dramatic as ever, easily imagining Sheethal roll her eyes at the other end of the phone, whilst sipping on her little bottle of bear that she had fetched on her way into Arnav's cabin.

Oh I had missed you baby!' she mumbled love to her bottle as her ears continued to hear the shuffling sound from other end of the phone, as her eyes zoned out imagining Sheethal in her living room struggling to pass time doing nothing.

"At 1 am?? Sleep? Of course not Khushi, how can I possibly sleep at this hour of night? I'm just dreaming with my eyes open staring at my phone on my bed-side, wondering what the world famous Ad-designer might be doing, just when you called! Wow!! What a coincidence khushi? Telly-pathy much?"

"Oh shut-up alright!" Khushi said her voice instantly breaking into a chuckle, the sarcastic tone of Sheethal still lingering in her ears. "One, I'm not an Ad-Designer" , just helping around..."she said twisting her words along with her eyes rolling, "And two, I know you are pretty nocturnal, so cut the crap, what are you doing?"

"Movie..." she heard her friend say even as yawn followed that lazy tone.

"Oh go to bed already!"

"I would, if I could think of a certain coffee made by a pretty manager knock my door first thing in my late morning... You know? Things like that kind of motivate me to sleep so I could have a great morning!"

Khushi chuckled, leaning back onto the couch plopping her legs onto the table ahead of her in the same cabin, where she had been waiting since the last half an hour for him to return from a client location, so they could continue to work on certain review amendments of the presentation scheduled the next day.

"Looks like someone's really missing me..." She smirked.

"Ofcourse! You have been my best slave ever!!" Sheethal laughed right in her year, as khushi heard another yawn breaking through her words.

"Alright alright, go to sleep and turn off that lame movie, let me call you when you would be more sober" Khushi spoke urgently making it obvious that she would hang up.

"Khushi?"

"Huh?"

"You are alright... Right?"

"You bet Shee! I love you okay and I miss you!"

"--------I think I do too"

"f**k!!!"

"What!!???

"Hey, um, it's nothing; let me talk to you later okay? Go to sleep and no being-the-btich tomorrow because of your sleep deprived mood, yeah? Bye and take care of my restaurant!" she chuckled ending the call before her face turned into a frown looking down at her own shirt, the upper porting of which was now stained with bear amidst her lazy lagging.

"Damn you!" she exclaimed looking pointedly at the bear bottle before throwing it away into the dust-bin near-by and stomping off angrily towards the common washroom in the corridor.

The cold water directly being poured at the area below her collar-bone where the bear spilled didn't seem like a good idea and hence cautiously even, making sure no one is around, she removed her shirt off her body, just as the little hair strands on her skin stood alerted by the chillness in atmosphere trying to ignore which, she started cleaning the stain off her shirt. Just as another shiver ran down her spine, she fastened the work with her hands wanting to get back into her warm thick shirt as soon as possible.

Standing in nothing but a light colored tank and a pencil skirt, the tank-top covering her upper-body, leaving right amount of her cleavage and waist exposed, her hair pulled to one side of her shoulder, as her hands continued to work with the stubborn stain, she glanced at her own reflection only to stare at her frowning self, still frowning. She dismissed the little unsettling feeling suddenly filling in her nerves and sighed when finally her shirt looked better. Frowning again at the wetness in the cloth, she placed the garment under the hand-drier only to be met by sudden warm rush of air.

She closed her eyes blissfully being greeted by the sudden warmth and continued to dry her shirt as her head arched a little with her eyes peacefully shut. A few moments passed and she continued to take in the warmth from the drier, just when she felt a sudden brush of fingers along the surface of her exposed waist causing her to intake a sharp breathe, air suffocating in her throat even as her nerves squirmed all in mere few seconds...

"You've such creamy smooth skin, did anyone ever tell you, Love?"

"I...I've never..."

"-----oh no problem, you will get used..."

**

"YOU ARE NOT GIVEN A CHOICE HERE! DO YOU GET IT???"

"QUITE A STUBBORN ONE YOU ARE! HAVEN'T YOU LEARNT A LESSON YET??"

**

"I'm not what you think... Please lemme go"

"---You are stuck baby!! I'm afraid I can't!"

**

And the voices of her past continued to play in her mind suddenly like they have been all the time just waiting to explode out. When she opened her eyes in the exact next instant, her eyes turned into the familiar red color, droplets of perspiration evident on her forehead despite the chillness in air, her fingers starting to tremble just as she tried to fasten the shirt over her, in quick trembling, awkward moments, whilst turning around swiftly looking everywhere in the washroom vicinity only to be met by blankness and aloofness. With her breathing getting heavy every passing second, she slowly checked the little washroom corridor, passing each cubicle opening each door all too slowly, holding her breath as each door screeched open and releasing her breathe just as she would find empty cubicles one after another.

Just as she reached the last cubicle and heaved a sigh of relief finding it empty even, she heard a bang sound of door being closed causing her to jerk shrinking her arms together. When she turned around almost immediately, her hair flipping along with her head, she was met only by a complete empty washroom yet again but she instantly knew nothing was the same. She walked in quick strides only to find not just the door of the washroom being closed but along with it another dreading sight awaited her...

You still can identify the touch...I love it!

You still do remember what we had...Not bad!

You still do realize what you are...Right!

Stay Away from Richy bas***d...

Save yourself and thus him...!

Do I have to remember what happened with your Parents?

Keep a Secret. Save yourself more heartache...

P.S: I might just leave you alone...after all!

She read, re-read and glanced over the words scribbled on the back of the closed door multiple times and all she could get out of as her reaction was trembling fear. Tears strolled down her eyes blurring her vision, but she continued to read all that and process the dreading information...

He had been stalking her... still!

He found her...

And now...

Her breathing continued to struggle and she started coughing,a sign of her extreme stage of fear as tears continued to pour out of her eyes. She sobbed, wailed processing the little information and just as she came out of her little reverie she realized she might have been locked up inside. Vigorously, she strode towards the door and it turned out that her suspicion was right. She pulled as her sobs echoes in the empty washroom, pushed, banged and did everything she can all in vain.

"Open the door!!" she yelled on the top of her voice, her sound coated with hysteric wails.

"Somebody open the door!!!"

"I'm in here!! Please open the door!!"

"Open the door Please!!"

"Arnav!!!!!!!"

And her screams combined with the not-so-loud bangs of the door, echoed in the empty corridor, empty floor in the upper half of the office hall-way, completely failing to reach neither the security at the end of the central elevators nor the fewest of people working downstairs.

"Arnav!! Open the door!" she cried completely worn out her voice trailing away tired from all the screaming, her body sliding against the adjoining wall, as she buried her face inside the tangle of her elbows resting them on her knees while bringing her knees to hug her chest. She trembled yet again, the temperature in the exterior dropping down to snowfall, chillness accumulating inside the wet washroom, her coat n mobile forgotten in Arnav's cabin.

Arnav

Calling...

The screen continued to flash and the unattended ringtone continued to echo in the room, as Arnav listened to the unattended dialing tone for the twentieth time in the past half an hour from the other end of the phone. Frustrated with the signals of panic flushing him every now and then, he rose into a standing position suddenly causing his clients to look at him bewildered.

"I'll take care of it all, trust me, you will surely be impressed by the presentation in the morning, right now, something's come up, I gotto go, I'll see in you the morning..."

He said and started as soon as he had witnessed the nod of acknowledgment in his clients face. The next five minutes saw Arnav rushing down the elevators, out of the building, towards his car in the parking area with his long coat trailing around him, and into his car that sped away towards the adjoining road.

Hitting the brakes of his car to a halt, throwing the keys at the security to get the car parked, Arnav climbed up the steps to his office all in quick fast movements.

"Where's Khushi?" he asked the first thing to the first employee who had come to greet him.

"Sir, Ma'am has taken a small break and is right now resting in your room"

"Since how long?"

"Um, about two hours, I guess..."

Arnav was already walking past him listening to that piece of information, his long purposeful strides taking him to up to his room in quick few minutes and as he opened the swinging door of his room abruptly in desperation to find her in, he was only greeted by an empty room. Panic filled in his nerves yet again and he looked around every corner of the room all too carefully.

He fetched her coat and phone into his hands, looking at his own missed calls, frowning even, he walked around the room, into the corridor and out towards the railing from where he could see the whole of the ground floor. He glanced towards his left and the green radium boarding of washrooms greeted him. He felt a sudden stream of disorientation as his legs on their own accord took him towards the ladies washroom door. He knocked slightly on the door just to keep his manners in check, before realization dawned onto him that the door has been locked from the outside.

Panic striking him yet again, he twisted the lock of the door all too vigorously and there he found her, almost collapsed on the ground just as the door opened on its way making his view even more clearer.

"Khushi!!!" he exclaimed rushing to sit right down beside her, only to find her almost unconscious. "Khushi?" he gently touched her face and her head fell right into his palm, causing him to take another sharp intake of breathe. She was shivering, owing to her wet shirt, he noticed and gathered her into his arms, rubbing against her back, creating some warmth, horror masking face completely.

When she didn't respond, he lifted her off the ground, into his hands and walked back, temper and panic filling in his stance all at the same time, and he carried her into his room. After gently placing her on the couch, he called out to her yet again.

"Khushi?"

She squirmed with her eyes still closed as he noticed her lips trembling, her palms flattening from his grip as her head slipped out his hands, landing on the hand-rest of the couch. "Khushi!"

He uttered, vigorously rubbing her palms, and sprinkling water over her face, wrapping her in jacket as he dropped his own coat over her as well, tugging her in, all in mere desperation to get her open her eyes. And finally when her shivering stopped, as she snuggled her limbs close inside her on the cough, instead of opening her eyes, he could see her drifting away into a deep slumber.

The night started stretching across towards the late hours, the cold wrapping itself around the vicinity, temperature eventually reducing down to a snowfall giving the dew-filled spectacular view from his office glass window, as he took turns from staring out at the window and at her, several questions crossed his mind but all he could think was or concentrate on, was the sound of her even breathing, coughs escaping her throat every now and then, her not-so-peacefully closed eyes, her puffy face indicating the amount of tears she might have shed...everything only added to his already disoriented mind.

What the hell happened?

As he sat across her staring at her sleeping self, he dint quite understand to be glad or to be worried that her night mare didn't make an appearance today and more so, she didn't even seem like being in that extremely deep slumber where there would be no place for dreams. As he found himself lost in thoughts, he noticed her little squirm in her sleep and he was right at her side in the next instant. Just as he placed his hand over hers, she squirmed again, reflexively opening her eyes, being horrified even and sat upright straight into a sitting position efficiently keeping distance in between them.

"Khushi, it's just me"

"Ar...Arnav?" he heard her say and he remained still in his place.

"Khushi, come here, what happened? Talk to me"

Her breathing became uneven again; her eyes showing wetness, images started flashing in her mind as she continued to look on at him with her frightened eyes.

"Khushi?" He placed his hand on her shoulder and she jerked reflexively, a kind of reaction which she overcame around him in last few days. He met her eyes horrified but she had this helpless terrified look in her eyes, so much that his heart went out to her. Determination filling his stance, he placed his other hand on her shoulder as well, in process bringing her closer, both of them ignoring her little reflexive jerks and squirms, he brought her closer, making her face rest on his chest, all too promisingly and she obeyed him all too approvingly trying to be ignorant to the default adamant reactions of her body.

"Ar..Arnav, I---------" she said in between her frightened voice, as her shoulders constricted with alerting movements and all he did was press her face close to his chest gently. Finally, when he wrapped his hands securely around her, pinning her to him, being ignorant to her squirms, he felt her hands ease out, her head relaxing inside his arms, her breathing settling in and that's when he heard it--------her sudden sobs.

She snaked her hand from under his shoulder, gripping his shirt tightly and she cried, her sobs echoing in the vicinity, her tears wetting his shirt, her body vigorously shaking inside his arms, and she clutched him tighter continuing to pour out more tears. As much as her sobs felt like stabs right through his chest, he somehow knew she needed this.

&so, he let her cry, bringing her onto his lap, hugging her closer, drying her tears every now and then, caressing her hair, as she continued to wail her heart out for several moments.

Save yourself and thus him...!

Do I have to remember what happened with your Parents?

Keep a Secret. Save yourself more heartache...

And those were the last words flashed in her mind, before she had fallen asleep again, this time, completely cuddling over him in that very sitting position, holding onto him truly and completely.

Chapter-31