Arhi FF |Mohabat Door Jaane Na De| *Complete!* #1 - Page 64

Khushi's eyes refocused. Her lips set themselves in a tight firm line. Her tiny hands fisted into the cloth of her saree as the hideously familiar music catapulted itself at her.

Arnav felt his muscles slacken as each note permeated into his skin, mingling with his blood. He felt his heart shake off the cold chains which had bound it moments before, as, rejuvenated, it picked up the staccato of the song. A song he knew so well.

WOW. Their contrasting reactions have been portrayed so well. Kudos. And to think that it had always been the other way round...or at least portrayed to be from Arnav's side.

The last strains of the music faded away, swivelling in front of them like steam above hot water, swirling and whirling gently as they mingled and disappeared into the air. Leaving behind two souls, wounded, alone, frightened, and desperate for each other, but with a world of devastation lying between them, keeping them apart.

Very beautifully and aptly put. 

Chapter 15

He seemed to have a knack for always contorting the most heartfelt of words into cutting remarks that he did not mean, and more than half the time when he was speaking to Khushi

True that. :p

After all, hadn't he, continuously and mercilessly, drilled in the fact to her that her only incentive to be close to his family was their money? Hadn't he humiliated her time and again, telling her that when the time comes he'd just pay her for her trouble and kick her out of the house? Wasn't it in this very room, in fact, that he had picked out her choice of necklace and deliberately presented it to Lavanya?

Arnav closed his eyes as a particularly vehement spasm of painful regret shot through him. He had been exceptionally, horrifically vindictive then. He had played with Lavanya's feelings, put the reputation of his entire family on the line, to do everything he could to get Khushi to admit that his being engaged to someone else made a difference to her. While staunchly denying that her being engaged to someone else threatened to tilt his world out of its axis.

I SO want Arnav to feel all this because watching it on video, I always thought to myself, will this man ever regret as openly as he wounds?! I want him to repent, to regret to have these conversations not only with himself but with people he has been so cruel to. Great job.

You made me smile at their sari game...Khushi got trapped in it quite unwittingly but still it just proves how she will always be tied to Arnav and vice versa. :)

'Khushi', his voice was husky from being so breathless; he was afraid he would be thoroughly inebriated if he inhaled too deeply into the intoxicating fragrance of her hair, of her skin. Only a breath of a distance remained between them; Arnav could feel the warmth emanating off of her luminescent skin. His brain shouted frantic instructions at every cell of his body, trying to rein them in before he succumbed to his desire to just pull her into his arms and keep her their...forever. It was too early for that. He needed to win her trust before he could win her heart. Grimly laughing at his own masochism, Arnav raised his hand carefully to Khushi's face, his eyes looking straight into hers, which had widened even more and reflected, clearly, every single emotion she was experiencing.

Just like looking through fine crystal.

She started slightly when she felt him touch his rough fingertip ever so slightly to the corner of her eye. Torturously slowly, not daring to breathe lest he lost the remaining vestiges of control, Arnav trailed the back of his hand across Khushi's blazing, soft cheek, before dotting her just below her ear with a spot of kajal.

Before either of them could recover, Arnav zoomed forward, his warm breath making her shudder, with strands of her hair wafting against it, and whispered into her ear.

'Kisi ki nazar na lage.'

Hum faintya gayye hain. And as much as I am not in the gushing for Arnav in this fic or most of the current track mood, this was my undoing. Damn. 

Chapter 17

He wondered whether she had thrown the bangles away.

At this moment, I wanted to tell him (quite sullenly) that she most probably hadnt cos she is just like you in these matters. Remember the pearls, Arnav bitwa? :p

'This way', he murmured softly, 'you won't be in the dark, and you'll feel closer to my in-laws.'

*Brushes tear off her eyes*

Perfect. <3

You're making it difficult for me to remain angry with Arnav. Sigh. But well it was always ASR I was mad at, never Arnav. 

Chapter 18

This chapter was expected. She was going to lose it sooner or later and she did. It was nicely written but honestly, I didnt like Arnav's whole YOU WILL LOVE ME thing but thats just him - always intermingled with ASR. Sigh.

Chapter 19

"Khushi had brought his mother back into his life again, and for that, he could never thank her enough."

No words. 

Chapter 20

Arnav could tell, by the way her shoulders hunched over, that she had given in to his request. He just hoped, hoped ardently, that one day she would wear what he picked out for her because he would like it. Hoped desperately for a future where he wouldn't have to pretend to be on the phone, use his in-laws as an excuse, or some other ruse, to see her in all her glory, as bright as a candle-flame in the dark, belonging solely to him, for him. 

Sigh. I think I have slowly started rooting for Arnav. 

After all, if he could glue his brother to a chair in the past, this wasn't all that unusual. 

Hahahahahaha! Naughty naughty, Nanav! 😉 😆

Chapter 21

'Oh, come on, Di', Arnav rolled his eyes at his Di's martyr impression, which was sufficiently marred by the huge grin on her face, 'You know you'll always be one of the most important people in my life.' He placed a hand on her shoulder as he steered her towards Bauji's wardroom, hoping the unmistakeable emphasis he had placed on the word 'one' had not gone unheeded by the person he had wanted to stress that to. 

*Satisfied smirk of her own*

Arnav sighed as they reached the ward-room door. He turned to face his older sister, smiling her sweet, dimpled smile. Something in him knotted uncomfortably; a sinking feeling set in inside his stomach, and the familiar pails of ice threatened to tip over into the bottomless pit. Softly, raising both his hands to rest them on his sister's shoulders, he assured her, 'Di, I will always worry about you. I can't afford anything to happen to you. The reason why I kept hounding around behind you was because up until now I couldn't trust anyone else to look after you.'

On cue, the oxygen around him disappeared and Arnav, short of breath, managed to glance at the slight, yellow-and-pink figure standing a little behind Payal. Tension condensed in the air. Now or never. She had to know this.

'But now Khushi's with you, and I trust her more than myself to make sure that nothing can happen to you.'

Its working. Sigh.

The last part was extremely well written and emotional and has won me over. To Arnav's side. 

Overall till now, you may have noticed I read chunks of your story together and then come up with such a ridiculously long comment but what to do, I have to be in the right state of mind to properly read and appreciate your brilliant writing and this fantastic piece.

Coming to Arnav and Khushi of this story, I think the reader starts off as feeling what Khushi might be and siding with her (at least in my case) and then getting won over by Arnav after going through phases of irritation, confusion, anger and finally a sort of acceptance of his repentance. In that way, you are brilliantly connected to the characters of this story and that is a job well done! :)

Great story so far. Update soon. :)