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A THING CALLED LOVE

 

6

LOCATION: SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA

ARNAV'S PENT HOUSE.

Time: almost sunset

 

ARNAV just woke up from a deep sleep. He rested well and the mental block is passing away gradually. His senses stir up seeing a vase of red roses in his room. He gets upset but, mostly annoyed.

 

His hand is coming down to smash the vase along with the roses to the ground.

 "Who needs these stupid roses, to remind him of his idiocy of last night?

Crap !!

hate these !!"

He is about to smash it'

 

Suddenly: there is a very well known voice in the background:

 

" Arnav ji!"

" Stop!!"

 

 

Arnav stops and solidify like a statue.

His breathing frozen

His action halted

Each tiny morsel of his mind focuses on that voice alone.

The entire scenery wipes out.

 

The beautiful voice is coming from behind.

With all his obsession and craze he looks back and inhales the dazzling beauty,

his deity standing next to him.

 

Khushi:

 

"What Arnav ji?

I have just got these flowers, they are beautiful, don't you think?

 Your room was pretty lifeless, as your room, back home. So I got these.

Come, give me the vase, I will keep it back.

If you want to smash something, let me know.

I will give you a glass or a plate along, from the kitchen.

That will surely bring your anger down.

You and your anger: always together.

But do not break this vase.

I like the flower arrangement."

 

Khushi comes near him and takes the vase off from his hand and puts it back.

She smiles looking at the flowers.

"Beautiful." She smiles and smells the flowers.

"Nice,  nah?"

 

Arnav is dumb struck.

He nods his head.

Utters: "Yes Khushi, they are nice'"

 

Arnav can't believe his own mouth, what in the world is he saying, agreeing to her about flowers?

After all that happened they are talking about some stupid old flowers?

 

He slowly opens his trembling dazed lips and say:

 " Khushi ! What are you doing here?

You left me remember?

Why are you here and why are you acting like nothing have happened?"

I am in a terrible mood and do not test me now. Please.

Just answer me."

 

Khushi: smiles and looks at him.

"Arnav JI!  What are you talking about?

"I just dropped by, doctor told you to keep calm.

We don't want your pressure to surge now, do we?

I also got the room cleaned.

Last night you brought boat load of dirt.

You slept well, but why are you in a bad mood?

Cheer up please."

 

Arnav takes the deepest breath possible:

"STOP IT KHUSHI !

I NEED ANSWERS.

DON'T ACT SMART'.

 

Khushi totally ignores him and starts redoing the flowers.

She is humming a tune.

Her bangles hum with her.

 

Arnav:

"Khushi !

ANSWER ME DAMN IT !"

 

Khushi pays no attention to him and walks towards the open window to look at the water.

She smiles seeing the beach, then turns around him and smiles.

 

"Arnav Ji! Come here and see the ocean.

The sun looks so bright and red."

 

ARNAV  hits the end of his patience.

Shouts: " KHUSHI !

ENOUGH !

ANSWER ME DAMN IT '.OR I Will'"

 

 

Without wasting any more second, Arnav takes another quick look at her and shakes his head.

Next he does, what he does best.

 

He eliminates the gap between them in two strides, lifts up his arms and grabs her fiercely, picks her up like a rag doll and pushes her with a strong blow.

He pins her to the wall beside.

Her delicate arms cringe with pain and she crumbles under his hold.

Her head bangs hard on the solid wall and bumps towards him.

Her eyes flinch with pain.

Arnav slides his arms around her and hauls her up.

He presses her torso with his own body and keeps her heaved.

He puts one hand on her waist; forcing it all the way through the chiffon fabric.

He keeps a steady and forceful grip at her waist.

Her body shakes up.

She is airlifted.

Arnav powerfully snags one of her wrists and smashs it against the wall.

Khushi trembles in pain and anger.

She shivers at the abrupt maneuvering.

Bangles break into pieces and drop on his foot.

 

Her face reaches same height as his.

Her eyes at his eyes

Her lips quiver just an inch apart from his

Her breathing becomes heavy and uneven

He can feel her heart beating, her pulse throbbing, experience her each tiny movement.

Arnav can breathe her air.

Arnav comes even closer, almost brushing her skin for a deeper experience

His naked body presses against hers, radiating flames.

He shivers with anger and need

Frustration marks his face.

The desperation of unveiling the mystery

The agony of losing her

The suffering

Each and every emotion bottles up and takes a single name:

DESIRE.

Khushi feels helpless.

A single notion of his piercing eyes, explain his mind.

She shocks up , recognizing this look of his eyes.

It's the same look, he had during their episode near the pool side, during Diwali.

 

In the next instant Khushi drags her arms up as soon as she can.

She braces herself and puts up one arm on his chest.

And another on Arnav's shoulder.

She pushes him with all she can.

But nothing can move Arnav's grip from her waist.

His hands dig in.

Khushi moans with pain.

 

But : With a failed attempt: shock and vulnerabe

Khushi totally gets numb and reaction less.

She doesn't flinch, doesn't try to let herself free.

She stays solid under his iron grip for another 2 whole minutes and lets him savor her existence.

The deep pressure on her wrist and waist starts to intensify.

She lowers her face down and utters:

 

" Arnav JI ! Please. Let me down."

"You are hurting me."

 

 

THE LIGHTNING STRIKES

 

ARNAV IS STRUCK WITH REALITY

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Edited by sheun - 12 years ago

 

THE LIGHTNING STRIKES

 

ARNAV IS STRUCK WITH REALITY

 

 

A THING CALLED LOVE

6 

She is real.

This is Khushi.

This is his LOVE

And She is here with him, in his hotel room.

And she is the one taking care since last night.

And again She is in pain.

And yet again I have caused her THE pain.

The vagueness of ARNAV's mind clears up like a clean slate.

He grabs the reality and then grabs a bit more

 

WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?

 

Realizing the reality, Arnav lets go off her waist, soft blue marks appear on her skin.

She slums down on the floor with the sudden compel.

The white glowing skin darkens

Four fingers marks imprint her, yet once again.

 

Khushi remains cuddled up near his feet, on the floor.

 

Gradually Arnav moves back two steps and look at her with the deepest sympathy and guilt.

Slowly sinks into the bed .

 

( He is tormented)

( He feels trashed)

( He feels ashamed)

 

Arnav glances again and little by little comes up to her, omitting the gap he had created.

He lowers himself down.

He places one hand on the small of her back and another on her knees.

Picks up her in his arms like a feather.

Gentle and supple.

Holds her up like a flower petal and walks towards the couch.

Leisurely puts her down on the couch.

 

( her saree got messed up and pleats unfolded)

 

Arnav watches her hurriedly trying to fix it up.

He reaches for her hand delicately and stops her.

He himself, quietly with great care holds the pleats and starts to alter them, in any way possible.

He gathers the fabric as softly humanly possible and tries to manage them.

 

(Khushi looks up at him with unsung curiousness and bewilderment.)

 

He saves whatever he could.

 

He then pulls her wrists in his hand and tries to examine the bangles just incase to see if he had bruised or cut her.

 

Khushi pulls her wrists back.

 

He collapses beside her on the ground, on the carpet.

Head against the couch, near her knees, his head almost touching her lap.

He swallows a deep breath and nods.

A flash of fresh wound marks his eyes.

Despair, depression and disgust.

But he speaks up:

Because he has to know

He has to clear the confusion

There is so much wrong that happened only for his ego and ignorance that he cannot take another single chance to mess it up even more.

 

ARNAV

" Khushi?'..

You        

You are here?

You came?

You are here in Sydney?

You came to me?

Why?

             How?

                             When?

 

How did you come and find me?

Who did your ticket?

How did you manage alone?

I thought that you'..

I thought that you left ''''''.thought that you''

Ummm

Last night

'''''.I mean last night did I?

Did we?

I mean did I'?

Damn it !

Khushi, I am not sure what to say or do'''..I have a lot of tell you.

 

But the first thing first

Did I do anything to you?

And just now, I did not mean to hurt you

I just reacted out of frustration. It just came as an impulsive response.

I never wanted to hurt you.

Believe me it will be the last thing I will want.

I will never hurt you or cause you pain

I just needed to know if you are real or not, if I am imaging you or not.

And as you were acting all normal, it pushed me to the edge.

 

I couldn't bare your '.I mean'.

Umm'Khushi !

Are you ok?

Khushi ! Please say something'..about last night'.did I?

Damn it !

I just wanted to make sure you stay, you stay with me'.. You stay with me last night'

I didn't'..I mean I had no other intention.

Your saree?

My shirt?

Khushi , please for heaven's sake, say something, are you ok?

You undressed me last night?

Why?

 

Khushi picks herself up.

Slowly rubs her arms and straightens up.

She brushes her saree and looks at Arnav.

She takes a step away from the couch .

Edited by sheun - 12 years ago

What is going on I'm totally dumbfounded

yikes spit it out already Khushi...ha ha ha...I am going as crazt as him...lol. thanks for the pm.

Still it is in suspense.. how Khushi reached there.. Its too good.. thanks for awesome update

simply amazing.loved it