In Chapter 5, I thought I'd do something a little different from my usual narrative style, and present the story to you as you would see it happen on screen-dialogue style! There is a bit of ASR's thoughts and actions, but this Chapter is mainly like a screenplay. This is just an experiment -please let me know if this worked for you or not-its a short story, anything goes, yeah? Oh, I have three chapters left to go, and then an epilogue. So if you are a silent reader, now it the time- I would like to hear from you-Don't just hover in the background!
CHAPTER
5
(KSR-blue): So, there
are no divorce papers?
(ASR-black) : No.
And Mr Mehtha is not making any for me to sign?
No.
So he is not coming with anything for me to sign this afternoon?
Not if he wants to live, he's not.
Will there..ever...be..any divorce papers?
Never. Never. No. I mean not if you will agree to...no. Never
Is his office under siege by the media?
What? Whose? Mehta's? I don't know. Probably not.
So you lied?
...
Don't be silent. You promised to give a full and truthful answer to every sawaal. I wont leave for
Lukhnow right now and I will give you ten minutes to explain, and in return, you
said would also answer my questions. So you lied, Arnaav ji?
Yes.
Why?
Because you said you would go back to Lukhnow after the papers were
signed. And I think that truly, that would be it for me. I don't think I could
survive watching you leave again. I cant watch you go. I cannot, Khushi. Have
mercy on me, for once. Please..stay here
But there are no papers for me to sign here this afternoon?
What? No. I just told you...sigh..no.
No papers to sign, just a husband who is on his knees, who is begging you-who wants you back. Who loves you, Khushi. I know I don't deserve you-but i still won't let you go! I won't!
Did you..did you think of me at all?
Are you crazy? You were all I thought about. You were all that could
think off. I went crazy, I drove others crazy. It hurt so much -every breath was for you-and you weren't there. I thought of you Khushi. God knows, your Devi Maiyya knows, I thought of you.
Why didn't you come for me? Why didn't you call?
I promised your Bau-ji. He is not a stupid man, Khushi. He had the right
to decide, after what I did to you, if I was a fit man for you, and he decided
I was not. He took a vow from me. A promise is something I would have had no
problem breaking ..but he made me vow on Di that I would not disturb you. He
didn't say anything about not sending you things, so I sent you things. Letters
and things you deserved, things that were your right..I..I cannot express what
I have suffered, Khushi. But I need you here. With me.
And today, when you got a chance, you brought me here. Why?
Because I told you, I want you to come home, and stay here, I need you to
stay safe from the media. I want you to be home, with me, always. Without you, this house has been a mausoleum. Without you, we have been unhappy, we have been broken. Not just me-everyone here-Di, Nani, Mami-ji. Broken, Khushi. This is your
home. Please, Khushi. Please, forgive me, please forgive us, and come home!!
What does she look like?
Khushi, I am begging you...wait...what does who look like?
Lisa Kampadia-the model-what does she look like?
What the..? Umm, I don't know,
like herself? Like a model?
Don't play games with me--is she tall? Beautiful? The paper said you liked her
lanky legs...?
What? Unbelievable..yes she's tall. She is a model. She has to have long
legs Khushi, that's how models do their ..modelling. And I've told you the
paper is lying, all this stuff is utter lies, total nonsense. Why would I care
about some stick insect model's legs? That was just one lie out of the others they printed about us. Why would her looks matter to you? She is nobody to us, other than a pest, right
now.
How long have you known her?
I met her exactly three times, twice at photo shoots for AR Calendars, and once
when she escorted me to the stage for a fashion industry award, and then
afterwards she posed with me for fifteen minutes for the media pictures.
Who is doing this to us ? the media circus I mean..
I don't know, someone in her camp, probably.
Did you..like her?
What? Are you crazy? What do you mean--okay, Di--I am calm. Khushi,
listen to me. This woman is trying some kind of cheap PR publicity thing, or it
could be a new version of blackmail, who knows? She thinks saying these things
will create pressure-she is trying to get me into some kind of commitment. By
claiming these things, by harassing you and me and forcing some kind of
reaction. It could have started off as a publicity stunt but now it has gotten
way out of control. You are my wife. I have never, ever loved, never wanted or
needed, anyone other than...Khushi, there can never be anyone else. There just cant
be, not for me..You must know this, Khushi. I have told you this, over and
over.
When?
When what?
When did you tell me this?
What? You really do hate me, don't you? I wrote "this" to you, the fact
that I love you, that you are all I need, you are all that matters to me in
letter after letter, on page after page. I begged you to forgive me, I begged
you to respond. You never did, not once. Did you not...its okay, Khushi. To
answer your question-I told you this in the letters I sent. The ones you
forgot, apparently, or burnt, or threw away.
KHUSHI: "That is not true Arnav-ji! I would never hurt you intentionally, I would never burn your letters. How can I? Even after everything, my heart won't stop beating for you! You are being clear, you said you would answer every question
for me, you have said you love me. So I will be clear too.
I love you too, let me be clear about that. But how did you think I would be
able to tell anything from your letters? When do you think I got those letters? You should know--- I got your letters
from Bauji, along with everything else, even the news that you were trying to
speak with me, you wanted me--last night. I found
out everything yesterday evening.
That was the first time I knew, in five months, that you even thought of me. And
I thought, given the news about you and this kaminey Lisa, that you had simply gotten tired of waiting for me,
and had moved on with that--kher choriye--- Maine aya tha aapko azaadi dene ke liye,
aapko aapki khushi wapas dene ke liye.
Arnav-ji, you wrote over 20 letters to me, all in English. I brought them to
read on the train. But I can barely read street signs in English, as you know,
much less your hi-fi spelling. Now you
have told me what you wrote in those letters, but some day I think you should
read them to me as well only you could read them anyways.
Arnav-ji, ek aur baat, your
handwriting makes me think that a spider crawled into an ink bottle and then
staggered across the page with his eight inky legs. Blots everywhere! yeh koi insaan ki handwriting hai kya?
I am still not sure if those letters came from you or Lakshmi-ji. You..."
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Arnav had stopped listening. Khushi loved him. She had not known about his
attempts to contact her, her father had protected her from that knowledge. She
had not known about how he loved her, begged for her mercy, begged for her to
return to him. She had not ignored him as he writhed in pain waiting for her to
respond. She thought he didn't want her, might actually want someone else, but
that was because she was still as crazy as ever. She had come for him, for his
happiness. Since his happiness meant her, it followed logically that she would
have to stay, so he could be happy, like she wanted. She also said that he
could read his letters out to her, for which she would have to be here, to be
read to. This all made sense. She was still talking.
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Khushi, at this point, was attacked. There was no other word for it, because
Arnav hauled her up from the living room couch like a sack of grain, ignored
his sister who was hovering nearby, paid no attention to Khushi's gasp of
surprise, and forced his lips onto hers. Her body was treated no better, his
hands had molded themselves to her hips, to her waist, as he roughly pushed her
against a pillar, pressing down on her fully, making her take on his entire
weight as he kissed her senseless. Khushi's breath was knocked out of her
lungs, her body was overwhelmed by the shock of a male form literally touching
her, everywhere. Tendrils of fire started to spiral on her skin wherever his heated hands roamed her bare skin.
Her mind was rapidly fogged over as her husband's tender mouth punished her for
his months of torment through hard kisses, begged her for forgiveness for her months of pain through soft pecks. His
lips slanted over hers, his tongue plunged into her mouth, deepening what had
already been a symphony of wickedness. Arnav swallowed every moan, rewarded her for every timid flicker of her tongue by showering her face with kisses. He allowed his months of pain to melt in the heat of this one kiss. And she welcomed her husband back, as she reciprocated, with a fiery passion, all her own.
His hand came up to imprison her face
between his palms, the long fingers stroking the pulse that hammered in her throat.
He ravaged her mouth, overwhelmed her in sweetness, drugged her limbs with
shocking pleasure, potent and raw. Soon, his weight pressing on hers was all
that kept her vertical, and Khushi gave a moan of complete fulfillment as her
arms went around, in sheer happiness, around the man who had brought her home.
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January 8, 2013--Page 3-Gossip Column, Publisher/ The Delhi Sun
(the next morning) :
Oi!
Hoy! Hoy! My lovely lasses and lads! A brand new day and a new tempting tidbit
about everyone's favorite couple- The burning hot babe of Delhi, Arnav Singh Raizada
(picture given)himself and the very bad girl of the ramp, Lisa Kampadia (picture
given). Today, lets walk down memory
lane and remember Lisa's many boyfriends before ASR blocked the bad boys from baring all with his beauteous brunette!!
Gutter minds!!
First there was the hot hunk Harshit Malhotra. (picture given)Recall
their romantic romps in random places? (picture given) Well, Harshit
became history because Lisa met and fell in love, just last year, with none
other than the very eligible Ehsan Shah (picture given)..the sole son of
the Shah Group of Industries, with whom she was spotted at parties in Pune and
Paris (picture given) and who she swore would propose to make her his
princess at their press conference (picture
given). Somehow all that proposal talk went POP and eligible Ehsan stepped
sideways to make room for the renegade Raizada in Lisa's heart.
Of course, now that our arresting ASR, has swept the luscious Lisa off her
lovely feet, we at Page 3 wonder who is turning more green with jealousy
at this news...and we have a solution! The kind Khushi (no picture available)
can soothe the senses of the shattered Shah-
while their previous partners pair up, no? We invite our readers to wonder
if a new love story between the ditched
duo might be here, kittens! As always, Page 3 stays on the forefront of
fun-stay tuned!
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(Yelled on phone, from ASR's
bedroom, to Aakash ) : 10:10 AM
ASR: "This has to end...they are smearing Khushi's name all over the news now, pairing her up with this .. this ASSHOLE Ehsan
Shah..I am going to kill that f**king Editor, I don't gave a damn if what they
are doing is legal, I don't care if they have a signed letter from the goddamn
President letting them get away with
this.
This is war, and if they think I'm going to let my wife..MY WIFE'S name
get linked with some creep in their pathetic little newspaper...Aakash ...AAKASH...stop
talking about how its just speculation. They just tied my Khushi's name with
some man other than ME. She is MINE and she is MY wife-linking her like this with--- I'm going for blood. Call Mr Mehta..I want his full
team here and this time I want Di to be at the meeting. Might as well
use her legal brain, she is a trained lawyer after all.
Tell her I'll be downstairs
in an hour. Let me know when that bas***d, that Delhi Sun Editor Kunal Roy gets
here with his lawyers. Its time to f**king end this.
(Softly
said, within ASR's bedroom, to Khushi) : 10:15 AM
ASR: "Khushi, jaan.. did I wake you?
Sorry ! Here, I'll hang up--it was only Aakash. Please eat something,
don't get out of bed, I will have Hari Prakash fetch you a tray of food. No, what am I saying!! I'll bring you the food
myself, I don't want anyone to see you like this-you are so beautiful -No one but me, that is. Please don't worry, jaan,
I'll eat downstairs, you should rest after last night, just relax, stay in our bedroom. I don't want you to do anything at all-I tired you out, so rest, my love!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
okay, I won't eat downstairs, I'll eat with you right here. Don't worry about Page 3 and their
nonsense, Khushi. But you should call your parents. They know you are here,
Nani and Di spoke to them last night. But the news this morning, this whole you/Shah thing must be a shock-let
them know that they should ignore the nonsense in the paper, and they should definitely
not respond or give any statements. Tell them Arnav Singh Raizada promises that
this will end soon. ...And Khushi I have
work to do.. stop biting your lips
and stop looking up at me through your lashes like that...."
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