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Dedications- This one is a three part
dedication.
To Krani for reading and replying (very kindly might i add) to all the rubbish PMs i send you. You're a Rockstar.
To DM1810 for being super awesome and for being the first person to hear about this one. You're a Sweetheart.
To Tennismaniac19 i mean do i actually need a reason, it's Roger's B'day! I think that's reason enough! You're a diva for putting up with my FedX fangirling.
To Krani for reading and replying (very kindly might i add) to all the rubbish PMs i send you. You're a Rockstar.
To DM1810 for being super awesome and for being the first person to hear about this one. You're a Sweetheart.
To Tennismaniac19 i mean do i actually need a reason, it's Roger's B'day! I think that's reason enough! You're a diva for putting up with my FedX fangirling.
"As long as you're alive...
...you can't put life on hold like you can with a game-so that's why...
...those brief respites...
...when you can forget all the bitterness and pain...
they let you take a breath...
...and calm your heart.
If you don't give yourself that kind of time...
...living on just becomes, every so often-it gets to be too painful."
Hotaru Odagiri, The Betrayal Knows My Name, Volume 3
...you can't put life on hold like you can with a game-so that's why...
...those brief respites...
...when you can forget all the bitterness and pain...
they let you take a breath...
...and calm your heart.
If you don't give yourself that kind of time...
...living on just becomes, every so often-it gets to be too painful."
Hotaru Odagiri, The Betrayal Knows My Name, Volume 3
"Dadi. Dadi. Woh' please come back."
"Di
and I feel so alone."
"Amma
was innocent dadi."
"Dadi
I'll earn and keep you happy just like you were before.
"Come
back."
He awoke with a start as the ghosts of his
past swam before his eyes once more. The single gunshot, the cry of a woman, and
the pleas of a little boy- the memories were still raw. Arnav's heart beats
mimicked his fast paced memories.
He remembered that day with great clarity.
There was loud music and prayers all around. His mother was telling him not to
tease Anjali and his father was talking to the head priest about the marriage.
Everything was right in the Malik's world.
And then.. And then.. It all fell apart,
like a mirror breaking into a million little pieces. His father in the arms of
another woman, that sight was burned into his eyes. Little did Arnav Malik know
that when he walked into his father's study to give the prashad that he would witness his father proclaiming his love for
that aurat. She had struggled to push
him away but he had held onto her.
Dadi was wrong. His father was the one to
be blamed. That vile man was the reason his sweet mother was gone. He would
never again hear her melodious voice telling him to calm down. Red hot rage
filtered through his mind once more.
How dare Dadi take that man's name in his
presence? Who did she think she was? The fourteen year old Arnav had begged her
to come back. He had cried and cried for her to take care of them. They were
alone, orphaned and had no place to go. But had she cared? No. Why did she come
now? No, her thoughts and opinions no longer held meaning to him. Perhaps they
once did. Not anymore. He was Arnav Singh Raizada now, not scared little Arnav
Malik, too afraid voice his thoughts. If she had a problem with Khushi then
that's her choice, she would not influence him. She had no right to. She had
lost that right a long time ago even if she believed otherwise.
As more gory thoughts passed though his
head at mile-a-minute a soft voice broke through his troubled wall.
"Arnav-ji?"
His eyes immediately snapped up to Khushi's
wide and concerned ones.
Her hair was messed up and her hands
reached up to his face cradling it.
"Aap teek hai? Was it a bad dream?"
"Mai teek hoon."
He got up and walked outside towards the
pool. The chilly night calmed his racing heart. But his mind was still troubled.
He rubbed his eyes and tried to physically
shake away the dreadful memories. But nothing helped. Perhaps that was one of
his greatest flaws. He thought things through too much. In business it was a
great asset but in love and emotions it proved to be more of a hindrance.
A soft hand snaked through his arms and a
body was pressed flush against the length of his back. The sudden warmth
startled him. He angled his head only to be met with a dazzling smile that
caused his heart beats to increase their pace once again.
"Arnav-ji I know that you aren't going to tell me anything." He cocked
his head trying to decipher her madness this time.
Her hold on him tightened and she pressed
herself further up against him.
"But tell me aren't the stars shining extra
brightly tonight?" She sighed
contentedly and rested her cheeks against his back.
What was she trying to do? Arnav was
completely befuddled; a feeling completely in contrast to what he was feeling a
few minutes ago.
He pried her arms away from him and tried
to walk away but her hands stopped him as she held on his. Her eyebrows
narrowed a bit as if chastising him.
"Arnav-ji the skies haven't been this clear
in a long time, don't you think?"
"Have you gone crazy Khushi?" His voice
held a trace of concern as if actually considering that notion.
She let out a slight giggle.
"Aap ko patha nahi? I've always been crazy.
But you chose me so you have to deal with it now." She gave a mock frown and
gently patted his shoulders as if comforting him.
"Khushi not now." He grasped her hands and
pulled it away.
She let out a sound of utter outrage as he
walked away from her and sat on the recliner. She pressed her mouth into a thin
line and went towards him once more.
He put his head down trying to remember
what was bothering him. Alas the mighty Mrs Raizada had other plans. She gently
pressed her face against his and let her hair curtain down around them. Her
arms came about to rest against him and pull him closer to her.
"You think too much Arnav-ji."
That snapped him out of the trance that she
had put him in and he once again pushed her away.
"Stop Arnav-Ji.. Woh.. I was just."
He had walked inside and showed her his
back.
"I am fine Khushi. It was just a nightmare.
I am used to them."
This puzzled the fair maiden.
"So what do you do when you have
nightmares?"
"I sit and wait for it to leave my
thoughts."
Something clenched at her heart. How many
nightmares had he had? Didn't anyone ever try to comfort him, hold him in their
arms and tell him everything was going to be alright?
Her silence irked him.
"I said I'm fine damn it." His shoulders
tensed as he took on a defensive stance as he always did when it came to the
matters of his heart.
"Arnav-ji do you want to know what I do
when I have a nightmare?"
He turned around and his eyes searched hers
for a second.
"Kya?"
"I used to hug jiji and wait for her to take
away all the bad memories."
They stood there looking at each other. Her
eyes looked unblinkingly into his as he tried to digest what she said.
"Ku.. Khushi.. Woh.. mai bas.."
Before he completed his sentence she
launched herself onto him and hugged him with all that she had.
"Shh.. Arnav-ji sab kuch teek hoga.. I am
always there for you."
That broke his last resolve as he reached
about her and pulled her tighter into the hug and rested his head on the crook
of her neck.
They stood there lost in their embrace- two
lonely hearts finally finding solace in one another.
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A/N- sigh I wanted to put this one up before todays episode. Now it will never have the same effect.But please leave your comments below!
PS- I am writing after a really long time, excuse me if it's rubbish. mmkaythanx.
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A/N- sigh I wanted to put this one up before todays episode. Now it will never have the same effect.But please leave your comments below!
PS- I am writing after a really long time, excuse me if it's rubbish. mmkaythanx.
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