IPKKND SS:A Girl Named Khushi(Chap. 11)Upd: 12/25

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Posted: 10 years ago

                           ******A GIRL NAMED KHUSHI*******


The little girl in the pink dress was crying.  

She was, without doubt,  the most delightful little girl here at  the playground this afternoon. Decked out with long pigtails that had small bells woven throughout the braids, the tinkling bells had made a merry sound as she had laughed and skipped among the other children. She was a funny little thing, with enormous bright eyes, skinny limbs, and a heart stopping smile on a pixie face. She was like a crazy, colorful butterfly, laughing, chattering, a beam of light even among the other adorable kids here this afternoon.

Arnav Singh Raizada had noticed her right away, because that little girl's laugh, a soaring sound of happiness and joy had been--painful to hear. After years of not feeling any emotion at all, he had suddenly felt something, and it had been a deep searing hurt, as if something long buried had reared up, to stab him in the hole where he had once had a heart. 

He had spent many years encased in a sheet of ice that would not let him feel even pain or sadness, much less happiness or peace. Now, the burn from long suppressed memories that for some reason came from the sound of a little girl's laughter was thawing out that ice. Arnav could feel it cracking, dissolving around him, within him. It was a painful burn, true. But, even with that, it was a welcome surprise, a burn of emotion that he desperately reached for, that he wanted more of.  

So, instead of just dropping his niece and her nanny to the playground this afternoon, Arnav had come into the fenced-in play space. He had sat down  on one of the red plastic benches surrounding the playground.Because of an unknown, pink little girl's laughter, and how that laughter had made him feel. This insane action, this completely crazy move by Arnav Singh Raizada, Delhi's most feared businessman had already caused the nanny to grab her cell phone and whisper agitatedly into it. Arnav had seen the woman's actions, and knew what had happened, but right now, he didn't care. He knew that Anjali and Payal were, at this very moment, racing to the car to come and see if he had finally lost his mind. To see if it had finally happened. To see what had been the final straw that had un-moored his spirit and ended all his senses. Sitting at a playground. Arnav Singh Raizada. He had not cared.

But he was sitting here----and now the little girl was crying.

Simran Raizada was probably a bit older than this little angel, but just like every other child on the field this afternoon, she had been irresistibly drawn to the tiny girl in the pink dress. Simran and the other kids had happily organized a quick game with their new favorite playmate. They had been playing blind man's buff, a black scarf had been donated by one of the parents sitting and watching their kids. The improvised eye-mask had been tied around the little girl's big hazel eyes, and she had spun and spun, giggling with delight. And of course, in the ensuing laughter and chasing and pushing, the girl had fallen down and hurt herself. So, right now, the little girl in the pink dress was crying. And Arnav's heart was..twisting.

Arnav reached her first. He didn't quite know how, because he didn't remember getting up or walking over, and he would have had to run, and not just walk, to reach her first. But he reached her first, and it was Arnav's arms that the little girl held as she tried to get up, and his jacket she cried into when she found she couldn't. This new tragedy was too much, on top of having fallen down in the middle of a fun game and ended everyone's playtime. The pain in her ankle was the final indignity for the fallen victim, and she started to cry, loud, howling sobs erupting out of the trembling little figure on the ground.

Arnav's heart did that strange twisting thing again as he saw the sparkling tears trickle down puffy cheeks, wetting a small red nose that was scrunched up in sadness. Arnav quickly did a survey, and realized that his pink little girl's ankle was swollen. Scooping her up in his arms, he carried his small, damp bundle to the red benches.

A few parents who had initially come up behind him, to help the injured heroine now wandered back to their respective spots. They were all quite satisfied that the well dressed man, who was probably the little girl's father would have the matter under control. The expression on the handsome father's face was thunderous, and he was clearly in some turmoil himself, probably from seeing his little daughter in pain. His face was forbidding, his own mouth thinned and drawn with suppressed pain, and he did not look approachable. So, while a few of the more nosy mothers wanted to crowd around and "help" this ridiculously attractive dad, the sight of that scowl was intimidating enough to stop them from disturbing him. What a lucky wife, they sighed to themselves--what a cute family--- and they kept a discreet distance.

Simran had come over to stand by her new friend and her nanny had brought a first aid kit, so Arnav had a small but interested audience as he took off the grimy pink shoe, and examined the swollen skin. The little girl had stopped crying by now, and watched him solemnly as he grabbed some cream from the first aid kit. She seemed to  know almost instinctively that the unknown man before her was going to take care of her pain. Now, big hazel eyes gazed trustingly at the kind man before her, and the little girl allowed her foot to be carefully examined by him.

"What is your name? Where is your mother?" Arnav asked the girl gruffly, as he knelt before her, gently placing one small, chubby foot onto his knee.

"My name is Khushi." said the little girl, and gasped in surprise when the kind man's hands jerked and slipped off her foot, as he stumbled back, almost falling to the ground before her.

                                 THREAD ONE  INDEX:

PART 2  https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/65781134

PART 3 https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/topic/3208061?pn=17


PART 5  https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/67195396

PART 6 https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/67749266

PART 7 https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/topic/3208061?pn=74

PART 8 https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/68112762

PART 9:https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/71407903

PART 10 :https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/72210197

PART 11  :  https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/72379136

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PART 12:
Edited by napstermonster - 10 years ago
Posted: 10 years ago
Okay so my creepy stalking abilities aside-

I LOVED THIS. It was so cute. Arnav has something darker going on (when does he not) there but the way Khushi's tears broke his shell was adorable and genuinely touching.

The way he rushed over to her; that bond. The ArShi bond. A different kind of bond to the one in the show, but one that apparently defies all logic and rational thinking all the same. 

Him examining her foot at the end (Dr Raizada on top form as per) was so fatherly- few people could rewrite such a significant romantic ArShi Show moment (toda dard hoga LOL) and make it so innocent and cute. 

His niece seems sweet- dear Lord is she Anjali and Shyam's? I hope that friendship is how Khushi makes her way into the Raizada house.

I'm curious to see where you'll take this as Arnav and Khushi at the moment appear to have much too big an age gap for it to take a romantic turn, but that just intrigues me even more- you always write family and relationships so well and if that's what you'll be exploring here, then I'm all in.

This first chapter already tugged at my heartstrings and I'm sure I'm going to love this just as much as I love everything else you write. 

P.S. Not even gonna lie, I'm so pleased to be first. I honestly don't know how it happened though. LOL

Wait- did I miss something? Is this like a continuation of Apshakun and this is Khushi 2.0 and not THE Khushi? I thought he was still reeling from the loss of his parents/ something else and the reaction at the end was him reacting to the meaning of Khushi's name. That she made him feel something after so many years and her name meant 'Happiness'. BAHHH HUMBUG now I am confused. I guess I'll just have to wait and see.
Edited by arisai - 10 years ago
Posted: 10 years ago
Awww so cute is she Arnav and khushis daughter?

The bond is so cute cont soon x
Posted: 10 years ago
Amazing yaar!!! Do continue and PM me!!! Hope, it is Arhi's daughter and Khushi is alive! 
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Posted: 10 years ago
oh shit its amazing...please continue ad pm me...
Posted: 10 years ago
First things first. I am on the first page.

Beautifully written, I love little Khushi already!
Arnav seems to be running from something here..deep and dark secrets ahead?
And Khushi, the first thought that popped into my head was that she is Arnav's and Khushi's daughter. My second thought was that you never name a child after her mother unless she is dead.
Is that where this is going? 
I guess I'll have to wait to find out, won't I?
Please update soon..
Edited by EXPELLIARMUS - 10 years ago


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