Arhi SS : Khamoshiyan [ Completed ]

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Posted: 9 years ago

This SS is my version of the truth revelation of Arnav's contract marriage. After he tells Khushi on the terrace, the real reason for forcing her to marry him, she tells him her side of the story. They both go home. And everything that follows... And NO! It is not a tragedy... Wink

Note : The paragraphs in italics are Arnav and Khushi thinking to themselves. 

Part 1

Ruswa hui hain tanhaiyan,
dard ki yeh gehraiyan,
phir chahe dil woh mastiyan,
zubaan par basi bas khamoshiyan...

Khushi stood by the poolside gazing at the stunning sky adorned with tiny twinkling stars. But today their illumination could not brighten up her wounded heart. She gazed at them dazedly. Her body limp with no strength to even blink her eyes. Even her usually beautiful long tresses lacked luster today. They wedged around snugly to her thin frame. The wind seemed to be experiencing her inner turmoil because it stayed as still as death.

The past 24 hours had shook her to the core... Nothing in life had ever affected her to this extent. Not when Arnav had insulted her time and again about being a gold digger. Not when he had sent her to the almost crumbling building. Not when she had seen him getting engaged to Lavanya after their scorching almost kiss. Not when he had left the sentence 'farak padta hai kyon ki...' incomplete. Not when she pondered over telling Arnav about Shyam's truth. Not when he had blatantly flirted with her. Not when he had kissed her cheek. Not when he had forcefully married her, shattering all her dreams. Neither all the times he insulted her, emotionally abused her, disgraced her, annoyed her or hated her. She had never-ever felt so broken. A sudden surge of anger took over, her whole body trembling with fury.

How could he? Hey Devi Maiyya, how could he think that I could ever do this to Di? How could he think of me to be so vile as to being in a relationship with a married man? He forced me to marry him only because of his atrocious belief that Shyam and me were together? All this while I kept wondering that what had I done to deserve his hatred. I had only but ever loved him. Yes. I loved him with all my heart. I don't even know since when but I did. Even in my hatred there was love for him, even in my tears there was joy for him, even in my anger there was concern for him. Was he this blind to not see all that we had been through? And he still believed Shyam? How could he still believe that? Oh God! How could he believe that I could ever love Shyam and try to destroy Di's life? I love his family like my own. I could go to any extent to protect them and that's what I did. And he just crushed me like I was a non-living thing. He did not have the damned guts to ask me if it was the truth or not. He did not even bother to verify the facts. Did he not remember that I was once engaged to someone named Shyam? Why did he break my heart so ruthlessly. I can't believe he could even think of me as such a cheap woman. I feel disgusted.

And slowly tears trickled down her soft cheeks. A moment later she just dropped down on the floor sobbing hysterically. The pain finally engulfing her entire heart. All the past, all the hurt coming crashing down on her like hail. It pierced through her already broken heart. The shattered pieces could never be put back together again. She cried till her tears dried up, she cried till she could wail no more, she cried till she could feel pain no more. In fact, she cried till she could feel no more. A cold shiver ran down her body. The warmth pumping heart, constricted icily. She looked up and wiped the remaining traces of tears slowly. She sat there for a long while hugging her legs to her fragile body, staring at the reflection of the sky in the pool. Thinking nothing. Feeling nothing. Seeing nothing. She did not realize for how long she sat there aimlessly.

Had he completely forgotten that he had always saved me from falling? Had he forgotten what we shared before Jiji's wedding? Was every moment, every look, every touch, every kiss fake? Did I never mean anything to him or did he never care enough? All the flirting, the possessiveness and jealousy that he showed, was it just for winning the trophy? All those eye-conversations meant nothing to him? One misunderstanding and he threw me away like a ragged doll. He broke my heart every chance that he got. I spent sleepless nights while he slept serenely. Wait actually he is still sleeping. Because if he would have been awake, he would have seen the reality. The real face of that scumbag Shyam. He should have seen that Shyam had destroyed all their lives and entangled them into such a complicated web, that it would have to be cut through to save all of them. Breaking all of them apart was the only way out.

She felt the air around her change. She felt him close-by. His gaze boring into her. As always she sensed him before seeing him. But this time she did not feel her usual 'dhak dhak'. In fact she felt nothing. The coldness of her heart had spread across her body now. It was getting difficult for her to move. She stiffly got up from the floor, gathered her fallen dupatta and walked steadily towards the french windows. She slid the doors quietly and walked through them ignoring Arnav, behaving like he never existed. She slowly pulled down the Salman Khan poster that had adorned the wall to irk him. Then walking towards her side of the bed she pulled down the stars that shined down on her in those cold nights. She took a small stool and perched over it to bring down the tinkling wind-chimes that were as noisy as she was. Now the room looked like him. Deserted, devoid of any colour, lacking life. She gathered all these things in a bag and kept it at a corner. While walking past him, she looked up for a second into his warm caramel eyes. 'Guilt', she saw guilt, despair, sorrow, agony, anger in them. 24 hours ago her heart would have cried to see so much sorrow in this man's eyes. But now, it was too late. Too late for any emotion to overwhelm her. She hauled her eyes away from his and slowly walked out of the room, leaving him alone. Alone once again.



Arnav dragged himself into the room dreading to face her. How could he, after what he had done to her? The biggest mistake of his life, the worst decision that could cost him his life. A few hours ago, in a fit of rage he had blurted out the truth of their contract marriage to Khushi. Yes, finally he had told her the goddamn truth! He had seen anger in those hazel eyes, which turned to hurt instantly. For a moment he thought he had made a huge mistake, but the flashes of what he had seen on the terrace struck him like a fire bolt. He had walked away from her that instant.

When she had divulged her side of the story later, he had still doubted her every intention. He had seen her with Shyam on the terrace hugging him, she had told him to leave Di. He had to save his Di's life. He kept thinking about it while driving to Shantivan. Did she say she was engaged to Shyam? Ohhh Shit! The moment he had reached home and Khushi had gotten down from the car, it had hit him hard in the head. His heart thudded dangerously in his chest almost about to explode. He remembered the day Khushi had cried on his chest because her fiance had hurt her. That was the day she was introduced to Shyam and she had run away. She had told him a while later about her broken engagement. He dialed a few numbers while driving through the streets of Delhi as he dared not go home. And very soon Arnav Singh Raizada realized that he had made an irrevocable mistake.

What have I done? I hurt her. I literally broke her loving heart. She hid the truth to save Di from getting hurt and I thought such despicable things about her. How could I trust that hideous Shyam? Why didn't I check on the truth earlier? I have been such a fool to damage such a pure soul. She is Khushi, my Khushi. Or is she still? Have I lost her forever? I crushed all her dreams of a fairytale marriage. I was never the prince she dreamed of. I was always the beast. Damn it! My love for Di blinded my love for her. But was it love? Because I would have trusted her if it was. My emotions for her have been so weak compared to hers.  She has always spread happiness around me and my family. But all I gave her was pain. How did she bear all those cold nights by the poolside? How did she tolerate my anger, grabbing, pushing when she was innocent all the while? She loved me. Yes, she loved me to such an extent that she kept questioning the reason for our marriage without complaining about the hurt. But do I really deserve her love?

Arnav drove aimlessly through the empty streets of Delhi till late night. He could not gather the courage to face her. How was he going to apologize to her when he could never forgive himself? But he had to see her, touch her, soothe her pain. He had hurt her enough and now it was time to repent. To beg for, if not forgiveness then a chance to make it up to her for the rest of his life. To shower her all the happiness that he had taken away from his Khushi. But did he even deserve that chance? His SUV came to a standstill outside the huge gates of Shantivan. He slowly trudged up the staircase to his room. Fear overcoming his entire body as to see the hurt in her eyes again. He walked into his room to see it empty. Panic mounted through his entire frame. He ran a desperate hand through his hair and looked outside the windows. There she sat on the floor, curled into a ball, staring at the pool water aimlessly. Her body stiffened immediately and he realized that she knew he was here. He saw her swiftly get up and walk through those gigantic windows avoiding looking at him. He looked at her tear streaked face and his heart twisted in his chest.

There are no more questions. Only statements. I have lost her. I have hurt her to the point till she cracked and crumbled to pieces. I would never ever be able to join all those pieces together. And even if I did they would leave those ugly scars of my repulsive behavior towards her. But she is my life. How will I survive if I let her go? Damn it! Even now I am thinking about only myself. What about her happiness? All I have ever given her is pain, hurt and regret. She deserves better. She deserves to be as happy as she makes others. I can't see the pain she is going through. My every action is going to haunt me forever. But how will I breathe without her? She has become the center of my existence, the purpose of my being. No! No! I can't let her go. I will make it up to her. Every single day, every single moment I shall beg her for forgiveness. Mend her broken heart with all the love I have. Fill up those scars with all my heart and soul. From now on, I shall live only for her. 

He saw her pulling out the poster of Salman Khan, the stars and the wind-chimes. The loud noise of the wind-chimes echoing through his hollow heart and then going to a complete standstill. Dread and silence filled up his room. What was she doing? No, she could not take all this happiness away from him. He hated his barren room now, colorless, lifeless. Just like it had been before Khushi had entered his life. A machine without a heart, which was now on the verge of freezing. He saw her petite body walking slowly to a corner to put her things in her bag and she turned towards the door. Just when he thought of holding her hand to stop her she looked at him directly into his eyes. His heart stopped beating with what he saw there. Or actually what he didn't. There was no happiness, no smile, no fear, no anger, no hurt, no pain. There was nothing in them. Just hazel orbs boring into his defeated ones. She pulled her gaze away from him, and he saw her retreating back walk out of his door leaving him in the deathly silence of his room. Silence once again.

Kaatonsi chubhti yeh dooriyan,
jaane yeh kaisi majbooriyan,
yaad aati woh shaitaniyan,
par milti hai sirf khamoshiyan...


PART 1 - Above

PART 2 - Page 11

PART 3 - Page 22

PART 4 - Page 31

PART 5 - Page 44

PART 6 - Page 54

PART 7 - Page 64

PART 8 - Page 74

PART 9 - Page 84

PART 10 - Page 94

PART 11 - Page 106

PART 12 - Page 120

PART 13 - Page 129

Epilogue - Page 141

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My Arhi Index : Mints Madness

Edited by mints23 - 7 years ago


Posted: 9 years ago
Loved the dedication! 

Will comment...loudly soon! are a genius and you need to write a book! 

I loved how you gave us a treat of both their point of views on the same situation ...
I love the way you have described her state of mind, not only emotionally but also physically ...the part about her limp body and hair lacking lustre painted such a visual effect of her anguish and turmoil.
So intense seems her grief as she remembers all the times in the past where Arnav has humiliated her, given her pain and hurt her , the jibes the taunts but those times paled in comparison to her her present feeling of heart cries out for her and with her ! 

I love how she recollects the past...his flirting, his kisses nor his incomplete " farak padtha hai" her dilemma about letting him know about Shyam's truth..his forcefully marrying her...but this accusation had finally managed to achieve what all others in the past had not...her breakdown! 
I love how she suddenly realised that she was angry with him, anger and betrayal ...for his reasons for this marriage,...which was a result of his thinking of her as such a low person who would indulge in an affair with a married man and that too his sisters husband, the same family who she loved and considered her own, whose happiness she put above hers, that he did not consider her worthy of an explaination , to bother with her side of the story and chose to think the worst of her while trusting Shyam...betrayed by her own feeling for him...through all this she always loved him...even when she was trying to figure out his reasons for hating her, her tears and her sorrow, she did not when and how but yes she did know she did love him...

I loved that she can see the logic and facts inspite if her state wondering why he could not, did me not know that she was engaged to someone called Shyam? Her anger towards him totally justified for not even checking the facts before coming to his conclusions for which she has had to pay in so many ways...the disgust she feels for being the reason for the heinous crime he thinks her capable of committing ! 

I absolutely loved how the immense pain she felt just comes out by through her tears to a point where she is sobbing hysterical for everything's like a dam breaking ...finally. Her tears her only solace...So numbed by this pain is she, that she feels she feels nothing after a point! It was written so well, so much depth of emotions each word like magic creating this image to me of a Khushi who has finally given up, her spirit and soul broken. I wanted to run and hug her...
I love how she recollects the  past where she shared so many meaningful  moments with him...atleast meaningful for her...she questioned even those moments...they intense eye locks, his arms breaking her fall at so many instances, their moments during the wedding...the kisses...was it possible for him to think that all that was a pretence and fake? His possessiveness and his jealousy...which gave her hope were now reduced to nothing! 

His attitude and his behaviour making her sleep outside while he slept comfortably inside...and I loved how she feels he that he is obviously still sleeping cause had he been awake and his eyes open or he would have been able to see so vividly the ramifications of Shyam's actions! 

And yet through all this, she feels him the moment he comes close! But this time her body and mind are in sync and do not betray her and she feels nothing! So much so that when their eyes do make contact and she reads his emotions, those which would have earlier caused her grief, even those dont move her...
 It was so heart breaking to see her take out all the symbols of herself that she once put in the room , her body language suggesting the  contrast from the time she puts them up...
Leaving his room and him heart devoid of any life and empty! 

Arnav on the other hand, a product of circumstance created by his anger, his love for his sister and misunderstanding...he knew he had made the biggest mistake of his life and he knew from one look on her face that he had completely misread the situation of that night on the terrace and his guilt and regret for not acting more rationally...of not taking a more informed decision instead of coming to a conclusion in haste which had caused him to lose the love of his Khushi! 
He remembers the incident where he had to console, her after what now seemed her revelation of Shyam's truth..when she runs away on being introduced to him...suddenly he sees light ...I am glad you made him use his brains now  at least...I always missed that on the show...
I loved how he realises that he had wronged her badly and no amount of regret and apologises would redeem him, in his eyes! 

I loved how he realises her worth her selflessness her love and beyond everything her ability to spread happiness...which now he has destroyed all by one wrong judgment ! 
I loved how he introspects ...i love the feeling of fear he has..he is scared to even ask himself is worthy of her love, but he knows he cannot live without her and will do whatever it takes to win her back ...he realises that she has been the strong one all along, return for his behaviour she only gave him love...asking himself how he could have ever doubted his Khushi...surely he should she trusted her more than he did...she was pure! He should have known that what she stood for! 
He regrets all his actions, he just does not know how he will face her and how will he ever be able to ask for her forgiveness for all that he has put her through...he feels regret at crushing her dreams and aspirations ! 

I loved how he watched her remove the stars, the chimes and the poster and feel life being sucked out from him with each move...his shame and guilty written so beautiful I felt like I was watching the drama unfold in front of my eyes ! Take a bow! 
And finally when their eyes do make contact...he sees nothing! Her soul bare...her sprit gone and only silence and solitude left pretty much the same condition of his heart and life! 

It was just so mind blowing that I have go on and on...but seriously I just loved it...thank you for the dedication...! 
Oh and loved those poems meaningful and apt here! 
Edited by vandana.sagar - 9 years ago
Posted: 9 years ago
That banner is so haunting, Mints
I shall read and then comment later...
Knowing you, this is bound to be fantastic as well...

Mints, what can I really say? You wrote what I wanted to see on the show.

Thank you.

I have been late in commenting, mainly because I really do not know what I can say in response to this beautifully expressed narrative.

Seriously, girl, for someone who claims to only like writing light-hearted romance, you rocked with the intense portrayal of emotions here! I loved the fact that you gave us an in-depth look at the emotional maelstrom that both of them must have gone through, during that scene. The incomplete feeling that I was left with while watching this particular episode is finally gone, after I read your version, Mints.

For a long time, after the show ended, I was unable to watch anything related to IPK. The lack of proper closure or whatever one might call it – I could not watch VMs, any scenes, let alone entire episodes, without feeling pain. It's only recently that I started watching VMs – but I still do not have the courage to watch episodes.

I have to confess - I couldn't finish reading KHAMOSHIYAN the first time, because I started crying. I had to pause and go back to it a few times, before I completed reading it. Each word and line was such an acute and sensitive glimpse into their inner thoughts. I felt their pain like it was mine.

Bien hecho! Brava, mi amiga!

I have written a tribute to your beautiful story and to Vandy for being the truly inspiring friend she is.
Posting it in another post - its too darned long!!!!!!Ermm
Edited by chitrajay - 9 years ago
Posted: 9 years ago
Originally posted by chitrajay

That banner is so haunting, Mints
I shall read and then comment later...
Knowing you, this is bound to be fantastic as well...

Thanks Chitra!! Smile
Posted: 9 years ago
Wow! This was simply awesome!
I had lump in my throat while reading this!

You have described the state of their being so well!
I am gonna nominate this for Best Sad OS.

You should definitely continue in next parts :)

Edited by dj_arshifan - 9 years ago
Posted: 9 years ago
Beautifully written...:)
Posted: 9 years ago
Posted: 9 years ago
Its always a pleasure to read anything you write and once again you have done a fabulous job,  pls do cont. if you can.thanks a ton for the pm

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