33. Sense of Ending
"I am sorry." Arnav says softly.
"I am sorry too." Khushi replies.
They don't expand on their apologies. Just that it's said, is enough.
"We've come a long way from our old lives." He says.
"Less than a year ago, my biggest worry was finding funds for post grad." She feels nostalgic.
"And now you are a zombie hunter." He says with pride. He has seen her body first hand, closely and intimately to notice how the physical scars on her body have replaced where innocence once shone. He has taken her apart just with his hands and tongue, and watched her slowly stich herself back up. She is made up of too many sharp edges for anyone else to get near. In moments like these, the edges soften and the old Khushi bleeds through.
"As you are." She trills. "One day we are going to go out and not come back. Isn't that a sad fact of our life?" She asks.
He shrugs. "Once you come back and see people you love, you thank for being alive for yet another day."
"Do you have to contradict me every time? And when did you start talking like a romantic sap?" She huffs in annoyance. He laughs.
"Remember the first day we met?" He asks a moment later.
"Payal tried to kill herself that day because the guy she liked dumped her. Now look at her." Khushi cocks her towards courtyard where Payal is playing volleyball with handful of soldiers.
"I keep thinking what if we didn't meet. What if I decided to stay near my sister's room? What if I didn't go to grocery store that day? What if you called me a creep and didn't give me your address and number? You know?"
"What are you suggesting?" She asks, surprised at this outburst.
"I never did impulsive things Khushi. However every interaction I initiated with you was impulsive. Don't you see?" He is working himself up to something that she cannot understand.
"See what?"
He smiles softly. "If you see how the events have unfolded, we are all together at this moment is because I had an impulsive moment."
Khushi laughs. "Aren't you giving us a little too much credit?"
He joins in her laughter. "Maybe. But it's a nice thought."
"Guys?" Akash interrupts, looking rattled. "Arjun is back. Arnav, you should see who he brought with him."
Sharing a look, Khushi and Arnav sprint to the hanger.
Sitting on a crate and covered in blanket, was Anjali.
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