Arshi Ki Duniya!! ✔

- ABMKH 2

Thank you _Alice_13_ for always being there for me and helping me...
Love you. ❤️

Arnav skidded to a halt upon reaching the desired floor. His heart beat going insane as he looked for the room in which Khushi was admitted.

Stopping before Room 201, Arnav took a deep breath, trying to calm down his racing heart. Gulping, he knocked and pushed open the door. There, he saw a sight he never ever wanted to see in his whole life.

Khushi was lying on the bed. Her eyes were closed and just from standing at the door, Arnav could see how lifeless she looked at that moment. Her left arm was enclosed in a cast, while a drip was attached to her right arm. Her face was so pale that tears welled up in his brown orbs.

What have I done to her happy soul? His remorse knew no bounds. The moment he saw the broken bangles, nuptial chain and garland lying down on the floor, with blood droplets, his heart was clenched. And seeing Khushi before him in this state only made the tightness increase tenfold in his chest.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped towards her. His thoughts making his insides churn. What if? What if something happened to her when she was unconscious?

Another step closer to her.

What if someone took advantage of her unconscious state?

His breathing hitched as he neared her.

What if she met with an accident?

A tremor ran through his body as he stood right beside Khushi's bed. Her sleeping self just before his eyes, her warm body just within his reach.

He slid down on his knees, clutching the bed. His tears finally broke the barrier and rushed down his cheeks. He was so close to loose his Khushi.

Yours? A voice mocked him, making him go still. Since when she has become yours, huh? His inner self chastised him.

His lower lip trembled as he raised his head and looked towards Khushi's face. He could see tears mark on her cheeks, and a faint red hand-print. He closed his eyes in pain as he relived the moment where Garima slapped Khushi straight across her face.

I am sorry. He whispered, as his voice broke towards the end. I never - he choked. I can't - he gulped. I am so sorry, Khushi. So sorry.

Standing up, he gently caressed her right hand, trying to feel her warmth and ensuring himself that she was alright. Doctor? He looked at her. I should ask him, make sure she's alright! Thinking this, he slightly leaned towards Khushi and placed a soft peck on her hair.

I will back in a while, Khushi. Please be safe. Softly caressing her head, he stepped away from her. Going backwards, he stopped at the door, and with a last glance towards her, he rushed outside trying to find the Doctor who treated her.

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As the door closed, Khushi slowly opened her eyes. She gazed at the door from where her so called husband just left. Her eyes held a strange kind of emotions. She was feeling extreme anger and rage over the whole situation.

Determined, she got up on the bed and shifted her legs to the side. Seeing the drip attached to her, she brought her right arm close to her casted arm, gripped the drip and pulled it out of her.

A jolt of pain ran through her body but her expressions didn't falter. It was like she was done bearing the pain.

She kept her feet down on the floor and made her out of the room. Her hand holding the small bag that was prior attached to her lehenga waist.