ArShi One Shots [compiled]

OS | Choices

originally written and posted on May 6th 2012 on India-Forums;

Arnav Singh Raizada squirmed, sweating profusely.

"You don't have much of a choice. You know what they say, to get something you have to sacrifice something!" Shyam Manohar Jha's voice echoed in the dark room. His eyes shone in the dark with the success of his brilliant plan.

"Choose Arnav!" He seemed impatient and frustrated with the mysterious silence hanging in between.

He didn't know how to react. As far as logic related the event, it was only suppose to happen in alternate realities. If there was one thing he hated the most, it was being confused and questioning himself in a helpless situation.

"This is absurd Shyam! If you want money then you can have half the share in it!" He spoke confidently showing off his boredom in the process.

"No Arnav! Just money won't do! Now choose!"

"Jeez, Shyam! My life depends on this! Lemme think!" Sweat prickled down his forehead. His head was filled with uneasiness. How in the world can he choose between the two important women of his life! his attempt to play the game light was going down the drain.

He looked into the eyes of his sister to see helplessness engraved in them. Her baby face asked for a shoulder to lean on. The fear in her eyes was more than evident. His gaze shifted to his wife. He had disappointed her too much to do anything more. Her face held no expressions yet here eyes were pleading him not to chose her. He nibbled onto his lower lip trying to make up his mind.

"You have 10 seconds left! Do it fast before I kill both of them in front of you Arnav!" Shyam exclaimed fiercely through his gritted teeth.

"Di!" His eyes were fixed on his wife as they communicated through their eyes,"I'm taking Di."

"Good choice Arnav. Taking Khushi again from me would have cost you more than this." He moved forward roughly taking off the tape from Anjali's lips and cut the ropes tying her hands and feet.

His heart was pierced with knives in that moment. No amount of remorse or guilt will bring him back to the ground he stood on. He gave his wife one last look and stepped out from there.

"Khushi!" he jolted up with her name escaping his lips. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat while his lips quivered along with his trembling body. He felt her sit up beside him rubbing her sleepy eyes, "Arnav ji! What happened?"

"Khushi" he let out a whisper, enveloping her in his arms.