This is a Short Story related to Arnav and Khushi's contract/hate marriage track.
On their wedding night what if Arnav couldn't bear to let Khushi sleep outside in cold Delhi air? Can there be a different end to the torturous night? Can he really ha...
Happy Valentine's day 2022🌹 ... And Happy Arshi Wedding anniversary 😍
This is so not the chapter for the occasion... Wait maybe this is! 😛
Okay I can't wait for you to see how the story progresses! So completed the next chapter as soon as I can... it's 4am here btw! 😪
Disclaimer: Some of you might not like it...you have been warned!! *Mature Content*
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The enchantment is broken again by Aman's phone call. Arnav excuses himself to find a quiet place and enters their bedroom.
"File kahan hai [Where's the file]", he looks around for it needing to refer something from the document.
His thoughts go to the mad wife who he was sure had messed with his things and hidden the file somewhere... he recalls her saying in that cute Khushi way, if you irritate me I will hide everything. Knowing her and suffering as he has over the past few months, he was willing to believe it.
But he found the file on the desk and completed the call.
He made to go with a definite smile on his face as he thinks of his crazy wife, what he'd been thinking, huh!
While he was turning to go, his eyes catch a pink shiny wrapper peeping out of a drawer.. a generic middle class habit to save even the gift wraps. A tenderness entered his heart as he thought of her weird quirks, "pagal hai..[she's crazy]" he made love to her in three syllables.
In that frame of mind loving her with a glint in his eyes, he pulled out the paper, sparkly and tacky...and lifted it up to read a card... "to Khushi," his voice just curious... "With love," he is getting angry, nose flares, eyes go steely, and through clenched teeth... "Shyam!" short, clipped furious.
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And just like that, ASR from the night of the wedding was back... eyes marble like, disconnected and focussed with shards of anger.
The calm is shattered, the love he had just felt evaporated from his eyes...only to be filled in by the unbearable image, theindeliblepal [moment]... his love plastered against another man's body.
Anger, pain and hurt came rushing back and he reached for his familiar territory... gussa...without it coping is impossible.
Picking his car keys he left from there.
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A white suv sped in the night... his space, his escape vehicle. ASR had to go find his head again.But memories cut in... all painful, and he skidded to a halt.
In a lucid string came her thoughts.Thoughts of the girl his heart yearned for, who gave him sukoon,whom he wanted to give all her haq on him just an hour ago.
