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...
When he turned back she was gone! Fear and panic fills his heart... "No, I can't let her go..Khushi!! How will I survive...I must tell her...".
He runs out... tries her phone to reach her, but she doesn't pick up. He is looking for her...anxious, desperate, frantic.
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Khushi found herself in the temple. Devi Maiyya the only support she can turn to.
Reaching her idol she collapses on the floor, alone, bereft, devastated. Her eyes pleading, full of tears but also an accusation in them. "Devi Maiyya, how could you do this to me.. why did my life turned out so? The one person I had faith in with every cell of my being couldn't even trust me...can I trust him now?"
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She broke into unconsolable tears, the only thing she can do in this hopeless situation, her agony seeming unending. "Where does one go from here...If he thinks so low of me...how will I breathe..." hum saans hi nahin le p...
She felt lifeless ... with every second losing hope, losing connection with the man who means what to her she has not yet been able to tell herself, but she knows he means everything... and possibly a bit more.
Just when she was drowning in the sorrow, spiraling down the darkness, about to lose herself forever ... a gust of wind rose, lifting her up, the awareness floating her being.
He stood before her on the temple steps.
His eyes found her, his lips moved just a hint, an involuntary rush of joy in his heart.. a smile, almost. Eyes lighting, a relief..then tears...
A sadness and a longing in the air, a yawning distance between them.
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He called out, treaded towards her, lips trembling a bit, unsure...
"Khushi..." intimate, special every time, a connection, an appeal..
Relief gave way to anger, he is ASR afterall, "Don't you ever ever do this to me again...Samjhi tum [understand]"!?!
