Khushi Gupta is a normal 18 year old girl. Except She could see things. Things others couldn't. Arnav Singh Raizada is a normal 22 year old young man. Except for one fact, he is a ghost no one can see... but a normal 18 year old girl.
A Magical lo...
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Arnav with speed he didn't know he had-immediately went to catch the fallen girl. He gazed down at her sleeping face, and began to wonder.
Chapter 3: A Helping Hand
Khushi groaned, her limbs and muscles felt tired and her whole body ached. Her head felt dizzy, as if all the blood was drained from it within a matter of seconds. She tried to open her eyes, and immediately regretted it. Her room exploded in a blast of multi colours, she squeezed her eyes shut, and her hands immediately went to her forehead, trying to get the spinning to stop.
What ever that possessed her to counter exorcism on her first try, she made a mental note to never do it again. When she was sure the room wasn't about to spin around her like a merry-go-round again, she cautiously opened her eyes. This time-much to her relief-the room did not explode in colours; her room light was closed except for the pink lamp that stood on her night table. Crickets sang a song outside her window the moonlight filtered through her closed windows. It was night. She took a glance at her clock. It read 9:00pm. Rubbing her eyes, she slowly sat up and leaned her back against her head bored and stared down on her bed covers. Had she slept for so long? She remembered coming home at 3 with that ghost, ASR Arnav, yes that was his name. Then… the exorcism… they were talking with her mother… then she countered it…
"Must've taken a lot out of me." She mumbled to what supposedly was herself.
"Tell me about it. You've slept for 5 hours all ready, aren't you hungry at all?" a slightly amused voice came from the corner of her room. She looked up and saw Arnav materializing in the moon light that came from her window. She had to admit, the moonlight made his slightly transparent body glitter in her dark room.
"You wouldn't be saying that if you were the one who countered exorcise something." Khushi retorted tiredly, Arnav's expression softened slightly. Khushi took his silence as a good thing, and started to stand up, leaning herself on the wall. Who knew an exorcism would take so much out of a girl. Her legs felt weak and her body was probably shaking.
Arnav was looking at her under his chestnut bangs, leaning himself against the little corner he now called his sanctuary. He crossed his arms against his chest. He watched as Khushi continued to try to regain her balance. Arnav couldn't forget the forbidding chill and the seeping coldness that crawled deeper than his skin and into his heart; it chilled him to the bone. He felt so useless, so weak at that time, he felt as though no one in the world would be able to help him, yet, this girl, who was years younger than him, was alive or not protected him with a few uttered words and a brilliant white glow. Sighing, he strolled over, happy for the fact that he was actually able to grab hold of her and not just walk right through her. Khushi raised an eyebrow.
