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.
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Chapter 10: A visit
After escorting payal home-who still seemed to be slightly unstable and wobbly, but reassured Khushi that she would be fine in a few days Khushi and Arnav sat alone in Khushi's room, the past event in their mind.
"He knows who I am, where I live, more importantly, he knows my family, my friends." Khushi said in a distressed voice. "How can I do this if he's going to put my friends and family in danger?"
"Khushi we don't know that yet, for all we know, it could be a prank." Arnav said sternly though he was uncertain.
"Arnav, Payal just got brainwashed, by one flash of light. She doesn't remember anything about me being a mediator, about you... what if this is only the beginning?" The two stayed silent, not knowing what to do. What if this was only the beginning?
"We know he's someone close to you... he won't be able to know who you are or know payal's your best friend without being someone that knows you." Arnav said.
"I know what you're thinking, Aditya right?" Khushi asked. Arnav nodded,
"I'm not 100 percent sure, but ever since he arrived, strange things are happening. I mean, before all you had to do was deal with ghosts right?" he asked.
"Right and that's not strange at all is it?" Khushi asked sarcastically, "I'm sorry I understand what you mean." She corrected herself. "Maybe... I don't know... maybe I am not strong enough to do this..."
"Khushi stop this we've talked about it already!" Arnav said loudly, and then lowered his voice, remembering Aaron and khushal were still downstairs, "You were chosen so that means you are strong. If you just give up, then you're practically handing the victory over to him on a silver platter."
Khushi thought thoughtfully, looking around her room, as if trying to find some answers. Her eyes landed on the picture of her mother.
"Mumma was a mediator too." She commented.
"I know." Arnav said too quickly, Aaron's conversation with him popping up, "I mean you've got to inherit from someone haven't you? Obviously your father isn't one." He covers up quickly. Khushi shrugged,
"I guess, but maybe it's time to... seek a like mind." She carefully put, standing up and moving to her table. She took her keys from her table, and searched for something, until she pulled out a tiny, gold key. It was oddly shaped, like the ones you see in old times. She bent down to the lower drawer of her table, and unlocked it, taking out a soft pink velvet pouch. Opening it, she placed a hand in it, and took out silver coloured sand.
