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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Chapter : Tension between us
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It was a bright Saturday morning, and Khushi stayed sleeping in her bed. Khushal had already left early for his University campus and Aaron had left for his job. The Gupta's household was empty except for one girl, that is, unless you don't count the extra male ghost was floating around the house downstairs.
Arnav had waked up hours ago, early enough to see Khushal's car pull out of the driveway, and the older brother waking up and starting to make breakfast. Of course ever since his conversation with the eldest Gupta wasn't forgotten, but the two males hadn't talked ever since, sure, Arnav now knew Aaron was able to sense him whenever they were in the same room or when Khushi was around.
Now, he was downstairs, in the living room, glancing at pictures that were laid all over the house of Khushi when she was younger and when her mom had been alive. Pictures of Khushi ever since she was a baby up until now was scattered all around the house, pictures of her kindergarten graduation, her elementary graduation, dancing, everything was there. In one peculiar picture, a 2 year old, baby version of Khushi sat on the lap of shikha. Arnav couldn't mistake the mother's face for anything. The exact copy of the emerald eyes shared between the mother and daughter, and he couldn't forget the gentle smile he had seen when he had visited her with Khushi weeks before. Looking at Khushi's innocent smile, he wondered if she knew-even at that small age-that she would be dealing with things that would defy all human logic or that treaded beyond normality. Then again, she had said before she had been able to see ghosts ever since she was 3, ever since shikha had passed away.
He didn't know how long he had spent downstairs looking at the pictures, but he knew he couldn't help but wonder how different Khushi's life would be different if she didn't have the power she had now.
"Well you two wouldn't have met, that's one thing, and maybe all this shit won't be happening either." His mind told him, unknown to him, he had stood there for a while, staring blankly at a picture,
"You know, if you stare at a picture long enough, some say you can burn a hole in them?" an amused voice said behind him, "Don't look now, or is that a hole I see?" Arnav whipped around only to see Khushi's amused face staring back at him,
"Ok, you really need a new way of greeting people other than sneaking up behind them." Arnav breathed out silently,
"I guess that's a good idea," Khushi laughed, walking passed him and into the kitchen, "but then again, that would take the fun out of a lot of things." She concluded Arnav rolled his eyes, materializing into his visible form. He followed behind her, his eyes trailing her pink top and grey sweat pants, her long hair pulled into a pony tail,
"Not planning on going anywhere I see," Arnav smirked at her attire; Khushi rolled her eyes in return, padding over to the table where her dad had left some warm parathas and a glass of orange juice.
