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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"Lakshman's my name." he said by the tree,
"I don't care." Arnav retorted, "What are you doing here, don't you need to go be someone's dog somewhere?" the ghost spat. Lakshman didn't get mad; on the contrary, he chuckled coldly, stepping out of the tree's shadows and into the moonlight. His charcoal coloured hair fell against his cold steel eyes as he strides towards him.
"Come on we're both ghosts, no need for the attitude." Lakshman said, spreading his arms wide, "Where's your mediator girl or what ever she is?" at that point Arnav couldn't help but wince, their conversation coming back to him,
"Ah… touched a cold spot have I?" Lakshman chuckled again in his menacing way, "I guess I can see why you hang around her, and she is very beautiful isn't she? Bet it's nice to stay around someone as… grown and mature as she is." He chuckled, "I wouldn't mind a few minutes either…" he thought, Arnav's eyes glazed over, he felt his anger boil at the man and quicker than a flash, Arnav had him pinned up against the tree, his right elbow up against the man's throat. Lakshman's face reflected, shock, pure shock for a second before it disappeared,
"What harm can you do to me huh? You think you're so tough? You made the wrong choice staying with the girl, and now she'll regret ever having met you." He growled before he disappeared from under Arnav. Arnav couldn't see where he was anymore, he looked around the park, but not a single ghost was there, but the last part he said scared him, worried, he dashed back to the house he just left.
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Khushi didn't go to dinner, like she said. She was fast asleep in her bed, the sky was getting dark and outside her window, the winds blew against the tree, and a cold shadow slipped into her room. Putting down his black hood, Aditya stared down at her sleeping face. Stepping up to her bed, he kneeled down,
"It's a shame you're a mediator." The guy said quietly, he ran a cold finger down her cheek and Khushi started to move, groaning softly.
"Arnav…" she whispered, Aditya continued to sigh,
"And it's a shame of all ghosts he had to be your 'one'." He said, both of his hands were on her face now, and slowly it slid down, down past her chin and around her slender neck, then his hands tightened. Khushi's eyes snapped opened, feeling her air flow stop,
"No!" she choked, her hands automatically went to the large hands that were gripping her throat. She thrashed around her bed she forced her eyes at the fact of her attacker, and chocked a gasp, "A-Aditya?" the room was starting to spin, she couldn't get enough air to her mind, the lack of oxygen was making her whole body weak, she didn't have the strength to summer her powers…
