RESISTANCE

Part 29

Morning rains,it was early morning, morning rays yet to bright shine.

Switching on bedstand lights, Khushi stirred , she successfully diverted his heavy arms from her, not a new thing, Arnav loves to hold her in his arms, he is very stubborn to leave her side of bed.

Khushi shot an appalling look at her sleeping husband, he's in deep sleep, light snoring.. now calmly sleeping on his side.

She loves this avatar of him...

He's calm, no worries lines .. he sleeps like baby...

He's kinda cutie pie in sleep.

Khushi  locked her eyes with his sleeping form. He'd changed alot. They had met in a disastrous event, they lived through a hard period, their relationship was not normal, they shared a bitter past , Arnav too have his own wounds,he rocked her life, with his malicious behaviour he had hurted her alot. Nowadays she's experiencing a  mild Arnav Singh Raizada. Maybe it's her illusion.. maybe not..who knows...!!

Arnav Singh Raizada.. for her , he's just doing his responsibility.

He's same  distant cold calculative negotiator.

Unless he's sleeping..!!

Arnav definition is,a devil without any emotional attachments.

Her mouth twitched with a  smile, their table clock shows ten more minutes to six AM.

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Khushi shrugged off her comforter, lazily leaned over bedstand.she doesn't have any sleep left, almost all night she wasn't sleeping at all..

She's messy with her own demons ,
Her daddy, mumma and their departure..that horrific night.. her survival, her parents death...!!
Once again after all these years everything felt like so real,so pathetic....

And her grandfather,the mighty Raichand, she loves him respects him, but there's still a void,a whole lot of longing of lost years.

Inhaling deeply Khushi averted her thoughts, the water jug is empty, she had been drinking it whole night, now there's no water left.

Crawling out of the bed, she started towards the kitchen. Quite natural nobody had awakened, yesterday night was bit lousy,an unexpected downpour. Atmosphere is still thick with humidity.

Early mornings have it's own charm, cool and promising charm..

Khushi tied her knitted robe, which was actually belongs to Arnav,it's bit loose but provides comfort.

She stopped her track, when she heard someone cleared his throat.

Her Oldman.

Senior Raichand.

Whom also covered in a heavy robe..moss green shirt peeking out, his proud profile wasn't her early morning expectation.

Rail lights directly shining over him. Obviously he's a big man.. but the hue around him gives him a special attention.

" Good morning..,"

Khushi stopped, raising her head she nodded, his sound is so familiar now, but she didn't help but surface the memory of her daddy.

Suddenly embarrassingly aware of loose sweatshirt and robe, which truly belongs to her hubby is bit out of box on her.

" Good.. good morning.."

She walk past to kitchen, Veer Raichand, smiled little..his authoritative voice trembles her inner self.

She clumsily poured some water into glass tumbler and drank down. Veer was amused by his granddaughter. Who's bit messy, but cute in antics.
His clumsy  cutie pie, something never change..!!