Arnav is the son of a legendary Indian cricketer and an aspiring cricketer himself. Or as the buzz in India says - just like his father- he is surely another cricketing star in the making.All his Life, Arnav's this very ambition off dawning the Blu...
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Prologue – III
The very second, Khushi had walked away from Arnav at the nature's retreat that year off them meeting, something in her gut had told her – that despite her mind wanting to think this through quite significantly – for the rest of the time frame of the next year – she'd most surely see herself walking back to him – at the same time, same place – next year.
Why was her gut implying this to her – in that moment?
For her gut knew – despite her mind waltzing to other practical tangents - that the very second – they'd finished having the conversation they'd had and he'd kissed her forhead intently after that vulnerable hug and wished goodbye – he'd somehow managed to sneak his way into her being – deeper that very instant.
As if – those vulnerable/raw moments – had, had some sort off an extra push through power? Maybe, it had everything to do with the way, he'd been so gracious and understanding about her situation. Hell, he hadn't even been angry for like a second. He'd just understood where she was coming from and had been so freaking gracious and patient about it – despite the bit – that she had surely hurt him a little at least in the moment – in some ways?
He surely could have lashed out in part-anger, reacted adversely, frustratingly, impatiently or just even be like – Dude, khushi, are you out of your mind? Have you forgotten - who I am?Most girls, would kill to be with me...so you better consider yourself lucky that I want to be with you....so...you better just answer me now..yes or no?.
Oh the bit that there had been no snobbery/ego play in his frame at all even in the face of her viewpoints/inhibitions- had obviously had a deeper impact.. on her......
Like just the fact, that he hadn't done like any of that and had instead been the example of gentleness, sincerity, understanding, graciousness and patience - had freaking just blown her insides away.He'd truly earned a very high spot of respect in her being with that!
