Fear of Falling in Love (Completed)✔️

40 conjuncture

Part 40 conjuncture

Arnav was suffocated to send Khushi from RM. The thought of sending Khushi itself collapsed him. He turned his face tightening his jaws. He saw his own reflection in the mirror. He walked close to the mirror and stood. he started debating.

"What the hell is happening with you? Why are you suffocating? Why can't you understand that Khushi can't be with you? Why won't you let her go away? Do you fall in love with her?" He asked gritting his teeth.

His face softened.

"She loves me. She needs me. She said she has no expectations of me. Though my past is bitter I'm sure Khushi will change my future. She has the capability to do that. why not give it a try?"

That was the first time, Arnav thought to give IT a try. Suddenly his facial expression changed.

"Don't do this Arnav. She is not an experimental mouse to give a try. You have seen many things in your life. you have never experienced well in your life. You are a wounded snake. You can't be sweet with Khushi. You will surely hurt her. She is a nice girl who deserves happiness. Don't spoil her life in the name of DAMN love. You can't love anyone... understand that. Don't try it on her. She has feelings... expectations... dreams... you are not a capable person to fulfill it... you just can't"

He closed his eyes. He cursed himself for not being able to let her go. He felt a shiver in his spine when he thought about sending her away from him. He felt like he was becoming an orphan. It felt like he was losing everything. He punched the mirror in anger, without thinking of the aftereffect.

Obviously, it created enough sound to bring Khushi to his room. after all, her room was next to his. Khushi rushed to his room and was shocked to see his bloody hand. in no time, she rushed to him and clutched his hand.

"What happened, Arnavji? How did this happen?" she asked restlessly.

She looked at the mirror and then at his hand. Arnav was looking at her face helplessly. Without thinking of anything, she rushed to the cupboard and opened it without his permission. There was nothing in her mind other than treating him. She searched for the First Aid kit and found one. She again rushed to Arnav. Clutching his hand, she pulled him to the bed. Making him sit on the bed, she cleaned the blood. Arnav saw her hands shivering. She tried to gulp her tears but she failed. A tear drop fell on Arnav's wrist. That shook him to the core. He looked at her speechlessly.

*Is she crying? *

Khushi didn't raise her head until she finished dressing. She went to the washroom not letting him see her face. she came washing her hands as well as her face. Arnav was reading her expression. he knew she washed her face only to hide her tears from him. According to him, TEARS were the most valuable thing in the world. Anyone can fake a smile but tears. Of course, people may spill crocodile tears to achieve something but Khushi was not that kind. Her feelings for him were genuine. He had no doubt about it. What feared him was, his own self.

"What have you done?" she asked suppressing her anger.

Arnav didn't answer. He could not. She would ask the reason for his foolish act.

"Why did you break the mirror? What did you see in it that you got angry to this extent?" She asked searching for an answer in his eyes where there was only regret.

"Why Arnavji? Why are you hurting yourself?"

Arnav gulped down.

"Apart from everything, if you really think I'm your friend, you can tell me anything. I will try to give you a solution being neutral even though it is about ME"