He'd always loved Khushi. Just Her. He loved her then.He loved her - Now.Arnav Singh Raizada - had spent a major timeline of his life - believing, breathing and living this one eternal truth that surely served the anchor role within the cave of his...
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36 – Heart to Heart
As Khushi waited for Arnav to come to the terrace looking out at the dark skyline around just lit up with the housing lights of the area around, she couldn't help but let the flow of overwhelmed tears just flow off her eyes. He had been right. Arnav had been right, so very right in the premise he'd pointed out to her when they were on their way here – in the car yesterday night.
What premise?
That even though – so much of Lucknow had changed in these years – there was so much of it that still was the same. The feel of the city - still felt the same. She could also say the same – for their Orphanage surely. Even though it had been renovated in interiors since her last time being here drastically – the feel of it all – was still the same. The feel of Mini Maa's comforting arms+ Matthew Dad's heart-warming hold on her head as he consoled her when she wept, was still the same....
