winning her

chapter 3

Chapter 3--

As the train carrying Khushi and her family pulled out of the station, Arnav stood on the platform, watching helplessly as the love of his life disappeared into the distance. His chest felt constricted, his heart heavy with pain and regret.

The echoes of their last conversation reverberated in his mind, the hurt and rejection in Khushi’s eyes haunting him. He had pleaded with her to stay, to give their love a chance, but she had remained resolute in her decision to leave.

With a heavy sigh, Arnav closed his eyes, the weight of Khushi’s absence settling on his shoulders like a heavy burden. He felt a deep sense of loss, as if a part of him had been ripped away, leaving behind a void that he didn’t know how to fill.

Tears welled up in his eyes, unshed tears of sorrow and regret. He had let his pride and stubbornness drive Khushi away, pushing her into the arms of her family and away from him. And now, standing alone on the deserted platform, he felt more vulnerable than he had ever felt before.

Arnav sank down onto a nearby bench, his head in his hands, as the reality of Khushi’s departure hit him with full force. He couldn’t bear the thought of a life without her, of waking up every morning to an empty space where her laughter used to fill the air.

In that moment of vulnerability, Arnav allowed himself to finally let go of his defenses, to embrace the pain and heartache that consumed him. He closed his eyes and whispered a silent prayer..
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Khushi sat on the train, her heart heavy with the weight of her decisions. Beside her, her family – her parents and Buaji – sat quietly, the journey back to Lucknow filled with a somber air. The scene outside the window blurred as they traveled further away from Delhi, from Arnav, from the life she had known.

The memory of Arnav’s pleading eyes haunted her, the sound of his voice begging her to stay echoing in her mind. But Khushi knew that she couldn’t turn back, not when her family needed her, not when she had promised her father that she wouldn’t return to Arnav .
Sitting across from her, Shashi, Khushi’s father, observed her with concern etched on his face. He could see the sadness in his daughter’s eyes, the way her smile didn’t quite reach them, and it pained him to see her so lost and dejected.

Determined to bring a glimmer of joy back to Khushi’s face, Shashi cleared his throat and began to hum a familiar tune. Khushi turned to him, a puzzled expression on her face, as he continued to hum softly, a small smile playing on his lips.

Intrigued, Khushi asked, “ babuji, what are you doing?”

Shashi looked at her with a twinkle in his eye and said, “I’m trying to make my dear daughter smile. Remember how this tune used to brighten your day when you were a little girl?”

Khushi’s eyes widened in realization as she recognized the melody. A hint of nostalgia flickered in her gaze, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She leaned back in her seat, letting the music wash over her, soothing her troubled mind.

As Shashi hummed the tune, the atmosphere in the compartment shifted, the heaviness in the air lifting ever so slightly. The familiar melody of love and comfort filled the space between them, wrapping Khushi in a warm embrace of memories and affection.

And as the train journey continued, with Shashi’s soothing melody filling the air, Khushi felt a flicker of hope ignite within her, a belief that no matter what lay ahead, she would always have her father by her side, guiding her through the storms of life.


Arnav paced back and forth in his room, his heart pounding with desperation as he repeatedly dialed Khushi’s number. Each time the call went to voicemail, his anxiety and frustration grew, the fear of losing her forever gnawing at his insides.

As he tried once again to reach her, the door to his room swung open, and Payal stood in the doorway, her expression a mix of anger and betrayal. Arnav looked up, surprised to see her there, but before he could speak, she cut him off with a steely glare.

“How could you do this to my sister, Arnav?” Payal’s voice quivered with emotion, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “Using me and Akash’s marriage to manipulate Khushi into  marriage, to hurt her like this? I always respected you, looked up to you, but today, I can’t believe how low you’ve sunk.”

Arnav felt a surge of guilt and shame wash over him at Payal’s accusations. He knew he had made a grave mistake, allowing his pride and anger to cloud his judgment and hurt the woman he loved. He hung up the phone, unable to face his own reflection in the mirror.

“I never meant to hurt Khushi, Payal.” Arnav’s voice was hoarse with emotion, regret lacing his words. “I was afraid, angry, lost in my own pain, and I took it out on her. But I swear i love her.”

Payal’s gaze softened slightly at the raw vulnerability in Arnav’s eyes, but her voice remained firm. “It’s not enough, Arnav. Words mean nothing if they’re not backed up by actions. Khushi deserves better than this, and so does my sister. You have a long way to go to earn back their trust.”

As Payal turned to leave, Arnav sank down onto his bed, his head in his hands, the weight of his mistakes heavy on his shoulders. He knew that winning back Khushi’s love would not be easy, but he was determined to prove that he was capable of change, of growth, of becoming the man she deserved. And as the phone lay forgotten on the bedside table, he silently vowed to make things right, to fight for the love that had slipped through his fingers.

As Garima and Khushi began the arduous task of cleaning the dusty, neglected house in Lucknow, the air filled with the smell of stale air and memories. Khushi’s mind was far away, lost in a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts of Arnav. She scrubbed absentmindedly at the windows, her heart heavy with longing and regret.

Garima glanced over at her daughter, concern etched in her features. She knew that Khushi was still reeling from the pain of leaving Arnav and the turmoil of emotions that had followed. But there was a resilience in Khushi, a strength that Garima knew would see her through this difficult time.

“Khushi, beta, are you alright?” Garima’s voice was gentle, a soothing balm to the storm raging inside Khushi. “I know this must be hard for you, but we will get through this together. We are a family, and we will support each other no matter what.”

Khushi nodded, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “I miss him, Amma. I miss him so much,” she whispered, her voice raw with emotion. “But I know I have to be strong, for you and Babuji, for all of us. I can’t let my pain consume me.”

Garima enveloped her daughter in a warm embrace, holding her close as they stood in the middle of the dusty, dimly lit room. “We will get through this, Khushi. We will rebuild our lives, our home, and we will find happiness again. And who knows what the future holds? Sometimes, the path we least expect takes us where we need to be.”

Just then, the door creaked open, and Shashi entered, a bag of groceries in hand. His face lit up with a smile as he saw his wife and daughter standing together, united in their resolve to move forward. “I brought some food for us, and I also picked up some ingredients to make your favorite dishes, Khushi. Let’s make this house a home again, filled with love and laughter.”

As they set to work, the sound of laughter and chatter filled the once-silent house, a glimmer of hope shining through the darkness of loss and pain. And Khushi, her heart heavy but her spirit strong, found solace in the love and support of her family, knowing that they would weather this storm together, and emerge stronger on the other side.


Arnav paced back and forth in his  poolside, his mind consumed by thoughts of Khushi. He couldn’t bear the emptiness and pain of her absence any longer. Without hesitation, he picked up his phone and dialed Aman’s number.

“Book me a ticket to Lucknow as soon as possible,” he instructed firmly.

Aman, who was used to Arnav’s no-nonsense attitude, quickly confirmed the details and assured him that everything would be taken care of.

As the realization of what he was about to do sunk in, a mix of hope and fear filled Arnav’s heart. He knew that finding Khushi and convincing her to come back to him wouldn’t be easy, but he was determined to do whatever it took to make things right.

With a firm resolve, Arnav left his  Poolside  and began preparing for his journey to Lucknow, his heart racing with anticipation and anxiety.

Khushi walked briskly through the bustling streets of Lucknow, her mind preoccupied with the task at hand – buying bread for  breakfast. As she entered the crowded marketplace, the familiar sights and sounds of the vendors selling their wares surrounded her.

However, her peaceful stroll was abruptly interrupted when she overheard a group of aunties chatting amongst themselves.

“Did you hear? Khushi Kumari Gupta has left her husband’s house. Scandalous, I tell you!” one of them whispered loudly, her voice dripping with judgment.

Khushi’s heart clenched in her chest as she felt the sting of their words. Ignoring the gossiping aunties, she walked past them with her head held high, refusing to let their cruel words affect her.

She quickly bought the bread and made her way back home, her footsteps heavy with the weight of their accusations. Despite her best efforts to block out the hurtful comments, the gossip lingered in her mind, unsettling her thoughts.

As she reached her house, Khushi took a deep breath to steady her emotions, determined to not let the idle gossip of others bring her down. She opened the door and stepped inside, looking forward to the moment of peace and solace that awaited her within the walls of her home.

Khushi and Garima sat on the terrace, the warm sun beating down on them as they hung the freshly washed clothes to dry. Garima watched her daughter with a knowing look in her eyes, a question lingering on her lips.


Garima studied Khushi’s pained expression, the worry evident in her eyes. “Are you still angry with him, beta?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Khushi sighed, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. “I love Arnav, Ma. But it hurts that he didn’t trust me when I told him the truth about Shyam. How could he believe that I would lie to him?” she confessed, her voice laced with hurt.

Garima’s heart ached for Khushi as she listened to her words. She knew the depth of her daughter’s emotions for Arnav, and the pain she bore from his lack of faith in her.

Just then, a loud rumble filled the air as a plane flew overhead, casting a shadow over the terrace. Khushi looked up, her gaze following the path of the aircraft as a strange feeling washed over her.

In that moment, unbeknownst to her, Arnav stepped out of the plane at the Lucknow airport, a determined look in his eyes as he prepared to seek out Khushi and mend the broken pieces of their relationship.



Precap: ramaya vastavaya pro max going to happen.. with arshi tarka