He is the son of an affluent Zamindar family residing in Lahore, India in the time off - 1940's. Driven by his love for academics and literature, Arnav Singh Raizada at 27 years of age had chosen to work as a Literature professor at Oxford Universit...
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14. Out in the Open
Later that Night – 10:00PM
At a Busy Restaurant in the heart of Amritsar City
Khushi's POV
Ladies and gentleman, do not ever underestimate the cooling affect – off a splash of icy cool water. It works wonders. It always helps!! Which is why, I must continue to splash my face a few more times.
Until five days ago, I believed, my heart had already done a fairly good job at digging its very own grave- deep enough by feeling everything it already did for Arnav. I believed, my heart surely couldn't go beyond the point of digging, it already had. Why? Because, that particular threshold was already the deepest crux of emotion – I'd ever felt for any man. And, id wanted to find a way to control it all, remember?
But, I couldn't. I simply could not find a way to control the flow of my feelings just like my heart couldn't seem to stop the alarming, speedy progress, it continued to make in context of digging its own grave. Bit by bit. Moment by moment. Day by day, I seemed to have fallen deeper into the vortex of emotions for this man so much so - that its almost begun to feel - irrevocable. Actually, scratch out the almost. It already is – Irrevocable.
Oh perhaps, my mind suggests meekly, I should not have offered to hug him this afternoon in that one particular vulnerable intense moment. But I just couldn't help it, then. He looked so vulnerable and anguished after that call with bhai, it felt right to go with the flow. It just felt right...
And well, as right as it was, perhaps – that was quite a significant way to axe my own feet/or heart further – because now that I know what it feels like to have him in my arms, I just know, I cannot undo the feel of it. Ever. I simply cannot undo the feel of him in my arms. Ever..
I don't really recall which one of us – pulled in the other for that intense hug first. I don't really recall, which one of us was holding the other tighter/harder – because my mind was adaze but what I did know in my heart the very moment I first felt him in my arms was that – I was going to be haunted by that one particular moment - forever.
