Tug, turn, thud.. a lovestory

Haunted

"Rut..ta..tut..tut..tut..tut..tut".. the sound of pearls dancing on stone is haunting my peace.

Whenever I let my subconscious take over my mind, I jerk awake as a dori is snapped by the jerk of my hand, scattering the row of pearls on the cold hard floor. 

A frightened set of eyes were accusing me of things I didn't know I was capable of. 

In a way, she had every right. I had locked her away in a dark room for hours ignoring her pleads and explanations, when she tried to run away, I had twisted her arm, and yanked her back to myself. Things were said and then I proceeded to yank the string that held her blouse in place.

I can't breathe, who has sucked out all the air from my room. I go to the poolside to fill my lungs. I run my fingers through the hair to get a grip. Yes, she deserved it, how dare she say that my sister's marriage will be broken. So I broke her dori, her self respect, take that. She crossed a boundary and I crossed another. Hisaab barabar. [Tit for tat.]

Hands clenched I pace through the poolside. I stop to think, was I rash.. maybe. Was I wrong? Never. It was her fault to ruin my show and, on top of that, utter disturbing things about my family, my Di. 

"Galti bhi use aukaat dekh k karni chahiye thi [She should've made a mistake that she can afford]", gritting my teeth I conclude.

I had first thought she was a spy sent by the business rivals to disrupt my show. She may have been innocent in that but I know girls like her... she must have had some other agenda. Otherwise of all the places, how can she just fall into my arms. Oh the media had a field day. Afterall, I am ASR. Girls love to just throw themselves at me. It must have been the dream moment for her. Ah..maybe that's want she wanted after all, to get famous, using me. I fume at that thought, fisting my hands.

I shut my eyes to take a deep breath, and her tear-stricken face bombard my vision again. Why? Why can't my mind let this go. I open my eyes slowly and enunciate every word so that my mind could hear.. once and for all.

Arnav Singh Raizada ko kisi ladki se koi fark nhi padta! [No girl makes any difference to Arnav Singh Raizada]

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Author's note:

Hi lovelies, I'm back with another Arshi short story. My heart kept tugging me to explore Arnav's thoughts on their interactions and I wanted to see what I can come up with. 

Hope you like it.

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