Humdard | ✔

Chapter two - Flashback

She walked towards the terrace door with bated breaths. Her dupatta was in her grip as she fidgeted with it nervously before pushing the door open, a gasp leaving her as she looked at the decorations around.

She walked in, dazed by the beauty.

Anjaliji had shown her this part of the house before, it was beautiful then but now, it was breathtaking. Fairy lights, red roses, crystals, everything she ever loved was there, spreading their brightness and fragrance all around her.

She felt flutters in her stomach, as she thought about the one who did all this. She knew he wanted to tell her something since she came here and she had been equally eager to hear him, vaguely knowing what he was going to say. But now, after seeing all this, her guess was turning into confirmation, that maybe, maybe he feels the same way as her and tonight, may be the night of confession.

The thought brought moisture to her eyes and she broke into a smile through tears, touching the petals of the roses, her cheeks hinting its color.

But as she heard footsteps behind her, the smile dimmed. She knew it wasn't Arnavji, because if it was him then she would have known, like she always does. It's someone else.

She bit her lower lip in nervousness.

Is it Anjaliji?

What if she asks about these decorations?

Khushi exhaled, mentally preparing an excuse as she slowly turned around, only to have a sight that drained all the colors from her face.

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Arnav rolled his eyes as NK made another unfunny joke, then shot him a glare when he sulked asking him why is he always so callous. It felt like hours have passed since he has been stuck with this NK, who as if has vowed to drain all his brain cells out with his talks. 

He groaned, looking around for an escape when Akash marched into the room, seeking advise over his sherwani. He then smirked, cleverly diverting NK's attention towards his new found scapegoat and left the room with a chuckle as NK started analyzing every aspect of Akash's sherwani, giving the latter advises he never asked for.

He came out, his eyes darting in every direction to find her. The anticipation he had seen in her eyes earlier, has peaked his eagerness, to confess his actual feelings to her. He knows, for a fact, that even she feels the same way for him and he just can't wait to have her in his arms, without any conflict in himself.

And so when he finally saw her walking towards the terrace, he hurriedly followed her, only to be briefly interrupted by his sister. Making sure she was okay despite her minor injuries from her recent accident, he smiled and resumed his walk.

His heart hammered as he stood in front of the door, a hue of red registered on his face before he opened it. The sight greeting his eyes, however, froze him on the spot.

His smile fell from his face, as he watched his Khushi, in the arms of his jijaji. The confusion soon turned into sheer horror, as he heard his said jijaji's love confession, to the girl he was about to propose. 

His heart ceased beating when Shyam further revealed how he never loved his sister to begin with. Shock coursed through him and he shook his head, unable to believe what he was seeing, what he was hearing. 

He looked at Khushi with teary fearful eyes, who was still in Shyam's arms. His blood chilled, but as she pushed Shyam away, he felt himself relaxing just a bit, when she started shouting, asking the latter to leave his di.