Author's Note: This is my only unedited book; the style of writing is thus different from what you might have seen in my other books. Compared to them, this book also has much more grammatical mistakes. Hope you enjoy it nevertheless.
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It's been a week since Arnav attempted suicide, a week since he was saved, a week since he gripped his illusions as a life saver and a week since he has been living apart from his family, in the fear that they will snatch his Khushi from him and send her far, very far away this time.
He never spoke to them again, after they prevented him from stopping Khushi and whenever they tried to initiate a conversation with him, he would communicate from his facial expressions, his eyes never leaving the face of person he thinks is with him, as if he knows she is a dream, which will fly away if he turns his eyes from her.
And after his suicide attempt, no one had the courage to even try and bring him into the reality. Therefore, he was still lost in that peaceful world of his, refusing to leave it and denying access to anyone who tried invading it. Even the doctors were on the verge of giving up, afraid, because they knew he will die, either by his illusion or by the reality, when the said illusion disappears. They feared he might detach himself from the external reality completely, forgetting everything except one person- Khushi.
"Anjali Didi?"
She jumped, turning to the owner of the voice to see Hari Prakash standing, his sorrowful eyes signaling towards the plate in his hands. She looked away for a brief minute, to wipe her damp cheeks before taking the plate from his hands with a slight twitch of her mouth. She looked at the food laying on the plate and wandered her gaze back at the figure sitting on the floor, his hands around the one who is not even there and his head resting on her shoulder. Her heart lurched, looking at him like that.
Hari Prakash followed her line of vision, stopping at the lost state of his Arnav Bhaiya and he turned around, wiping his eyes with his pink scarf hanging over his shoulders. As he made his way to the kitchen, he mentally prayed that at least today the plate of food will not return untouched.
"Di, if you want I can go and feed him." NK offered, his eyes looking at her trembling hands before they set on her face with a sigh.
"No, it-it's fine."
She walked up to the door, exhaling as she gave it a slight push so it was fully opened, revealing the figure inside fully, and as she took in his appearance, she knew he wasn't glad to see her.
She mastered the hurt on her face, as she saw him snuggling more into his Khushi with every step she took towards him.
"What are you doing here?"
She inwardly flinched at his indifferent tone, but plastering a smile on her face, she sat in front of him.
Tearing a piece of the puri, she dipped it in the curry and brought it up to his mouth.
"I prepared your favorite food today. Thought of feeding it to you with my own hands.." She croaked, looking at him expectantly who in turn gave her an impassive look.
