What happens if the guy you truly love takes you for granted?
What happens if you are treated like a slave in your own house?
What happens if he accuses you of not trusting him when he doesn't trust you?
What happens if a guy has to choose between...
I stand there, stunned, as the reality of my situation sinks in. I have divorced her, I have no rights to her anymore. I'm no longer her husband.
Khushi (interrupting my thoughts): "Hello, sir... Shall we start the meeting?"
I don't move. I'm frozen, my eyes locked on Khushi's. The once warm and loving gaze now holds a cold, hard anger towards me. Her transformation is evident; the girl who once wore traditional clothes now dresses in modern attire and speaks fluent English. I feel a pang of guilt for how I treated her, for kicking her out of my life. I was a fool. I still am. I need her back. I'm determined to win back her love, even if it's the last thing I do.
Khushi (angry): "Mr. Arnav, if you're done staring at me, we have work to do."
I snap back to reality, struggling to focus on the meeting, but my eyes keep drifting to her. My concentration is failing miserably.
After 15 minutes
Khushi (angry) - Mr Arnav, stop staring at me.
Me (upset) - Khushi... I mean Khushi Singh Oberoi
Khushi (angry): "Look, Mr. Arnav, if it's anything personal, then please don't."
Me (earnestly): "I'm sorry! I know a sorry isn't enough, but I will do anything to win you back. I miss you. I'm no longer the same Arnavji you left... I—"
Khushi (interrupting): "How many times do I have to say this? I don't want to talk about anything personal, and a sorry isn't going to change anything. Mr. Arnav... I don't care if you're the same or not. I think you aren't well enough to handle the meeting. Bhai—I mean, Shivaay—will handle the meeting with you tomorrow."
As Khushi turns to leave, I instinctively reach out and grasp her hand. I need to apologise properly, to make her understand how deeply I regret my actions.
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I pull her gently towards me, my grip is soft and careful, ensuring I don't hurt her. We lock eyes, and for a moment, everything else fades away. The intensity of our shared gaze draws me in, and I can't help but lean in slightly.
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