Let Me Heal You[Completed]

THE OS...

Ringing the bell for once, he stood outside the door patiently with his hands shoved inside his pants pockets and worried eyes glued to the floor. The distress lines etched on his extensive forehead and dark circles under chocolate brown orbs were hinting about the lately-spent sleepless nights and tiring days. Along with drawniness, one with a closer look could see the barely visible anger, hatred and hurt behind the thin sheen of tears. He clearly looked broken and worn-out.

"Arnav bitwa?"

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that, even the sound of door opening didn't snap him to real world. It was the soft and humane voice which actually drew his attention. Arnav looked up to find Garima Aunty standing by the door looking back at him with watery eyes.

"Aunty!"

"Bitwa, y-ou came? I tho--thought that you will also aba--abandon us lik--"

"No Aunty!" Arnav spoke almost immediately, interjecting the weary woman in between. "I would never ever do it. Heck, I can never ever do it. My life resides in her. How can you think that I will leave her or you guys alone?" He choked.

Garima sniffed and wiped away her eyes with the corner of her veil. "I am sorry bitwa. It's just that you didn't come to hospital neither to our house, that's why I thought.." She trailed off not knowing what else to say. "Anyways, come inside please."

Arnav nodded and stepped inside the house. Garima followed him, coming inside and closing the door behind but not before hearing some snickers and watching mocking glances of the neighbors. It wasn't new though. She and her daughter were facing them since last one week or so. Sighing tiredly, she ignored them and closed the door but before that, a callous remark fell in her ears which was clearly heard by Arnav too.

"Looks like that slut's another buyer is here! He looks very rich though. Just like Garima-ji and her whore of a daughter would have desired. Hey dude, do let me know how she tastes. Maybe I will give her a chance too." It was a filthy looking man who had shouted these words laughing pathetically.

Gritting his teeth hardly, Arnav turned around and stormed towards the door to move out when Garima came in front of him, halting his steps and hurriedly shut the door. With tearful eyes, she shook her head at him, pleading him to not go out.

"Aunty, let me go. That bastard needs a lesson. How dare he bad-mouth my Khushi?" Arnav snarled, glaring at the now-closed door with ferocious eyes. His eyes were red, dripping with fury. His hands were enclosed in a tight fist, turning his knuckles white.

"No bitwa, please no. Let them be. The more you will retaliate, the most they will bark. I don't want my daughter's character to be tarnished more."

Arnav tried to protest. "But Aunty--"

"Bitwa please." Garima interrupted him. "I know these people more than you. They will continue to waff until they don't get another topic. We can't stop them. I am facing this since last one week. Hum marnay waly ka hath to pakar sakty hain lykn bolny walay ki zuban ko nhi rok sakty.(We can hold the hand of the hitter but can't put a lock on the tongue of a speaker.) They won't stop by your anger. Let them do what they are doing. Don't react. Please. If not for anyone than for Khushi's sake." Garima pleaded.

Sighing loudly, Arnav nodded his head reluctantly and sat down on the single sofa. Throwing his head in hands, he rubbed his eyes roughly trying to block the stream of tears which was on the verge of leaking.