The Controlling Lover (ON HOLD)

Chapter Thirty Five

"I can't take it anymore. I'm leaving you."

Two short sentences, and that was all it took to make Arnav's world come crashing down. He was somewhat confused as to why, but he knew one thing and that was that he couldn't let Khushi go.

Ironic, huh?

Khushi turned away, tears streaming down her cheeks, and she stormed up to her room. She took out her bags and luggage and started to pack up all of her stuff. Seconds later, Arnav came in and watched in horror as Khushi packed.

"Why are you doing this," Arnav asked.

Khushi didn't listen to him, and brushed past him as she ran upstairs to the dressing room to get any stuff she left behind in there.

Arnav followed behind and simply looked at her. "Khushi, why are you doing this?"

Khushi sighed and looked at the floor. "It's not your fault your mother committed suicide. If it's anyone's fault, then it your fathers." She looked up at him, tears pooling in her eyes. "You have to stop blaming yourself Arnav!! You don't realize how much your mother loved you!"

Tears escaped and she wiped them away.

She scoffed. "I feel bad for her, actually, since her son doesn't believe in the love she gave him. Then again, he doesn't believe in anyone's love, he just shoves everyone away."

Khushi rushed past Arnav again, nudging him, and went back to her room. Taking everything she could manage, she took her stuff downstairs to the main floor. Etta heard the commotion and came peering in. Khushi took her bags and rolled them out, heading to the foyer to go onto the main landing.

Arnav only followed behind, feelings crawling into him. He didn't want her to leave. In fact, he was feeling something crumble. The dark walls around his heart began to crumble, revealing his red, beating heart. It was as if he hadn't been feeling his heartbeat for a long time. The rare times he did feel it was only because of Khushi. Khushi made him feel alive - she allowed his heart to beat. The walls broke off, and his heart was in full rhythm.

Dhak-dhak! Dhak-dhak!
Dhak-dhak! Dhak-dhak!

Khushi had not only made him feel alive, but had helped him realize something he should have a long time ago.

"Khushi, please don't leave," Arnav called out, running into the foyer as Khushi went onto the landing, calling the elevator.

"Khushi please, you can't leave! I love you!!"

Khushi's hand hovered over the already-pressed button. "It's too late to stop me this way, Arnav."

"Khushi, please, don't leave me," Arnav cried.

The elevator dinged and the door opened. Khushi walked in with her bags and Arnav ran towards it.

"Khushi, no, stop! Please stay," he cried as ran to the elevator.

The doors were already shutting, and the last thing Arnav saw of her was her tear-stained face.

"No," she cried. "I love you," and the doors shut, taking Khushi away.

Arnav stood frozen still. He stared at the elevator doors, completely motionless.

Etta slowly came out and looked at him, "Sir?"

Arnav snapped back to reality and looked at the floor. Without a word, he walked right back into the penthouse. He stood still in the foyer, looking at the apartment around him. Suddenly, it seemed very big and spacious and above all - lonely. Memories of him and Khushi flashed before his eyes, one after the other. Unable to take it, he headed to the media room to shut off what had started the fight in the first place.