The Edge Of Never

Chapter 1 |Betrayal|

~Sometimes the person you'd take a bullet for is standing behind the trigger~

She was waiting, waiting impatiently for him to make an entrance through that grandly decorated door and walk in to marry her, take her with him after completing the last but the most integral ritual.

She could see the flames of the great conflagration dying down, making her loose hope but she still held tight onto her beliefs and waited for him to come and make her his wife.

She remained anesthetic despite the deafening screaming of her buaji, despite the hopeless faces of the people present, despite the invited guests leaving the incomplete marriage. Because she knew he'd come, he'd arrive, if not early than later, she still held firm on the trust she had in him.

And she was right!

He arrived, he arrived after having kept her waiting for so long.

But what was this she seeing?

He was bleeding. The blood from his forehead was dripping on his immaculate kurta puncturing holes in her heart.

Her feet swiftly carried her to him.

"What happened to you?" She whispered, touching his forehead to observe his wound when he stepped back causing her stumble as she'd put her weight on him.

Fear settled in her heart, insecurities rushed to her brain.

"Don't touch me!" That mere whisper from him had her tongue tied.

"What's wrong Arnavji? What happened to you? Why are you so...so injured?" She cried out loud, objecting his wish and caressing his cheek.

"I SAID DON'T TOUCH ME." He roared as loud as he could, frightening the fragile angel in front of him.

"Don't you dare touch me with those filthy hands that have the same blood running in them as this homewreker." He pointed towards her mother astonishing her beyond limits.

Why is he acting like this and how dare he talk about my mother like this?

"Do you even know what you're talking about? Don't you dare refer to my mother with such a disgusting term." She argued.

He took a glance first at her and then at Garima and broke out in a loud laughter.

"There comes the real slut that you are, defending another slut that is your mother. It must be easy for you both wouldn't it? First acting like some innocent nuns and then twisting men in your twisted tangles. You've learned well from your mother Khushi, very well."

That made her loose her mind. First he made a late yet abrupt entry and second he was going around saying such disgusting vile things about her and her mother.

She pushed him away not caring that he was wounded for he had badmouthed her mother and that was something she could never tolerate.

Everyone in that room gathered around them, scared to see them get physical with each other.

"What the hell is wrong with you? And who the hell filled your ears with such disgusting rumors? Why are you acting like....this? Why Arnavji?" She helplessly whispered the last part, breaking down.

"Why don't you ask your beloved mother that? Ask her if she was the one who caused my family to break apart. Ask her if she was the one who trapped my father. Ask her if she was the one who spoiled my sister's first wedding. Ask her if she....if she... was the one who... who compelled my mother to commit suicide."

Loud gasps lefts everyone's hanging mouths.

"No, this...this can't be true." Khushi whispered.

She looked at his face which looked to be set on fire.

"You're lying you fucking bastard. I can't believe I fell in lo-! I can't believe I trusted you. A man like you! Don't you have any shame dragging my mother in a matter like this." She shouted.

"Don't you fucking raise your voice at me like this ever again." He strode towards her and shook her violently. Everybody had their hands on him trying to stop him but his brutal hold on her wouldn't budge. As he released her with a force, her foot hit the last stair of the podium causing her to fall sideways and hit her head on the sharp corner.

NK was rapid enough to throw a punch at Arnav's face before leaning down to pick Khushi.

Everyone scolding him could be heard, they were pulling him as far away from Khushi as possible.

"Are you happy now, wrecking another home together with your daughter." He asked Garima who stood in front of him with tears escaping her eyes.

"Listen to me, everything that's been told to you is a lie. I was trapped by your father, I never ever meant your family or your mother any harm. I didn't even know you all existed. Your father told me he was a bachelor but the day I came to know about his real self, I left him." Garima explained her part at an accelerated pace only for him to laugh at her face.

"How much your story matches with your daughter who destroyed my sister's life. I'm pretty sure you must've trapped him too just like this Khushi." He looked at her. There was a small injury on her head most of it covered by blood.

He gulped hard for a minute looking at her form. The look broke his heart but the pain and the betrayal overshadowed that.

He'd marry her right now because though the hurt and the pain was overpowering, he knew he needed her. He was indeed a monster and he wouldn't back down before having her.

"Let's complete what we're here for, shall we?" He asked Khushi bluntly.

Upon no answer from her, he confidently strode ahead and held her wrist in a tight hold and marched further on top of the podium.

Seeing that the flame had died down he saw the matchbox laying at the corner. Lighting up a matchstick he threw it inside the wood. As the flames lit up, holding her wrist he started walking around it, dragging her with him.

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Yet another ArShi story from me. This one's especially for my dear friend HritaAkashi , who I'd promised to write a special story for ; )

This one won't be having a lot of chapter but do remember, part 2, 3 and further depends upon your feedback and votes. I am writing despite a very busy schedule and your support and feedback would mean a lot :)

Till next chapter,

XOXO