Accidentally In Love
Arhi Fanfiction!
BTW ANJALI WILL NOT BE PREGNANT IN THIS FIC :)
Song of the chapter: Sun Zara - Lucky: No Time For Love
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORUCGjcedAg
Anjali watched as her brother was overtaken by his emotions. Watching him like this, and seeing Khushi,covered in her own blood, made Anjali so angry. She was hurt yes, very hurt, but more angry that he would stoop to the level that he had. How dare he hurt her family? Deceive them all? For what!? Money?! Power?! Despicable.
After what had happened to her mother, Anjali didn't understand how she hadn't seen this coming. How she hadn't practised caution. Perhaps, it was a trend for Raizada women to be hurt by the men they had loved unconditionally, the men they had given their all to.
But how she had trusted that snake. Given him all her faith, never questioned his whereabouts or sudden disappearances. Blind trust.
More than hurt, Anjali Raizada was angry. Up till today Shyam Manohar Jha had seen her sweet side. Now he was going to see that they didn't call her ASR's sister for nothing.
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The phone rang in the bustling Raizada house and Akash Singh Raizada, politely making his way through the congregated crowds, hurried towards it.
"Hello?" He answered, finally reaching it and picking it up off its cradle before it could stop ringing.
"Akash?" A feminine voice said from the other end, and Akash sighed in visible relief upon recognizing the woman speaking.
"Di? Thank god. Kahan hai aap? Aur Khushiji? Aap dono abhi tak ghar nahin ponche? Humne aapka phone kitna try kiya, pata hai hum sab kitne pareshaan teh? Where are you and Khushiji Di? We've tried your phone so many times, the two of you haven't reached home yet. We were all so worried!" Akash rushed out, waiting on tenterhooks for Anjali's answer.
"Voh Akash. Humara accident hogaya. Hum teek hain leken sirf Khushiji ke vaaje se. Unhone humein gaadi se dhaka deke apni jaan khatre mein dal ti. Akash, we got into an accident. I'm okay, but only because of Khushiji. She pushed me out of the car and put herself in danger. She's really badly hurt Akash! We're in Bhai Kanhaiya Hospital. Chote bhi yahin hai. Arnav is here too! Aap sab bhi ajayega. Leken Akash! Shyamji ko Khushiji ke zakhmo ke bare mein mat batana. You all hurry and come too please, but Akash! Don't tell Shyamji about Khushi being injured!"
Akash thought Di's request to be odd, but complied regardless. Anjali said she was hanging up, and Akash rushed off to find Dadi (paternal grandmother - Arnav's Nani) and Payalji.
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Arnav paced the halls of the hospital like a caged lion. Periodically, he would glance back up and assess the state of the glowing red bulb or interrogate a passing by doctor for information only to get a generalized response.
"Doctor! Khushi!? How is Khushi? Voh teek hai? Is she okay? Is she out of danger?" Arnav's tone was rushed and urgent and, unbeknownst to him, his eyes gleamed with his desperation for information.
"I'm sorry Mr. Raizada. It's difficult to say anything about the state of your wife at the moment." The Doctor's tone was sympathetic and he patted Arnav on the shoulder as he passed. His wife? Khushi- his wife? Arnav couldn't bring himself to dispute the doctor and simply nodded in response.
"Didi ne kuch nahin kiya Jijaji! Didi (Sister) didn't do anything Jijaji! (Brother-in-law)"
"Main Jijaji nahin hoon. I am not your brother-in-law."
"Toh honewale hai kya? So are you about to be?"
If only he had known. Oh if only.
If Di hadn't asked him to hold off on punishing Shyam, then the first thing Arnav would have done was pummel him into the ground and destroy his very existence for even thinking about hurting his Di and his- and Khushi. What on earth was Di thinking?! He knew Di didn't think that Shyam was innocent and she trusted Khushi, then why was she holding off Shyam's reward.
It wasn't long before Arnav realized that he wasn't going to get any information on Khushi, and Di returned to his side, that he sat down, laying his head on Di's shoulder and let his eyes well up again.
"Chote, aapko apna gham chupane ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Aapko to yaad hai na, mama ne kya kaha tha. Agar rohna hai toh khul ke rohdena chahiye. Mann ke liye acha hota hai. Arnav, there's no need for you to try to act strong. You remember what mom said, don't you? If you want to cry, cry openly. It's good for the heart." Di said soothingly, as she stroked his hair back from his forehead and Arnav gave a shaky sigh, managing to pull himself together.
He needed to be strong. Strong for Di. He sat up and straightened his vest, determined to be Di's pillar. He turned towards his beautiful sister and pulled her into his arms.
"I love you Di. It'll be okay. Bhura waqt beet gaya. Bad times have passed Di." Arnav whispered, stroking her hair as she cried silent tears.
"Hum teek hain. I'm okay Chote. I don't need him. I deserve better." Anjali whispered, taking a deep breath to compose herself. "I deserve so much better Chote." Arnav nodded in agreement and Anjali leaned her head on her brother's shoulder, knowing that he would always be there.
A nurse approached them and said that she needed to check Anjali over, she had a minor concussion, and Arnav stood to assist his sister. He offered to walk Di, but she waved him back, saying he needed to be here in case they had any information on Khushi.
Arnav slowly walked towards the operation theatre door and peered slowly through the window they had, for some odd reason, placed on the door. There was Khushi, bloody and unconscious. Arnav was reminded of the night he had carried her back to Lakshmi Nagar and squeezed his eyes shut, as images of a terrified Khushi haunted his mind.
Feeling himself losing control again, Arnav strode into the nearest bathroom, slamming and locking the door shut behind him. He leaned forwards, bracing his hands on the sides of the sink, breathing deeply. He glanced up at his own reflection and was shocked to see tears running down his face. Somehow, the sight of himself with no control, Khushi so badly injured, Di's pain, it all coupled together and sent ASR on a downwards spiral. Arnav lost all self control and let himself sob. He sobbed for the betrayal his sister had undergone. The harassment his love had experienced. His own regret, and guilt for not noticing any of it.
He thought he was so smart!? He thought that nothing got past Arnav Singh Raizada. Self made tycoon. A Mughul in the fashion world. How had he missed all these signs?! Now because of his stupidity Khushi could d-die.
She could be taken away from him forever, and it was all cause he was so fucking stupid.
"DAMN IT." Arnav roared slamming his hands down on the porcelain.
What hadn't he said to her?! How many times had he humiliated her, degraded her, hurt her?! He didn't deserve her. Damn it, he didn't deserve her, but that sure as hell didn't stop him from wanting her. Fuck, he wanted her so badly.
It was there, staring at his own tear stained reflection, anger flaring in his eyes, that Arnav Singh Raizada made himself another promise. The only other being to protect Di at all costs. He promised himself one essential thing. To care for Khushi, to cherish her, to protect her, to provide for her, and to keep her by his side for as long as he lived. To do whatever was necessary to get her to want to stay by his side.
Arnav nodded to himself, satisfied by his promise, and splashed icy water on his face to bring himself back. He shook his hair out, sending water droplets flying, and slicked his now slightly wet hair back.
He walked out of the bathroom and was greeted by the sight of the horrified Gupta's and Raizada's standing before him. Leading the procession, with a plastered on face of concern, was Shyam Manohar Jha.
Arhi Fanfiction!
BTW ANJALI WILL NOT BE PREGNANT IN THIS FIC :)
Song of the chapter: Sun Zara - Lucky: No Time For Love
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORUCGjcedAg
Time had never gone so slowly for Arnav. It felt as though he had been there, in the hospital, for years. The hands on the clock seemed to freeze in place, but rush ahead at the same time. He had no idea what to think. For the first time in his life, Arnav Singh Raizada had absolutely no control over himself. None.
The illuminated light bulb that signified Khushi's operation, tormented Arnav, taunting him with the possibility that it could easily steal the life of the woman he lo- the woman he... cared about. Countless times, Di had hurried over to him, worried over his lack of expression.
"Chote, humein aapse kuch zaroori baat karni hai. I need to tell you something very important."
Anjali whispered, as she delicately seated herself beside her brother.
"Kya hai Di? What is it?" Arnav whispered to his sister, his eyes remaining glued to the lightbulb that was still illuminated.
"Chote, voh- Shyamji ne humein. Unhone humei- unhone humein aur Khushiji ko marne ki khoshish ki. Arnav.. Shyam he- he- he tried to kill Khushi and I. Hum dono ko itna bada dhoka diya. Khushiji ke purane mangetar, Shyamji hi teh. He deceived us both so badly. Khushi's old fiancee was Shyam. He told her he was single, and forced her to get engaged to him. Khushiji- bechari Khushiji kept quiet for our sake, thinking he had changed. Itna kuch saha hai Khushiji ne humare liye. Khushi has taken so much for my sake." Anjali whispered, breaking down into sobs while Arnav stared at her, horrified.
"Di yeh aap- yeh aap kya keh rahi hai? What are you saying Di?!" Arnav gasped, reaching for his sister, pulling her towards him, as she cried into his frame.
"Haan Chote! Hum saach keh rahe hai! I'm telling you the truth! He did all this to Khushi and I! Pata hai Chote unhone Khushiji ko itna tang kiya, leken unhone kabhi kuch nahin kaha. Unse majbooran sagai karayi thi. Humein to humare liye utna dukh nahin ho raha jitna Khushiji ke liye ho raha hai. He harassed Khushi so much Arnav! I'm not crying for myself, I'm crying for what my blindness put Khushi through!"
Arnav felt a block of ice settle into his stomach. Khushi- she- she had - he didn't know what to think. She had kept silent? For how long? Arnav didn't want to think of everything he had said, had done to her when she had been forsaking herself for his sister.
"Jab tumhari sagai ko tute hue do hafte bhi nahin hue hain. When it hasn't even been two weeks since your engagement broke."
How he wished he hadn't seen the hurt in her eyes. The way tears welled up in those hazel depths. She stared at him as though he had put her through hell and he supposed that he, in some way, had.
How Arnav wished that he had read the pain in her eyes, the struggle. Had mustered up the courage to ask her what was wrong, and why she was upset.
"Ladka amir nahin hai kya? Isn't the guy rich?"
Arnav squeezed his eyes shut and balled his hands into fists. He was- how could he ha- Oh Khushi.
"I'm so, so, sorry Khushi." Arnav whispered, feeling the moisture well in his eyes.
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After what had happened to her mother, Anjali didn't understand how she hadn't seen this coming. How she hadn't practised caution. Perhaps, it was a trend for Raizada women to be hurt by the men they had loved unconditionally, the men they had given their all to.
But how she had trusted that snake. Given him all her faith, never questioned his whereabouts or sudden disappearances. Blind trust.
More than hurt, Anjali Raizada was angry. Up till today Shyam Manohar Jha had seen her sweet side. Now he was going to see that they didn't call her ASR's sister for nothing.
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The phone rang in the bustling Raizada house and Akash Singh Raizada, politely making his way through the congregated crowds, hurried towards it.
"Hello?" He answered, finally reaching it and picking it up off its cradle before it could stop ringing.
"Akash?" A feminine voice said from the other end, and Akash sighed in visible relief upon recognizing the woman speaking.
"Di? Thank god. Kahan hai aap? Aur Khushiji? Aap dono abhi tak ghar nahin ponche? Humne aapka phone kitna try kiya, pata hai hum sab kitne pareshaan teh? Where are you and Khushiji Di? We've tried your phone so many times, the two of you haven't reached home yet. We were all so worried!" Akash rushed out, waiting on tenterhooks for Anjali's answer.
"Voh Akash. Humara accident hogaya. Hum teek hain leken sirf Khushiji ke vaaje se. Unhone humein gaadi se dhaka deke apni jaan khatre mein dal ti. Akash, we got into an accident. I'm okay, but only because of Khushiji. She pushed me out of the car and put herself in danger. She's really badly hurt Akash! We're in Bhai Kanhaiya Hospital. Chote bhi yahin hai. Arnav is here too! Aap sab bhi ajayega. Leken Akash! Shyamji ko Khushiji ke zakhmo ke bare mein mat batana. You all hurry and come too please, but Akash! Don't tell Shyamji about Khushi being injured!"
Akash thought Di's request to be odd, but complied regardless. Anjali said she was hanging up, and Akash rushed off to find Dadi (paternal grandmother - Arnav's Nani) and Payalji.
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Arnav paced the halls of the hospital like a caged lion. Periodically, he would glance back up and assess the state of the glowing red bulb or interrogate a passing by doctor for information only to get a generalized response.
"Doctor! Khushi!? How is Khushi? Voh teek hai? Is she okay? Is she out of danger?" Arnav's tone was rushed and urgent and, unbeknownst to him, his eyes gleamed with his desperation for information.
"I'm sorry Mr. Raizada. It's difficult to say anything about the state of your wife at the moment." The Doctor's tone was sympathetic and he patted Arnav on the shoulder as he passed. His wife? Khushi- his wife? Arnav couldn't bring himself to dispute the doctor and simply nodded in response.
"Didi ne kuch nahin kiya Jijaji! Didi (Sister) didn't do anything Jijaji! (Brother-in-law)"
"Main Jijaji nahin hoon. I am not your brother-in-law."
"Toh honewale hai kya? So are you about to be?"
If only he had known. Oh if only.
If Di hadn't asked him to hold off on punishing Shyam, then the first thing Arnav would have done was pummel him into the ground and destroy his very existence for even thinking about hurting his Di and his- and Khushi. What on earth was Di thinking?! He knew Di didn't think that Shyam was innocent and she trusted Khushi, then why was she holding off Shyam's reward.
It wasn't long before Arnav realized that he wasn't going to get any information on Khushi, and Di returned to his side, that he sat down, laying his head on Di's shoulder and let his eyes well up again.
"Chote, aapko apna gham chupane ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Aapko to yaad hai na, mama ne kya kaha tha. Agar rohna hai toh khul ke rohdena chahiye. Mann ke liye acha hota hai. Arnav, there's no need for you to try to act strong. You remember what mom said, don't you? If you want to cry, cry openly. It's good for the heart." Di said soothingly, as she stroked his hair back from his forehead and Arnav gave a shaky sigh, managing to pull himself together.
He needed to be strong. Strong for Di. He sat up and straightened his vest, determined to be Di's pillar. He turned towards his beautiful sister and pulled her into his arms.
"I love you Di. It'll be okay. Bhura waqt beet gaya. Bad times have passed Di." Arnav whispered, stroking her hair as she cried silent tears.
"Hum teek hain. I'm okay Chote. I don't need him. I deserve better." Anjali whispered, taking a deep breath to compose herself. "I deserve so much better Chote." Arnav nodded in agreement and Anjali leaned her head on her brother's shoulder, knowing that he would always be there.
A nurse approached them and said that she needed to check Anjali over, she had a minor concussion, and Arnav stood to assist his sister. He offered to walk Di, but she waved him back, saying he needed to be here in case they had any information on Khushi.
Arnav slowly walked towards the operation theatre door and peered slowly through the window they had, for some odd reason, placed on the door. There was Khushi, bloody and unconscious. Arnav was reminded of the night he had carried her back to Lakshmi Nagar and squeezed his eyes shut, as images of a terrified Khushi haunted his mind.
Feeling himself losing control again, Arnav strode into the nearest bathroom, slamming and locking the door shut behind him. He leaned forwards, bracing his hands on the sides of the sink, breathing deeply. He glanced up at his own reflection and was shocked to see tears running down his face. Somehow, the sight of himself with no control, Khushi so badly injured, Di's pain, it all coupled together and sent ASR on a downwards spiral. Arnav lost all self control and let himself sob. He sobbed for the betrayal his sister had undergone. The harassment his love had experienced. His own regret, and guilt for not noticing any of it.
He thought he was so smart!? He thought that nothing got past Arnav Singh Raizada. Self made tycoon. A Mughul in the fashion world. How had he missed all these signs?! Now because of his stupidity Khushi could d-die.
She could be taken away from him forever, and it was all cause he was so fucking stupid.
"DAMN IT." Arnav roared slamming his hands down on the porcelain.
What hadn't he said to her?! How many times had he humiliated her, degraded her, hurt her?! He didn't deserve her. Damn it, he didn't deserve her, but that sure as hell didn't stop him from wanting her. Fuck, he wanted her so badly.
It was there, staring at his own tear stained reflection, anger flaring in his eyes, that Arnav Singh Raizada made himself another promise. The only other being to protect Di at all costs. He promised himself one essential thing. To care for Khushi, to cherish her, to protect her, to provide for her, and to keep her by his side for as long as he lived. To do whatever was necessary to get her to want to stay by his side.
Arnav nodded to himself, satisfied by his promise, and splashed icy water on his face to bring himself back. He shook his hair out, sending water droplets flying, and slicked his now slightly wet hair back.
He walked out of the bathroom and was greeted by the sight of the horrified Gupta's and Raizada's standing before him. Leading the procession, with a plastered on face of concern, was Shyam Manohar Jha.
