Accidentally In Love- Chapter 2!
Oh btw, I have readers that only know English and so I will be typing up any dialogues that are in Hindi in English as well!
Song of the chapter: Sachiyan Sunaiyan- Lembher Hussainpuri Hahahhahahaha ;P
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ia8wRo63flk
Khushi adjusted her scarlet dupatta, tossing it back onto its place around her neck as she hurried out towards the car. She had told her Amma that she was going out with Anjali and after being cautioned to return back on time, she had been given permission to accompany Anjali. Anjali was sitting in the car, and glanced up upon hearing the sounds of Khushi's approach. She smiled invitingly, and leaned over to open the door for her. Khushi struggled to smile back and slowly sat inside, closing the car behind her, unbeknownst to her that she was about to go for the ride of her life.
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Arnav had never been more irritated in his life. Well... maybe he had but he was certainly irritated now.
"Where is she damn it?" he growled, under his breath as he continued to search the crowd of people congregated in his house for Khushi.
"Kaun Nannav? Who?" Arnav mentally groaned in annoyance. He knew that voice. He knew that fucking voice well. He slowly turned around to face NK, who was beaming so brightly that Arnav wanted nothing more than to punch his cousin till he bled from his overly stretched mouth.
"No one NK." Arnav ground out, sweeping the crowd for Khushi one last time, before he abandoned the cause and began to walk away, hoping he could reach the confines of his bedroom before NK caught up with him.
"Hey Nannav wait!" And it seemed that nobody wanted to fulfill an atheists aspirations today.
"Kaha ja rahe ho? Where are you going Nannav?"
"Marne. To die, damn it." Arnav muttered under his breath. He glanced up at the sound of NK's confused inquisitions for him to repeat what he had said.
"Nowhere NK. I have a deal I need to finalize. I'm going out for that. I was looking for Di to let her know that I'm leaving. Pichlee bar, itna bada issue bana diya tha. Last time, she made such a huge deal out of it." Arnav said louder, letting ASR seep into his voice. Already he felt more in control.
The panic he felt at not knowing Khushi's exact whereabouts began to fade slightly, it became a slight throbbing at the back of his head...and heart.
"Di? Di to Mandir gayi hai! She's gone to the Mandir Nannav!" NK explained and Arnav nodded and walked off, doing the last button to his blazer. ASR was back and had only one thing to say. Boy, was Khushi Kumari Gupta in trouble when he found her.
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The ride to the mandir progressed smoothly, without a mention of Shyam so far, as Khushi giggled as Anjali recounted the tale of a little boy called Arnav who thought he could jump off the terrace and fly simply because he was Arnav, and Arnav could do anything.
"Toh Anjaliji- Di, voh hamesha se ese hi the? He was always like this?" Khushi asked curiously, trying to hide her burning desire to know everything there was to know about Arnav. A soft, reminiscent smile graced Anjali's elfin features, and she nodded.
"Itne sakht to nahin. Par chote hamesha chote hi rahe hain. Not as strict, but he was always Arnav." Anjali laughed slightly, before the same sly smile from earlier slid over her face.
"Acha Khushiji. Humein aapse kuch puchna hai. I need to ask you something!" Anjali said and Khushi felt dread well up within her. Had Shyam said something? Did Anjali have the wrong idea?
"Aapko Chote kaise lagte hain? How do you feel about Arnav?" Anjali asked,casting another sly glance at Khushi whose head whipped around to focus on Anjali, cheeks bright red, upon hearing her question.
"Di yeh aap- k-kya?! What?" Khushi spluttered, wringing her dupatta around in embarrassment and Anjali looked gleeful.
"Haan, aapko Chote kaise lagte hain? Pasand hain yah nahin? How do you feel? Do you like him, or not?" Anjali repeated, and then waited on baited breath. Khushi got the impression that quite a few of Anjali's hopes and dreams rested on her answer to this question.
"Dekhiye- look-"
"Sach kahiye! Tell me the truth please!" Anjali tacked on as an afterthought. "Humare beech ki baat hai! Just between us!" she added.
"Voh- hum. Di- haan. Yes." Khushi finished in a whisper. She glanced up, shyly, at the sound of Anjali's delighted squeal.
"Really!?" Anjali gasped, in delight and Khushi nodded again before staring at her tightly clasped hands in her lap.
"Khushiji!!!!!" Anjali giggled happily, hugging her and Khushi smiled, a wide grin that radiated her namesake. However, it didn't take long for her smile to fade and turn to a tightly set grimace.
"Di. Humein bhi aapse ek bohot zaroori baat karni hai. I have to tell you something very important too." Khushi's tone must have betrayed the seriousness of the situation because Anjali calmed down considerably and grasped Khushis hand tightly.
"Boliye na! Tell me." Anjali said soothingly and Khushi took a deep breath before plunging forwards with the words she knew would change everything.
"Shyamji-"
"Aapke mangetaar? Your ex-fiancee?" Anjali asked and Khushi didn't answer. How was she supposed to answer? Yes, he was her ex-fiancee, but he was also Anjali's husband. What was she- she didn't know.
"Humare mangetaar Shyamji, aur aapke pati Shyamji ek hi insaan hai. My ex-fiancee Shyam and your husband Shyam are the same person." Khushi whispered and dropped her head again, this time letting the tears flow down her face. Oh god, Anjali would hate her for sure now. She would- Khushi's thoughts were cut off abruptly as she felt Anjali's hand slap her across her face. She gasped, as the searing pain of Anjali's ring cutting into her face, struck her and she cupped her hand to her face, shocked.
She glanced up, and her shocked tear filled eyes met Anjali's shocked and furious ones.
"Aapko pata bhi hain aapne kya kaha hai!?! Aapki himmat kaisi hui?! Humne socha tha- aap toh- Do you even know what you just said?!?! How dare you!? I thought- you-" Anjali cut herself off, breathing heavily as Khushi struggled to control her tears and bring herself together.
"Di-"
"Matt bulaiye humein Di! Aapka koi hak nahin hai! Don't call me Di! You have no right!" Anjali shrieked angrily again, and Khushi reached for her hand only to have Anjali snatch it back.
"Anjaliji- humari baat to suniye. Humein ek moka to deejye apne aap ki safiye dene ke liye? Please listen to me! Give me one chance to explain!" Khushi pleaded and saw Anjali glance at her, saw the battle that must have been taking place in her head and felt relief stream through her at Anjali's brief, shaky nod. Khushi stifled a sob with great difficulty, swallowed and began her woeful tale.
Trees flew by, and the driver wound down the road as worlds spilled from Khushi's mouth. Secrets kept sealed. Anjali continued to stare impassively at the seat in front of her for the duration of Khushi's explanation so Khushi was unable to gauge her reaction.
"Aur humne aapko iss liye nahin bataya kyun ki humnein aapki bechaini aur aapka pyaar dekha tha Shyamji ke liye. Humne socha tha ke voh badal gaye hain. Leken- leken voh- voh nahin badle. I didn't tell you because I saw your devotion for your husband and your love! I thought that he would change. But- he- he didn't." Khushi finished in a sob and buried her face in her hands and cried.
"Humein maaf kardijiye Anjaliji. Hum nahin chaahte the ke aapke dil ko koi tess ponche. Please forgive me, I didn't want to hurt you. Ever." Khushi buried her face farther into her hands and cried.
She gasped when she felt a hand on her hair and pulled her hands away from her face to see Anjali patting her hair with tears streaming down her face.
"Nahin Khushiji voh- galti unki- nahin Khushiji. No Khushiji, no. He- it's his fault- No, Khushiji." Anjali whispered, her voice mostly a sob. Khushi cried out, and her and Anjali embraced tightly. She felt Anjali dissolve into sobs against her and Khushi stroked her hair as she cried, her own eyes glued to outside the window, where she realized with a pang, that this was not the way to the Mandir.
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Arnav had a bad feeling. A very bad feeling. He didn't know why, but he felt dread rising in him at alarming rates. As though something was wrong .Very wrong. The feeling you got before doing something you knew was forbidden; something that would have serious repercussions, something you knew wouldn't end well.
Something like- marrying Mami when your mother had told you not to. Or giving birth to NK or bringing Lavanya home.
Something bad.
But then again, what could it be? There was a wedding going on at home and everyone was happy, Di happier than he had ever seen her. Khushi- she was- she was.... Khushi. They- everything was fine.
Passing them off as nerves for the 100 crore deal he was about to make in ten minutes time, he straightened his coat and entered the board room, turning off the emotion flowing from his throbbing heart. That was aching for him to go and protect someone. Protect Khushi.
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"Khushiji unhone aapke saath kuch- He didn't do anything to you did he?" Anjali asked awkwardly and Khushi felt another tear stream down her face at the thought of Shyam's sexual harrassment. It made her feel so dirty and unworthy of anyone.
"Nahin Anjaliji. Humein bohot bura lag raha hai. Hum- aapke saath- agar aap kahe na toh hum humari jaan dedenge. Aapka jee behlane ke liye. No Anjali I- I feel so bad! I would die if it would make you feel better. I just-"
"Nahin Khushiji, aap esa matt kaheeye! Don't say that Khushiji!" Anjali said quietly, squeezing Khushi's hand.
"Unhone humein aur aapko dhoka deeya, yeh unki galti hain. Aap- shukriya humein vaapas bevukuuf banne se bachane ke liye. He deceived both you and me, that's his fault. Thank you for saving me for looking like a fool again." Khushi smiled in relief and squeezed Anjali's hand back before glancing out the window behind her and gasping. What happened next came too fast for either Khushi or Anjali to realize.
The flashing headlights of a truck shone into Khushi's eyes and she realized with a pang that this entire trip to the mandir had been a set-up and the driver wasn't actually intending to take them to the Mandir.
"Khushiji kya hua? What happened-" Anjali began before Khushi screamed as the truck made a bee-line for them.
"ANJALIJI!" Khushi screamed, acting on pure impulse as she grabbed Anjali by the arm, shoving her out of the car, via the now opened door. Anjali screamed as she flew out of the car, only to tumble onto the grass lining the road. Khushi sighed in relief and vaguely heard the driver curse and jump out himself. Thank God, Anjali was safe.
The sound of the trucks horn brought Khushi out of her reverie and before she had time to react the truck had made impact with the car, crushing the metal into a heap.
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Anjali struggled to her feet, feeling blood gushing down her face, from the cut on her forehead, and screamed as she saw the car being crushed to a metal heap. The trailer swung forwards and slammed into the backseat of the car, where Khushi was, and Anjali gave a high pitched shriek of horror as the back was shredded almost completely.
"KHUSHIJI! NAHIN! KHUSHIJI! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP US! BACHAO!?" Anjali screamed at the desolate road before her, looking back and forth as she sobbed for help repeatedly, rushing towards the wreckage.
At the last minute she remembered her phone and searched desperately for it, finally finding the object strewn over the grass, and rapidly began to dial Arnav's number before she dropped the phone in shock at the sight before her.
An arm hung out from the window of the overturned car. A pale bloody arm, clad in very familiar looking choodiyan. Khushi's arm.
Oh btw, I have readers that only know English and so I will be typing up any dialogues that are in Hindi in English as well!
Song of the chapter: Sachiyan Sunaiyan- Lembher Hussainpuri Hahahhahahaha ;P
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ia8wRo63flk
Khushi adjusted her scarlet dupatta, tossing it back onto its place around her neck as she hurried out towards the car. She had told her Amma that she was going out with Anjali and after being cautioned to return back on time, she had been given permission to accompany Anjali. Anjali was sitting in the car, and glanced up upon hearing the sounds of Khushi's approach. She smiled invitingly, and leaned over to open the door for her. Khushi struggled to smile back and slowly sat inside, closing the car behind her, unbeknownst to her that she was about to go for the ride of her life.
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Arnav had never been more irritated in his life. Well... maybe he had but he was certainly irritated now.
"Where is she damn it?" he growled, under his breath as he continued to search the crowd of people congregated in his house for Khushi.
"Kaun Nannav? Who?" Arnav mentally groaned in annoyance. He knew that voice. He knew that fucking voice well. He slowly turned around to face NK, who was beaming so brightly that Arnav wanted nothing more than to punch his cousin till he bled from his overly stretched mouth.
"No one NK." Arnav ground out, sweeping the crowd for Khushi one last time, before he abandoned the cause and began to walk away, hoping he could reach the confines of his bedroom before NK caught up with him.
"Hey Nannav wait!" And it seemed that nobody wanted to fulfill an atheists aspirations today.
"Kaha ja rahe ho? Where are you going Nannav?"
"Marne. To die, damn it." Arnav muttered under his breath. He glanced up at the sound of NK's confused inquisitions for him to repeat what he had said.
"Nowhere NK. I have a deal I need to finalize. I'm going out for that. I was looking for Di to let her know that I'm leaving. Pichlee bar, itna bada issue bana diya tha. Last time, she made such a huge deal out of it." Arnav said louder, letting ASR seep into his voice. Already he felt more in control.
The panic he felt at not knowing Khushi's exact whereabouts began to fade slightly, it became a slight throbbing at the back of his head...and heart.
"Di? Di to Mandir gayi hai! She's gone to the Mandir Nannav!" NK explained and Arnav nodded and walked off, doing the last button to his blazer. ASR was back and had only one thing to say. Boy, was Khushi Kumari Gupta in trouble when he found her.
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The ride to the mandir progressed smoothly, without a mention of Shyam so far, as Khushi giggled as Anjali recounted the tale of a little boy called Arnav who thought he could jump off the terrace and fly simply because he was Arnav, and Arnav could do anything.
"Toh Anjaliji- Di, voh hamesha se ese hi the? He was always like this?" Khushi asked curiously, trying to hide her burning desire to know everything there was to know about Arnav. A soft, reminiscent smile graced Anjali's elfin features, and she nodded.
"Itne sakht to nahin. Par chote hamesha chote hi rahe hain. Not as strict, but he was always Arnav." Anjali laughed slightly, before the same sly smile from earlier slid over her face.
"Acha Khushiji. Humein aapse kuch puchna hai. I need to ask you something!" Anjali said and Khushi felt dread well up within her. Had Shyam said something? Did Anjali have the wrong idea?
"Aapko Chote kaise lagte hain? How do you feel about Arnav?" Anjali asked,casting another sly glance at Khushi whose head whipped around to focus on Anjali, cheeks bright red, upon hearing her question.
"Di yeh aap- k-kya?! What?" Khushi spluttered, wringing her dupatta around in embarrassment and Anjali looked gleeful.
"Haan, aapko Chote kaise lagte hain? Pasand hain yah nahin? How do you feel? Do you like him, or not?" Anjali repeated, and then waited on baited breath. Khushi got the impression that quite a few of Anjali's hopes and dreams rested on her answer to this question.
"Dekhiye- look-"
"Sach kahiye! Tell me the truth please!" Anjali tacked on as an afterthought. "Humare beech ki baat hai! Just between us!" she added.
"Voh- hum. Di- haan. Yes." Khushi finished in a whisper. She glanced up, shyly, at the sound of Anjali's delighted squeal.
"Really!?" Anjali gasped, in delight and Khushi nodded again before staring at her tightly clasped hands in her lap.
"Khushiji!!!!!" Anjali giggled happily, hugging her and Khushi smiled, a wide grin that radiated her namesake. However, it didn't take long for her smile to fade and turn to a tightly set grimace.
"Di. Humein bhi aapse ek bohot zaroori baat karni hai. I have to tell you something very important too." Khushi's tone must have betrayed the seriousness of the situation because Anjali calmed down considerably and grasped Khushis hand tightly.
"Boliye na! Tell me." Anjali said soothingly and Khushi took a deep breath before plunging forwards with the words she knew would change everything.
"Shyamji-"
"Aapke mangetaar? Your ex-fiancee?" Anjali asked and Khushi didn't answer. How was she supposed to answer? Yes, he was her ex-fiancee, but he was also Anjali's husband. What was she- she didn't know.
"Humare mangetaar Shyamji, aur aapke pati Shyamji ek hi insaan hai. My ex-fiancee Shyam and your husband Shyam are the same person." Khushi whispered and dropped her head again, this time letting the tears flow down her face. Oh god, Anjali would hate her for sure now. She would- Khushi's thoughts were cut off abruptly as she felt Anjali's hand slap her across her face. She gasped, as the searing pain of Anjali's ring cutting into her face, struck her and she cupped her hand to her face, shocked.
She glanced up, and her shocked tear filled eyes met Anjali's shocked and furious ones.
"Aapko pata bhi hain aapne kya kaha hai!?! Aapki himmat kaisi hui?! Humne socha tha- aap toh- Do you even know what you just said?!?! How dare you!? I thought- you-" Anjali cut herself off, breathing heavily as Khushi struggled to control her tears and bring herself together.
"Di-"
"Matt bulaiye humein Di! Aapka koi hak nahin hai! Don't call me Di! You have no right!" Anjali shrieked angrily again, and Khushi reached for her hand only to have Anjali snatch it back.
"Anjaliji- humari baat to suniye. Humein ek moka to deejye apne aap ki safiye dene ke liye? Please listen to me! Give me one chance to explain!" Khushi pleaded and saw Anjali glance at her, saw the battle that must have been taking place in her head and felt relief stream through her at Anjali's brief, shaky nod. Khushi stifled a sob with great difficulty, swallowed and began her woeful tale.
Trees flew by, and the driver wound down the road as worlds spilled from Khushi's mouth. Secrets kept sealed. Anjali continued to stare impassively at the seat in front of her for the duration of Khushi's explanation so Khushi was unable to gauge her reaction.
"Aur humne aapko iss liye nahin bataya kyun ki humnein aapki bechaini aur aapka pyaar dekha tha Shyamji ke liye. Humne socha tha ke voh badal gaye hain. Leken- leken voh- voh nahin badle. I didn't tell you because I saw your devotion for your husband and your love! I thought that he would change. But- he- he didn't." Khushi finished in a sob and buried her face in her hands and cried.
"Humein maaf kardijiye Anjaliji. Hum nahin chaahte the ke aapke dil ko koi tess ponche. Please forgive me, I didn't want to hurt you. Ever." Khushi buried her face farther into her hands and cried.
She gasped when she felt a hand on her hair and pulled her hands away from her face to see Anjali patting her hair with tears streaming down her face.
"Nahin Khushiji voh- galti unki- nahin Khushiji. No Khushiji, no. He- it's his fault- No, Khushiji." Anjali whispered, her voice mostly a sob. Khushi cried out, and her and Anjali embraced tightly. She felt Anjali dissolve into sobs against her and Khushi stroked her hair as she cried, her own eyes glued to outside the window, where she realized with a pang, that this was not the way to the Mandir.
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Arnav had a bad feeling. A very bad feeling. He didn't know why, but he felt dread rising in him at alarming rates. As though something was wrong .Very wrong. The feeling you got before doing something you knew was forbidden; something that would have serious repercussions, something you knew wouldn't end well.
Something like- marrying Mami when your mother had told you not to. Or giving birth to NK or bringing Lavanya home.
Something bad.
But then again, what could it be? There was a wedding going on at home and everyone was happy, Di happier than he had ever seen her. Khushi- she was- she was.... Khushi. They- everything was fine.
Passing them off as nerves for the 100 crore deal he was about to make in ten minutes time, he straightened his coat and entered the board room, turning off the emotion flowing from his throbbing heart. That was aching for him to go and protect someone. Protect Khushi.
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"Khushiji unhone aapke saath kuch- He didn't do anything to you did he?" Anjali asked awkwardly and Khushi felt another tear stream down her face at the thought of Shyam's sexual harrassment. It made her feel so dirty and unworthy of anyone.
"Nahin Anjaliji. Humein bohot bura lag raha hai. Hum- aapke saath- agar aap kahe na toh hum humari jaan dedenge. Aapka jee behlane ke liye. No Anjali I- I feel so bad! I would die if it would make you feel better. I just-"
"Nahin Khushiji, aap esa matt kaheeye! Don't say that Khushiji!" Anjali said quietly, squeezing Khushi's hand.
"Unhone humein aur aapko dhoka deeya, yeh unki galti hain. Aap- shukriya humein vaapas bevukuuf banne se bachane ke liye. He deceived both you and me, that's his fault. Thank you for saving me for looking like a fool again." Khushi smiled in relief and squeezed Anjali's hand back before glancing out the window behind her and gasping. What happened next came too fast for either Khushi or Anjali to realize.
The flashing headlights of a truck shone into Khushi's eyes and she realized with a pang that this entire trip to the mandir had been a set-up and the driver wasn't actually intending to take them to the Mandir.
"Khushiji kya hua? What happened-" Anjali began before Khushi screamed as the truck made a bee-line for them.
"ANJALIJI!" Khushi screamed, acting on pure impulse as she grabbed Anjali by the arm, shoving her out of the car, via the now opened door. Anjali screamed as she flew out of the car, only to tumble onto the grass lining the road. Khushi sighed in relief and vaguely heard the driver curse and jump out himself. Thank God, Anjali was safe.
The sound of the trucks horn brought Khushi out of her reverie and before she had time to react the truck had made impact with the car, crushing the metal into a heap.
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Anjali struggled to her feet, feeling blood gushing down her face, from the cut on her forehead, and screamed as she saw the car being crushed to a metal heap. The trailer swung forwards and slammed into the backseat of the car, where Khushi was, and Anjali gave a high pitched shriek of horror as the back was shredded almost completely.
"KHUSHIJI! NAHIN! KHUSHIJI! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP US! BACHAO!?" Anjali screamed at the desolate road before her, looking back and forth as she sobbed for help repeatedly, rushing towards the wreckage.
At the last minute she remembered her phone and searched desperately for it, finally finding the object strewn over the grass, and rapidly began to dial Arnav's number before she dropped the phone in shock at the sight before her.
An arm hung out from the window of the overturned car. A pale bloody arm, clad in very familiar looking choodiyan. Khushi's arm.
:O Great chapter!! Can't wait for Arnav's reaction ;)
ReplyDeleteThank you Marina ;) Oh it will be something to see!
DeleteLoved the chapter! Can't wait for the next one! So intense!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it! I've already started it, so it should be up soon!
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