Accidentally In Love
Arhi Fanfiction
Song of the Chapter: Kharku - Diljit Dosanjh Lmao :P
Sunday, 28 April 2013
Sunday, 21 April 2013
Accidentally In Love - Chapter 8
Accidentally In Love
An Arhi fanfiction
Song of the Chapter: Balam Pichkari - Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani
(I just love the song LOL)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WvN2Zlck24
An Arhi fanfiction
Song of the Chapter: Balam Pichkari - Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani
(I just love the song LOL)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WvN2Zlck24
Arnav returned in record time with the jalebis, blazing through hospital staff and sprinting into the crowded hospital room inhabited by one Khushi Kumari Gupta. AKA the woman who was in tons of trouble when she got better. Didn't she know what she meant to him?! How dare she put herself in dangerous situations?!
Arnav sighed and locked eyes with Khushi's hazel ones. Shoving past NK, who was enthusiastically acting out Salman Khan's new trailer, he walked towards her bedside.
"Yeh loh, tumhare liye. Tumhe Jalebiyan chahiye thi na? Here, for you. You wanted Jalebis right?" Arnav said lowly, holding out the paper bag full of the sweets to her. Khushi stared at him in surprise for a long moment, her doe eyes blinking, before she slowly reached out a shaking hand and grasped the bag.
"Shukriya. Thank you. Aapko sach mein laane ki koi zaroorat nahin thi. You didn't really have to go and get them."
"Nonsense," Arnav muttered gruffly, sitting down next to her and running a hand through his dark locks. His gaze bored straight into hers, and for a moment it was as though it was only the two of them in the room. (Rabbbbbbbbaaaaaaaaaaaaa veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee) Khushi's eyes widened at the sheer overflow of emotion in Arnav's caramel gaze and remembered all of his mother's words.
"Humare Chote aapko bohot pasand karte hain. Iss liye voh aapko apne pass nahin aane dete. My Arnav likes you a lot. That' s why he won't let you get too close."
The moment ended with a bang, literally, as NK tripped over the post of Khushi's hospital bed and plummeted to the floor with a screech of
"CATCH ME NANNAV!" Arnav deftly maneuvered himself out of the way, smirking at NK's fate.
"Haw! Nanheji! Aap teekh toh hain! Nanheji! Are you okay?" Khushi gasped, sitting up as far as she could in her hospital bed, leaning over slightly to check on NK, who was sprawled out over the floor. Akash and Arnav, who was snickering now, moved to help him up and Arnav's dark eyes fell on Khushi leaning over the bed to see the progress.
"Khushi!" he snapped sharply, and her eyes flew up to meet his.
"Ji?" she asked meekly, surprised at his sudden anger. His eyes blazed and he looked as though he was going to tear down the warpath.
"Tum- tumhara dimaag kharab hogaye hai kya? You- Are you crazy? Sit up straight! Kuch hojata toh! You could seriously hurt yourself! What if something happened!?" Arnav growled, surging forwards and correcting Khushi's posture immediately.
"Pagal. Crazy." He muttered, straightening her bed sheets and fluffing her pillows, while she stared at him in shock, Di smiled softly, Akash full out laughed, and NK struggled to his feet.
"Sorry Arnavji," Khushi muttered shamefaced, and Arnav nodded stiffly, staring down at her.
"Don't do it again." He said gruffly, before turning around and catching the knowing gaze of his older sister. He cleared his throat awkwardly, and walked out, slamming into NK on the way, effectively sending him back to the ground with another screech of
"CATCH ME AKASH BHAI!"
But once again...no one listened.
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Khushi felt flustered. There was no other word for it. Her entire family, and the Raizada family, were crowded all around her, some stroking her hair, some holding her hand, others massaging her legs, why on earth Buaji was doing this she had absolutely no idea, but Buaji's response to her inquiry had been the same as every other time and so she conceded.
One of the most shocking however, had been Mamiji and her sudden feelings of kindness towards Khushi.
Arnav sighed and locked eyes with Khushi's hazel ones. Shoving past NK, who was enthusiastically acting out Salman Khan's new trailer, he walked towards her bedside.
"Yeh loh, tumhare liye. Tumhe Jalebiyan chahiye thi na? Here, for you. You wanted Jalebis right?" Arnav said lowly, holding out the paper bag full of the sweets to her. Khushi stared at him in surprise for a long moment, her doe eyes blinking, before she slowly reached out a shaking hand and grasped the bag.
"Shukriya. Thank you. Aapko sach mein laane ki koi zaroorat nahin thi. You didn't really have to go and get them."
"Nonsense," Arnav muttered gruffly, sitting down next to her and running a hand through his dark locks. His gaze bored straight into hers, and for a moment it was as though it was only the two of them in the room. (Rabbbbbbbbaaaaaaaaaaaaa veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee) Khushi's eyes widened at the sheer overflow of emotion in Arnav's caramel gaze and remembered all of his mother's words.
"Humare Chote aapko bohot pasand karte hain. Iss liye voh aapko apne pass nahin aane dete. My Arnav likes you a lot. That' s why he won't let you get too close."
The moment ended with a bang, literally, as NK tripped over the post of Khushi's hospital bed and plummeted to the floor with a screech of
"CATCH ME NANNAV!" Arnav deftly maneuvered himself out of the way, smirking at NK's fate.
"Haw! Nanheji! Aap teekh toh hain! Nanheji! Are you okay?" Khushi gasped, sitting up as far as she could in her hospital bed, leaning over slightly to check on NK, who was sprawled out over the floor. Akash and Arnav, who was snickering now, moved to help him up and Arnav's dark eyes fell on Khushi leaning over the bed to see the progress.
"Khushi!" he snapped sharply, and her eyes flew up to meet his.
"Ji?" she asked meekly, surprised at his sudden anger. His eyes blazed and he looked as though he was going to tear down the warpath.
"Tum- tumhara dimaag kharab hogaye hai kya? You- Are you crazy? Sit up straight! Kuch hojata toh! You could seriously hurt yourself! What if something happened!?" Arnav growled, surging forwards and correcting Khushi's posture immediately.
"Pagal. Crazy." He muttered, straightening her bed sheets and fluffing her pillows, while she stared at him in shock, Di smiled softly, Akash full out laughed, and NK struggled to his feet.
"Sorry Arnavji," Khushi muttered shamefaced, and Arnav nodded stiffly, staring down at her.
"Don't do it again." He said gruffly, before turning around and catching the knowing gaze of his older sister. He cleared his throat awkwardly, and walked out, slamming into NK on the way, effectively sending him back to the ground with another screech of
"CATCH ME AKASH BHAI!"
But once again...no one listened.
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Khushi felt flustered. There was no other word for it. Her entire family, and the Raizada family, were crowded all around her, some stroking her hair, some holding her hand, others massaging her legs, why on earth Buaji was doing this she had absolutely no idea, but Buaji's response to her inquiry had been the same as every other time and so she conceded.
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"Uh Phatee- humra matbal hai Khussee....bitya," Mami forced the word out as though it pained her. "Ripped- I mean Khushi....dear, tum teekh toh ho naa. All ij wells no?" Khushi choked on the Jalebi she had been eating, Arnav had really gone and got the best ones, in utter shock, and coughed violently. Payal surged to her feet and the women gathered immediately began to offer her water and attempt to help her. However, as though he had received an electric shock, Arnav sprinted in, shoved past everyone, gently shouldering Buaji, he didn't have a death wish, and began to gently, yet effectively thump Khushi on the back.
"Pagal hogayi ho kya? Are you crazy?! Maine kaha tha na, be careful! Didn't I say it? Ab dekho- dhyaan se! Now look- careful!" His voice was deep and husky from lack of use, and Khushi blushed instinctively at the sound and his words. His large hands gently moved her into a laying down position and brushed an errant lock of hair out of her face. Their eyes met again for a moment and Khushi felt the thump of her heartbeat begin again. (RABBBA VEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE)
"Ab Khushi ko aram ki zaroorat hai. Agar mere ilava kisi ko iss kamre mein rehna hai toh bilkul chup rehna padega. Sabh log samajhgaye? Now Khushi needs rest. If anyone, besides me, wants to stay in this room, then you'll have to remain absolutely quiet, understand?" Arnav said sternly and Buaji opened her mouth to argue, only to be hushed by everyone else.
"Ji bitwa, sabh samajhgaye. Yes, dear, we all understand." Garima said soothingly and Arnav nodded and claimed the chair immediately by Khushi's bedside and ordered her to sleep. She blinked at him for a moment, her mouth twisting into a pout, but when his stern expression never wavered, she sighed and closed her hazel eyes. It didn't take Khushi long to fall into a deep sleep, the gentle rise and fall of her chest the only indication she was still alive. Arnav continued to gently stroke her hair, his eyes transfixed on her face, never moving away for a moment. The others smiled softly as this unconscious show of affection and simply let him have his moment.
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Arnav felt as though his heart had finally found a steady rhythm, the bubble of panic that had been rising within him had finally burst, and he could find peace.
Khushi's expression was peaceful and she mumbled something in her sleep, grabbing his hand and tucking it under her face. Arnav let a soft smile grace his features, and for the first time actually let himself feel the acute relief he felt at having her alive and kind of well. Fuck. She was so battered though. All these wires and bandages. Everytime she would wince, his heart would break more.
And as she turned in her sleep, gripping his hand tighter, and muttered his name under her breath, he promised her silently that he would always be there to catch her when she fell, take a bullet for her, give his own life for her. He would always protect her.
Khushi's expression was peaceful and she mumbled something in her sleep, grabbing his hand and tucking it under her face. Arnav let a soft smile grace his features, and for the first time actually let himself feel the acute relief he felt at having her alive and kind of well. Fuck. She was so battered though. All these wires and bandages. Everytime she would wince, his heart would break more.
And as she turned in her sleep, gripping his hand tighter, and muttered his name under her breath, he promised her silently that he would always be there to catch her when she fell, take a bullet for her, give his own life for her. He would always protect her.
Saturday, 13 April 2013
Accidentally In Love - Chapter 7
Accidentally In Love - Chapter 7
Song of the Chapter: Lily's Theme - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part II OST
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uI_9kZ2qZNE
To say that Anjali resembled her mother would be a massive understatement. The two women were the same in various ways, ranging from their appearance to their kindness to others. How a woman so gentle, could have given birth to a man like Arnav, Khushi would never understand.
"Aunty, par voh- aap- aapka beta pagal hai! Aunty, but he- do you- your son is a madman!" Khushi blurted out, without thinking. She yelped, clamping her hands down over her mouth.
"Khushi!" Her mother admonished sternly, and Khushi blushed, clearing her throat awkwardly. But Ratna laughed, she threw her head back and laughed, a clear high pitched sound, chiming like bells, like the trill of a mockingbird.
"Aapne sahi kaha. Pagal hi hai humare Chote. Humari galti ki saaza voh khud ko dete chale aye. You're right. My son is crazy; he kept punishing himself for my mistakes." Her face dropped, taking a tinge of sadness and Khushi, despite herself, felt a deep aching grief for this woman.
"Aapko pata hai Khushi, humne aur Chote ke pitah ne khudkhushi ki thi. Did you know Khushi, I committed suicide? Chote bas chauda saal ke the. Bache the. Arnav was only fourteen. A baby." Khushi gasped, and felt tears welling up in her eyes.
"Kaisa lagta hai jab sab kehte hain ke voh samajhte hain par koi kuch nahin samajhta?! How it feels when everyone says they understand what you're going through but no one understands anything?!"
She squeezed her eyes shut, tears streaming down her face.
"Aapne- unke saath- kyun? You- did that to him- why?" Khushi whispered, her heart bleeding for fourteen year old Arnav, left alone in the world, to support his sister and himself.
"Unke pitah ne humare saath bewafaiye ki thi. Humare saath aur kisi doosri aurat ke saath. Unhone uske saath sambandh rakhliye the. His father was unfaithful to me. Me and some other woman. He kept relations with her. Hum toot gaye the. Humne unhe apna sab kuch de diya the aur unhone humare saath aisa- I was devastated. I had given him my everything and he did this" she broke off and Khushi stared at her, a new level of understand for Arnav coming to light in her mind.
"Uske baad, voh admi apni ghatiya shakal humare bacho ko dikhane laik hi nahi rahe, aur voh bechari doosri aurat ko bhi unki asliyat pata chalgayi thi. Kahin ke nahin rahe... toh unhone bhi khudkhushi karli aur humare Chote hamesha ke liye toot gaye. After that, that man couldn't show his disgusting face to our poor children, and that poor other woman had found out his truth as well. He had nowhere to go, and so he committed suicide as well...and my poor baby closed himself off forever." Khushi felt her heart break in two as she imagined what he must have felt knowing that his father had done that.
"Humne humare Chote ko bohot kuch sehte hue dekha hai. Bohot dukh. Un mein jo badlaav ayein hain, unse sabse zyaada dukh humein hi hua hai. Humari galatiyon ki vaaje se Chote kya bangaye. I've seen my Arnav tolerate a lot. So much pain. The way he's changed has hurt me the most. It's because of my mistakes that my Arnav has become the way he is now."
"Humne unhe rote hue dekha, humare bina bade hue dekha. Apne aap ko doosro par ek bojh samajhte hue dekha. Aur humein bohot dukh hua. I saw him cry, I saw him grow. I saw him consider himself a burden to others, and it hurt me. Aapko pata hai, iss liye unhone Shantivan karidha, AR shuru kiya, crorepati bangaye. Do you know, that's why he started AR, bought Shantivan, became a millionaire. Apna karz chukane ke liye. To pay off his debt." Ratna finished, squeezing her eyes shut as tears streamed down her face.
"Arnavji - itna kuch- leken kyun? Parivaar vale toh unko bohot pyaar karte hain! Unka samhaan karte hain! Arnav- so much- but why!? The family loves him, and respects him so much!" Khushi spluttered. "Oh Arnavji," she whispered quietly, her heart aching for him.
"Kya meri maa mujhe dekh kar khush hai? Is my mother happy watching me?"
"Samhaan iss baat se hua hain ke Chote kya the, aur apne aap ko kya bana liya hain. Apni Di se itne Chote hain, leken ek maa aur pita ki tarah unhe sambhaala hai. The respect comes from what Arnav was, and what he has made himself. He's so much younger than his sister, and yet has handled her responsibility like both a mother and a father."
"Humein maloom hai ke humare Chote aapko bohot...pasand karte hain. Voh bass apne dil ki baat ko gusse ke parde ke peeche chupaiye rakhte hain. Unhe darr hain ki kahi voh aapko bhi na khodein. I know my Arnav...likes you a lot. He just keeps his feelings hidden behind a curtain of anger. He's scared that he may lose you too. So he doesn't want to bring you too close to him either."
"Humare bete ne kabhi bhi apne aap ko pyaar karne nahin diya. Akhir humne bhi unke pitah se pyaar kiya tha, aur dekhiye humara kya bangaya. Chote ko darr iss baat se nahin hai, ke koi unhe dukh ponchayega. Humare pyaare Chote ko darr iss baat ka hai ke voh kisi ko dard ponchayenge. Kisi ko voh dard denge jo unki pitah ne humein diya. My son has never let himself love. After all, I loved his father and what has become of me? Arnav isn't scared that someone will hurt him. He's scared that he will hurt someone. Give someone the pain his father gave me. He's scared that he will become his father. "
"Kya voh sach mein taare ban jate hain? Do they really become stars?"
"Leken Arnavji aise nahin hai- voh - But Arnav isn't like that! He's-"
"Yahin to aapko unhe yaad dilana hai bitya. Ki voh humare bete hain. Voh apne pitah nahin hai. That is what you must remind him darling. That he is my son. He is not his father!"
"Bitya, ab faisla aapka hai. Vaise hum to aapko apni bahooriya manne ke liye bilkul tyaar hai! Dear, now the decision is yours. By the way, I'm perfectly ready to accept you as my daughter-in-law. Bahooriya nahin, beti. Actually, not daughter-in-law, my daughter."
"Khushi bitya," her mother, who had been a silent observer before this, spoke softly, gently clasping her shoulder, "Tum jo bhi teek samjho vohi karo. Humari aur Ratna behen ki taraf se aapko koi dabaav nahin hai! Whatever you think is right, do just that! There's no pressure from me or Ratna."
"Maine socha maine tumhe kohdiya hai. I thought I lost you! Do you even know what I'm going through?"
Khushi had a decision to make.
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Arnav snarled irritably at NK who was once again attempting to pry him away from Khushi's bedside.
"Nannav, you have to eat! Your diabe-"
"NO! No, NK I don't. Is Khushi eating?! Is she even fucking awake NK!?" Arnav roared furiously, standing so suddenly that the chair he had been perched on was thrown backwards.
"Nannav, I understand-"
"NO! NO NK YOU FUCKING DON'T."
"Nannav, I just wanted you to know that.... no matter what happens... I'm here for you Nannav, mere bhai. My brother. The world is full of lurve Nannav-"
"I think you mean love NK," Arnav ground out, retrieving his chair and sitting again.
"Oh no Nannav, I mean LURVE. Cause what I feel for you mere bhai, my bro, is more than love, it's LURVE."
Arnav felt a surge of laughter build within him, which was ridiculous considering the woman he lo- considering Khushi was in this state.
"NK... go away for now. Please." Arnav said, supressing his laughter and softening his tone at NK's knowing expression.
"OK mere bhai, my bro. But I'm always here for you okay?" NK smiled and walked out and Arnav rolled his eyes.
Arnav kept a watchful eye on Khushi as the clock ticked and hours went by. His hair was disarrayed from running his long fingers through it repeatedly. It happened so fast, he didn't realize.
Khushi started to thrash, making whimpering noises from under her oxygen mask, her body flaying about. Arnav surged to his feet again his hands hovering uselessly over her form as her heart monitor went haywire.
"Khushi! Khushi I'm here now, don't worry! Khushi you're safe now, I'm here. I'll protect you. Khushi! DOCTOR!" Arnav roared, sprinting out into the hall, glancing left and right anxiously.
"DOCTOR! COME QUICKLY- KHUSHI SHE'S-" The Doctor sprinted in to the room and shooed Arnav out.
"But Doctor- my- she- Khushi - I have to- I have to protect her Doctor!"
"Mr. Raizada we'll do our best to save your wife, don't worry." The nurses shooed him into the hallway and Arnav spluttered incoherently, trying to see into Khushi's hospital room.
"HAW! NANNAV AND KHUSHIJI ARE MARRIED?!" NK gasped and before he could help it Akash snorted in laughter.
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It was a while later that the Doctors opened the door to Khushi's room again and Arnav sprinted forwards, followed closely by Payal, Garima, and Buaji.
"I don't know what to tell you Mr. Raizada. We don't know how to explain it."
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. TELL ME CLEARLY DAMN IT." Arnav roared.
"She's awake Mr. Raizada."
"Hai Re Nandkisore. Kaa hum uusee milsakhat hai? Can we meet her?" Buaji gasped and the Doctor nodded.
"Sirf do lok patient se mil sakhte hain. Only two people can meet the patient." The doctor said and Arnav whipped about to stare at him.
"BHAI! BHAI WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" Akash yelled, running into the hallway after him.
"Khushi!" Her mother admonished sternly, and Khushi blushed, clearing her throat awkwardly. But Ratna laughed, she threw her head back and laughed, a clear high pitched sound, chiming like bells, like the trill of a mockingbird.
"Aapne sahi kaha. Pagal hi hai humare Chote. Humari galti ki saaza voh khud ko dete chale aye. You're right. My son is crazy; he kept punishing himself for my mistakes." Her face dropped, taking a tinge of sadness and Khushi, despite herself, felt a deep aching grief for this woman.
"Aapko pata hai Khushi, humne aur Chote ke pitah ne khudkhushi ki thi. Did you know Khushi, I committed suicide? Chote bas chauda saal ke the. Bache the. Arnav was only fourteen. A baby." Khushi gasped, and felt tears welling up in her eyes.
"Kaisa lagta hai jab sab kehte hain ke voh samajhte hain par koi kuch nahin samajhta?! How it feels when everyone says they understand what you're going through but no one understands anything?!"
She squeezed her eyes shut, tears streaming down her face.
"Aapne- unke saath- kyun? You- did that to him- why?" Khushi whispered, her heart bleeding for fourteen year old Arnav, left alone in the world, to support his sister and himself.
"Unke pitah ne humare saath bewafaiye ki thi. Humare saath aur kisi doosri aurat ke saath. Unhone uske saath sambandh rakhliye the. His father was unfaithful to me. Me and some other woman. He kept relations with her. Hum toot gaye the. Humne unhe apna sab kuch de diya the aur unhone humare saath aisa- I was devastated. I had given him my everything and he did this" she broke off and Khushi stared at her, a new level of understand for Arnav coming to light in her mind.
"Uske baad, voh admi apni ghatiya shakal humare bacho ko dikhane laik hi nahi rahe, aur voh bechari doosri aurat ko bhi unki asliyat pata chalgayi thi. Kahin ke nahin rahe... toh unhone bhi khudkhushi karli aur humare Chote hamesha ke liye toot gaye. After that, that man couldn't show his disgusting face to our poor children, and that poor other woman had found out his truth as well. He had nowhere to go, and so he committed suicide as well...and my poor baby closed himself off forever." Khushi felt her heart break in two as she imagined what he must have felt knowing that his father had done that.
"Humne humare Chote ko bohot kuch sehte hue dekha hai. Bohot dukh. Un mein jo badlaav ayein hain, unse sabse zyaada dukh humein hi hua hai. Humari galatiyon ki vaaje se Chote kya bangaye. I've seen my Arnav tolerate a lot. So much pain. The way he's changed has hurt me the most. It's because of my mistakes that my Arnav has become the way he is now."
"Humne unhe rote hue dekha, humare bina bade hue dekha. Apne aap ko doosro par ek bojh samajhte hue dekha. Aur humein bohot dukh hua. I saw him cry, I saw him grow. I saw him consider himself a burden to others, and it hurt me. Aapko pata hai, iss liye unhone Shantivan karidha, AR shuru kiya, crorepati bangaye. Do you know, that's why he started AR, bought Shantivan, became a millionaire. Apna karz chukane ke liye. To pay off his debt." Ratna finished, squeezing her eyes shut as tears streamed down her face.
"Arnavji - itna kuch- leken kyun? Parivaar vale toh unko bohot pyaar karte hain! Unka samhaan karte hain! Arnav- so much- but why!? The family loves him, and respects him so much!" Khushi spluttered. "Oh Arnavji," she whispered quietly, her heart aching for him.
"Kya meri maa mujhe dekh kar khush hai? Is my mother happy watching me?"
"Samhaan iss baat se hua hain ke Chote kya the, aur apne aap ko kya bana liya hain. Apni Di se itne Chote hain, leken ek maa aur pita ki tarah unhe sambhaala hai. The respect comes from what Arnav was, and what he has made himself. He's so much younger than his sister, and yet has handled her responsibility like both a mother and a father."
"Humein maloom hai ke humare Chote aapko bohot...pasand karte hain. Voh bass apne dil ki baat ko gusse ke parde ke peeche chupaiye rakhte hain. Unhe darr hain ki kahi voh aapko bhi na khodein. I know my Arnav...likes you a lot. He just keeps his feelings hidden behind a curtain of anger. He's scared that he may lose you too. So he doesn't want to bring you too close to him either."
"Humare bete ne kabhi bhi apne aap ko pyaar karne nahin diya. Akhir humne bhi unke pitah se pyaar kiya tha, aur dekhiye humara kya bangaya. Chote ko darr iss baat se nahin hai, ke koi unhe dukh ponchayega. Humare pyaare Chote ko darr iss baat ka hai ke voh kisi ko dard ponchayenge. Kisi ko voh dard denge jo unki pitah ne humein diya. My son has never let himself love. After all, I loved his father and what has become of me? Arnav isn't scared that someone will hurt him. He's scared that he will hurt someone. Give someone the pain his father gave me. He's scared that he will become his father. "
"Kya voh sach mein taare ban jate hain? Do they really become stars?"
"Leken Arnavji aise nahin hai- voh - But Arnav isn't like that! He's-"
"Yahin to aapko unhe yaad dilana hai bitya. Ki voh humare bete hain. Voh apne pitah nahin hai. That is what you must remind him darling. That he is my son. He is not his father!"
"Bitya, ab faisla aapka hai. Vaise hum to aapko apni bahooriya manne ke liye bilkul tyaar hai! Dear, now the decision is yours. By the way, I'm perfectly ready to accept you as my daughter-in-law. Bahooriya nahin, beti. Actually, not daughter-in-law, my daughter."
"Khushi bitya," her mother, who had been a silent observer before this, spoke softly, gently clasping her shoulder, "Tum jo bhi teek samjho vohi karo. Humari aur Ratna behen ki taraf se aapko koi dabaav nahin hai! Whatever you think is right, do just that! There's no pressure from me or Ratna."
"Maine socha maine tumhe kohdiya hai. I thought I lost you! Do you even know what I'm going through?"
Khushi had a decision to make.
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Arnav snarled irritably at NK who was once again attempting to pry him away from Khushi's bedside.
"Nannav, you have to eat! Your diabe-"
"NO! No, NK I don't. Is Khushi eating?! Is she even fucking awake NK!?" Arnav roared furiously, standing so suddenly that the chair he had been perched on was thrown backwards.
"Nannav, I understand-"
"NO! NO NK YOU FUCKING DON'T."
"Nannav, I just wanted you to know that.... no matter what happens... I'm here for you Nannav, mere bhai. My brother. The world is full of lurve Nannav-"
"I think you mean love NK," Arnav ground out, retrieving his chair and sitting again.
"Oh no Nannav, I mean LURVE. Cause what I feel for you mere bhai, my bro, is more than love, it's LURVE."
Arnav felt a surge of laughter build within him, which was ridiculous considering the woman he lo- considering Khushi was in this state.
"NK... go away for now. Please." Arnav said, supressing his laughter and softening his tone at NK's knowing expression.
"OK mere bhai, my bro. But I'm always here for you okay?" NK smiled and walked out and Arnav rolled his eyes.
Arnav kept a watchful eye on Khushi as the clock ticked and hours went by. His hair was disarrayed from running his long fingers through it repeatedly. It happened so fast, he didn't realize.
Khushi started to thrash, making whimpering noises from under her oxygen mask, her body flaying about. Arnav surged to his feet again his hands hovering uselessly over her form as her heart monitor went haywire.
"Khushi! Khushi I'm here now, don't worry! Khushi you're safe now, I'm here. I'll protect you. Khushi! DOCTOR!" Arnav roared, sprinting out into the hall, glancing left and right anxiously.
"DOCTOR! COME QUICKLY- KHUSHI SHE'S-" The Doctor sprinted in to the room and shooed Arnav out.
"But Doctor- my- she- Khushi - I have to- I have to protect her Doctor!"
"Mr. Raizada we'll do our best to save your wife, don't worry." The nurses shooed him into the hallway and Arnav spluttered incoherently, trying to see into Khushi's hospital room.
"HAW! NANNAV AND KHUSHIJI ARE MARRIED?!" NK gasped and before he could help it Akash snorted in laughter.
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It was a while later that the Doctors opened the door to Khushi's room again and Arnav sprinted forwards, followed closely by Payal, Garima, and Buaji.
"I don't know what to tell you Mr. Raizada. We don't know how to explain it."
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. TELL ME CLEARLY DAMN IT." Arnav roared.
"She's awake Mr. Raizada."
"Hai Re Nandkisore. Kaa hum uusee milsakhat hai? Can we meet her?" Buaji gasped and the Doctor nodded.
"Sirf do lok patient se mil sakhte hain. Only two people can meet the patient." The doctor said and Arnav whipped about to stare at him.
"What did you just say?"
"Mr. Raiza-"
"WHAT did you just say?"
"Er-"
"I want an answer Doctor."
"Er..." said the doctor doing a quick headcount, "ten people can go in and see the patient?"
"See, that is what I thought." Arnav said quietly. "Just making sure though."
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The Raizada and Gupta families gathered around Khushi's bedside. Arnav had to strongly resist the urge to grab Khushi in a hug so tight it could possibly break the few bones in her body still intact.
"Khussee, bitya kaisi ho?" Buaji asked stroking her hair as Khushi's dark eyes slowly moved across the room and landed on Arnav.
"Hum- teek hain Buaji." She whispered, her voice throaty and husky from lack of use and Arnav felt his heartstrings being fucking yanked at as she coughed violently, and her entire form quaked.
"Bullshit." He snapped and Khushi glanced up at him, and unexpectedly her eyes filled with tears.
"What the?! Khushi- why are you crying? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you- I just meant that you're so hurt and - oh shit, do your injuries hurt? DI, CALL THE DOCTOR!" Arnav ended in hysteria and there was silence all around the room.
"Uh... Jalebi milegi? Can I get a Jalebi?" Khushi asked quietly and the silence broke as everyone laughed.
Arnav however, got up and sprinted from the room, his movements frantic as he grabbed his blazer and took off down the hallway.
"BHAI! BHAI WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" Akash yelled, running into the hallway after him.
"JALEBI LAANE! TO GET SOME JALEBIS!" Arnav roared loud enough for everyone to hear and everyone laughed again as Akash came back in muttering under his breath.
"Bloody psycho."
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Well there's the bullshit ending. LMAO no one wanted a cliffhanger so like uh idk I just wrote something bullshit instead ;)
Monday, 8 April 2013
Once Upon A Time- Chapter 1
Once Upon A Time
Song of the Chapter: A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tjIssqHQJ6o
I'm sorry for the singalong... idk I just thought everyone could enjoy themselves?
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Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a prince. Now this prince was unlike any his age. While other princes of the age of sixteen summers, rode out around the villages, sweeping up dames, he tended to his ill mother, watched over his younger siblings, and ascended the throne abandoned by his father. But tragedy soon struck again, and his mother, unable to bear the shock of his father's desertion, passed into the void of a broken heart. It was then that the prince decided that love was a whimsical thing, bringing nothing but pain to all those involved; it was then, at the tender age of sixteen, that His Royal Highness King Arnav Singh Raizada, put his boyish dreams of adventure and romance behind him and started his stone cold rise to power.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a girl. Now this girl was unlike any her age. While other girls of ten summers ran around and dreamed of their weddings, she tended to her father's farms, sewed the patches in her mothers clothes, and made dolls to bring money into the household. But tragedy soon struck, and the girl's parents passed into the void of an overturned wagon. It was then that the girl decided that love had to be expressed, at any opportunity, for one never knew when their loved ones would disappear; the girl was adopted by her aunt and uncle, high standard noblemen unlike her own parents. It was then, at the tender age of ten, that Khushi Kumari Gupta, put her past of sadness behind her and started her quest to attain true love.
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"Ssh!!! It's dawn, he should be leaving for his morning training soon, and he dislikes noise of all kinds." The servant hissed at the younger, new addition to the Shantivan palace staff.
"Who?" The younger girl asked naively, and the older lady looked horrified as the sound of footsteps sounded down the corridor.
"Naina." The older woman quivered at the sound of the deep, slightly husky, voice and gasped in fright, hastening to respond.
"Yes, your highness?" she hurried over to the man who had recently entered the new maid's view, his back to her. Oh, but what a back it was. Lean, and muscular, with the muscles flexing as he pulled on an overcoat over his snug tunic.
"Educate your apprentice. Make sure there is never again a time where she knows not of her King." his voice was cold now, and the girl gasped as she realized with a pang that this must be the ruler of the empire she now inhabited.
"Yes, your majesty. I apologize for her ignorance. Your steed awaits you, your grace!" Naina bowed low, and stepped aside to make way for the King who fixed the younger maid with a cold stare before she finally averted her eyes, terrified at the rage that permeated his dark gaze.
"Are you crazy girl!? Looking the King in the eye!? Arnav Singh Raizada would eat you for his breakfast. Let that be a mistake you wont forget!"
But Naina was right. She never would forget. With his aristocratic features, high and elegant, perfectly symmetrical, and light dusting of stubble on his chiselled jaw, His Royal Highness Arnav Singh Raizada's face was not one she'd forget.
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Arnav rode long and hard, tiring his stallion, before he finally came to a large clearing, littered with flowers and lush grass, where he let the horse be.
He got off and dropped to the floor, immediately disposing of his overcoat and tunic and starting his exercises. Sweat dripped over his body, travelling down his long neck, broad shoulders, chiselled chest and defined abdominals before disappearing into the waistband of his leggings. He stood and stretched his lean limbs before stroking his black stallion's long neck.
"Recently, I've come to feel restless Aman. As though something is missing. This has never happened before, so why now?" He asked, growling and kicking at a stone.
His horse snorted and tossed his large head, stomping his hooves anxiously. Arnav cursed and sat against a large boulder, combing his long fingers through his hair.
As of recent, his heart pounded, and his mind wandered, and at times he sat and reflected on his empty life. He cared for his family, disposed of the casual whore when he had need of her, and ruled his empire with an iron fist. That was it. He needed no fantastical whims of romance and children. So, why, for the first time in ten years, was he thinking of his heart's desire for a companion?!
What the devil was happening to him?!
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Well of course Khushi knew exactly what was going on. She was a calm, and level headed woman, a newly made woman of twenty years, she reflected proudly, but a woman at that.
The chickens had simply gotten... flustered. That was all. And now they were in a horrific state of disarray, leaving trails of feathers and feed everywhere. Oh Khushi was dead. Her...mother would murder her for sure, and Buaji... Buaji would feed her to that blasted King's evil horse, who was rumoured to eat maidens for breakfast!
She yelped at the thought, and scurried around, desperately attempting to gather the chickens and feed and stuff them back into the cooped barn. She knew she looked quite the sight, what with feed littered over her hand me down garb, and feathers stuck in her long, dark hair.
Did she really deserve this!? She was kind, never wishing harm upon anyone. The worst thing she had done was disobey her aunt-mother- and teach herself to read and write with Payal's old books. Oh lord, she was being punished for that wasn't she!? BUT SHE HADN'T EVEN MEANT TO OFFEND ANYONE?!
'Devi Maiya, please forgive me, I simply thought I was giving myself the basic right of education! I'm so sorry if I offended you by lying to au-mother!!!'
The sound of a door opening behind her alerted her to her Buaji's approach, the footsteps extremely heavy.
"OH MY GOD. SANKA DEVI. YOU WRETCHED GIRL." She roared, storming over to Khushi and whipping her around. Khushi winced as she took in the rage on her expression. Ignoring, Khushi's spluttered apologies and explanations Buaji lifted her heavy hand and brought it crashing down on Khushi's fair face.
*SMACK*
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Tuesday, 2 April 2013
Accidentally In Love- Chapter 6
Accidentally In Love
Arhi/Arshi Fanfiction.
Song of the chapter: I Need A Hero - Bonnie Tyler
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Khushi was still floating.
"Khushi meri bachi, amma ke pass aao. Khushi, my baby, come to mommy." Amma? Mom? Khushi was no longer floating. She was struggling to reach the sound of her mother's voice.
"Amma? Amma app kahan hai? Hum hain, aapki Khushi! Aapki bachi! Mommy? Where are you!? It's me, your Khushi. Your baby." Khushi cried, searching in all directions of the place she found herself in.
Everything was white. Off white, creamy white, all white. She could just make out the shape of silver birch trees against the horizon and she could feel the softness of white roses against her hands.
"Oh Khushi," the voice whispered and Khushi glanced up, tears in her eyes, to see her beautiful mother.
"Amma?" She gasped, and threw herself forwards at her mother. Embracing her tightly, Khushi sobbed into her mother, blubbering absolute nonsense about how much she'd missed her.
"Hush, my child. Tum kitni badi hogayi ho. Kitni sundar. You're so big now, so beautiful!"
"Amma kitna dard ho raha hai. Humein aap ke pass rehna hai! Mom it hurts so much, I want to stay with you!"
"Leken bitya, phir Arnav ka kya hoga? But then sweetheart, what will become of Arnav?" Her mother's soft voice cooed and Khushi sobbed harder, clutching her tighter against her.
"Humein parva nahin. Voh hum par chilate hain aur gussa karte hain! I dont care! He's mean to me, he yells at me, and is always mad at me!"
"Humare Chote ki nak par bohot gussa hai, leken unke dil mein usse bhi zyaada pyaar hai. My Arnav gets angry quite easily, but in his heart there's so much love." A new voice said kindly from behind her, and Khushi released her mother long enough to glance back into a beautiful, kind, and familiar looking face.
Ratna Raizada.
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To say that chaos had broken out would be an understatement. The doctors had rushed into the operating room, panicking, and Arnav had followed just in time to hear the worst thing possible.
Khushi's heart was failing her. The much abused organ was slowly giving way and Arnav was horrified. The doctors had rushed in to try and save her and Arnav slowly sunk against the wall, feeling the tears in his eyes.
Arnav didn't think he'd ever experienced pain like the kind he was in now. Not when he'd heard his father had, had an affair. Not when Di's first marriage had been broken off. Not when his uncle had thrown them out without a rupee to their names. Never.
The kind of pain he felt watching Khushi- his Khushi- struggle to breathe, fight to live, wrapped in bandages and hospital garb. Hooked up to countless machines. He focused his attention on the one that mattered most. Her heart monitor. What measured whether he'd live after today. His heart clenched painfully at the thought of a world without Khushi. Sweet, vibrant Khushi. Khushi who lived up to her name and spread happiness wherever she went. Khushi who had brought happiness into his life.
Arnav didn't realize when the tears had begun to flow again till he felt them land with a splash on the back of his hand. He glanced down at his hand, his vision blurred by his tears, and felt a sob rip through his chest.
"Khushi I- don't do this to me Khushi. Khushi please." He begged, fisting his hands tightly together, and he felt the skin give away, opening the wound and blood seeped between his fingers.
Arnav gave a ragged sigh and leaned his head against the cool operating room door.
"Khushi. Khushi wake up please." He whispered. But like the countless other times he'd called to her that night, she remained motionless, eyes closed. He watched in agony as the doctors worked over her broken form.
"Mujhe koi farak nahin padta! It doesn't make a difference to me!"
"I'm sorry Khushi, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."
"Hush, my child. Tum kitni badi hogayi ho. Kitni sundar. You're so big now, so beautiful!"
"Amma kitna dard ho raha hai. Humein aap ke pass rehna hai! Mom it hurts so much, I want to stay with you!"
"Leken bitya, phir Arnav ka kya hoga? But then sweetheart, what will become of Arnav?" Her mother's soft voice cooed and Khushi sobbed harder, clutching her tighter against her.
"Humein parva nahin. Voh hum par chilate hain aur gussa karte hain! I dont care! He's mean to me, he yells at me, and is always mad at me!"
"Humare Chote ki nak par bohot gussa hai, leken unke dil mein usse bhi zyaada pyaar hai. My Arnav gets angry quite easily, but in his heart there's so much love." A new voice said kindly from behind her, and Khushi released her mother long enough to glance back into a beautiful, kind, and familiar looking face.
Ratna Raizada.
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To say that chaos had broken out would be an understatement. The doctors had rushed into the operating room, panicking, and Arnav had followed just in time to hear the worst thing possible.
Khushi's heart was failing her. The much abused organ was slowly giving way and Arnav was horrified. The doctors had rushed in to try and save her and Arnav slowly sunk against the wall, feeling the tears in his eyes.
Arnav didn't think he'd ever experienced pain like the kind he was in now. Not when he'd heard his father had, had an affair. Not when Di's first marriage had been broken off. Not when his uncle had thrown them out without a rupee to their names. Never.
The kind of pain he felt watching Khushi- his Khushi- struggle to breathe, fight to live, wrapped in bandages and hospital garb. Hooked up to countless machines. He focused his attention on the one that mattered most. Her heart monitor. What measured whether he'd live after today. His heart clenched painfully at the thought of a world without Khushi. Sweet, vibrant Khushi. Khushi who lived up to her name and spread happiness wherever she went. Khushi who had brought happiness into his life.
Arnav didn't realize when the tears had begun to flow again till he felt them land with a splash on the back of his hand. He glanced down at his hand, his vision blurred by his tears, and felt a sob rip through his chest.
"Khushi I- don't do this to me Khushi. Khushi please." He begged, fisting his hands tightly together, and he felt the skin give away, opening the wound and blood seeped between his fingers.
Arnav gave a ragged sigh and leaned his head against the cool operating room door.
"Khushi. Khushi wake up please." He whispered. But like the countless other times he'd called to her that night, she remained motionless, eyes closed. He watched in agony as the doctors worked over her broken form.
"Mujhe koi farak nahin padta! It doesn't make a difference to me!"
"I'm sorry Khushi, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."
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