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.
____________________________________________________________________
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."
Amrit Amrit Amrit, this will NOT do. Pehle toh you update so infrequently. And when you do, you leave us at a juncture like THIS.
ReplyDeleteI REVOLT.
You fix things between Arnavji and Khushi RIGHT now.
OH GOD NO PLEASE NOT A REVOLUTION. THOSE REALLY STRESS ME OUT. I promise that I will fix everything between them VERY soon. That is a pakka promise! Arnavji and unki Khushi will be up and flirting very soon ;)
ReplyDeleteTheek hai. If you say so. I won't go Liberty, Equality, Fraternity on you JUST YET.
ReplyDeleteAmazing update, but don't leave us on a cliff hanger. Pls pls update faster :)
ReplyDeleteTEARS EVERYWHERE. I feel for Arnav, I really do :( Great update, Ritz.
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