Hey fellas… 

This ain't a new story, just a two shot. 

I would like to dedicate this first part to RealityvsDreamss         

my Sapna as it's her b'day today. 

Wish you a very happy birthday my dear Chhutki. 

On your special day, I would like to wish you an exciting life, full of great discoveries & joyful surprises. I wish all your dreams & desires come true & you reap happiness in whatever you do. May your birthday be the start of a year filled with good luck, good health & lots of happiness. Have a joyful & unforgettable day with the people you love the most. 

Love you 😘 Bless you ❤️

Hope you & my other lovely readers would love this ts. 

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Wiping her wet hair, Khushi threw the towel on the floor, carelessly. A shy smile playing on her plump lips. Sitting on the small stool of her small dressing table in her room, she picked a comb to detangle her hair. She had taken a bath to curb the desires, still burning inside her. 

But the moment she looked at her image in the mirror, she turned crimson from head to toe, seeing the evident proofs on her face, neck & lips, from the most beautiful night she had spent with her Arnavji, at his farmhouse, under the artificial night sky he had created for her. Though nothing was natural, just technology but still, it simulated the real sky with glittering stars, beautiful moon & other celestial bodies inside a closed space. 

She had watched everything in awe & had praised him for his thoughtfulness. Then after what followed was the most beautiful & memorable night, filled with their emotions, love & passion. 

He had dropped her to her house, just an hour ago. Both had half heartedly waved goodbye to each other, not wanting to part away. But their impending marriage the next day, which would tie them together for the rest of their lives, provided the much needed solace, to spend the rest of the time till they meet tomorrow at the altar. 

She gently caressed the red marks on her cheeks, jawline, neck & lips. They weren't that apparent for anybody else but she could clearly make them out, as they were the signs of her Arnavji's unbound passion for her. On her. 

She bit her still throbbing lips as she felt the similar ache inside her body, remembering her Arnavji's passionate ministrations, which introduced her to the new world of passion, she wasn't aware of. Heck, he introduced her to her own body, touching & caressing the places, she didn't even know existed inside her. The sweet ache between her legs was still giving her the feel of his passionate touch over there when he had deflowered her. 

"Arnavji" she murmured covering her face with her palms, not able to control the rising desire. 

Her throat parched. She reached for the water jug to find it empty. 

Sighing, she tied her damp hair in a messy bun & grabbing the jug left for the kitchen to refill it. 

Returning back to her room she heard some incoherent voices coming from her amma-babuji's room. 

It was already past their regular bed-time. Why are they still awake?? She mused to herself & keeping the jug on the corner table, she moved towards their room. 

As soon as she reached the door, she heard her buaji's voice taking her Arnavji's name. 

She frowned. 

Being her wedding day tomorrow, they all have to wake up early then why are her amma, babuji & buaji still awake & what are they talking about, taking her Arnavji's name at this odd hour? Has any problem arised, at the last moment?? 

She was about to knock the door, when she heard buaji shouting at her amma suddenly & she stopped at her place. 

"How could you hide such a big truth, Garima, from all of us, for all these years??" 

"Truth?? Which truth??" Khushi whispered to herself. 

She tried to hear properly & to her good luck the door opened slightly at her touch, as it wasn't bolted from inside. 

She could hear her amma's sobs as buaji was chastising her. 

But for what?? 

& she got her answer in buaji's next set of words which pulled the ground beneath her. She felt her world collapsing. 

"We should tell Arnav babua" she heard her buaji suggesting & the sweet ache & desire she was feeling a moment ago was replaced by terrible fear. 

"No" she yelled, pushing the door open. 

All the three heads in the room shot up at the sudden voice to witness fear in their daughter's eyes, her face blanched & she was trembling as if watched a ghost. 

Buaji immediately reached her niece. 

"Titaliya, what happened bitiya??" buaji asked, holding her upper arms gently. 

"No" she repeated the syllable, shaking her head vigorously. Her eyes widening with unrecognisable fear.

"Khussi" Garima whispered. 

 "You won't tell Arnavji anything. Nothing. Nothing at all" she snapped, hyperventilating. 

That's when they understood that Khushi has heard everything. 

Buaji gently led her to the bed & sat beside her, holding her hands. 

"Khussi, try to understand bitiya. What if he gets to know later from his dadiji?? He will think we betrayed her. So it's better we tell him everything beforehand. It's your marriage with him tomorrow. You both are starting your new life which shouldn't be based on lies or deceit. We have already hid Shyam's truth from them but that was for Anjali bitiya. But this isn't something small, especially when dadiji knows it" buaji went on, trying to make her niece understand the seriousness of the situation. 

But her niece seemed zoned out. 

Khushi was having flashes of the torturous 5 months she had spent with her husband during their contract marriage. The physical & mental tortures, the taunts, the disgusting accusations, everything he hurled at her due to his self created misunderstanding which was replaced by gentleness, trust & love after she saved him from the kidnapping episode, risking her own life. 

But now this new revelation would again change the dynamics of their blossoming relationship. If he could make her life a living hell for his dii, just due to a misunderstanding then this is such a huge revelation that too related to his dead mother whom he still loves beyond limits & hates his father to the core for leading his (Arnav's) mother to death. Now after knowing her amma's involvement with his father, he would go berserk, wild in vengeance. 

She isn't ready to go back to the same hell, to bear the tortures, the hurt & pain he would bestow on her, to avenge his mother's death. She can't go through everything again, not after experiencing his love, affection, admiration & unbound passion in the last few days. Definitely not after the beautiful moments she spent with him a few hours ago in his farmhouse, where they became one by heart, soul & body. 

No.. She can't.. She won't.. Never.. Never again because this time all the sufferings won't be restricted just to her but her amma will equally have to endure in his revenge game. He won't spare his amma as well. Neither can she explain anything to Arnavji as he would be beyond any explanations once he discovers the truth nor would he give her amma any benefit of doubt. 

She can't let that happen. She can't let her amma suffer for the crimes she isn't guilty of. 

"No" she stood up abruptly. "Neither anybody of you would reveal anything to Arnavji nor my wedding is happening with him" she announced looking at the three shocked faces. 

But her determined voice couldn't hide the fear & anxiety in her eyes & quivering body. 

"Khussi, what are you saying??" buaji managed to ask, coming out of the shock. 

"You heard what I said, buaji. No wedding is happening. In fact we are leaving this house, this city, right away" she dropped a bomb on her family, running out of the room towards her own, followed by her buaji & her amma pushing her babuji's wheelchair. 

"Khussi.. Khussi.. Listen to us" buaji called out to Khushi who was standing near her open cupboard, pulling her clothes out & throwing on the bed. 

The fear & anxiety very much palpable in her frantic movements. 

Stretching her hands, she hastily pulled her duffel bag from above the cupboard & sauntered to the bed, stuffing her clothes in it. 

Her buaji & her parents couldn't understand the sudden fear & denial for marriage when she loves her Arnavji so much. They can explain everything to him. He would understand. He is a bit arrogant but possesses a good heart & loves their Sankadevi very much. 

"Khussi.." buaji rushed to her, stopping her movements. "What do you mean by the wedding isn't happening?? Why are you so scared?? Why do you want all of us to leave this city?? We will talk to Arnav babua. We will explain him." 

"He won't understand" Khushi screamed, throwing the clothes on the floor. "He won't understand buaji, he won't" she repeated, dropping herself on her knees, bawling her heart out, covering her face with her palms. 

Her gut wrenching cries cut through her parents & buaji's heart. 

Her amma moved to her. Kneeling down near her daughter, she kept her hand on her head. "Khussi" she called out softly & that did it. 

Khushi threw herself in her mother's arms, crying uncontrollably. 

"Bitiya" Garima whispered, caressing her daughter's hair. "You love Arnav bitwa. It's your marriage with him in the morning then how can you think of going away from him?? Why are you so scared?? Tell us bitiya" she urged. "We will tell him the truth & he will understand" 

"He won't understand amma" she repeated amidst her sobs. "He will make my life hell. Our life hell" she cried, hugging her amma tight. 

Her babuji's heart was twisting painfully in his chest looking at his daughter's vulnerability & not being able to console her, support her. 

"Aisan kaahe bol rahi ho, bitiya??" buaji asked. (Why are you saying so??) 

"Because I have practically lived in his hell for 4 months, bearing his unbearable tortures" she shouted, pushing her amma away & getting up defensively. "I can't go through that same hell.. again. I can't see the disgust & hatred in his eyes for me..again. I can't.. I just can't.. again because he won't understand. He won't..again" she screamed her lungs out, pulling her hair, going berserk, scaring her family. 

"What.. What does that mean??" her amma asked, getting up after her. 

Her buaji & babuji seemed equally confused, tensed & scared at her words. 

Khushi exhaled hard, trying to compose herself but failed miserably. "I don't have time to explain all that. Just.. Just go to your rooms & pack your things" she wiped her tears furiously with the back of her hands. "We are leaving this city right away" she pronounced & turned to finish her own packing when she heard the man himself, whom she was planning to go away from. 

"& you think I will let you go away from me that easily, Khushi??" 

All the four people turned around to witness Arnav Singh Raizada standing inside the room, near the wide open window. His eyes bloodshot. Jaws clenched. Red & green veins prominent on his forehead as if he was trying hard to control his fury which was burning him from within. 

A collective gasp from all the three ladies was heard in the suddenly silent fell room. 

Khushi's eyes rounded in shock & she stood rooted on the spot as her eyes fell on the thing he was holding in his hand. 

But the most affected was Garima when she saw the pic he was holding in his hand. It was the same pic she had preserved since years of Arvind Mallik & herself together. The only pic she had kept hidden from the world, safe in her secret box. But how does he have it?? Seeing his rage filled visage, she couldn't even begin to contemplate the consequences. 

Khushi swallowed fearfully, anticipating his fury, his rage, he would unleash on her & her mother. 

Their life from their first meet in Sheeshmahal till their consummation in his farmhouse passed through her eyes like a panorama. 

His words resonating in her heart. 

"Khushi. Mujhe kabhi chhod ke mat jaana. Main tumhare bina nahin jii paunga" (Khushi, never ever leave me. I won't be able to live without you.) & she had promised him the same through her intimate gestures. 

But now, within a few hours of giving that promise to him she was about to do exactly the opposite, by going away from him, leaving him all alone. 

She shut her eyes in despair letting her tears fall. When she opened them again, Arnav could see, myriad of emotions floating in them with fear & entreaty being on top. 

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After dropping Khushi reluctantly at her home, Arnav had tried to keep himself occupied in his laptop, but failed spectacularly as flashes from the most beautiful moments spent with his Khushi were not letting him concentrate. All he could see & feel was his Khushi. The excitement in her eyes on seeing the artificial sky he had created for her followed by the heartwarming emotions when he had pleaded with her to never leave him. The emotional moment had turned passionate when her soft body had yielded against his hard planes. Her shy, quivering form when he had divested her off her clothes, layer by layer. Her moans & groans when he had caressed, kissed, smooched, sucked the smooth expanse of her silky, soft body. Her flushed face when he had tasted the hidden crevices of her beautiful hidden treasures. The smile of satiation on her face when he had rode both of them to the world of ecstasy, together. He could feel her fragrance & her touch still lingering on him. 

She is his. Only his. To love. To live. To cherish. To protect. But above all, the trust in her hazel eyes when she had surrendered herself to him completely, has become his most prized possession. He won't let her regret ever. 

He exhaled hard. The need, the desire to touch her, to be with her again, overpowering his self control. He needs to see her right now. Even if it is for a few minutes, he has to. 

He immediately stood up pocketing his mobile & grabbing his car keys, left out for his destination. 

While descending the stairs to the living room, he saw Shyam coming out of dadi's room with a malicious smile on his face, which definitely boded ill. No points for guessing for whom that could be. 

He clenched his jaws & fists. The car keys poked painfully in his palm, but he cared less. His furious eyes followed Shyam till he entered his room without noticing his saale sahab. 

Even though dadi has given her approval by accepting & blessing Khushi but still he couldn't bring himself to believe her. 

His dadi has unreasonably been against his marriage with Khushi & then suddenly approved for the same. Shyam is against this marriage too, reasons known very well & now him sneaking out from dadi's room with that malicious smile indicates that both are up to something big. 

But he won't let them succeed. 

He hastily sauntered towards his dadi's room to warn her, to not to create any mess or ruckus during his marriage with his Khushi or she would have to face the worst of him. 

He raised his hand to knock but found the door open. He entered inside looking for his dadi who was probably in the washroom. He decided to meet her after coming back, from meeting Khushi. 

He was about to leave the room, when his eyes fell on the pic lying on the centre table. He bent & picked it up. 

But the moment he recognized the two people in the pic, his mind froze. His heartbeat quickened & breath came out in spurts. 

It's his father, Arvind Mallik & Khushi's mother, Garima Gupta. 

The pic is of both of their young age. But why are these two people together in this pic?? Did they both know each other from the beginning?? If that's so then why didn't Garima aunty tell him till now?? They both look happy with each other in the pic. 

Then suddenly his frozen mind started working. 

He remembered Garima trying to run away with one or the other reason, avoiding her own daughter's pre-wedding rituals, after dadi showed up. She has been hesitant & scared around dadi. He has seen it but thought it to be due to dadi's rudeness towards them. 

But now after seeing this pic, his mind wheeled fast. 

Is she the same woman my father had an affair with?? Is she the same woman who broke our household leading my mamma to commit suicide?? Is she the reason behind him & his dii becoming orphans?? 

The thought of the above possibilities itself, burnt his body with intense rage. 

He rushed out of dadi's room, clutching the pic in his hand. 

Reaching buaji's house, he was about to press the doorbell when he heard Khushi's screams coming from her room, through the open window. Scared, he rushed towards the window, to hear her mumbling "He won't understand. He won't.. again" Before he could fathom her words, he heard her ordering her family to pack their belongings as they would leave the city right away. 

Rage he had never felt before, rushed through his veins seeing her ready to go away leaving him just within a few hours of promising him of forever togetherness. He jumped inside the room through the window alarming the occupants with his words & now he was standing in front of the two women of which one COULD BE the reason behind his ruined past & the other IS the reason behind his beautifully carved present. 

To be continued…… 

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The next part would be the last part of this two shot. 

Love 

Kavita ❤️