Hello dears!

Eid mubarak to my you all! I was busy with the preparation of our festival, so could not update quickly.

But listen! I had to work behind this update for a long time... and i seriously hope you would like it. 

So readers, do read and ofcourse, "Do Not" forget to write what you felt. Your encouragement and critisism helped me to better.

Thanks to my friends who commented, read and loved the plot so far. Love you so much guys!

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Part (b) 

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Khushi never thought things will come up like this. She spent her whole life in waiting for Arnav. Arnav… was the only name she chanted. Not because he married her, not because he was her love.

Because he was her friend, the only man who know her inside and out.

Then why this restlessness?

She felt her heart beating. So loudly that I can burst any time.

“Abhi unhe dekha bhi nehi toh ye halat hai… dekhungi to kya hoga?” She spoke aloud to herself.

(I still didn’t see him. Don’t know what I shall do when I see him!)

                   

Her feet moved from here to there, trying to steady her heart-beat. She felt her palm getting wet; her weak legs protested again her stop.

“Ok now Khushi… Stop now!” She said to herself. It is just him! And you are acting as if he is someone you need to be scared…

She tried to water the plants of his trees. Most of the trees used to be Arnav’s and her kakisa (Aunty- mother of  Arnav). But after her ‘dihanth’ and Arnav’s going to ‘pardesh’ she was the one who looked after the precious memories.

She started to talk with the plants, as she always did every morning… though her mind and eyes were on door today.

Suddenly a manly figure appeared… slowly from the mild darkness it started to come into her vision.

Her hands shook and she left the bucket on floor with a sound.

“Kaun?” She asked, as if to the wind around her. Her ‘Dhak Dhak’ knew for sure.

It was Arnav.

The figure wearing dark-causal blue shirt appeared before her.

With little frown he searched for her existent… the trees as if were shielding her body from his eyes. But he found at last.

He looked at her. What was he thinking when he was searching for her? Excited? Confused? Or just love?

His each and every feeling betrayed him. They left him for some kind of holiday.

His eagle eyes observed her from toe to head, with keen interest. With all the time of the world.

Many times he tried to imagine her. His Khushi… how she will look? Her eyes? Her nose…? And, her lips? Are they same when he last saw them with his heart’s content or they changed their shape and color?

They are changed.

Her Eyes were bigger with the same honey colored intensity, trying to pull him to her like magnet.

Her nose is a small like button, which used to turn into red when ever he used to shout at her or she was cold.

Her cheeks were more soft, softer than he last felt. It held a light blush as he looked at her with desire… the cheek bones lift them with glory, when she smiled.

Her lips are fuller than previous times. They are rosy, soft and tempting. when ever she would have moved those curvy lips, he would forget the world around him.

He leaned on the entrance door, as his legs refused to move further.

She was beautiful. His long time imagination failed him.

Her beauty was above his knowledge.

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Khushi dared not to move. Arnav was only a dream, a desire to her till yesterday.

But seeing him before her vary eyes was different. Se felt he was an imagination of her crazy heart, which will vanish if she move or try to touch him.

His fine feature stopped her breath. Till today she dreamt of a lean-slender-good looking teenager; but this man?! He was beyond everything.

His skin was wheat-golden in color, mixing with dark blue tea-shirt and formal pants he looked no less than Greek-god.

Her eyes moved on his body, observing with same desire and making him weak on his feet.

His hair was black in color, made with pure silk. His forehead was adorned with frown line, making him more responsible and sensible. His broad neck and shoulder had their own charm, making her want to put her hands around and never leave them.

His hands were strong and well-toned, his fingers were much bigger than her little ones… she wondered about the feeling when he will hug her…

His shirt was hugging his muscle with all their might, making her realize he have six-pack abs.

His manly scent hid the scent of flowers… and to her, it the only air she needed. Breath had a new meaning in her life.

But most charming was his eyes. Eyes that did not changed in these long years. Eyes, that sparked when she was beside him.

Eyes, that spoke volume, when there was no use of lips.

Eyes, that made her realize how much they adored her.

After a long time Arnav started to take steps towards Khushi. She did not back away like previous time, because there was absolutely no space left to go behind… just a wall behind and Arnav in front. Her hands clutched the broad scarf she was wearing.

“Did I participate in some marathon race?” She asked herself. Her lips shook like it was cold weather, though fire shook her like she was standing on burning vessel.

“Khushi?” was the first word of Arnav. His mind stopped working. He looked at her tightly shut eyes.

"ji?” (yes?) She shuddered again.

“Tum thik ho?” (Are you alright?) He asked with concern.

How can she be alright when he was standing before her… so close?”

“aakhain nehi khologi?” He asked with a smile. Her innocence love was warming his cold heart after a long time.

She nodded in negative. “aakhain nehi kholna hai, aap phir se hawa main mil jaoge.” (I Will not open my eyes… you will again vanish in air…) She feared with the thought of losing him in air.

His chest pained for her. All they had with them was only memories of childhood.

He was lonely amongst many people living around. Delhi was a stranger for him…. He had no one who would heal his burning pain. The desire to meet Khushi was strong…. Sometimes so strong that he used to pack his belongings and start for Rajasthan. But later he had to come back from street again. He could not go back there penniless.

“I have come back Khushi… for us.” He cupped her cheeks, feeling her warm skin was something he could not put in words.

She slowly opened her eyes. Her teary eyes looked at his chocolate ones with pain, “aap a gaye?” (You came back?)

He could just nod. The choked throat did not let him say anything more.

“Aapki bohot yaad aati thi hume… har pal kase gujra…” She sobbed quietly.

“Har pal ek saja tha Khushi…” Arnav said with a choked voice. (Each moment was like a punishment Khushi…)

“Kavhi hume chorke nehi jayenge?” She asked to be reassured. (You will never leave me alone?)

Arnav touched her forehead with his, closing his eyes he whispered, “Kabhi nehi.” (Never.)

Khushi hugged him tightly and broke into loud sob. Days of anguish and anger were washed by their tears. Pain of endurance was over.

The love found the way which was lost.

A way that tied their hearts together.

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Allah Hafiz!!

Afia Zahin (Ananna123)