Arshi SS MAD LOVE previously named as "My Possession"
Arshi SS My Possession (By Farakhan) (Thanked: 80 times)
"I love the way you lie" he whispers in her ear, "You don't care if I stay or leave, do you?" Deep inside he wants the answer to be no.
Her eyes fill with fresh salty water, her lips quiver and her legs shaking due to intensity of the moment. Their bodies were pressing against each other.
"I do" she says or to say whispers.
"I don't buy your words, Khushi" he grit his teeth.
"I do, trust me" she begs and he let out a sarcastic chuckle.
"Trust you?" His hold on her waist tightens, "Did you trust me?" He accuses angrily "How low I felt, khushi, do you undrstand that?" She let out a silent sob that she was trying to hold back since she had arrived at airport.
"I am sorr-" he cuts her off, "Don't say that khushi" he whisper yell.
"Please don't leave me" she begs, not looking up at him. He suddenly let go of her and starts walking away, she follows, running, tries to catch him.
"Please. .." She holds his hand in hers.
"I need some time, khushi" He say not turning around, his face expressionless and she is unable to understand him, as always, "If you really want our relationship to work, let me go" she looks in his eyes, "I need some space, you need too. I hope you'll respect my decision andwill not try to contact me for 2 weeks" she nods her head, absorbing every word, he Said.
Maybe he is right, we need space.
"I will miss you" she whispers looking at her feet.
He cups her face, "Me too" kisses her forehead, "Take care and don't cry a lot" she nods her head and hugs him, circles her arms around his torso.
He looks back at her once and gives a small smile and leaves.
Their hands parts, so does their fate?
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Arshi SS MAD LOVE :) next part is up (By Farakhan) (Thanked: 46 times)
"I had given up, I didn’t know who to trust, So I designed a shell, Kept me from heaven and hell, And I had hit a low, Was all I let myself know, Yeah I had locked my heart, I was imprisoned by dark..." SIA
He is gone! she sighed. Walking dejectedly back to home not caring to look around. WHY JUST WHY? she asked herself a million times. he had always been supportive, why didn't i trust? It's been only few minutes he disappeared in the sea of people and she is already missing him. Wearing red salwar suit, she was looking stunning but she cared less about her look and the piece of stubborn hairs bothering her.
She felt NUMB...
Can she go back to time and fix everything?
6 Months ago
Khushi sat on the chair placed in terrace. her heart beating fast after having heated encounter with Shyam. She sighed heavily, its all messed up again. Remembering everything Shyam said made her cry even harder.
“...I love you khushi ji. Trust me or not but remember Arnav is just playing with you just like he played with Lavanya. You need to treat yourself better. He doesn't deserve you. Don’t trust me or love me I know i don’t worth your love but please don’t trust Arnav he will break it just like he did on Diwali”
He looked genuine his time.
She has been thinking about what he said from past 30 minutes. maybe he is right...
why? why was her life such a mess? Always? Is it her fate? can she always blame on Devi Mayya? was it her fault? her heart trying to convince her to stay positive but her brain just kicked in harder this time, determined to prove her heart wrong!
“You are suffering because you trust other blindly” her brain reasoned and she fluttered her eyelashes.
“No, not everyone is bad…” her heart butted in.
“OH please! remember your father ditched your mother as well” her throat tightened at that thought, no its painful to remember the past. she closed her eyes shaking her head. “No, you can’t run away” faint voices echoing in her head.
“You can move on-”
“Haven’t she moved on once no so many times before but every time she was the only person crying holding her broken heart” her brain cut her heart off.
“No, people love you khushi...so many of them” her heart stayed positive while her mind took the lead “Well khushi does good to everyone so they have to be nice to her. what do you think their love had gone when Payal’s first wedding broke?” she hated when her brain made more sense.
“Truth hurts bae” she heard her mind mocking.
why was she having another debate with herself?
“Because you are foolish and you trust others blindly” her mind didn't stay silent for a bit.
“What should i do?”
“Trust no one”
Her mother's images flashed in front of her eyes...
“Trust no one”
Her growing up without father….
“Trust no one”
Arnav and shyam hurting her every time…
Everything went blank and she knew she has lost the battle. battle to her brain.
She will never trust nobody!
Maybe SHYAM was right!
Her mother had suffered but she will not!
At the same time downstairs:
“Di, Uh where...is khushi?” Arnav asked hesitate biting his lower lip nervously. he has been looking for her all over the place but no sign of her. He had something important to tell her.
“What is it Chotte?” His sister raised her eyes making him narrow his eyes at her frustratingly. can she ever be serious?
“Di” he whined like a kid scrunching his nose and she laughed out loud.
“Chotte, she must be in terrace”
“OK” Arnav said and started walking upstairs, grinning ear to ear.
He scanned the whole area but no sign of her, he sighed frustrated. but then he saw a shadow with the corner of his eyes, narrowing his gaze doubtfully he started walking toward it and sighed again but this time relieved. khushi is here.
he put his hand on her shoulder and she jerk it away startled. her eyes narrowing at him, its dark.
“Khushi relax” and as she realized it's him, her nerves calmed down. But she stayed still.
“Are you alright?” his voice soft filled with concern, she noticed but chose to ignore. People can lie very well!
“Why do you care?” he was taken aback by her sudden outburst “You are suppose to be with your brother” she rolled her eyes “He must be alone without you” his mouth parted in shock, this is not his khushi?
“Khushi…” is all he could utter, he stared at her trying to read her expression which were masked very well.
“I know my name” she Said sarcastically and it made him laugh a bit.
“I don't think you are the khushi” he hold her hand and caressed it “I know”
“Maybe you never tried to know her” she raised her eyebrow. He wasn't amused by her words, he was worried hell worried.
“Khushi, are you angry with me?” he asked thinking about every possibility that caused this sudden change in khushi.
“Who are you? Why would I get angry on you?” he stared at her face for few minutes, both stayed silent.
“I thought we were something” he said trying to come up with few great words.
“We are nothing” the way she said we are nothing made him look at her intensely.
“Are you sure?” he asked, looking deep into her eyes.
“Everybody hurts Arnav, everything hurts. Even if I try, there can never be something between us” her voice cracked a bit and he noticed that.
“But we haven't even tried khushi” he hold her hand and kissed her knuckles “I want to try” she pulled her hand away, painfully gulped a lump forming in her throat.
“But if I don't trust you” her voice cracking clearly showing that she is crying. He pulled her in his embrace not caring what she said. He made her sit in his lap, pulling her closer, he pressed kisses in her head. She needed warmness.
“I will make you trust me” he whispered in her ears. Tiredly she snuggled in his embrace.
“I am tired” she whispered broken.
“No you don't” she protested “You don't know me”
“Then tell me about you” he insisted, caressing the back of her head. Her head resting on his shoulder.
“You will hurt me Arnav, I know you will” her words were somehow true but he shook his head, no she is wrong.
“I will not hurt you” he continued caressing her hairs.
“I know, you will” she repeated, hiccuping.
“Please stop crying khushi” he pleaded, he can't see her cry. He would love it if she would slap him or shout at him but no he can't see her cry. It's his weakness and he hated being weak.
She cried despite his pleadings. All of a sudden, her eyes shoot open and she pushed him away. Her eyes narrowed and she ran away leaving a very confused and perplexed Arnav behind.
He closed his eyes, why women are so complicated?
Life had broken my heart into pieces
You took my hand in yours
You started breaking down my walls
And you covered my heart in kisses ~ SIA
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Chapter#2 (read the note below)
Song for the chapter: Drunk all summer by Zayn Malik ;)
Right now I can't see straight, Intoxicated it's true, When I'm with you, I'm buzzing and I feel laced, I'm coming from a different phase,When I'm with you.~~~ZAYN
Flash back continues
It's been 2 long day, he had not seen her. After Payal’s wedding there is no news of khushi. He is mad at himself, he felt like a desperate man trying to convince a girl to stay with him. But it all seems so complicated and messed up.
All his life, he always ignored girls even if they were always around him writing him love letters and stuff like that. He hated it till today but right now he wants all those letters from khushi, he want her her to look at him, talk to him, irritate him but all she did was ignore him whenever he was around. It hurts and if makes him realize that how all those girls have felt when he ignored them like this. Maybe she is shy? Or maybe she knew his sister's intentions? His mind filled with so many thoughts blurting his vision. He shook his head trying to clear his brain.
“Chotte…” he heard his sister and glanced at her before looking down at his fingers.
“I have a news for you” his sister smiled mischievously but he didn't see that.
“What is it?” Arnav asked uninterested.
“Its about khushi ji” he shot her a look and opened his mouth to say something but closed it again.
“I and Nani asked for khushi’s hand for you” the moment Anjali said that, Arnav felt a rush of overwhelming feeling. Did she say no? He wanted to know but didn't say.
“...She said yes…” Anjali said “I know we shouldn't have asked her hand without asking you but…” he didn't hear what Anjali was saying.
His eyes widen in shock, amazement and anger but it was soon replaced with happiness and a smile appeared on his handsome face.
“Did she really say yes?” he asked unsure remembering her unusual behaviour.
“Yes and” his sister sat beside him “Your wedding is in two weeks” Arnav just nodded not a word left from his mouth. It's f*king overwhelm situation.
“Are you happy?” his sister asked smiling.
“Yes I am!” he admitted softly.
“I am so happy……” his sister kept on ranting about so many things to be done and how happy she is but all he could think was about khushi. Is she really happy?
Suddenly, he was concerned.
Khushi sat on the bed looking at all the clothes, jewelry and so many other things brought by Anjali. It doesn't make her happy, she isn't excited. She is disappointed. She is tired of all the **** happening around her. She doesn't want to get married, not that she don't like Arnav. She loves him but her inner voice is telling her to stop. Stop moving in a relationship. She isn't ready.
Her parents had not bother to know what she want, all they care for is that Payal shouldn't suffer in Her in laws. They are ready to sacrifice khushi in order to keep good image in front of Raizada. They know She Will not be happy but they don't seem to care. Not that they hate Her but they love Her and are worried about Her future.
Truth is that, her parents are very simple and cultural. They think a girl’s future lies in Her in laws but after everything happened in past few months, she has known that you are alone, you gotta stay strong to survive and Arnav is Her weakness, she doesn't want that....
Her silence, her breaths, her heart, her every single fiber is pushing her away from everyone. Khushi feels like she isn't ready to share herself with anyone even if she loves that person. she needs herself more than anyone ever needed her.
she wants to continue her education. Be an independent woman.
Is she wrong in wanting the best for herself?
Arnav closed his eyes, gripped the seat handle, his jaws clenched. He misses khushi. He suddenly felt tears brimming in his bright dark brown eyes. He felt emptiness creeping inside his ribcage, faster than it ever did. He felt guilty!
“Khushi…” he breathed out aloud. It's been 45 minutes and he already missing her like hell.
Khushi has always been with him, never have she ever cheat on him. She was always caring, trying to make him happy, she lost her happiness so many times. Let's be honest, from the time they met, how many times did he make her smile?
Hardly 2 or 3 times. Hell, he couldn't ever understand her mood swings like she did. She was a human being who chose not to trust a man aka him because this man named Arnav have always hurt her. And today he hurt her again. Tears blurring his vision. He hates crying but right now, he wanted every single tear to flow, his chest felt heavy, maybe crying can make him feel lighter and better.
He felt suffocated.
After 8 hours and 10 minutes, he was in New land. A romantic beautiful city, London. He inhaled the fresh air exhale through mouth, letting his system feel fresh. He was standing in front of his black Porsche.
Khushi, was the only person his mind. She was crying, is the only thing bothering him. He had left her all alone after whatever happened, he felt terrible!
Suddenly he closed the door of his car, turned to his heels and walked back in the airport.
“I need tickets for Delhi”
“Sure” said the woman, smiling.
“When is the next flight?”
“In two hours” he nodded, 10 hours and 10 more minutes, he will be with his girl, his khushi… he was somehow at peace now...
But isn't it too late?
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Mad Love never part is up (By Farakhan) (Thanked: 23 times)
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Khushi felt suffocated without him. She sat in the room silently as if she had lost everything. Why was she so sad? He said he would be back, then why her heart was longing to see him? She knew she loved him long ago, but was afraid to trust him because she was betrayed. She was afraid to lose herself again. She was afraid to be betrayed by Arnav whom she loved the most. But truth was that, she is and was insecure.
“You are pathetic, “ She told herself, wiping her tears off her cheeks.
“Are you crying with me?” she asked the idol of DM Whom she loved no matter what. “Why are silent? Talk” she burst in sobs again. Voices in her head mocking her.
“Khushi ji…” hearing knock on the door, khushi wiped her tears quickly and ran to open the door.
“Di. Why did you come here? You could have called me,” khushi said with her eyes widen, genuinely concerned. Anjali smiled at her lovely sister in law and patted her head.
“I went to temple and came here to give you holy water.”
Khushi sighed in relief. Last thing she would want is to see her sister or sister in law in pain. They were her angels. No matter what, they were always there for her.
“Thank you!” khushi smiled. Anjali shook her head and left to see her husband.
“Arrey!” Anjali interrupted Shyam who was busy on phone, “You are always working, no time for your wife here,” she grumbled.
Shyam, in a swift, held her hand and kissed it.
“Tonight,” he caressed her cheek softly, “Is for you my dear queen.”
Anjali blushed and they both sat down like a lovely couple and started chatting. If anything good happened to Shyam then it was his marriage. He loved Anjali for who she was. She never tried to seduce him or impress him. It was her genuineness that had attracted him. He had thought no woman could be as genuine as Anjali.
“There can never be someone as real as you are,” he had told her 2 years ago and she had laughed “DONT you see my brother?” she had challenged him that her brother had never pretended. He had clearly denied.
“No, he pretends to be cold when he isn't. And how do you call it real?” she had chose to stay silent because she knew her brother had lost his old self somewhere in dark dengoun and they were unable to reach it.
To change the subject she had asked “What if you found someone more geniun than me?” he had smirked “Impossible,” he had challenged confidently.
“And what if?” she had raised her eyebrow at him.
“I will make her pay for being better than you. Nobody can be Better than you my dear Rani Sahiba,” he had said with hidden determination as if sensing it Anjali had become worried and he had cleverly distracted her. With his charms!
And an year ago, he had seen someone better than his love, khushi. He always wondered, what was the relationship he shared with khushi? And he knew it was hate coated with love and obsession. He loved her realness and hated her for being better than his first love.
He was obsessed with her because he was curious to see what was so good about her? Who was she? Why was she alive and not dead? He had, many a Times, regret saving her from goons that evening. He regretted wring a gentle-man. It would have been much easier for her to break if he had let those goons rape her.
But, he wouldn't let her leave in this house where his love existed.
He loved khushi but not more than he loved Anjali. And, he knew, as long as khushi was alive, he wouldn't be at peace. He didn't want to be the passenger of two ships. He wanted to destroy one to give himself completely to his first love. Who, he thought deserved all the love.
“I love you!” he said with all the tenderness.
“I love you too!” Anjali whispered breathless.
“I will destroy everything that would try to part us,” his voice showed madness and Anjali shuddered.
“Nobody would do that,” she said that assuring him.
“I know because no one can,” she sighed in relief hearing his soft voice again.
“When us sale sahab coming?” he sake casually.
“In a week,” Anjali pouted already missing her brother.
“Just more night and everything will be under control,” Shyam told himself while hearing his wife whining about his much she missed her btother. Not that he mind hearing her, but right now he gas to excuse himself.
“I will be back before 8,” he told her and left. As he left, khushi entered.
“I am going to temple,” khushi told Anjali And left to temple.
Her heart beating fast. Suddenly she stopped in living room and walked toward wireless and dialed Arnav’s number but he didn't picked. It was off. She left a message.
“Arnav ji, please come home soon, I miss you. And I want you to know that I love and I have always loved you. I was just insecure. Truth is that I am weak and I am not good enough to be loved Thats why everyone leave me. Even my father left me. Yes! I will tell you today why I didn't trust you. Because when my mother was pregnant, my father thought she was cheating on him and he abandoned us both. I was raised without a father. Bullied in my school, teased by people untill my mother died when I was 8 in an accident. The accident was because of me! I wanted to see my father and she was taking to his office. I am a curse. I font deserve you but I wsntvyou to know that I love you and never ever forget that. Not matter what.” she kept the phone back on the table and took deep breath. She didn't know why but she said I all to him. In these 6 moths she had tried to make I with him but ever time she failed. But she wsnt regretting now. She was just afraid.
Danger was coming.
‘Indeed’ man standing in far corner rep lie to her thoughts mentally. He noted her weak points. They would help him in breaking her apart. His eyes darkened.
Khushi left for temple only to be harrased by men and Al she knew was that a man held her arm and closed her mouth. She was thrown in to the car, now sitting the floor.
Her eyes widened in anger, “Let me go,” she said. And Shyam smirked. Driver had started driving.
He held khushi’s hairs in his tight fist and slammed her head with the handle of car door. “Fella good, don't it?” she felt dizzy. Her head ached. She passed out without replying.
“Welcome to hell, khushi,” he mocked.
Okay! After this update I will give few chapters with flashbacks including their past! Means 6 months :) I need to sleep Noel.
Mad Love never part is up (By Farakhan) (Thanked: 22 times)
"HALF A HEART"
Shyam stared at her unconscious self lying on the floor in dark room.
“DON'T let her run away.” shyam told his men.
“Do you really think she can run from here?” one of the guys spoke smirking.
“You don't know her, getting ride from her isn't easy.” he said bitterly “And when I tell you, you will leave her alone to die.”
They looked at him to continue “And no one will touch her anywhere,” he warned.
EveningYesterday love was such an easy game to play.
Now I need a place to hide away.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
Arnav walked out of airport, back in his city, Delhi. Where his love was. He was nervous. What would khushi say? Would she even be in RM? Would everything be alright? His mind drifted back to their marriage as he sat in his SUV and driver started the engine.
Khushi loved him but she was insecure more than she could handle. Everything was blank. From the moment she had put her feet in temple to marry him, her mind was racing in past. It was all too soon? Was it? She seemed confused. He had sensed it all. He knew it the moment he glanced in her beautiful eyes. She hadn't been that girl, who he had fallen in love with. He had thought it was because, she was sad for the fact that she will have to depart from her parents. And off course it would make her sad. But he had been wrong. She was sad because she was getting married to him. Not that she disliked him but she didn't trusted him. He was still stranger to her.
He had not known that until their first-wedding-night. He had tried to kiss her and she had rejected him. Not harshly but her being afraid of him had been painful. He had compromised. “It was okay. She was just nervous.” he had told himself. But it wasn't okay. He was wrong, this time too.
He had tried to be nice, tried to change himself for her. He had even changed his room’s setting so she would like it. All the thing he did for her seemed to be useless. She didn't respond to his affection. He didn't get a kiss for anything. Not that he wanted kisses. You know the kind of affections girls show to guys when they do something special for them. But in his case, the more he ran in her direction, to hold her, the more he found her farther from his reach. It was painful. He spent sleepless nights, wondering why we she so distant. But he got no answer.
He, after 1 month and 20 days, gathered his courage and confronted her. He had almost cried in front of her and she was silent for few minutes. But then she broke down. She cried. She didnt fake, she reacted genuinely.
“I don't seem to understand myself,” she had told him.
“I can help.” he had said hugging her.
“Nobody can” was her reply.
“I can, If you let me in,” he had begged to which she had shook her head vigorously.
“You will hurt me, I know,” she had said wiping her tears, breaking the hug.
“I won't, I promise.”
“No....You all break promises.”
“Arnav Singh Raizada doesn't,” I knew she trusted me for a minute. I knew, I saw in her eyes. As if she saw a familiar man in stranger's crowd. As if she heard him in all the noises in her head. She had stared at him for minutes in silence.
“I want to try.”
She had tried. She had been happy. They both were. She had hold his hand and walked beside him on the beach in Goa. She had let him kiss her on her lips. She had blushed. She had told him, “It all feel like a dream.”
And he knew he was successful. At least for next 3 months, they both had looked at each other’s eyes and had talked. He had not touched her. He could wait. Her feelings were important.
It was good as it lasted.
Until khushi started receiving messages from unknown number. Unknown number told her, her husband was cheating on her. She had ignored them for 15 days, according to her. And she had told him, she received his photos with Lavanya and Sheetal kapoor.
She had not trusted him. Even after he had begged her to look at him. She had turned her face away.
“You broke the promise, Arnav Singh Raizada did.” she had accused him.
He couldn't sleep for a month. She hadn't talked to him. He worked his butt off to find the person behind the fiasco but it as useless. Finally Lavanya came to rescue. It was Sheetal who had told khushi, they both were just friends.
She had trusted them but chose to ignore his please. It had broke his heart.
He wanted to get away from everything. He wanted to get away from the woman he loved. He knew she was regretting. She said, she was sorry but it was him who chose to ignore this time.
Now he was regretting too.
The car stopped so did his thoughts. He sat numb for a minute. Was khushi in? He wondered. Will she be happy?
His whole world came crashing down, hearing that she wasn't home from afternoon and is nowhere to be found. She can't possibly run away? She said she would wait.
“Did you call her?” he asked his sister who was now shedding tears.
“She left her phone home.”
“Damn,” he without wasting another second left the house in search of his bride, who, according to his sister, wasn't in her parents house, too.
Khushi opened her eyes only to met with darkness.
"Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away.
Now it looks as though they're here to stay.
Oh, I believe in yesterday."
“Good morning,” her frown deepened hearing his creepy voice.
The dark room smelled of death. Khushi shivered as the cold knife touched her neck. Was she going to die? Will he kill her? She will not see her lover again? It broke her heart. She couldn't fight. She was bound.
“Should I kill you?” he said smirking. Khushi said nothing. She was lost thinking about Arnav. “I will kill you, without using a weapon.”
“Why?” khushi asked frowning.
“You deserve it, you deserve all the hate and pain. Every single tear you shed is just.”
“You are pathetic.”
“I am what? Look who is saying!” Shyam said faking surprise “You are pathetic. That's why your husband left you.” khushi clutched the arms of the chair she was bound to. “He will not come here. He is tired of a b itch like you khushi. He doesn't care nor does he love you.”
“No you are lying.” khushi gritted her teeth.
“Didn't your father left your mother too?” khushi eyes widened. She sucked in air. “Arnav will leave you too.” he smirked “He already left you.” he chuckled making khushi angry. “You are just a loser, nobody wants you.” he said and for a moment khushi agreed with him. She was manipulated by his words but as he continued she knew he was tricking her. “Arnav is just like his father.” he leaned back on his chair “He has no heart.” khushi’s furrows deepened “His father cheated on his mother so don't you think he is like his father.” Arnav can never be like that, khushi knew that. She will never commit the same mistake again. Even if it means to die, she will. “His mother…”
“I know now shut up.” khushi angrily spit at him.
“Khushi…” he took a deep breath, “I love and hate you for who you are. But i assume my love to be hate. I am not going to kill you. The darkness will.” he left the room, khushi cried, tried to stop him. But she was left alone with darkness all around her.She was going to lose herself she knew that but she tried. She still tried...
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