ArHi New SS: Saiyaara Parts 1 - 5

Hello readers... it's been a while I haven't updated here on my Blog...

I have been working on this SS for a while and updating parts on IF.

Since each part is 1 Word page long, I decided to just update 5 parts every time I update this SS.

It will be less torture for you guys :P

Enjoy :)

This concept is really different... please do not get offended...

Saiyaara

[Listen to the song. It was my true inspiration]

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Teaser

‘What happens if you’re a Hindu and the girl you’ve fallen head over heels is a Muslim?

You both are willing to accept yourselves, but what about the world?

What about society?

What about RAW?

What about ISI?

Will they ever let me be with the love of my life?

If not… then I’ll be fighting for her.

All this time I fought for RAW.

This time I’ll be fighting for my love.

My Khushi

This is my story…

In which I fell in love for the first time.

With one girl…

In approximately 195 independent countries I found myself a girl part of ISI.

She was part of my enemies…

But I fell in love with her…

I am in love with her…

And I will be with her till eternity.

I love her

And she loves me.

We’ll face the world.

We’ll face RAW…

We’ll face ISI…

Arnav Singh Raizada and Khushi Khan will be one.

I’ll fight for our love…

I’ll fight for us!’

Part 1

The soft breeze passed by her face, letting her scarf float in the air…

It slid across my face as I blinked my eyes at the touch of it.

Her eyes flickered, I tried searching for her face, putting aside the floating scarf.

Black.

It was plain black with a thin red and silver embroidery.

Her eyes twinkled just like the stars that we were standing beneath of.

I was here to tell her my feelings…

And she was here to tell me reality.

Pushing aside her scarf, I took two steps towards her.

And she took two steps back.

This continued until she hit the tree, with me about three inches apart from her.

The moonlight face was now tilted on an angle which I could only let my lips touch her cheek.

Her eyes were shut.

Her breathing was abnormal.

Her hands were in fists, clutching the sides of her silky anarakali.

By now there must have been at least one hole, caused by her sharp nails.

Her lips were collapsed as if they were zipped up.

And I kept moving closer to her until…

Her eyes opened wide,

And within a moment, her hand fiercely pushed me back.

Her sudden change of expression.

Her change of attitude.

Her change of actions…

Just left me confused.

“This is wrong!” she yelled at me before wrapping her scarf around her face till shoulders.

“Then what is right?” I asked her.

Part 2

“Tell me!” I yelled.

“What is right?” I asked her again.

“I don’t know… but this is wrong!” she turned away from me.

“You can’t just end it like that… answer me dammit!”

“I don’t need to answer you Arnav! You already know!”

“No I don’t! I don’t know anything!”

“You do… you do know everything Arnav… this is not possible… it’s not right…” she lowered her eyes.

“It’s possible and it’s right… stop fearing of nothing…”

“Nothing?” her scoffed.

“Yes nothing…” I answered her plainly.

She walked till the top of the hill, while I was following her behind.

We stood below the shining stars as Turtle ran behind us as well.

‘Yes, she had brought her dog here with us, I wasn’t going to eat her was I?’ I thought.

“It’s not possible Arnav… that will be the result…” she said pointing at one of the stars.

“My father… he’s there now, because of the mistake he made of falling in love with a Muslim… I don’t want that to be you… so leave Arnav… just leave…” her eyes glistened.

“I’m not going anywhere Khushi! And it’s not like there’s no happy ending…” I explained to her.

“This is reality Arnav… stop living in the world of fantasies. This is not a fairytale in which there’s a ‘happily ever after’!” she spoke with some roughness in her tone.

“Stop thinking so negative Khushi!” I turned her to face me.

“How can I think positive? Tell me!” she demanded me to talk.

‘How can she think positive?’ I asked myself.

“Hope…” I said.

“Hope? Really?” she folded her arms.

“Yes really… hope… have some of it…”I pulled her in an embrace.

“Hope…” she sighed.

Part 3

By this time she was in my arms, her head on my chest…

Specifically on the left side shall I say.

She was listening to my heartbeat, which was now at an abnormal rate.

It was true.

A man always wants his love to be shorter than him so that she could listen to his heartbeat.

And this time I wanted the same.

I wanted my love, my Khushi to be able to hear my heartbeat…

Which only beated for her.

“Are you sure we’ll make it through this?” she asked me.

“Hmm…we will… as long as we have each other…” I replied.

Her arms tightened around me.

“ISI and RAW won’t let us be one so easily… in fact they won’t spare us at all…” she now was stuck on to me.

“We’ll get away from them… just have hope…” I assured her.

“But this isn’t right Arnav…” I was now not in her arms.

She had again pushed me away from her.

“Our countries trust us… and we can’t betray them… we can’t betray our countries Arnav!” she let her mind win over her heart.

“We’ll still be betraying them, since we’re secretly in love…” I held her by the waist.

“We’re not in love…” she denied it.

“Then what is this that we are in?”

“I don’t know… it’s just attraction… find another girl here in London…you’ll find tonns of them drooling over you…” her hands struggled to get away from me.

“You very well know that it’s not attraction… it’s love…” I pushed her scarf off her head.

“I’m a Muslim and you’re Hindu… we can’t be in love!” I felt a pierce through my heart at that moment.

“We’ve fallen in love… and you can’t change that and nor can ISI or Raw!” I simply replied to her.

Part 4

“You haven’t even said the three words that you’re already taking about falling in love!” she rolled her eyes at me.

“It’s not like you said it!” I defended myself.

“Girls don’t say it first! Men do! Looks like you have never had the time to think about love since you’re always busy shooting your enemies!”

Her tongue had slipped there.

She wasn’t supposed to say that.

“Were you really going to kill me?” she asked me.

I looked away at first, and then I looked straight in her eyes.

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know… that’s why I’m asking you…”

“Close your eyes… and think…”

The moment she closed her eyes, I knew she was going back in time when I first met her.

‘Friends call me Chotte’

‘I’m a writer’

‘Would you like to go on a date with me?’

She looked down.

And I knew she now felt guilty of asking me that question.

I lifted her chin up, to meet her eyes.

Tears were rolling down her eyes and she spoke the words which I never imagined she would.

“I love you Arnav…” she tried to smile while her tears kept rolling down her soft cheeks.

“I simply love you whether you’re a Hindu and I’m a Muslim!”

I felt a thud against my body, and I registered that she had tightly hugged me.

A little smile approached my lips and I let my arms wound around her slim waist.

“I love you too my Jhalli…” I let out a small laugh.

She laughed with me after I felt a light punch against my chest.

Part 5

We sat under the birch tree, still looking up at the sky.

Still looking at the shimmering stars and the bright moon.

“Do you think we’ll make it through?” she sat up a bit, still in my arms.

“We will…” I smiled.

The next second her phone beeped.

She stood up and left me.

Keeping a distance of 10 feet away from me, just to read a text message.

‘What was written in it?’ I thought.

After a few minutes she came back and sat in my lap.

“Who was it?” I asked her.

“A friend…” she replied without looking at me.

Her fingers were fidgeting with her scarf and I knew that she was trying hard to lie to me.

But she was caught.

We talked for a few hours and she fell asleep in my embrace and that’s when I caught hold of her phone.

I skimmed through it, trying to find the text message she had received a while ago.

It’s not that I didn’t trust her or I didn’t have faith on her.

I was just curious to know what was in that message of hers, which made her distance from me to read it.

And at last I found it.

It was from some guy.

“Shyaam…” I muttered softly, careful not to wake her up.

‘Did you make him fall in your trap? Has he fallen in love with you yet?’

What shocked me more was her response.

‘He’s madly in love with me… and I believe he’ll propose us to elope. I’ll contact you if anything like that happens…’

I was completely hurt. She had betrayed me. She was deceiving me.

Parts 6 - 10 will be posted together,

once I have posted them on IF.