IPKKND: Turmoil Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

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‘After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can't face each other, but still they stay together.’ – Hemant Joshi

[Listen to the song while reading :3 I did while writing]

Arnav sat on the bed with his back resting against the header and his legs stretched straight into the blanket. He held the soft furry notebook in his hands and tried opening it but he couldn’t. It was locked. This time the lock wasn’t like the old times small Dollarama lock which could be open with even a hair pin. It was a different lock.

“Talking lock? What the!” Arnav’s mouth fell at the immaturity of Khushi’s. He sat there… thinking of what could be her password. For him it could surely be like ‘I hate Raakshas’ or ‘Laad Governor’ and maybe her all-time favourite line of mine ‘what the!’. The chances of ‘Unbelievable’ were pretty low, but his thoughts kept going around in his brain as if there was a circus going on.

“Why am I even thinking about something relating to me as a password?!” he wondered. “Jalebis" he said out loud, not enough to be heard out of the room.

But still, the diary didn’t open.

Arnav’s hand ran through his hair as he stood up to walk towards his balcony. It was now 3:14pm in the afternoon and he had been trying to unlock Khushi’s diary but it just won’t open. He had tried numerous kinds of passwords, but none of them worked.

One thought had been bothering him ever since the whole password idea had started, but he didn’t want to try that thought. His heart was telling him to try it, but his mind was telling him not to. He didn’t know which to listen to.

But then… his Di’s words hit him.

‘She loves you Chhotte and you know it’

‘As much as you deny this, but somewhere deep down in your heart… you love her as much as she loves you!’

He thought of testing it. For the first time, and the last.

Arnav lifted the diary and with all his courage, he said something he never wanted to say, “I love you Arnavji”

“Password accepted” the diary said in return.

In not less than a second, the diary and fallen on the floor and Arnav stood there like a statue. He couldn’t digest the fact that yes… there was still someone out there who loved him after all the wrong and harmful deeds he had done to hurt his loved ones.

Bending down, he hesitantly picked up Khushi’s diary and opened it. His intentions weren’t bad, but somehow he couldn’t trust Khushi. She can lie to him and everyone else around her, but she’ll never lie to her diary.

When he found her first diary entry, he was utterly shocked that she had never dated her entries. They were just on a new page every time she wrote something.

Skimming through her diary, his eye caught the time when she mentioned her new family,

Dear diary,

After mum and dad left, I felt so lonely and I felt no one loved me. But then Shashi uncle adopted me, kept me with him along with his family. I felt loved again by my new found mother and father along with my sister; Lavanya. She was mean at first but slowly she got used to me. Today she yelled at me for no reason… dad had asked me to call her but she wasn’t listening. There. She snapped at me.

‘I knew she hated Lavanya! I knew it!’ Arnav thought in his mind. He was blinded into thinking Khushi hated Lavanya. He never noticed her sacrifices… her love for her family, for his family… for him.

But there was nothing that could be done. He had loved Lavanya dearly, and now she was no more. He blamed Khushi for it.

First Lavanya, and then the family. He thought that it was all Khushi’s fault.

Because she survived.

Flipping through the pages he landed on another page which mentioned his name.

Arnavji. Words can’t explain how arrogant and mean he is. Anger is always at the tip of his nose and smiling is restricted from his face. And that lopsided smile he gives! It makes me want to strangle him for being so… so adorable! Oh my gosh! I don’t even know what’s happening to me! But this is not supposed to happen! This is wrong! Arnavji hates me and I hate him! I can’t ever feel that way towards him! Lavanya and Arnavji are engaged! This is wrong. I have to control my feelings for him…

Shock had spread across Arnav’s face and words couldn’t describe how he was feeling right now. She truly did feel that way for him. But did he feel that way for her?

Did he have feelings for her in that way? Or did he still hate her for everything?

Closing her diary, he slipped under the covers and stared up at the ceiling. Things were changing so fast. Never had he ever imagined getting married to Khushi Kumari Gupta. It was never an option and here he was now. Married to Khushi Kumari Gupta; sister of his dead fiancé.

Arnav had never thought that he would lose the love of his life and his family. Yes, his parents had already passed away before, but now it was his sister and the rest of his family.

True that he shifted all the way to San Francisco and he had everything anyone could ever ask for but deep down he knew what he wanted. He wanted his family. But that wasn’t possible anymore. His family was gone forever.

Leaving India wasn’t so easy as he had thought it would be. Everyday when he stepped out of his room, he always expected to see his sister Anjali, holding a pooja thaal and praying to God; which he never believed in. He expected to see his Nani sitting on the sofa, sipping her tea while patting her goat, Laxmiji. He expected to see Payal and Akash secretly romancing in the kitchen and of course, he expected his fiancé to be walking around with Maamiji.

However, he didn’t see this in the morning. All he saw was Khushi, sitting at the porch and watching outside.

They rarely ever talked since their wedding and now she was just the quiet one. She never laughed and she barely ever smiled.

Everything had changed.

Just that one accident.

Everything had changed.

After Lavanya’s death he had decided to shift to San Francisco to try and reconcile himself. But it was only then when he got the news that his entire family had been in a car crash; including both Guptas’ and Raizadas’. Only one survived.

For the most, he hoped it was his Di, but he was wrong.

It was Khushi.

She was wounded and had scrapes on her face, but she was alive.

Out of all of them, only she was alive.

There was no way he could back out from his promise that he made to his sister.

He promised he would marry Khushi, and keep her safe.

And that was how he ended up marrying his worst enemy of all.

Where was NK in all this time?

Well, he had left for Australia, the moment Arnav had left for San Francisco. He wasn’t there during the accident and he knew that only Khushi survived.

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“I’m going to the beach ok,” Khushi knocked on Arnav’s door and slipped on her flats to head out.

She often went to the beach when she felt upset and confused. Watching the waves crashing and the sunset helped her to be calm.

She was wearing her light blue summer dress and held a book in her hand.

The beach wasn’t so far away from the house and she just walked it there to have some fresh air. Being emotional was one of her weaknesses and she hated it. There was no record of how many times she cursed herself for surviving.

She knew that Arnav didn’t hate her. He hated her luck. The luck that could’ve been with someone else in the family. He hated the promise he made to Anjali. Maybe he did hate Khushi.

Khushi sighed as she rubbed her arms up and down as the wind blew. Her hair flowing in the air and she couldn’t help but let the tears out.

The tears that she had hidden for the past 6 months since everything changed.

She knew there was no point in crying because it wouldn’t change the truth, but she had to let it out.

The pain she felt, the hurt and sadness that filled her heart was just too much for her. She inhaled a large amount of oxygen before breaking down.

The book she was reading was right next her and her hands were covering her face. Tears sprung down her cheeks, ‘If only I didn’t make the choice to go to the Mandir… we all could’ve been happy. Arnavji could’ve been happy even without Lavanya. It was my entire fault! Twice! I had done it twice! I couldn’t save anyone!’ she screamed to herself.

Crying to herself, she only thought of how much pain she caused to everyone around her. Today she wouldn’t have been here and Arnav could’ve been happily married to Lavanya. Anjali, Nani, Maami, Akash, and Payal would’ve been alive.

Everything could’ve been fine.

But she ruined it.

She ruined everything and she hated herself for it.

The phone ringing and her jump a little in shock. Sniffing and wiping her tears away, she hesitantly picked up her phone, “Are you coming home or not?” she knew who it was already. Of course it was Arnav. Through everything that had happened, they both still wanted to know whether one is fine or not.

Even the simplest conversations were fine for them.

They kept a distance from each other but it was understandable.

Nothing could ever change the way they felt for each other. Anjali had tried her level best to at least try and make them talk to each other with a bit of respect and kindness. But no. Situations got worst when Lavanya died. Arnav’s hate increased for Khushi. Anjali couldn’t do anything. The hate was always there.

There was no love.

“Well I’m just going to stay here for a little longer. I don’t think you even want me in the house,” she replied coldly. There was never a chance for them to speak to each other with some softness. It was always a cold conversation.

Neither of them would ever try and compromise, especially Arnav. His hate would only increase when Khushi showed attitude to him. His inner beast would appear and though he never really abused Khushi physically. There was no number of how many times he had made her cry and how many times he had hurt her emotionally.

Arnav would hurt her, but those tears that shed down her cheeks would always make him regret his actions. Apology, sorry, or thank you were the words that he never used for Khushi. He had stopped the simple words of hi and bye ever since Khushi survived.

It was an exception that he was cold towards Khushi, but now, he was cold with everyone. Staff, and people he worked with were well aware of the situation. They knew his loss and they tried their best to not annoy him or give him a reason to be angry.

“Of course I don’t want you in the house! But that stupid promise I made… just come home now!” he yelled through the phone. Khushi was taken back a bit but it didn’t change her attitude, “I can hear you Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada. There is no need to yell,”

This was how it was. The argument between the two started off with the smallest reasons and ended up causing huge arguments.

Both of them had equal egos.

“I need you in the house in 5 minutes, and that’s an order.” His tone was harsh and filled with anger.

Khushi sighed, getting up on her feet and she reluctantly agreed on coming home, “I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” she cut the call before Arnav could argue with her. Arnav had always been punctual. His timing was 99 percent accurate and he hated being late or people being late. He very well knew that Khushi wasn’t the one who would handle his bossy, arrogant attitude. She was a complete opposite now. She was rebellious, and he didn’t like it that way.

 Holding her book in one hand, Khushi slipped on her flats again and walked down the beach towards the sidewalk. She knew that once she got home she’ll only hear Arnav shouting at her for no particular reason.

Her steps were at a normal pace, she wasn’t in a rush to get home. Whether early, on time, or late, she knew that Arnav was still going to yell at her.

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Translations:

Raakshas = Monster

Laad Governor = Lord Governor

Pooja thaal = Worship tray

Mandir = Temple

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