FF: ArHi: Perfectly Imperfect::COMPLETE - Page 24

That was soo superb writing.
Lovd d way arnav xpresd his feelings on kushi.
Realy want to read more abt thr past.
Cnt soon.

Loved the update. I really like how Arnav didn't go away and listen to her and told her his feelings too. The last sentence was fab.
I am still curios what's there in the paper which tore Khusi like this.

Continue soon

Nice One :) The Confession Took Place 😍

Loved it! Gosh you always amaze me with your writing, the song selection and all. I think i love this ff of yours the most.

fabulous part liked a lot

loved it...
Song selection is superb...

Wonderful.. If you would PM me when you update next.. it would be great ..Thx :)

  Perfectly Imperfect

 

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Authors Note: Thank you all for the wonderful comments and likes ' PM's will be sent to those who buddy me, I'm sorry but I don't know any other way, and comments are what keep this fic going so do take a minute to comment if you like it.

As you all know by now this is a song based ficlet and the song for this chapter is '

What Hurts the Most- By ' Rascal Flatts

      Enjoy!!

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Chapter - Eleven

 

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I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house,- that don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry
Every once in a while even though goin' on with you gone still upsets me

 

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His hands clutched, the steering brutally as he sped recklessly through the mountain passes of Shimla. His recklessness one of the many things that had been induced by the loneliness of the past six months. Not that he was counting days or anything. He was after all Arnav Singh Raizada, and 'oh screw that.

He was counting.

Of course he was counting'and not just days, hours.

Minutes.

Seconds even.

This was Khushi we're talking about.

And if ever a girl had been able to bring Arnav Singh Raizada to his knee's it was her.

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 There are days
Every now and again I pretend I'm okay but that's not what gets me

What hurts the most
Was being so close

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Tears rolling down her cheeks in a never-ending stream, she looked blankly out into the vast expanse of white that covered everything in sight.

Much like the bleakness that covered the expanse of what was left of her life.

If it could even be called that.

Without her arrogant, tyrannical Laad Governor, it was more of an eternity of throbbing loss.

Sniffing softly as she pressed a fist to her mouth, she wondered why it was she always seemed to be robbing him of family.

First his sister.

And now...

 

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And having so much to say
And watching you walk away

And never knowing
What could have been

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Her hands cold from sheer nervousness, she tucked them under the lapels of her husband's coat as they both waited impatiently for the doctor who seemed to have disappeared not moments ago.

Her husband contrarily seemed perfectly calm. As if he'd been in here with a dozen women a dozen times before. And even though she knew he hadn't been she couldn't resist but nettle him a bit, after all'he was so adorable when he was mad-but-not-yelling-because-she-was-pregnant.

But even before she had the chance to open her mouth, her husband, bent down to level himself with her, and placed a peck on her lips, drowning her in his steely eyes as he waited for her to focus entirely on him for a moment, every other thought evaporating of its own accord.

And only then with her gaze locked in his, did he whisper to her, "Thank-you."

 

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And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin' to do

It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' It

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"Thank-you." He whispered to her, watching as his wife's eyes widened with surprise and then softened with tenderness at his simple yet out of character acknowledgement.

It never failed to amaze him how the littlest things, the smallest of gestures brought such a huge smile to her face. 

He felt his mind flood with memories of all the times she'd thanked him with a litany of how and why she was so very happy with what he'd done for her, or what he'd gotten her, or what he'd ensured was done for her. It was as if she was incapable of stopping at an elegant yet simple 'Thank-you'. No for her there had to be explanations and details and measurements of how thankful.

She was absolutely insane.

But she was his.

And he wouldn't have her any other way.

And with that thought, he took her still surprisingly mute visage into his hands and framed it, as he began his own monologue.

 

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It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over

 

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It was as if the all the perfectness in the world had been squeezed into this one moment.

Before she'd even had a minute to process that her husband the man who never even deigned to acknowledge that something had been done for him, was not only thanking her, but almost serenading her as he listed in his husky voice the dozens reasons he had for thanking her.

So enthralled was she by his sweet gesture, that it was only near the end of it that she realized what he was doing. He was giving her what she gave him, thanking her in his words but in her way. Her eyes tearing at the sheer joy his gesture brought her, she entwined her own fingers in his, as they still loosely cupped her face.

"'Thank-you for the laughter you've brought to my life, Thank-you for the light you taught me to see, but most of all for giving me a family, Thank'"

But for once it was her who cut him off before he could finish. Repeating with a watery smile the words she was so used to being on the receiving end of.

"Thank-me with a kiss."

In that one moment it was as if the sun had broken loose of the weight of heavy clouds, such was the infusion of radiance of the slightly crooked smile gracing this man's usually somber countenance.

And with a twinkle in his eyes, he did exactly as she'd bid...very, very thoroughly.

 

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I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken

What hurts the most
Is being so close

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His eyes glassing over as he felt the memories of a time that had felt so right, so perfect, crawled over him and buried him, he merely found himself speeding up, just a little bit more.

Somewhere deep inside, one nagging thought had refused to release its death-grip.

What if she didn't want to be found?

What if he'd been wrong?

Khushi wasn't the type to hold a grudge.

She couldn't, no matter how mad she deserved to be she would either end up chattering away, having completely forgotten that she was supposed to be mad.

Or she would end up chattering despite it.

His Khushi, didn't know how to hold a grudge if her life depended on it.

Or so he'd believed.

Over six months.

And not one word. Not from her. Not from Payal, who he'd been so sure would know something.

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And having so much to say
And watching you walk away 

And never knowing
What could have been

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It no longer mattered, he decided, as he approached a sharp curve.

She had never, ever given up on him.

And he would be damned if he gave up on her.

He probably already was damned, not that he cared.

But, he would find her, even if it took him the rest of his life, and he would yell at her, and he would hold her in his arms as she cried, and he would explain in words this time not actions how despite it all, the only thing he truly needed ' was her.

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And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do

 

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Edited by Nmyra - 12 years ago

Wow u updated...
Will jump now to read and l come back with comments..😃

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Well it was beautiful... loved the song too. everything was brilliantly written. So Arnav now knows about the pregnancy Which was the flash back i guess. But why she left?? And it's now 6 months...

Hell of confusion here...
continue soon ..
Edited by shonagudia - 12 years ago

Awesome update. I end up reading it almost 3 times. It's lovely.