Part 8
" Aah..." moaned Khushi in
pain as a vice like grip developed on her waist as Arnav held her against the
door firmly.
"You are hurting me!" said Khushi in a hoarse whisper as she winced
in pain.
" And you? You can hurt anyone for your profit, Khushi Gupta Singh
Raizada?What were you saying in front of Di?" asked Arnav, in a dangerous
voice.
" I was asked for my opinion." said Khushi, in a fake confident voice
because she didn't want to bend in front of him anytime.
" You were asked? And you placed your opinion in a extremely NICE way,
didn't you?" asked Arnav sarcastically before drawing Khushi extremely
close to him by pulled her by her upper arms.
" You killed my parents, destroyed my childhood, broke my heart but still
my heart says something and my mind explains something else." said Arnav,
through gritted teeth, which was scaring Khushi to the core.
She had not anticipated this to happen. And hence she was going numb after
hearing his side.
She broke his heart?
When?
He hates her, doesn't he? Then how can I break his heart, pondered Khushi.
" But you know what, my mind always triumphs and it says that you are
nothing but a fake person just like your family. Your family played with my
family's feelings and destroyed it and you are no different!" shouted
Arnav, which his anger was making him forget sanity and logic.
He was unable to think about the whole situation from an unbiased point of
view. It is always from a son's, a brother's or a lover's points of view that
he is observing this situation and it is certainly not helping him.
He was unable to realize that Khushi was being a victim in his hands and was
certainly not a culprit for his condition.
" For every goddamn thing your family wanted a price, isn't it? Now for
that they will have to pay a huge price, Khushi Arnav Singh Raizada."
warned Arnav, in a scarily low voice.
" Arnav..." tried saying Khushi, who wanted to calm him down first
before telling him, her side of the story but it only seemed to provoke him
further.
Arnav pushed her onto the bed and
leaned dangerously close to her.
" Is there something you and your
family didn't try to price? No, that's because your heart, your soul and your
mind, everything is black." said Arnav, while gritting his teeth.
The molten brown eyes which were now
throwing daggers on her were scaring her. His anger was scaling to new heights
as no words seemed to form from Khushi's mouth.
" When everything which belongs to
you is impure then even your body should be impure, isn't it? My touch disgusts
you and makes you feel impure right? Get used to it, because I am not going to
leave you till I destroy you." roared Arnav.
Khushi was shedding innumerable tears as every word of his, painfully echoed in
her heart. It was breaking her down completely from inside and now she was
unable to even speak or push him.
" And don't even try to complain to Di or you will never be able to
complain in your life. SAMJHI TUM?" barked Arnav, loudly which this time
reached to Anjali's ears.
Anjali came running towards the room and banged the door while asking,
" What happened? Open the door, Chotte!"
Arnav was brought back to earth from his seventh sky of anger by Anjali's
voice. He pushed Khushi on the bed, making her fall on her face and went to
open the door.
" Yes, Di?" asked Arnav, while raising his eyebrows.
" Is Khushi inside?" asked Anjali, suspiciously even though she was
sure that Arnav was shouting on Khushi. But she wanted Arnav to confess about
it.
" Yes, Di." answered Arnav, in a nonchalant tone while anger was
trying to make its way out, all over again seeing his Di still concerned for
his wife.
" Were you shouting on her?" asked Anjali, without adding Chotte to
it, which Arnav had noticed and realized that his Di was angry on him.
"Yes, Di." answered Arnav
again in just two words, which this time got on the wrong side of his sister.
" Explain." ordered Anjali,
with a stern face while trying to look inside to see how was Khushi as her path
was blocked by Arnav.
Khushi, on the other hand, had buried
her face inside the mattress as tears were today flowing without any bounds.
How can anyone be so cruel?
How can anyone behave so harshly with a
girl?
How am I the reason of his parents
death when I didn't even meet them?
The questions in her mind were so many
that she didn't even hear Arnav and Anjali talking or rather shouting.
" She is my wife and I believe I
have that right to shout on her, Di." said Arnav without any kind of
hesitation, while Anjali had seen Khushi's trembling form, which signed her
that she was ill treated badly.
Anjali held Arnav's hand and dragged
him to the hall, while Arnav followed her quietly without struggling.
" Wife? Yes, she is your forced
bride. How could you even force her to marry you, just because I asked you to
bring back her to her Sasuraal?" shouted Anjali.
As a girl, she had understood what
Khushi was undergoing due to inhumane actions from her brother. And she wanted
to help her now as her stay here shouldn't be at the cost of her happiness.
" Yes, Di. I forced her to marry
me because you asked me for bringing her back. I am mistreating her because I
hate her.
I hate her for being the cause of death
of our parents.
I hate her for being the cause your
pain and our destroyed childhood.
I hate for breaking my heart and making
me heartless.
I hate her so much that I don't regret
what I did, or doing or will do." said Arnav, in a firm voice but just as
he completed his words he felt a tight pain stinging his cheek. He held his
cheek to control the pain and looked at his Di who was fuming in anger.
" I am ashamed to call you as my
brother. You are no longer my Chotte, Mr.Raizada. He is dead for me.You are all
grown up now and you are THE Arnav Singh Raizada. But remember I am Anjali
Singh Raizada and I will not let you torture an innocent soul in the name of
revenge." vowed the angry sister of Arnav Singh Raizada, Anjali Singh
Raizada.
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