Forced to Love? ~ Part 32

Forced to Love? ~ Part 32

 

 

Arnav came back home and looked around. The living room was empty but he could hear talking from the kitchen. He walked in and saw Payal and Anjali cooking. He looked around but didn’t see Khushi.

 

“Oh Chote, you’re back?”

“Yeah.”

“How was it?”

“It was ok. They’re both suffering.”

“That’s good then! Did you go to see Anaamika aunty?”

“Yeah.”

“What did she say?”

“Nothing much. Di, where’s Khushi?”

“Oh she was tired do I told her to go and rest.”

 

Arnav nodded and then made his way up the stairs. He opened the door to their bedroom and saw Khushi sitting on the bed, flicking through their marriage album.

Arnav could see she had tears in her eyes. Arnav shut the door and then went over to sit by her.

 

“What the matter?”

 

Khushi looked up and wiped her eyes.

 

“Nothing, when did you come back? Should I get you anything?”

 

Khushi, got up, but Arnav stopped her by holding her hand tenderly. He pulled her back.

 

“I know something’s the matter.”

 

Khushi looked at Arnav and then broke down into tears. She rested her head on his lap and hugged him around the waist, like a child.

 

“Why did this have to happen?”

“Baby, don’t cry.”

 

Khushi suddenly pulled away and curled herself into a ball.

 

“I shouldn’t have hugged you, I shouldn’t have held you.”

“Oh course you should have. I’m your husband. If you don’t hug me, who else are you supposed to hug?”

“No! I’m dirty, impure, I can’t touch you and you can’t touch me!”

“Khushi! Why are you saying that? You are not dirty, and you are the purest human around!”

“No, I’m not. I was nearly raped. Another man nearly touched me!”

 

Arnav shook his head and lifted Khushi and pulled her close.

 

“Nearly Khushi, nearly. He didn’t rape you, you are clean and you are my wife.”

“But he nearly did!”

“I know it hurts you…”

“Its not about me, Arnav, its about you! How can you live with a woman who’s been touched by another? You deserve so much more!”

 

Arnav looked at Khushi, shocked at what had just come out of her mouth. And it finally hit him. She didn’t feel good enough for him. Again!

 

“Khushi, don’t say that! You are good enough for me! You are the best I could ever do! To be honest, I’m shocked I got such a unique individual like you as my wife! And again, he never managed to do anything to you, and even if he had, I would still want you more than anything because I love you. You are my world, my future and my will to live.”

“Really?”

“Hell yes!”

 

Khushi smiled slightly and sat up. She looked at Arnav and then moved in. Arnav realised her intentions and met her half way. Arnav kissed Khushi. It was a mouth-consuming kiss. He was needy for her and she was just as needy for him. Arnav pulled Khushi closer to his body and felt her body mould against his. Khushi let her hands wander into his thick hair and she held him. Arnav touched Khushi waist, trying to find the bottom of her kameez. He found it and lifted the material and let his hands in underneath the fabric. Khushi felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. His hands were cold on her bare back, and she liked it. The kiss intensified and Khushi pressed herself further into Arnav’s body. Arnav held her closer and slowly lowered himself and Khushi onto the bed. Arnav’s back hit the bed and Khushi was on top of him. Khushi hands fumbled at the buttons of his shirt and opened the first three. Before she could go further there was a rapid knock at their door. Khushi broke the kiss and looked up.

 

“Chote, Khushi! Open the door quickly!”

“Di, we’re busy!”

“I don’t care, this is important!”

“Di so is this!”

“Chote, either you open the damn door, or I’ll get Shyam to break the door down!”

“Alright! We’re opening the door.”

 

Arnav got up; looking annoyed and refastened his shirt. He looked back and saw Khushi sorting herself out. When she was ready, he opened the door to look straight at his worried looking sister.

 

“Where’s the fire then?”

“Chote, you and Khushi have to come downstairs now!”

“Why, just come on!”

 

Anjali turned around and headed down the stairs. Arnav looked at Khushi and gestured that they should go. Khushi smiled and complied. Arnav took her hand gently and they went downstairs. Sitting there was Anaamika with another woman who looked of similar age. The entire Raizada household looked tense.

 

“Anaamika aunty? Is everything ok?”

“Arnav my boy! Khushi!”

 

She got up and hugged Khushi.

 

“I’m so very sorry for what Armaan did. I regret giving birth to him, I really do.”

“Aunty, its ok. Its in the past now. I’m moving on, you please forget about it as well.”

“You are such a sensible girl. God bless you my dear.”

 

Khushi smiled and looked at the other woman, slightly confused.

 

“Aunty what’s brought you here all of a sudden.”

“There’s something that I should have told you, something which is important for you to know.”

 

Khushi observed the other woman and was facing her.

 

“Ma ji? No you can’t be. But you look exactly like his mom. The same eyes.”

“Beta I…”

 

Arnav came over and looked at the woman and gasped.

 

“Ma?”

 

The woman nodded, smiling.

Forced to Love? ~ Part 32

 

 

Arnav came back home and looked around. The living room was empty but he could hear talking from the kitchen. He walked in and saw Payal and Anjali cooking. He looked around but didn’t see Khushi.

 

“Oh Chote, you’re back?”

“Yeah.”

“How was it?”

“It was ok. They’re both suffering.”

“That’s good then! Did you go to see Anaamika aunty?”

“Yeah.”

“What did she say?”

“Nothing much. Di, where’s Khushi?”

“Oh she was tired do I told her to go and rest.”

 

Arnav nodded and then made his way up the stairs. He opened the door to their bedroom and saw Khushi sitting on the bed, flicking through their marriage album.

Arnav could see she had tears in her eyes. Arnav shut the door and then went over to sit by her.

 

“What the matter?”

 

Khushi looked up and wiped her eyes.

 

“Nothing, when did you come back? Should I get you anything?”

 

Khushi, got up, but Arnav stopped her by holding her hand tenderly. He pulled her back.

 

“I know something’s the matter.”

 

Khushi looked at Arnav and then broke down into tears. She rested her head on his lap and hugged him around the waist, like a child.

 

“Why did this have to happen?”

“Baby, don’t cry.”

 

Khushi suddenly pulled away and curled herself into a ball.

 

“I shouldn’t have hugged you, I shouldn’t have held you.”

“Oh course you should have. I’m your husband. If you don’t hug me, who else are you supposed to hug?”

“No! I’m dirty, impure, I can’t touch you and you can’t touch me!”

“Khushi! Why are you saying that? You are not dirty, and you are the purest human around!”

“No, I’m not. I was nearly raped. Another man nearly touched me!”

 

Arnav shook his head and lifted Khushi and pulled her close.

 

“Nearly Khushi, nearly. He didn’t rape you, you are clean and you are my wife.”

“But he nearly did!”

“I know it hurts you…”

“Its not about me, Arnav, its about you! How can you live with a woman who’s been touched by another? You deserve so much more!”

 

Arnav looked at Khushi, shocked at what had just come out of her mouth. And it finally hit him. She didn’t feel good enough for him. Again!

 

“Khushi, don’t say that! You are good enough for me! You are the best I could ever do! To be honest, I’m shocked I got such a unique individual like you as my wife! And again, he never managed to do anything to you, and even if he had, I would still want you more than anything because I love you. You are my world, my future and my will to live.”

“Really?”

“Hell yes!”

 

Khushi smiled slightly and sat up. She looked at Arnav and then moved in. Arnav realised her intentions and met her half way. Arnav kissed Khushi. It was a mouth-consuming kiss. He was needy for her and she was just as needy for him. Arnav pulled Khushi closer to his body and felt her body mould against his. Khushi let her hands wander into his thick hair and she held him. Arnav touched Khushi waist, trying to find the bottom of her kameez. He found it and lifted the material and let his hands in underneath the fabric. Khushi felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. His hands were cold on her bare back, and she liked it. The kiss intensified and Khushi pressed herself further into Arnav’s body. Arnav held her closer and slowly lowered himself and Khushi onto the bed. Arnav’s back hit the bed and Khushi was on top of him. Khushi hands fumbled at the buttons of his shirt and opened the first three. Before she could go further there was a rapid knock at their door. Khushi broke the kiss and looked up.

 

“Chote, Khushi! Open the door quickly!”

“Di, we’re busy!”

“I don’t care, this is important!”

“Di so is this!”

“Chote, either you open the damn door, or I’ll get Shyam to break the door down!”

“Alright! We’re opening the door.”

 

Arnav got up; looking annoyed and refastened his shirt. He looked back and saw Khushi sorting herself out. When she was ready, he opened the door to look straight at his worried looking sister.

 

“Where’s the fire then?”

“Chote, you and Khushi have to come downstairs now!”

“Why, just come on!”

 

Anjali turned around and headed down the stairs. Arnav looked at Khushi and gestured that they should go. Khushi smiled and complied. Arnav took her hand gently and they went downstairs. Sitting there was Anaamika with another woman who looked of similar age. The entire Raizada household looked tense.

 

“Anaamika aunty? Is everything ok?”

“Arnav my boy! Khushi!”

 

She got up and hugged Khushi.

 

“I’m so very sorry for what Armaan did. I regret giving birth to him, I really do.”

“Aunty, its ok. Its in the past now. I’m moving on, you please forget about it as well.”

“You are such a sensible girl. God bless you my dear.”

 

Khushi smiled and looked at the other woman, slightly confused.

 

“Aunty what’s brought you here all of a sudden.”

“There’s something that I should have told you, something which is important for you to know.”

 

Khushi observed the other woman and was facing her.

 

“Ma ji? No you can’t be. But you look exactly like his mom. The same eyes.”

“Beta I…”

 

Arnav came over and looked at the woman and gasped.

 

“Ma?”

 

The woman nodded, smiling.