Arnav stood in his room, unable to bear the throbbing of his head and the static noise around him. His heart hurt, hurt beyond what he could tolerate.
And once he’d been proud that nothing hurt him.
Yet one look at the woman before him and the hurt intensified. For the first time in days he realized he was tired of this love. As he had feared, love had just been that. It allowed Shyam to exploit his feelings. At least previously the man feared him enough to keep his ugliness under wraps for the fear of what would have happened if he got discovered.
Yet now Shyam enjoyed picking apart pieces of Arnav Singh Raizada because it involved the woman he loved.
What Arnav should’ve done overnight, took months because the woman he was in love with was in question.
His own actions didn’t escape him. Perhaps he will never be able to resent Khushi, nor will he ever be able to look at the stars above given his deeds.
But oh boy didn’t he hate love at this moment.
Khushi looked at him, waiting for answers, teary eyed at his anger.
“Do you even know the gravity of what you’ve done?” Arnav spoke after a moment, balling his fists to control his raging anger.
“Shyam is her husband, he needs-”
“Do you know what Shyam told me? The night you two were on the terrace?” Khushi fell silent, the pride of ‘fixing’ Di’s life diminishing as bitter memories resurfaced - ones she refused to acknowledge even existed.
Thank You! and calm down I won’t delete this blog, I have too many memories attached to this blog. All the rants and gifsets and memes and the good times :)