Chapter 17
Hello! Happy friendship's day :D Here is the next chapter of Silver Lining and Vinay's truth is revealed here. But he still has reasoning to do :P He has his chance in the future to explain along with revelation of Arnav's real life, his past and Khushi's life and her memories :D I hope u guys like the update :) The fb page is going to be created soon and the link will be posted after the update :) Look out for it and those who wants PM, send me buddy req. At least you can do this right? Not meaning to be rude or anything but it is hard for me to write, update, send PMs and send buddy req to people who want PMs at the same time. I hope you guys understand. :) It is not far for Arshi to come together again...I think you guys are going to guess it from the precap anyway 😉
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Chapter 12
Bonds for life...
Blood
is not the reason...
Bonds
form deep within the heart...
It
is not the family that matters...
Relationships
blossom because of trust...
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhgS45l19XA[/YOUTUBE]
Something
had changed...
Vinay could sense that from the air around
him. Had it suddenly become Happy? Joyous? Tranquil?
These were words that had turned completely
alien to his family from the past few months, since Kasturi Bua had passed
away. She had been the source of happiness to the Raizadas, their loving
daughter known for her crazy yet sophisticated character. She was like
sunshine, happy, energetic and enthusiastic, melting all the pools of sadness
around her, casting her charm in every particle of air. The entire family
was glowing because of her. And one day, suddenly, that glow and vigour had
been sapped out of the family, leaving them to suffer in the darkness, mourning
the death of their pride. But they just suffered. Anjali, Kasturi's daughter,
had endured much more than all of them. She had a lost a piece of her soul, her
confidence, her life in the form of her mother and she wasn't the same after
that. She had forgotten what it meant to be blissful.
Yet,
Vinay could feel the palpable change in the atmosphere. Something was stirring,
transforming and a few moments later, his answer appeared before him. He was
too stunned to say anything as he watched her walk into the house, that
radiance back on her face.
Anjali walked back into the house with a new
spring in her step. She was the same old Anjali again, the ever smiling
sunshine girl. Walking next to her, taking tentative steps into her huge manor
was a small boy of around 13 years. He was looking around nervously, squeezing
her hand every now and then and staring at all the beauty and grace her mansion
glowed with. He was the boy who brought back the old Anjali. He was the boy who
melted her frozen heart. He was her little brother, Arnav.
Coming
to a stop in front of Vinay, she gave him a huge smile, one that he had been
dying to see, experience. He was just staring at her, his mouth agape, his soft
brown eyes widened in surprise. She just smiled more brightly as she hugged
him, introduced him to Arnav and told him her story of coming back to herself
and how her little brother, Chhote as she named him out of love, had helped her
regain that lost confidence, affection and energy.
For a few moments, Vinay was silent as were
all the members of his family who were lost for words to express how pleased
they were to see their Anju like this. But as it dawned on him that Anjali was
finally back, Vinay couldn't contain his excitement. In sheer happiness, he had
picked up the boy and twirled him around in the air, yelling "thank you!" not
less than a hundred times while Arnav was too surprised to say anything at
all...
That was the moment Arnav had become
Arnav Singh Raizada, the apple of the Raizada family. He had done something
seemingly impossible and for that the whole family owed him their happiness.
They showered all their love and affection on him from the time he had been
adopted into their family as Kasturi and Rajnath Malik's foster son, Mahendra
Pratap and Manorama Singh Raizada's son and Anjali Malik's loving brother. He
was instated as the heir of the family and had been bestowed with the surname,
Singh Raizada. Vinay could never forget that day in his life when all the darkness
surrounding them was washed away by the mere presence of this little boy, who
was shy but very adorable. Most of the time, one could see him cowering behind
Anjali, nervously peeking out from behind her and staring at all his family
members with his bright, innocent, molten chocolate brown eyes. Everything seemed to be
back in place for this family until one day Arnav decided to detach himself
from his family and turn aloof...
Though he never knew the reason until then,
Vinay had never felt that pain Anjali endured because of Arnav. He simply
believed Arnav was probably missing his real people, his real family and wanted
some time alone to gather his thoughts but never had he thought that he was the
real reason behind Arnav's cold behaviour. Something that even hurt him more
was the fact that he was the real reason for Arnav to come to their home in the
first place. He had ruined everything for Arnav. He had made him homeless. He
had built his castle of his happiness over Arnav's sufferings.
That guilt had made him incapable to
face that ball of fire standing there in front of him, his eyes mirroring the
deepest loathing and revulsion his heart held for Vinay. Arnav's gaze was so
strong that Vinay was buckling on his knees, unable to tolerate the amount of
hatred it exuded. That mountain of guilt was tearing him apart but he could do
nothing to redeem himself. Arnav had point blankly refused to give him that
opportunity.
However, that embarrassing silence was broken
by Mahendra, who approached Arnav and held him by his shoulders, "Arnav beta,
is this true?"
Arnav looked at his uncle and nodded
stiffly. Manorama gasped and started crying. Devyani was distraught and found
her solace when her grandson, Akash hugged her and comforted her. Lavanya was
looking around in confusion but her lovely coal black eyes were wrought with
deep melancholy. Anjali was too tired to even cry. She just stood there,
staring at her younger brother with love and sympathy, a deep guilty sympathy.
Mahendra looked at Arnav sadly and muttered,
"Arnav beta, I don't know what to say..." but Arnav walked away from him, not
giving him the chance to complete his sentence. He believed that whatever had
happened, his family or so they said, had been responsible for it in some or
the other way and he had no interest in making any sort of conversation with
them. All of them, Lavanya, Manorama mami, his nani, everyone tried talking to
him but he resolutely ignored them, reached his sister, squeezed her hand
tightly and walked out of the manor, into the darkness.
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Chris McKinley never felt depressed from
the time his best mate, his partner in crime Khushi came into his life. But
that was exactly what he felt right now. Utterly depressed and lost. It had
been just a week since she had gone to India and here he was, making it look
like a year already. Life got so boring and monotonous without an occasional
explosion caused by her. She was like this burst of energy. She just couldn't
sit simply. That was her beauty and he wanted it back.
He wasn't in love with her. No. Love and
attraction was never a part of their relationship from the time they met. He
had immense respect for her and in some way she filled that void his little
sister had left in him when she passed away in a skiing accident a few years
back. Khushi too considered him her brother. Both had such easy camaraderie
with each other that it was hard to believe they didn't know each other before.
They had just hit on instantly.
That is why when your best friend goes
away on a family trip, you feel jealous. Yes. Jealous. Chris too felt the same.
But that jealousy was eclipsed by worry. Chris was aware about Khushi's family
though she refused to talk about it openly. He had been with her at her lowest.
He had seen the way she used to hug her sister's photo and go to sleep. He had
seen the way she used to yearn for that love and affection a mother had for her
daughter. He had seen that, experienced that and knew how hard it was for
Khushi to stay away from the only people she considered her family.
He was busy musing when his phone
buzzed. Looking at the caller ID, his face wore a big smile, "Gupta!"
"Hey big guy!" Khushi smiled, "How are
you?"
"I am suffering!" Chris whined, "When
are you coming back? It's so boring without you here!"
"I miss you too big guy..." Khushi said
sadly, "but I have only just come here and I need to be with Diya for a few
days as well..."
Chris nodded, "I understand. How is
she?"
"Just crack-a-lackin!" Khushi grinned,
"was watching Madagascar with her a while back..."
"Cool..." but suddenly he was hit with
another bout of jealously, "Hey that's supposed to be our movie watch together,
isn't it?"
"Oops!" Khushi giggled, "Sorry big
guy...forgot!"
"Yeah right!" Chris muttered, "You mess
up big time, Gupta!"
In no time, they both were laughing their heads over some silly best friend jokes only they understood. It didn't matter
how far they were from each other, they knew exactly what it took to bring a
smile on the other's face. Many had mistaken their friendship for a
relationship but for these two, that was also a matter of humour. They had
spent ages laughing over how the people "aww-ed" at these two walking into the
canteen holding each other's hands. In fact they both used to do that on
purpose to rile the other people up.
"How're things there?" Khushi asked after
they had finished guffawing, "How's your Linda?"
"Gupta!" Chris fired, "one more mention
of that woman and I am going to cut the call!"
"Okay, but why are you so annoyed if I
bring up her name? As far as I remember she genuinely likes you," Khushi said
seriously.
"My standard of women has increased
since I met you, Gupta..." Chris replied, now scratching marks on his desk, "I
can't tolerate women who fawn over men..."
"McKinley, that's a very rude way of
putting it," Khushi admonished.
"No, Gupta..." Chris said, "it isn't...
if it was any other girl, I am sure she must have got a clue that I am not
interested in her. This one just doesn't!"
"May be she doesn't want to," Khushi
suggested, "have you ever tried talking to her in one mind?"
"I don't want it in the first place..."
Chris said, "Will you please cut it? I am not ready to take another lecture on
how Linda doesn't see anyone else but me. That woman is annoying. Period."
"Okay boss," Khushi said exasperatedly,
"what's up and how is Amanda by the way?"
"Oh she is fine..." Chris replied, "Work
you know... don't know from where she gets loads to keep her busy. She just
doesn't take an off..."
"Yeah, Amanda is like that..." Khushi
smiled, "So what else? How are you doing there?"
"I am feeling super bored!" Chris
started again, "it sucks to stay alone you know without having your menace
friend to mess things up."
"Yeah well..." Khushi agreed, "Life
here is almost same expect for Diya. She is just too excited to have me
here..."
"I understand..." Chris said, "by the
way it is getting late. Go to sleep. I will call you tomorrow..."
"Actually, I called to ask you a
favour..." Khushi said as she remembered the real reason she had called him.
"Anything Gupta," Chris said and Khushi
started saying what exactly she wanted him to do.
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Time
heals all wounds...
How untrue the saying was. Here he was, still stranded in that abyss
where there was nothing but darkness surrounding him. Not even a shred of
light. His demons from the past haunted him every day, every minute, and every
second of his life, making him feel extremely revolted about himself that how
he was never able to save the situation. Even though he was a mere, helpless
kid at that point of time, he had always thought he shouldered every
responsibility because he was more strong headed and wise. Yet his wisdom had
crumpled before fear and apprehension. The destiny had mocked him, laughing at
him cruelly while he had struggled to hold all the shattered pieces together.
It had just ridiculed him...made him a fool at its hands...
Now, even after 15 years, he was nowhere close
to thwarting the evil plans of the fates. While his hard work and resoluteness
had awarded him with a successful professional career and life, his personal
life still floated around in the darkness, desperately trying to see some
light, some joy. He had been unable to pull himself up together. Something or
the other held him back from breaking free, get liberated. His heart felt heavy
with all the torments weighing him down and a vortex of confusing emotions
swirled deep inside his heart, creating a void in its eye, hungry for some love
and affection, some friendship, some trust. But, alas, all was in vain. He was
alone and he would be alone. The missing piece of the jigsaw that connected his
two worlds now was lost forever, leaving a prominent empty space that was hard
to be filled by anyone else, even his sister.
Thinking down the painful memory lanes made
him miserable and tired and Arnav slid down the trunk of a gulmohar tree that
was planted in garden of Raizada mansion. The garden was huge and had many
trees and plants that gave Arnav plenty of privacy as well as peace. He was
very fond of nature and greenery. He had practically grown in her arms, waking
up to beautiful sunrises of Dehradun, cycling down the narrow lanes bordered
by thousands of trees, standing at mountain tops and yelling with his hands
cupping around his mouth, making stones go skipping on the surface of the
water... so much happy memories, so much fun and excitement. He had had the
best childhood but everything just vanished in a flash... like poof!
"Talk about magic!" he muttered in distress
when he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder and looked up to see his sister
standing behind him looking at him with kind, sympathetic eyes. He blinked
stupidly as she sat down next to him. "Di, you here?"
"Chhote, are you alright?" Anjali asked
softly, her voice barely reaching above a whisper. Arnav nodded sadly before
staring into the distance.
"I know you are not alright," Anjali
said, caressing his head with a small smile. Arnav just slid onto her lap and
said nothing.
"Chhote...what is bothering you now?"
Anjali asked, "Even Vinay knows the real reason of why you hate him so much.
You just put out everything that was troubling you. But why are you still so
unhappy and sad?"
"Di..." Arnav said softly, "as much as I
feel relieved about shouting at Vinay, I still am not happy because I have
nothing to make me happy anymore except you. I want my life back Di. I want my
previous life back where I was carefree, happy and excited. Now I am nothing
but depressed."
"Why do you think like that?" Anjali
asked, "Why are you not even making an attempt to come out of the depression?
Why don't you think about making your life greener?"
"Di, if it is about Lavanya again then I
am afraid I have nothing to speak about it," Arnav said in a tone of finality
as he got up. Anjali sighed exasperatedly as she joined him and muttered, "why
do you dislike her so much?"
"It is not about liking or disliking
her, Di..." Arnav almost yelled, "it is just that I am not meant for her. How
many times do I have to tell you this?"
"Chhote, why do you think you are not
meant for her?" Anjali tried to convince him when Arnav said, "because love
happens only once Di and it has already happened to me..." and walked away from
her.
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Talking to Chris made Khushi forget her
problems. The whole time she would be really happy just because they both had
some real fun stuff to talk about, making new plans to menace, pulling each
other's legs and having loads of laughter in between. Anyone would think these
two had nothing sorry in their lives.
But as soon as they ended talking to
each other, both of them would go back into their personal miseries just as how
now Khushi was moping around, feeling extremely low. Diya was soundly asleep in
her room and her snores were carried up to Khushi's room which she found highly
amusing yet even that couldn't make Khushi happy right now. She just sighed
before collapsing on her easy chair and closing her eyes. Within few seconds,
sleep overwhelmed her.
She
was running as fast as little legs could carry her. Breathing heavily and
clutching the stitch at her side, she came to a huge tree which easily hid her
from whoever was pursuing her. She had to escape them, that was all her
survival instincts warned her.
Struggling
to catch her breath, she looked down at her little feet which were now bleeding
because of the running she did in the thorny areas of the wilderness. Her hands
were covered with scratches and had turned pink. Her pretty face too was hurt
and her lip was cut. Yet her pain didn't hinder her. Her mind was running wild
and all she could remember was,
Run! Run Chippu! You have to escape them! I will
hold them for a while! Just run! Go with Sister! Just run!
She had to run! She had to save herself.
Just then, she heard voices in the clearing, "She
shouldn't have gone too far! Get her!"
She
panicked. Her little hands trembled with fear. She closed her eyes for a quick
prayer and hid herself deeper into the tree's hollow though she was pretty sure
it might be some animal's house and it wouldn't probably like her butting in. She
prayed hard, peeked outside cautiously and when she didn't find anyone in the
clearing, came out of the hollow and started running again.
"I
hear someone running!" a voice yelled from somewhere behind her. She knew she
just had moments. She started to run harder but something caught her in the
feet and she fell face down on the rough ground, screaming.
Khushi
woke up with a start. She had screamed, she knew it. She was sweaty with a look
of pure terror written on her face. She needed some air. She needed to gather
herself. Bracing, she got out of the bed, wore a jacket over her pyjamas and
walked down to the door to go for a walk to clear her thoughts. To get a grip
on herself. She desperately needed some.
PRECAP:
You bloody moron. What the hell do you think you are doing?
I told you to lay off me. Didn't I?
Just who do you think you are and what can you do?
What can I do? I will show you what can I do!
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Comments (10)
nice dear😊arnav is in love wth 😃
11 years ago
seems like we are going to have a ARNAV kHUSHI FACE-OFF ON NEXT UPDATE...and how can they not have a fight on the first meeting..right...plz update soon...
11 years ago
live with past all your life isn't pleasent way at all, it didn't leave you on any destination. Arnav so much into his past, he was happy there, carefree, lively. But this life which arnav Singh raizada made for himself not what he wanted, he himself not what he wanted to be.life playa cruel games, make u suffer but at the end of dark lane there's a light but we just evaluate how to follow it. khushi also had a past which she hardly remember but it still hurts her, make her uncomfortable. She made herself busy whAt she had now but loneliness took over her also. so anjali and arnav aren't blood siblings but still their bond stronger than ever. Arnav lives in so much pain and heartache he needs to come out from it, it will leave him no where. Chris a wonderful besti one have, khushi have him, I really like their bonding
11 years ago
part 12awesome...poor Arnav...cont soon dear...
11 years ago
nice update !!! waiting for to read arnav and khushi's story... thanks for pm 😊
11 years ago
Hey A big thanks for PM me..Arnav & Khushi they both have a very complicated life...They both need each other to erase their painful memories...Love already has happened to Arnav...when??? How???Getting more n more curious ...Plzzz update soon the next partLoveTrisha
11 years ago
'isse agar aap thodenge, toh zindagi bhar aapka dil yeh bhoj sehta rahega...' okkk...so vinay was the one who demolished arnav's house in Dehradunvinay's pov is that it was a mistakearnav holds vinay to be responsible for his miserable lifearnav has lost the love of his life and cannot overcome that ... chris sees his gone forever sister in khushi ...khushi looks up to chris as her own sibling alongwith diya...what was the reason for vinay to pull down arnav's house and how did arnav meet anjali...khushi/chippu is running away from whom and why and who is holding the front...what is khushi's past and arnav's past... these r a few of the many ques...but wud gladly wait for the story to unfold... suspense is building up...thanx for the update...pls continue soon 😃nice precap 😳
11 years ago
...than k u dear ...yet so many pieces are missing ..and i'm waiting like a kid to finish this puzzle...precap sounds gr8
11 years ago
Precap has me super excited and i am dieing to see Arnav and Khushi in the same frame now...its been so long !Talking abt Vinay , Arnav and Anjali ... god i wish they all sit and communicate.. all this pent up angst and tension is not going to do any good.And what is this new dhamaka abt Arnav been in love ?😲
11 years ago
so will they come face to face soon???omg i am waiting for some fireworks
11 years ago