Chapter 23

Batool Imran

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Karan looked at her and then at Vivek, his eyes still mad with anger, not believing what they had just told him.

"You two did it just accept it alright! There is no need to take advantage of the fact that a pervert like Purab was present at the party, because me and Arnav were personally keeping a check that Purab wouldn't get anywhere near Khushi" Karan said in an icy tone his gaze boring into Vivek and Khushi who were now looking at each other astounded by what Karan had just revealed to the two of them.

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Her eyes were on the verge of letting out big fat tears seeing him on his bed impatiently shifting here and there, seething with the internal pain he was going through. His eyes were bloody red, forehead wrinkled, face extremely devoid of any sort of color, the nauseous look n his face marring his handsome boyish features. She could see how hard he was trying to get control over himself, get control over the situation, like he did almost every single time, the one in control, the one always in control, how typical, she thought, he was after all Arnav Singh Raizada.

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"I am going to f**king rip apart that perverted douche bag!", Aakash said in a dangerously erry tone, shaking with anger so badly that the other four teenagers in the room knew he was at his worst right now.

"Bhai the party is almost over, and most probably Purab is gone too. You just go out for the time being bid everyone goodbye, and when everyone's gone we'll tell Anji Di about it" Khushi said sensibly keeping a firm hand on Aakash's shoulder from doing anything venomous that might result in problems for them later, not that they had enough of them already. The calm demeanor she was demonstrating right now, made Vivek look at her in awe, when only earlier he knew how frantic she was, and there was no doubt that even now she was frantic, maybe more.

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"Maa Jiji's gone with Aman uncle, I have to stay behind a sudden urgency has arrived" Khushi said in a metallic tone, everybody else darting puzzle looks at her, Aakash and Anjali both looking at her in utter dissatisfaction, while Vivek kept signaling her to not do it by forming two crosses out of his fingers.

"Khushi go home, there is no need to stay behind, me, Anji and Karan will handle it" Aakash told her in a brotherly tone, urging her to go, but Khushi was not to be moved, she wasn't listening at all, because her mind was made and she was just going to do exactly that.

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There was an uncanny whirling in his head, and with much effort he opened his eyes to see something soft and silky rubbing against his cheek and as he moved his gaze down, his eyes turned instantly soft seeing the wary looking face of Khushi, her head lying ideally on the corner of the bed, knees buckled up on the ground, and hands lying freely by the edge. The sleet black hairs of her were still tied up in a messy pony tails, strands of hair were out hanging loose and scattered all over the bed. But what interested him most was the way she was holding on to his hand and had entirely covered them up with her own white hands the mound of the two lieing close to her lips.

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Khushi rang the bell of her house for the seventh time now, feeling dread creeping on to her as to why nobody was answering from inside. It was mid day right now, and no way was her mom sleeping, or maybe she had left for somewhere, she thought to herself, but then it was inhumanly of her to do so, when she knew Khushi was coming home. She wondered if she had the spare key to the door with her and checked her two faux hip pockets, a small smile coming on her face glad to gave found the key in there.

The tension inside her growing she inserted the key in the door knob, and turned it left and right, the lock finally snapping open, as she pushed the door to a side and walked in, closing it behind her. The entire house was quite, no hustling bustling nothing, it seemed as if she had just stepped right into a deserted moor. Perplexed she checked the kitchen for her mother, and then her own room, going now directly to her mothers room, the door half open.

Her heart thumped inside her chest at the sight in front of her wailing for the torture of seeing a miserable person for the second time in the last twenty four hours. She rushed over to her mothers side, who was pressing her hand on her heart, crying and perspiring heavily at the same time, howling or what seemed more like sheared screams coming form her mouth. Upon seeing Khushi, who was now sitting on the bed, moving her hands all over her mothers slithering body, going frantic with every passing second.

"Ma, Ma, Ma. What happened, what…what..happened?" Khushi asked confused, looking in her mother blood shot pain filled eyes, her entire body getting rigid with the grief she saw in them.

"Doccc…..t….err….I….needdd…aa…doc…torr" Aparna Gupta managed to put word together to form one sentence in a breathless tone, her request making Khushi escape into another state of deep trauma and bafflement.

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