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Okay, this came to me as inspiration after listening to Ishq Na Ishq Ho Kisi Se from Dosti.
Thanks to my Anjali Di ie. Deepti, for telling me to post this on the forum. 🤗
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He sat there, not willing to believe what he was reading. How could I have lost her like that?
It had been merely months since their last meeting - two months and nine days to be exact.
He refused to believe it. Things like this didn't happen to him. He was Arnav Singh Raizada dammit! He always got what he wanted... always.
Letting his anger consume him, he slammed the card down on his desk and stormed out.
Shashi & Garima Gupta would like to invite you to the wedding of
Khushi and Shyam...
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She sat there in her room, reflecting quietly at the way things had become. It should have never ended like this. But it was too late now.
"Khushi?" Payal Raizada came into her sister's room, worried. She of all people knew the pain Khushi was feeling. Things were finally meant to work out for her sister, but unfortunately kismat always had another plan.
"Jiji? Aap yahan? Main toh soch rahi thi ke tum kal aane wali ho," Khushi looked in surprise at her sister. Payal had adamantly opposed the rishta, but their parents had felt otherwise. Payal then refused to attend the wedding... but something told her she needed to be here for her sister.
Payal engulfed Khushi in a hug, which the latter only halfheartedly returned. Payal tried not to notice, but it was becoming too much for her. She had never wanted this for her sister. Khushi was a head-strong girl; how had she so quickly accepted this alliance?
Khushi saw the look in her sister's eyes, and looked away immediately. She couldn't afford for Payal to argue with her family again. The wedding was happening tomorrow, all the invitations had been sent... she wondered if he had gotten the invite.
An involuntary shudder coursed through her body, forcing her to remember him... his touch... his anger... his love. She shook her head, trying to banish it all, but it was no use. He had embedded himself in her soul, and now there was no way of letting go. Not now, not ever.
Khushi closed her eyes. Their last meeting flashed before her eyes.
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"Di? What are you doing? Doctor ne mana kiya tha, na? Toh phir aise kyun karte ho?" Arnav looked exasperatedly at his Anjali Di. Her polio had gotten worse, and the doctor has completely forbidden her from exerting herself too much. But since when did Anjali ever listen to anyone? She was as stubborn as her little brother sometimes.
"Bhaiya, agar mein nahin karungi, toh kaun karega?" Anjali looked at Arnav with a smile; she knew how to handle her brother.
"Woh Payal..." Arnav stopped, realising where his sister-in-law would be. He shook his head, forcing himself not to think of her. He took a deep breath, and then led Anjali to her room, and told her to rest.
"Arnav... please don't do this to yourself," Anjali pleaded. She knew what Arnav was going through, and she didn't know how to handle it. They had all been invited to the wedding, but out of loyalty to her brother, Anjali had refused to go. Payal had also insisted on staying, but both women knew that wasn't possible.
Arnav turned, and looked at his sister with a sigh, and a broken look in his eyes. He blinked, trying to rid himself of emotion, but it was no use. He turned back, and purposefully strode out the room. He needed to be free of her... he needed to let go.
And to do that, Arnav was going to do the one thing he thought he'd never have to witness. He was going to watch her get married.
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"Eh Nand Kesor, hamari chutki pehle baar kuch acha kiya hai," smiled Bua. Garima agreed wholeheartedly. Her little girl was getting married, and that too to such a good boy.
Shashi watched his sister and wife thoughtfully. He too agreed that it was a good thing that Khushi was getting married, but there was a nagging feeling eating him up slowly.
When the rishta had come, no one had expected Khushi to accept so quickly. In fact everyone had believed that Khushi would turn it down. But instead Khushi had nodded as soon as the proposal was made. And in their joy, no one had realised the broken look on Khushi's face. No one had noticed the lone tear that escaped her eye.
Shashi shook his head quickly, and smiled. His precious little girl was settling down, now was not a time to be thinking of abshagun.
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Khushi sat in front of the vanity quietly, letting everyone take over. The women were all dressing Khushi in bridal finery. And how ironic that her wedding clothes be pink and green - the same colours she had worn when she first met him.
Khushi's eyes widened - where had that memory come from? That had been so long ago, she thought with a hint of sadness. No one noticed, and Khushi went back to thinking about nothing.
But it wasn't nothing. She was letting herself relive everything. If this was the only time she'd ever get to remember what it was like to be loved, then so be it. Things would change after she got married, and she couldn't stop it from happening.
She closed her eyes once more, letting his presence invade her senses. A slight smile appeared on her delicate features as she remembered what he was like.
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Breathe Arnav. Breathe. You wanted to do this, now live with it. Arnav grimaced; this wasn't how it was meant to be. He wasn't meant to be standing there watching, he was meant to be participating. This was meant to be his wedding, she was meant to be his bride.
But now? All Arnav could do watch stand there and watch paralysed, watch the love of his existence get married. A tear rolled slowly down his cheek, and he refused to brush it away.
I'm sorry I didn't get to you in time. I'm sorry I didn't tell you I loved you more than anything. But most of all, I'm sorry that I didn't fight for you the way I promised.
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Khushi sat there at the mandap, as if in a trance. Everything was a trance for her. She tried to focus on the rituals and the priest's chanting, but she couldn't. She was meant to be his bride, she was meant to be sitting next to him at the mandap. He was meant to be rolling his eyes at all the mantras, but smiling all the same. She was meant to be blushing when he looked her way, his heart reflecting in his eyes.
She struggled not to sob when her new husband placed the mangalsutra around her neck. She struggled not to collapse when he filled her maang with sindoor. And most of all, she wasn't meant to cry when she realised what she had just done.
I'm sorry I didn't wait for you. I'm sorry that I didn't give you a chance to tell me how you felt. But more than anything, I'm sorry that I let you go so easily.
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So, what did you think?
Thanks to my Anjali Di ie. Deepti, for telling me to post this on the forum. 🤗
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He sat there, not willing to believe what he was reading. How could I have lost her like that?
It had been merely months since their last meeting - two months and nine days to be exact.
He refused to believe it. Things like this didn't happen to him. He was Arnav Singh Raizada dammit! He always got what he wanted... always.
Letting his anger consume him, he slammed the card down on his desk and stormed out.
Shashi & Garima Gupta would like to invite you to the wedding of
Khushi and Shyam...
-||-
She sat there in her room, reflecting quietly at the way things had become. It should have never ended like this. But it was too late now.
"Khushi?" Payal Raizada came into her sister's room, worried. She of all people knew the pain Khushi was feeling. Things were finally meant to work out for her sister, but unfortunately kismat always had another plan.
"Jiji? Aap yahan? Main toh soch rahi thi ke tum kal aane wali ho," Khushi looked in surprise at her sister. Payal had adamantly opposed the rishta, but their parents had felt otherwise. Payal then refused to attend the wedding... but something told her she needed to be here for her sister.
Payal engulfed Khushi in a hug, which the latter only halfheartedly returned. Payal tried not to notice, but it was becoming too much for her. She had never wanted this for her sister. Khushi was a head-strong girl; how had she so quickly accepted this alliance?
Khushi saw the look in her sister's eyes, and looked away immediately. She couldn't afford for Payal to argue with her family again. The wedding was happening tomorrow, all the invitations had been sent... she wondered if he had gotten the invite.
An involuntary shudder coursed through her body, forcing her to remember him... his touch... his anger... his love. She shook her head, trying to banish it all, but it was no use. He had embedded himself in her soul, and now there was no way of letting go. Not now, not ever.
Khushi closed her eyes. Their last meeting flashed before her eyes.
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"Di? What are you doing? Doctor ne mana kiya tha, na? Toh phir aise kyun karte ho?" Arnav looked exasperatedly at his Anjali Di. Her polio had gotten worse, and the doctor has completely forbidden her from exerting herself too much. But since when did Anjali ever listen to anyone? She was as stubborn as her little brother sometimes.
"Bhaiya, agar mein nahin karungi, toh kaun karega?" Anjali looked at Arnav with a smile; she knew how to handle her brother.
"Woh Payal..." Arnav stopped, realising where his sister-in-law would be. He shook his head, forcing himself not to think of her. He took a deep breath, and then led Anjali to her room, and told her to rest.
"Arnav... please don't do this to yourself," Anjali pleaded. She knew what Arnav was going through, and she didn't know how to handle it. They had all been invited to the wedding, but out of loyalty to her brother, Anjali had refused to go. Payal had also insisted on staying, but both women knew that wasn't possible.
Arnav turned, and looked at his sister with a sigh, and a broken look in his eyes. He blinked, trying to rid himself of emotion, but it was no use. He turned back, and purposefully strode out the room. He needed to be free of her... he needed to let go.
And to do that, Arnav was going to do the one thing he thought he'd never have to witness. He was going to watch her get married.
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"Eh Nand Kesor, hamari chutki pehle baar kuch acha kiya hai," smiled Bua. Garima agreed wholeheartedly. Her little girl was getting married, and that too to such a good boy.
Shashi watched his sister and wife thoughtfully. He too agreed that it was a good thing that Khushi was getting married, but there was a nagging feeling eating him up slowly.
When the rishta had come, no one had expected Khushi to accept so quickly. In fact everyone had believed that Khushi would turn it down. But instead Khushi had nodded as soon as the proposal was made. And in their joy, no one had realised the broken look on Khushi's face. No one had noticed the lone tear that escaped her eye.
Shashi shook his head quickly, and smiled. His precious little girl was settling down, now was not a time to be thinking of abshagun.
-||-
Khushi sat in front of the vanity quietly, letting everyone take over. The women were all dressing Khushi in bridal finery. And how ironic that her wedding clothes be pink and green - the same colours she had worn when she first met him.
Khushi's eyes widened - where had that memory come from? That had been so long ago, she thought with a hint of sadness. No one noticed, and Khushi went back to thinking about nothing.
But it wasn't nothing. She was letting herself relive everything. If this was the only time she'd ever get to remember what it was like to be loved, then so be it. Things would change after she got married, and she couldn't stop it from happening.
She closed her eyes once more, letting his presence invade her senses. A slight smile appeared on her delicate features as she remembered what he was like.
-||-
Breathe Arnav. Breathe. You wanted to do this, now live with it. Arnav grimaced; this wasn't how it was meant to be. He wasn't meant to be standing there watching, he was meant to be participating. This was meant to be his wedding, she was meant to be his bride.
But now? All Arnav could do watch stand there and watch paralysed, watch the love of his existence get married. A tear rolled slowly down his cheek, and he refused to brush it away.
I'm sorry I didn't get to you in time. I'm sorry I didn't tell you I loved you more than anything. But most of all, I'm sorry that I didn't fight for you the way I promised.
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Khushi sat there at the mandap, as if in a trance. Everything was a trance for her. She tried to focus on the rituals and the priest's chanting, but she couldn't. She was meant to be his bride, she was meant to be sitting next to him at the mandap. He was meant to be rolling his eyes at all the mantras, but smiling all the same. She was meant to be blushing when he looked her way, his heart reflecting in his eyes.
She struggled not to sob when her new husband placed the mangalsutra around her neck. She struggled not to collapse when he filled her maang with sindoor. And most of all, she wasn't meant to cry when she realised what she had just done.
I'm sorry I didn't wait for you. I'm sorry that I didn't give you a chance to tell me how you felt. But more than anything, I'm sorry that I let you go so easily.
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So, what did you think?
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