Arnav-Khushi FF||No Second Chances CH5 pg 13 - Page 8

awesome writing
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Oh oh...poor arnie...feel bad fr him...

I just found your FF and I have to say...Its very touching...The flow of words is beautiful...😊
Its the first story I've read of arnav having cancer... or being weaker than Khushi...

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hope arnav is fine... hope its nt their last anniversaery... as u mentioned in prolouge 30 day... plzzz keep them together...

Will arnav be cured???

A/N: I'm soo sorry for being so late! I kinda had a writer's block, and I was busy marveling the beauty of Iron Man 3. Shreya09 really pushed me to write this one!

Warning for swear words near the end.

and also, I decided I like Arnav too much to kill him. SO HE'S GOING TO LIVE!

Enjoy!

Also, would you mind reading this ArShi one-shot of mine?
It's set during their Karva-Chauth.

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/iss-pyaar-ko-kya-naam-doon/3276446/arnav-and-khushi-impaired

Thanks!

Day 9 ' Assessment

23:56 hrs

Stage 3. Dad. Khushi. Di. Akash. Dead.

His body shivers, but his shirt is drenched with sweat. His face scrunched up in the most unimaginable pain, his cheeks burn with heat, his heart beating like a hammer. He's in hell.

He's on the edge of a cliff, his life standing beside him, intertwining her fingers with his. Suddenly she lets go, and he slips, watching a teary-eyed Khushi extend her hand and feel the air, as though he was unattainable from that moment. He keeps falling, waiting to hit the ground. He can see blood, and then his dad right in front of him, standing stone-still, watching him plummet to his death. There's a soft thud, and it's all over.

He wakes up to find himself on the ground, Khushi peering over from his side of the bed- a mixture of alarm and apprehension on her face. Just a nightmare, he thinks and pushes himself off the ground to slide back into the soft, cool sheets. Khushi places her hand on his, and he grasps it for life.

"Don't leave me," he pants. "Ever."

"I won't." she says soothingly, wiping the beads of sweat with her shirt. "You can be sure of that."

"I don't want to die." He whispers, tears streaming down his face.

"You won't," she promises, the conviction in her voice comforting him instantly. "Be sure of that too."

He had hulked out the day before, barging into Dr Mehra's office and threatening to shut his practice down for playing with someone's emotions like that. Printing mistakes like these weren't to be forgiven. But he couldn't be blamed for the error, even Arnav knew that. The frustration of knowing that he's helpless and weak has taken a toll on his self-control- and now his sleep.

His body aches so badly, all he wants to do is lie down.

"Induction therapy and chemo starts tomorrow." He reminds himself loudly.

"Yes." Khushi nods. "Are you ready?"

"Of course I'm not, Khushi," he snaps. "I just found out that there's a good chance I could bloody f**king die, I'm not ready for this!"

Taken aback by his outburst, Khushi moves back but keeps a stern face.

"I'm not taking any of your pessimism, Raizada. I know you're going to be fine. I've read plenty of cases where people get cured at Stage III. We're going to try everything and anything to keep you alive. We don't have money issues; I'm sure you'll be more than okay to undergo some pain to come out of this. And I'm here, like I always was. What's the matter?"

He looks up like an innocent 5-year old boy, the ghost of fear in his molten eyes.

"I called up my father yesterday."

Khushi slaps her hand to her mouth in shock, losing all of her previous calm.

"Really?" she asks disconcertingly.

He nods to reaffirm her suspicion. "I got a bit inspired by your speech, you know. Give life a second chance. I wanted to give him one too."

"But Arnav, that man left you. Does he want you back in his life?"

"I don't know, we didn't talk much. I invited him for lunch. He sounded excited about it. He said 'I wouldn't miss it for life'. He didn't sound fake, or maybe my judgement's weakening."

"Arnav, you know I'm going to support you in whatever you do; but do you really think this is a good idea?" she asks, placing her hand softly over his shoulder; her eyes are begging him to reconsider. "Are you prepared for the emotional toll this is going to take on you?"

"That's the problem." He smiles sadly. "I don't know if this is what I want to do anymore. Even if we do form a bond, how long is it going to last for? A month? 6 months? A year, tops? And then poof, I'm dead. " he chuckles.

"Don't say that," her morose tone chastises him.

"You have to start accepting that I might not be here, Khushi. There's a good chance I don't come out on the other side of this. Sure, I might survive. But what if there's a relapse? What if I don't get through that? What if this treatment becomes too much for me? You're already going to live through this. I don't want my father living through this too. I've lived with regret all my life, knowing that he wanted to contact me. He reached out, but I never took his hand."

He starts coughing, and his chest aches from the violent shaking. Khushi immediately hands him a glass. He smiles thankfully.

"It aches, Khushi. Living in regret aches. I don't want him going through that, no matter what he did to me and Di. Which makes me wonder, should I ever have called him?"

He looks behind, sees the pool of tears in her eyes, and immediately curses his tongue. He pulls her into his arms, pushing his fingers lazily through her hair. His shirt, already soaked in sweat, becomes wetter.

"I'm sorry."

"No, you're right, I needed that kick in the pants; I needed to hear that. A realist is better than an optimist, isn't he?" she wipes her tears and pulls away.

"Not always." He grins.

"Regardless, now I think you should go ahead and meet him. Don't go into this treatment with any regrets, okay?" she lies back down on the bed and turns away from him.

"I have the best wife in the world." He raises his voice to make sure it reaches her.

Day 10- Heartbreak

5:00 hrs

Khushi looks to her right, where her husband now sleeps peacefully, snoring lightly. She breathes a sigh of relief, then looks to her left, just to be sure there's nobody watching her. She slides out of the sheets, tiptoes to the bathroom and allows it to click slightly behind her. Instantly locking the door, she turns to her calendar in anticipation. Three days circled in black, and all of them have been crossed by the husband, indicating they've gone. Okay, she thinks, this happens. Sometimes they're late. How late am I? She sees 12 days crossed out after the three circles. Shit. She turns around and bumps into an open cupboard door.

I'm so not a morning person, she thinks, rubbing her forehead. Pushing the door aside, she peers in and searches for a box.

Taking out its only content, she holds it at a distance from her face, scrunching her face in disgust. Great, now I have to pee on this. I can't pee on this! I can't pee on anything! It's gross!

But she does. And she waits on the commode, staring menacingly at the stick, daring it to be any slower. But the wait does end, and the end of the wait-

The stick shows blue.

f**k.

I'm having a baby.

Her look of surprise turns into a wide grin and she hastily unlocks the door, running out to tell Arnav.

They're having a baby.

A baby.

And Arnav is dying.

f**k.

She tries to hold still, stand straight, but it's impossible. And she doesn't want to try anymore. She wants to cry for once. Cry that her husband may not be alive in a few months, and that god decided to play the cruellest trick on her by giving her a baby.

Her knees give away, and she melts into a puddle on the floor. She cries soundlessly, clutching her stomach with fear and pain. She closes her eyes and sobs, and two pairs of arms are right around her the next moment. She can feel the tears on her hair, and she looks up, and Arnav's crying as well.

"We needed to let go." He says.

"We did," she agrees and wraps her arms around him tightly.

"I love you." They whisper at the same time; she doesn't think she's ever meant it more than now.

She won't tell him today. He doesn't deserve to be in so much pain. He deserves to be happy. He deserves to be in his baby's life. He shouldn't die knowing that he won't get to see him or her.

Maybe she won't tell him at all.

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Thanks for the update, it was fabulous!

Originally posted by: pari_jyothika

i m gonna cry noww 😭

I am crying againnn
Khushis having a babyy 😲
Poor arnav khushi [:'(]