Iss Pyaar Ko Kyaa Naam Doon-a new turn (Completed)

Arnav

Khushi is beautiful. She is wearing a simple pale pink salwar kameez, her dupatta goes over her left shoulder and is tied around her waist like those dancers do. She is standing at the poolside, its morning and she is striking a pose. "Huh, this is new " thinks Arnav to himself as he looks at his beautiful wife from the window. Unaware of his intense gazing Khushi is happily humming to herself as she lifts her hands tries to immitate a yoga posture. Arnav cannot help but share at her lithe form and wonder how unaware she is of how absolutely gorgeous she is or how she can drive him crazy with just a flick of those eyes of her. Arnav has met his fair share of beautiful women, models, heiresses, young businesswomen, hell that one time even a tv actress had fallen for him and started stalking him. But Khushi is different from everyone. There is something  raw and pure about her. Something about beauty going beyond skindeep ? Arnav doesnot know , he was never much good with words. But one
thing Arnav Singh Raizada can swear upon his life, he was madly in love with this woman who by some twist of destiny seems to love him atleast equally fiercely if not more.
Arnav is brought back to reality by a splashing noise as Khushi somehow manages to fall into pool. "Mad woman " Arnav mutters under his breath as he rushes forward to help her.
Arnav reaches down and drags Khushi by her hand. She is shivering.  Why is the water so cold in May, Arnav wonders. Khushi is standing so close to him now, dripping water everywhere. She is.....blushing??? Haww and I thought she cannot get more unpredictable, thinks Arnav fondly. He gives her a lopsided smile as she tries to cover her by hugging herself. Yeah, good luck with that! Arnav's mind is working overtime. He traces his finger along Khushi's cheek. Her cheeks are deliciously warm. She shudders at his touch and closes her already lowered eyes, leaning her head back a little. "Arnavji .." she croaks out his name. It was all he needed.
He scoops up Khushi in his arms. He loved the feeling of how amazingly she seem to fit into him. Like two pieces of a puzzle.... damn it! This woman will soon make a poet out of him. He bends down to kiss her, her lips are warm. Khushi's hands get limp around his neck. The kiss was awesome. Arnav finishes the walk to his room swiftly and puts down Khushi in his bed, their bed he corrects himself.
And he wakes up.
Its dark and the space beside him is empty. There is no Khushi. There has been no Khushi in his life for years now. She's gone, just like the dream. Arnav drifts into a troubled, dreamless sleep as the realisation of Khushi's absence hurt him like stones all over again.