The story of us

Don't lose yourself...

Khushi??!

"Arjun, can you please take me out..." Turning around, I desperately plead with him controlling the urge to face the fact that he just moved on in his life because if I witness anymore at this stage, I can't hold on to the resolve to not break down in the middle of the club.

"Sure, but are you okay???" He questioned concernedly, stroking my hands, which are shaking visibly.

"Yes... No, please..." shakily, I whisper, making me realize how dry my mouth felt. Scrutinizing my face for a second, he pulls me out of the crowded, loud club, lacing his fingers with mine without questioning for once, for which I'm thankful. I follow him like a robot, hanging my head low, not glancing anywhere, knowing it will crush me more... It feels astonishing, learning how fast my feeling of living again deceased down and the effect he has on me. Settling me on the passenger seat, Arjun droves off with silence engulfing us, but my mind is chaotic with so many thoughts running through it.

"Stop doing that??" Arjun spoke, breaking the silence between us suddenly, grabbing my fingers.

"Huh?" startling, I withdraw my hand from his grip hastily, making him frown.

"You're biting your nails and even skin there, so stopping doing that, you're hurting yourself." Sighing, he responded gently this time.

"Oh, sorry..." Embarrassed, I curl my fingers in my lap, clutching the fabric there to control my anxiousness.

"Do you want to talk about it??" The question was laid carefully with a lot of hesitation and peeking my face in between.

"No... sorry, please give me some time." Wincing at my harshness, I apologize, murmuring the last words, hoping he wouldn't get me wrong.

"That's okay, Khushi, you don't have to say sorry for everything. I can understand. "The assurance made me breathe in relief, but also guilty.

"Can you please drop by my house and manage the patients for me today?" I request with a small voice, realizing that I need time to settle myself again.

"Yeah, no problem. It's not a big deal." Arjun replied with a small smile. Returning the smile, I slowly doze off from the exhaustion but not before the image of the kiss flashing in front of my closed eyes and wetness following it.

With a gentle shake on my shoulder, I woke up from my nap, straightening in my seat; I noticed that we reached home.

"I'm... I'm sorry for spoiling everything. I didn't mean to walk out, but... swallowing the words and sting, I try to explain to him further; I had already troubled you for the last two days, but give me one more day. I will be back tomorrow for sure..." I struggled to form words, ashamed of myself.

"Ssh... It's okay. You don't have to justify anything to me. Relax." His voice was soft and calm, causing me to relieve.

"Thank you for being there for me today," I say, genuinely grasping, as if I'm not with Arjun earlier, I would have been crying, curling in the corner of the club.

"God, are you trying to fill my stomach with sorry's and thank you's today???" He retrieved mischievously, trying to lighten the mood, but it struck me then that he didn't still have dinner.

"Sorry..." cringing at the sentence, I ask him gently to come in and have some dinner, but he refused gently, saying he will visit next time, and with a slight bye, I walk out to my house door.

"Khushi, you're here," Bhabhi asked me confusedly the next second she saw me at the entrance of our main door as I never visited home for myself in these three months. Mumbling that I'm tired, I make my way to my room and entering my bathroom; I get into the cold shower to remove the image which is tormenting me constantly, but as a loop, it kept on rewinding, making me scream with pain.

Why?? Why he did that when in the morning itself he confessed that he needs me. Then why??

No, I should be happy that he is moving on in his life, away from me, safe and happy... he deserves it.

Why is it hurting so bad then??

Is it because now I know I lose him forever, or to know that he belongs to another girl.

Breath Khushi, this is what you desired for him, don't you??? I tried to convince myself but failed as the tears which I'm holding from the all-time started drenching my cheeks blending with the cold shower. Gripping my hair, I tighten my hold on my head as the pictures of our time started to stir.

Our first meet, first hugs, first kiss, our house, cuddlings... promises, our future, which we dreamed of and then the kiss, which I witnessed today.

It's... It's over Khushi... Cuddling the ring to my heart. I sob, tumbling down with a thud, and when I thought I'm going to blank out Bhabi's soft cry made me open my eyes.

"Khushi, Bacha, what happened???" Kneeling down, she immediately cradled me into her arms.

"It's over, bhabhi." I whimper unconsciously. Covering me with a towel, she drags me into the room... Placing my head on her lap; I sleep on the bed after changing my clothes with her help. I close my eyes, feeling her fingers running through my hair smoothly.

"I don't know what happened, and I don't what to know... making you uncomfortable, but I want to say something that Doesn't lose yourself trying to be everything to everyone," and I slowly drift off to sleep, clinging to her tightly, hoping it would be all a dream.

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I groaned when constant ringing my mobile making my headache worst. Opening my heavy eyes barely, I learn that It's already morning. Curing the person on the other person on the call, I answer my call groggily.

"Hello... "Stifling my yawn, I respond, but all my sleepiness flew out, listening to his voice.

"Khushi, please ... Don't disconnect the call. Listen to me." He urged immediately.

"I'm listening..." I sounded so curt and rigid, causing me to wince.

"Not on the phone. Can we meet outside, please..."

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