Invisible Strings * Ongoing*

22. Transparent

Rajesh nods at that in agreement - " yes...we will...bring it up...El...and assure her the same...that her happiness is all that matters to us...indeed....,"and he adds to himself silently. I messed up on this accord massively once, El. And the guilt continues to eat me up hard, even today. So, ofcourse, I will never make the same mistake ever again...all I truly want is for our beloved Khushi...to find happiness in the matters of the heart...again...indeed. Its okay if its not Samarth. All that matters for me is that , she is able to feel her heart blossom again..or else..the guilt of being the one to butcher it...would surely lead to a cardiac issue...at my end...one day...anyway...

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30 Minutes Later

In Khushi's Room

Bali time – 7:00PM (Bali is 3 hours behind Australia in time.So for Arnav in Australia- it is 10:00 PM)

Khushi smiles to herself as she types away into her phone. She was on a text chat with Arnav, obviously who on the other end, in Australia was just finishing up on dinner with Aman, Syna, Neha, armaan, Jasleen and Abhijeet. They had their last concert performance of the tour in Australia – tomorrow. And she truly believed, that this last concert was going to be a super duper hit+ house full+ crazy buzz after - just like all the others were...too..!

She types into her phone now.

Khushi : know what baby? Just had to say this...again...I am sure, the concert is going to be freaking amazing again...tomorrow night...like you are all going to rock it...surely...and set not just the concert audience there but the entire internet on fire...you do know...I'v been listening to your stage performances this tour...and watching you go at it...like crazily back to back..in all my free time...ever since...and like I can't stop...maybe because...now...I know...in all my mindfulness...that the expressions you have up on your face/the feelings you emote while singing... are all for me...have always been...only for me.....oh just the thought...freaking drives me nuts...over and over....

Her phone beeps in a second.

Him : its only for you...Khushi...its all only for you...always has been only for you...I am so glad the thought is freaking drilled in your mind...by now...also...I am reaching my room in five minutes...can we video call? I need to see you now. you'v been busy with your mum and dad...all day darling..and the fact...that I haven't seen you after our morning video call...is aching me...now...also...now that I'v read your email...from last night...like ten times...over...all day...I'm kinda dying to see you....

Khushi smiles as she reads that and she writes : yes, we can video call. Surely. I am aching to see you too. I yet have a shortwhile before I meet mom and dad for dinner. I am to meet them at 8. Which gives us a while...also...really though? you read it -ten times already? Just ten times? Baby...then probably I am the crazier one to have read yours like twelve times...all day...

She taps send to that grinning.

Him : really? twelve times? I love the sound of that baby..okay...am calling you in three minutes...heading into the elevator to get back to the room...signal will cut off...buzz you as soon as I am in...

Khushi : okay baby..waiting...

Well, falling into their usual long-distance pattern had come easy to the two the very second, they had parted in Sydney. Like - Just like that – they had both fallen back into what was their intense communication rhythm/connection – texting all day as and when possible/video calling as much possible and also writing emotional love letters to one another – at their old email address – which they once used for this very purpose back in the day ...