Chapter 4 - I cannot

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Lowering her eyes, "What do I feel for you? Nothing. I feel nothing for you."

"Lie! An absolute lie," pulling her chin up gently, "Look into my eyes and say that you feel nothing."

She lifted her teary eyes up to his hurt filled ones. Both of their eyes said it all. She loved him. He loved her. He could see the helplessness yet determined look in her eyes. She could see the hurt yet rage in his eyes. What he didn't understand was, why she was lying and what was stopping her. Khushi, despite seeing the love in his eyes, she was not willing to risk his life or Anjali's or any ones and let Shyam hurt them.

Taking a deep breath, "Arnavji, We will never suit. Our worlds are different. You are from high class and I... I am from the middle class. As you always say, I am a cheap minded, low mentality girl who is willing to anything for money, even I---"

Not being able to hear anything more, he shut her from saying anything by closing her mouth with his palm. These were all that he had called her before; never did he think it'd be this much painful to hear all this from Khushi, but he never meant those things. To some extent, Khushi too knew it. She thought to avoid Arnav, hurting him like this was the only way out, for now.

"Khu... Khushi, I never meant any of those things. I cannot tell you how much sorry I am for saying all those things to you. I just---" he sounded desperate. His red moist eyes showed her how much he regretted saying all those things to her.

She turned back, hiding her tears, "But this is the truth, Arnavji. We are not compatible."

"Not compatible?" turning her around, "Not compatible? Khushi if our classes' difference is the reason, then Payal and Akash's marriage would never have happened." 

Looking into her eyes straightly, "Tell me the truth. What is the matter? What is stopping you? Why do I have a deep feeling that you are hiding something from me?" he suspected.

"No... I... I... What do you---"

"Khushiji!Nannav! What are you both doing here?" NK interrupted them, much to Khushi's relief and Arnav's extreme frustration.

Seeing Arnav's killing glare NK said, "What, Nannav? Why are you giving me those killing glares? And what are you doing here by the way?"

"I hope I get some strength not to kill him," Arnav said to himself.

"Voh... Voh, Nanheji, I am getting the shoes."

"It's been too long Khushiji. What took you so long to get them? Everyone is waiting for you."

Looking everywhere, Khushi suddenly pointed the box in which she hid the shoes, which Arnav kept out of Khushi's reach and said, "Nanheji, I... I am trying to get that box down. It's on so much height that I'm unable to reach. So, I got late getting them down."

"Then how did you put that box up there in the first place? And why didn't you take Nannav's help?" asked NK, innocently, taking that box down. 

Must agree, NK was also a true actor besides Nani and Anjali.

"Come, let's go," both NK and Khushi went downstairs, leaving behind an angry, confused and a little hurt Arnav.

~*~

It's Bidhaai time. Obviously, it was a teary farewell to the bride's family. Payal and the Guptas were shedding tears. Payal was hugging everyone, crying heavily.

Nani put a comforting hand on their shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Madhumatiji, Garimaji, from this day, Payal bitiya is a daughter of our house more than a daughter-in-law."

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