Teeny Tales [ArShi One-Shots]

OS 3. Love Speaks

Genre: Drama
Status: Stand Alone
Words: 4605

A slightly unusual concept as far as I can say.. go ahead! 🙂

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Loving someone doesn't need a reason. If you can explain why you love someone it's not called "Love"... it's called "Like"...

                                                                                                - Darrel H.

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He sighed tiredly leaning his head back on the head res of the bed and closing his eyes. When will they understand him? He felt like crying out his frustration at the moment. At these instants especially, when his own declared his actions as some crime rather than understanding him. What wrong did he do? He just loved someone and that is a crime how? He just wanted to wish him on his birthday. Isn't he good enough to even wish him now?

"Arnav-ji?" The sweet chirpy voice cooed, as he instantly felt the peace and the gratification reaching back to him. Oh the power she possess!

"Come in, my Mago." He smiled as he made a place for her beside him. He kept looking at her with a smile as she arranged all the dishes on the table placed beside their bed in a neat order and taking out the cutlery and buttering his toast as per his liking, she sat on the bed facing him.

"Here is your breakfast!" She smiled offering the plate.

"Khushi!" Arnav smiled shaking his head adoringly. "You know the rule, don't you Mago?" He questioned his eyes shining with admiration and love. Whenever he even look at the sight of her, it fills his heart with such immense love that made him often wonder if one could die with this much happiness. The mere sight of her is enough to calm him down, and make him smile.

"Hume pata hain, Arnav-ji. But today I want to make prasad and offer it to Devimaiyya now. I thought to make Rishi's favourite Rasmalai. After all it's his birthday today right?" Khushi replied with smile while Arnav's eyes teared as he felt something prick his heart seeing her smile. A smile on which only he could see the sorrow behind.

"Why do you want to stress yourself, Khushi? When they treat you like you're a no one why do you want to do anything for them? Don't you feel bad? Don't you even feel that I should be held responsible for all this? Aren't you least bit angry on me?" Arnav cried in anguish seeing the angel before him, someone who is born only and only for him. But till date even he couldn't bring himself to believe that his life is destined to be with her, that he's actually living his life with her.

"Why don't you answer me, Arnav-ji? Don't you hate me because I'm reason you're away from your children?" She sighed seeing him nod negatively. "It's the same for me too, Arnav-ji. I don't feel anything but love towards them. They are your children, Arnav-ji. So they've become mine too. It's not their mistake that they can't see me in their mother's place. They love their mother so much to forget her. You should be really proud of them." Both had tears in their eyes when she completed talking. He nestled her face in his palms tenderly as he looked at her with a world of love.

"I'm really... really very much proud of you. You're my Jaan." He dropped a kiss on her forehead lingering there for a second. Khushi didn't care for the tears that fell down her cheeks. They are tears of happiness, the tears of gratitude of getting love in such a pure form. He kissed her eyes drinking in her tears. "Never cry, Mago." Khushi chuckled hearing him.