Hello Everyone!

I am back after a long, long time with a OS. Honestly, the way the show is going I don’t have much inspiration to write hence the hiatus. But wanted to try writing something, and I am disappointed with my own end result, but I spent way too much time on it not to post it! So here! *Not Proofread*

Also this goes out to Anne (HeadOverHeels) , I was inspired by a part in Chains Eternal and those who read it would know what I am talking about!

And I also think this is similar to Nami’s OS about the wedding too, so pepper, I am not stealing, just “borrowing” the idea! 😉

“Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.”
~  Mitch Albom, For One More Day

One More Day

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Present time
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She was broken, finally. Numb…Empty.

She used to pride herself on her quality of always looking at the silver lining, searching for the good in situations, believing that nothing or no one in this world can be completely evil.

But this world doesn’t like spirited people, does it? Sooner or later it gets to them. It hits them until they lose their joy, until they can see the world and their life for what they truly are, a cruel and evil existence. And when it is sure that they are broken beyond recovery, it comes in and delivers the final blow, just to make sure that they never get back up on their feet again.

And the person who showed her this reality, who tore her out of her dream world and showed her life for what it was, was Arnav Singh Raizada. She should be grateful to him, she thought with a bitter smile, for pulling her out of the world she built in her head. Because as much as we like to believe in dreams, we will have to wake up some time, and the longer we dream, the more real it seems, and the more hurt it causes when we finally do wake up.

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don’t bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok
But that’s not what gets me

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Two Hours Ago
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“Where is he?” she asked dadi, and not receiving any reply, cried out “I said, WHERE IS HE!?”

Dadi looked at her with contempt and barely concealed triumph as she said, “He’s not coming. He called off the wedding.”

Khushi felt her heart come to a stop before it started racing in panic.

“Wh..what do you mean?” she asked, shaking her head in denial, “Why would he do that?”

Dadi looked at Khushi for a moment before she shift her focus towards a weeping Garima, and said “Why don’t you ask your mother? Ask her why Arnav is disgusted even to so much as look at you.”

“Amma?” Khushi whispered in confusion, “What does she have to do with anything?”

“Amma? What is dadi saying?” Khushi cried, “Why isn’t Arnavji here?”

“Khusi…” Amma sobbed, not knowing what to say.

“I’ll tell you” dadi said, getting impatient with the pace of things, she wanted the Guptas out of here, now!

“She is the woman responsible for my son’s and bahu’s deaths!” yelled dadi.

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin’ to do

The silence that permeated the wedding hall was suffocating.

If dadi wanted to have revenge for Anjali’s broken wedding, she certainly achieved it.

The crying bride, the heartbroken relatives, the confused guests, the mandap devoid of the groom, and the shattered dreams.

“No…no” Khushi shook her head, breaking out of her trance. “That can’t be true. Amma would never…Amma! Tell her she’s wrong! Tell her!” she cried.

“Khusi…” Garima tried to hold her daughter, but Khushi jerked out of her grip.

“I know you wouldn’t do anything like this Amma! Why won’t you tell her she’s wrong!?” screamed Khushi.

“I didn’t know he was married Khusi” Garima sobbed into her hands. Joining her hands together, she pleaded dadi to understand, “I didn’t know.”

“How dare you deny…” dadi raised her hand to slap Garima, but a hand stopped her before she could strike her.

It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I’m doin’ It
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken

“Arnavji…”Khushi breathed in relief, before running over to his side and hugging him, all the while whispering, “I knew you would come.”

“Dadi, Stop making a scene” he said in a calm voice.

Releasing dadi’s hand, he turned towards Khushi and said “I need to speak with you.”

She was expecting this, but the dread that filled her at those words left her reeling.

He promised, she thought. He promised he’d never leave me.

And mustering up what little courage was left in her, she nodded and walked with him to the backyard.

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

He stared into darkness, contemplating how to start the conversation. It was so hard to believe that just last night they were lying in each others’ arms and talking as if they didn’t have a care in the world.

A part of him hated dadi for telling him the truth, for snatching away his little piece of heaven, his Khushi, that he had to wait fourteen long years for.

How can you even think that!? he chided himself, She told you about the woman responsible for your mother’s death and all you care about is your happiness?

“Arnavji…” Khushi hesitant call pulled him out of his daze, and he turned to look at her.

She looked beautiful in her pink and green bridal attire, like a freshly bloomed spring flower.

He felt a prick in his heart looking at her blood-shot eyes. It was supposed to be one of the happiest days of her life, he thought sadly, and I couldn’t even give her that one day.

“Arnavji, dadiji said you cancelled the wedding. I didn’t believe her, but after knowing the truth about amma…will you marry me?” she cried, her breath stopping at the mere thought of having to go away from him.

He grabbed a hold of her shoulders and pulled her into his arms, wanting to provide her with as much comfort as he could.

“The wedding is still on Khushi. How could you even think that I’d call it off?” he said, as he placed a kiss on her forehead, “I promised you, remember? We WILL be getting married.”

“I thought…after knowing about amma…”Khushi trailed off.

He tightened his arms around her. “I am not going to punish you, or myself, for her mistake Khushi. She is not coming between us! I will make sure that she never comes near you again.” he promised fiercely.

Khushi stiffened in his arms, and pushed his arms away from her gently.

“What…what do you mean?” she whispered.

“She will never come near us again Khushi, I won’t let her!”

“Arnavji…she is my amma! How can you even think that I’d…that I would cut my ties with her?”

“What are you saying Khushi?” Arnav screamed. “She is the reason my mom is dead! Dead, Khushi! That woman, your amma, is the reason di and I were orphaned!”

“She didn’t know! Your father lied to her Arnavji! Just like Shyam lied to me…”

“You are choosing her over me?” he asked, hurt evident in his voice.

“I am not choosing, Arnavji! I don’t have to! Don’t you see? Amma was deceived! What is her fault in all this?”

“She was deceived? She was f**king deceived? And who payed the price for that Khushi? My mom did! Di and I did!”

“I can’t…I won’t abandon my amma, Arnavji!” Khushi whispered fiercely.

“Then I guess we are done, aren’t we Khushi?” Arnav bit back.

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

“Are you…are you calling off the wedding?”

“What do you want me to choose Khushi!? You want me to welcome my mom’s murderer into my house with open arms?” yelled Arnav, running his hand through his hair in frustration. “I guess dadi was right all along, you are just like her!”

“I can’t believe, after everything we have been through, you would say that” Khushi said in a broken voice, trying to hold herself together. She could not break down in-front of him.

Looking at him one last time, pain evident in her eyes, she turned and ran into the hall.

The minute she left his vision, he wanted to chase her down, catch her, tell her he was sorry, that he chose her! He would always choose her!

But he couldn’t move. The guilt weighed down on his mind, turning his legs into lead, not letting him move.

Not seeing that loving you
That’s what I was trying to do

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Present time
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She had ran out of the wedding hall, not heeding to anyone’s calls, not bothering to even look at their concerned faces.

Why did she think he changed? Why did she believe him when he said he loved her? Why did she allow herself to get lost in this dreamland? Why did she forgive him? Why did she agree to marry him again? Why!?

Stupid…so stupid! She chided herself. She had been so stupid to trust him!

And now here she was, once again, on a deserted road, a lost wanderer.

Much like when I was eight years old, she thought, with a bitter smile on her face.

She was so lost in her own head that she didn’t notice the car speeding towards her, the driver too drunk to avoid the accident.

And as she lay there, on the cold concrete, the only thing she could think was…Guess he didn’t have to make a choice after all!

 

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20 thoughts on “ArHi OS : One More Day

  1. Did Khushi deserve to die though??? After everything that happened, for all the blames that were thrown at her, the words spread about her, the hatred, the loathing, she still came back and forgave everyone… and yet Arnav never really understood her love for him… and she had to give her life for him to realize? Please don't kill her…

  2. Hey,

    Thanks for the comment. I understand what you are saying, she suffered too much, she gave too much for it to end it like this for her, yes. I think the point I was trying to convey was, you can love someone with all your heart, and be willing to die for them, but a few words out of your mouth in a moment of heat could destroy everything else. Arnav said those words, and he can never unsay them, or ask for forgiveness because she isn't here to forgive.

    Any conversation you have with another person could be the last one, and you might not have one more day, even just one more moment.

    I hope that makes sense?

  3. HI

    simply superb, realistic story.

    It is awful to see one’s dream shatter to pieces even ifit is in fiction

    you are wonderful

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