Random Shot : Love and Trust

LOVE AND TRUST

After three hours….

Arnav was sitting in his cabin staring at the drive deep in his thoughts. He inserted the drive in his laptop and waited for the driver to install. After a minute he opened the content only to reveal so many untold truth and hidden information from him.

He was composing himself with the truth which was indigestible for him.

Each and every bit of information had turned his life upside down. He knows, he gonnna face a very hard reality when he saw Khushi with Shyam. He expected to get some truth out of them, but not like this.

He needed to confront them, with determination, he made a call to particular person and spoke something with a plan running behind his brain.

In a hour, he was sitting in a posh and secluded restaurant, with him Mr. Shyam Manohar Jha sitting before him.

ASR was not the one who beat around the bush. He is anything, but Straight forward.

“Who are you?”

“Short Term Memory Loss?. Sale Sahab, I’m Shyam Manohar Jha, your Brother in Law” said Shyam smirking at him..

“Oh really? I thought the one sitting before me is Abishek Sha”

The color from Shyam’s face drained out.

“Ah. Abb.. Abhishek Malik?”

“Yeah.. Am I wrong? Then correct me”

“What are you saying SS? I’m SHJ, your BIL”

“Hell With this BIL. Where is my Jijaji?”

ASR came to his point..

“Im Your jijaji…”

“Cut the crap… You are not” saying Arnav took the pendrive from his pocket and showed it to him.

Shyam, or should I say Abhishek’s face in fear and horror strike was worth to watch . He saw the pendrive in ASR’s hand which he was searching for past 5 hours but soon he relaxed a bit.

“So Finally the truth is out” smirking Abhishek.

“Where is my Jijaji?” scowled the Lion in his dangerous tone…

“Tsk.. Tsk.. Tsk.. Too late Mr. Arnav Malik.. The ball is in my court...”

“Huh…. ASR perfectly knows how to turn the table”

“Lets see that” saying Abhishek removed the facial mask that he was wearing to disguise himself as Shyam..

“Why did you do this?”

“You want me to say why I did? Right? Let me tell you.. Just to destroy you, I did all these things”

“Destroy me?”

“Yes You?”

“What did I do?”

“What you didn’t do? It because of your father, my mom’s life was destroyed. It’s because of your father I was orphaned. Its because of your father I struggled life with penniless. Your father cheated my mom, left her on the road. He didn’t even care to check whether we are alive or not. When she was about to die two years backe, she revealed all the truth to me. I want him to taste his own medicine, but found him to be dead. But My need for blood didn’t stop me. Then I found you. I made a perfect plan to destroy your entire family. I kidnapped your BIL after he saved your so called wife. I was attracted to her. I wanted to have her. But at the same time I wanted to destroy your family. I changed myself to SMJ. I tried to put the act of Perfect Son In Law of your house. I think I was successful. Then Khushi came to delhi. Again My lust for her resurfaced. I thought I can use her for my revenge. [He explained all the things till the terrace scene]. Everything was going perfect till you came with Khushi being married to her. I thought you would say everything to Anjali, which will break her down. I know you already written a will on Anjali. I made her sign the property papers on my name, without letting her know. I thought I can throw your entire family out of RM, but everything changed with Anjali becoming pregnant, you marrying Khushi. You didn’t do right for me Arnav Singh Raizada” Abhishek finished all his devil deeds.

After hearing all these things, Arnav’s blood was boiling, but there was a relief on his face. The pain that he got when he though his BIL cheating his Di. The pain that he felt when he thought he failed his mother in protecting her sister.  He closed his eyes, silently sending a small thank you to his ma, he opened his eyes, with his brain working at calculative speed.

“Yeah I didn’t do right. Now Im gonna correct my mistake” said Arnav looking dangerously at him. His voice convey that what he gonna do will be no good for the opponent. If ASR is on the field, none can win against him.

Abhishek scrunched his nose in confusion. In two minutes, he was surrounded by men with black uniform, which he knows as ASR’s security guards. In 30 minutes, he was taken to place he was held captive with ASR sitting before him with the deathly posture that screams his death.

“Where ismy jijaji?”

“AS If I will tell you.. He is my triumph card”

“You will.. You yourself will tell me”

“Will see that”

“You are underestimating me”

“I never. I know what you are capable of. But you never knew about me.”

Arnav raised his eyebrow asking him like what else he wanna know about him.

“Im as much as determined you are. You were determined to destroy your chacha likewise Im determined to destroy  you.

To be continued...

I know im late..but what to do... I hope you guys wont bash me for my late updates..

Tomorrow I will update, "You are my Only Wish".

Catch you all soon with an another update of mine

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take care

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Nakshu aka Hema

Love you all

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OS - All she needed was - Belief in Herself

BELIEF IN HERSELF

“Is it all about Money and Power” Khushi wondered out aloud walking down the street… Things never went with the way she planned.

Moving out of her house with the only intention to pursue a career in the field which she always wanted to shine. She opted for Event management rather than this Engineering. She was confident that she could manage, at least that was what she thought. But never ever in her dreams she felt the need of money and power. She has been rejected by more than 15 firms because… huh she don’t know the reason. Her legs automatically took her to the place unknown to her. She was not familiar with this city. The city of Dreams, Mumbai. She saw the beach that was waving flawlessly. Why can’t she be like this waves? She can easily adapt to all the obstacles that the life was throwing at her. She smiled, a sarcastic smile, that mocks her life. She heaved a huge sigh as if giving up her hope when she heard someone speaking..

 

“Don’t you think you giving up so soon?. Lift yourself up before this world mocks at you.  Things doesn’t always work with the way we plan. We should make the things work with our plan. Find out what you missed in making those things work. You will find a way” said a stranger looking at the ocean.

 

Khushi starred at the person who was standing beside her. The posture with which the person was standing shows his power, his strength, his money. But what she can see is that, the person has something that she doesn’t has. His belief on himself. Yes, She lacks that belief, that she can do it. That person smiled at her as if his job has done. He waved at her and left the place.

Khushi stood there processing all his words. She felt as if everything that stranger said is bringing back her confidence.

With the new zeal she found in herself, she reached her hostel. She was just waiting for the next opportunity with which she can brag the deal.

Next day, she got a call. She expected it to be one of the interview calls, and that was what had actually happened. She reached the venue, and was asked to wait for few minutes. After an exact 15 mins, she was called inside. But when she came out, her face shows rejection, she lost it, AGAIN.

Her shoulder dropped down, she closed her eyes to stop her tears that were threatening to come out.

“You Will Find a way” These words uttered by the stranger echoed in her ears. She snapped open her eyes with new born essence. She lifted her shoulder, looked ahead and walked out with her head held high.

 

“17^th interview… Wish it turns out to be good. Wish?. Is it not what I badly needed now? A job. Then why I wish it. I need it. Can I do it? Why is it that I couldn’t do it? Am I not eligible? No.. I’m. Then Why I lack this spirit?” Her heart berated with these things.

She realized that she had reached her destination…..

 

“Why did you opted for Event Management?”

 

“That’s my interest.”

 

“Means”

 

“Means.. I cant chose some other field that I have no interest to do”

 

“What got your interest to this?”

 

“I love celebrations. Celebrations meant for Happiness. I always wanted to do the one which makes me Happy. Now you got your answer”

 

“Do you have any recommendation or experience?”

 

“there you go” Khushi mentally thought…

 

She knows, she gonna lose this Again. She stood up to leave the hall, when she again heard that stranger’s voice. She sat again and questioned back…

 

“Why did you called me for interview?”

 

“Because we wanna know whether you are suitable for this job or not”

 

“Oh Really?? Then Why do you need recommendation or experience?”

The manager who was interviewing her startled with the query. He scrunched his eyebrow in question…

 

“Have you gone through my profile?”

 

The manager nodded.

 

“Then why the hell are you asking me, about my experience when I cleared stated in it…” Khushi said with little pitch in her voice.

 

The manager was shell shocked with her tone…

 

“Recommendation? If you wanna test my knowledge, then lay your task before me.. Don’t.. Don’t even estimate me, with what others say… Good bye to you and your so called company” saying she grabbed her file from his hand and marched out. She doesn’t feel anything less than yesterday, but still she didn’t lose her hope, She doesn’t wanna be tagged with the name of Loser.

She was about to open the door, when she heard a very familiar voice that boosted her up, the voice that lifted her up, the voice that she held onto the last thread of her losing strength.

She turned her neck, only to come face to face with the stranger she met few days ago..

 

“This is not the end Ms.Khushi Gupta…” said the man.

 

“Huh?”

 

“Your interview is not yet finished” saying the man turned towards the desk.

“Aman, you can leave.” He dismissed his manager, and took the place and asked for her file.

 

She thought for a minute, but still handed him the file.

 

“Plan for a party, a perfect business party. Estimation,  1 crore. You task.. Get it done” saying he threw a look, a challenging look.

 

She was horrified with the order. A day before what she heard of is, A voice of Strength. But today she was hearing, A voice of Challenge.

Nevertheless, she accepted with the nod.

“Here is the details and the venue… You can ask Mr. Aman Mathur for the workplace. You can leave” he said with an authority that shook her inner self.

She left taking the file, she knows his eagle eyes were watching her every move.

 

‘Two days before I saw her attending an interview in Kapoor’s Fashion House. It’s not that she was the only girl attended, there were many. But what got my attention was her profile. I was sitting inside Mr. kapoor’s cabin waiting for the last candidate’s interview to get finished. She was the last person. Her answers were crystal clear. She has passion to work. But there was something lacking in her. I felt that. She was rejected, I know the reason because even though her answers were clear, with the way she answered and her tone doesn’t convey him the same. She lacked the belief. She spoke as if she was speaking with her luck but not because of her knowledge. While going, she missed to take her profile. I asked Mr.kapoor for the file and had gone through it. Her designs were awesome with perfection. I moved out, only to see her disappear in the entrance door. I followed her, found her standing in the beach starring at the ocean. I know she was dejected. I felt she lost everything with her heaved sigh. I wanted to say her something that can stir her lacked confidence. And that’s what I did. But nowhere I expected her to see in AR Industry today. Glad I did. I challenged her, not to test her, but to show she can do it, to HERSELF, NOT TO ME.” The man thought starring aimlessly.

Two hours went away…

Khushi knocked the CEO’s cabin and entered after getting a small ‘come in’. She placed the planned document before him.

 

“Brief it” the man uttered..

 

“XYZ Party at ABC Venue at 8.00pm to 1.00am. It can be done it 60 lacs. I think spending 1 crore for this mere party is not needed. I asked Mr. Mathur about the people who will be attending it. I got to know, not more than 50 people will be. As far as I know, spending too much in food and decorations is not needed, a simple food menu and pleasant decoration were enough. As it is business party, we can’t avoid cocktails and mocktails, but having alcohol is not necessary. The file has all the estimation for the event” Khushi ended her talk handing over the file. She had put her effort as much as she can with the research she did.

The man went through the file and looked at her..

 

“When You know you can do it… then believe that you can do it. It is not about money or power. It is all about belief. You can face failures 100 times, but don’t fail yourself.”

 

Khushi’s eyes widened in surprise..

 

“Your job is confirmed… Start from tomorrow. Now you can leave” saying the man dispersed the meeting..

 

Now she understood why the man laid the task. Now she understood the man, but more than that, she understood herself.

‘Job?. That is what I needed. Now I got it.. Its time to prove myself’ Khushi thought.

 

A bright acknowledging smile formed on her lips.

 

“Thank you” saying she turned, but stopped and asked..

 

“Your name?”

 

“Arnav Singh Raizada”

 

“Arnav Singh Raizada” Khushi whipered herself..

 

She left his cabin, after knowing the lesson of her life. But what she doesn’t know is that, the man will himself become the reason of her life. Not now, may be in future.

 

The END.

 

Random Shot: Love and Trust

LOVE AND TRUST

My take on Terrace Scene:

Arnav was climbing the stairs happily. Today he gonna confess his love. For the first time after 14 years, he wanted to show someone his love. His eyes were twinkling with joy.  He was grinning like an idiot remembering all the things that had happened between Khushi and him. His face was glowing with undoubtful happiness. He stood before the door that opens to the stairs. He took a deep breath and opened, only to witness his love breaking into million times.

“Khushiji.. I love you.. I only love you... I married Rani Shaheba for Money only…” Shyam said Hugging Khushi to himself…

Khushi was disgusted with his touch. She pulled back from his harsly, scratching her nails along his arms and shouted, “If you don’t love Anjaliji, then divorce her”.

[After what happened.. Arnav- Shyam confrontation , Arnav blackmailing Khushi to marry him, Gupta’s and Raizada’s reaction, Arshi argument in their room, Arnav making her sleep in the poolside.. Everything is similar]

Arnav was sitting on his bed staring at the sleeping form of his Khushi on the poolside. Even though he came to conclusion that he hate her, but the love he has for her can never be changed.

“How could Khushi do this to me?. How could she betray my love? How could she do this treacherous act?. Why? Didn’t she feel my love? Didn’t I deserved to be loved? LOVE? She is the one who taught me to love. She is the one who made me to dream about her. She is the one who made my hope to resurface. She is the one who made me to love her. She made me to feel her love. Feel her love? Feel? Yes I did felt her love. Her eyes convey everything to me. She is the girl with high morals. She is the girl with high culture and principle. She may be from middle class, but she was very strict to her tradition. Then how can she go behind my jijaji. Am I missing something? Why my heart agrees with this?”

These were the thoughts that were running behind his mind. He was confused with the happenings. He looked at the sleeping form of his wife for few hours who was hugging herself.

Arnav thought back to the time when he first met Khushi…

The fear he saw in her eyes when she fall into my arms.

The petrified look she had when he broke her dori.

The Fire he saw when she fought back with him.

The confidence that emitting from her when he challenged her.

The belief she has on her and her almighty.

The strong face she had put on her even when he accused her.

The immense love she has for everyone.

The pain that was visible on her face whenever he hurt her.

She is Tigress when it comes to her dignity.

She is The Girl who always walks with her head held high.

She is The Strength for everyone.

She is The Prohibited Territory for everyone except him.

She is The Treasure who has to be kept safe.

She is The Fire who dares to touch her.

She is The Ocean who has all the love of this world.

She is The Happiness who lives for others happiness.

She is THE KHUSHI. THE KHUSHI KUMARI GUPTA…’

The girl who never bends her head for anyone except love.

She is HIS KHUSHI.

The realization hit him strongly than he thought.

“She is MY KHUSHI. MY KHUSHI will never do this…” A relief passed through him. Terrace scene flashed before his eyes.

“NO.. There is something that is not right. Who can help me with this? Khushi and Jijaji? I think I should wait for perfect time” with this thoughts he drifted to sleep.

[Early Morning happenings and other incidents are similar to show.. I don’t want to repeat the same thing and bore you all. I hope you do understand me. Even in my busy schedule I’m writing something]

Arnav was walking towards the main door, when he bumped with Shyam..

“Sala Shabha.. Whats the hurry?” said Shyam smiling at him..

Arnav walked away, giving a glare to him.

Arnav was suppose to attend a meeting with a foreign client. He reached the venue and started walking inside.

“Excuse me sir” The security man called him.

“Yes?” Arnav asked him.

“Laptops and other electronic devices are not allowed inside except your mobile phone” said the man.

“What the”

“Sir, please do understand. It is our company’s policy. We can’t breech it” said the man requesting him.

Arnav gave his laptop to him and started walking, when the metal detector gave a sound.

“Sir… Please check your pockets for anything” said the man…

“There is nothing man… I know” said the ASR with irritated tone.

“Sir please…”

“Argghh” Frustrated Arnav put his hand in his coat pocket, only to feel some hard thing. He took out the thing, only to see a pendrive. He was confused seeing it in his coat pocket. He was wondering how it reached him, when he heard Aman ushering him to attend the meeting on time.

He gave the drive to the security man and left for the meeting.

 To be continued...

Hello My dear darlings...

Here is the new shot.. I dont know whether it is three shot or five shot. But will complete this story by tomorrow. That Im sure. Then I will update You are my Only Wish. So please wait for me. I will be waiting for your comments. That means a lot to me. Thanks for all your support. I'm really overwhelmed with your responses even when I'm not replying to any of your comments. Please forgive me for that. Will catch you all soon with another update.

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Nakshu aka Hema

FF - The Sword of Destiny Chapter 6

THE SWORD OF DESTINY

Chapter 6:

Ms. Anjali Kapoor and Mrs. Anjali Singhania was starting at each other. One was smirking inwardly, other was digesting the fact that the person standing exactly opposite to her was so much alike to her.

But Khushi was the only person who is sane actually analysing the difference between those two people. She was the person who judge other person with their eyes. He looked at Ms.Kapoor’s eyes, only feel disgust. Her evilness was so much showing in her eyes, that even a insane people never fail to understand that. She looked at the other person whose eyes has some unknown spark, a spark that brightens others day. She feel more attached to her. She put her thoughts behind her head and looked at them.

“Ms. Anjali Kapoor?” Khushi questioned not sure about who is who even though she can feel, she still wanna confirm her thoughts.

AK averted her eyes from Anjali (from now on I will address Anjali Kapoor (AK)) and looked at Khushi. She raised her eyebrows asking her what.

Now, Khushi understood that she spoke with wrong person. She looked really sorry for what she did. She was glad that she didn’t speak that much that she will regret for her life.

Anjali understood her sorry look and smiled in return..

“It’s okay I understood”

Khushi passed uncomfortable smile to her…

“I’m Mrs. Anjali Abhay Singhania.” saying she forwarded her hand..

Even before she could take her hand, AK intervened and grabbed her hand for shake..

“Hey Anjali.. Im Anjali Kapoor… You can call me as AK… BTW.. Im journalist student. I’m here for an interview with Mr. Singhania.” said AK smiling  at Anjali…

Anjali nodded and looked at Khushi for her introduction..

“Ms. Khushi Gupta.. I’m..” she was about to say but was cut off by AK.

“She is here for ASR”

“What” Anjali and Khushi asked aloud.

“I mean she is here to Interview Mr. ASR” said AK..

“OH.. Ok.. We will meet some other time. I have to go” saying Anjali  left the place.

While moving she looked back once again to Khushi who also looking at her. Dont know what made her to smile, but she felt more connected with her. Leaving those thoughts she moved out of the place.

Now Khushi and AK were the only person…

“So Khushi… Met ASR?” asked AK with a mocking smile…

“You better mind your own business and get the hell out of here” saying Khushi strode out, not in the mood to meet the so called ASR anymore..

AK passed a victorious smile, having stopped her from meeting the particular person for whom she is in this world.

All these things were not unnoticed by a particular person. He felt something fishy about this entire thing. He looked at girl. He himself don’t know why he is feeling so much hatred for that girl who resembles his wife. Yes, the person was none other than Abhay.

Meanwhile the case with ASR was entirely different.

‘ARNAV SINGH RATHORE’ this was the name that was resonating in the entire space of his cabin. He was not himself. He was feeling some unknown pride and power that was associated that name. The name itself associates him in a way more than he can explain.

He closed his eyes trying to gather his thoughts,

“Arnav, Arnav Singh Rathore” saying the man introduced himself.

The girl standing before him blushed at his voice that melts her soul…

“Khu… Khushi Raina” said the girl fluttering her eyelids.

Arnav smiled seeing her reddish cheeks..

“You look as pretty as a picture” Arnav said expecting a reaction from her. He didnt get disappointed. He was awarded with an adorable smile and reddish color at the collar of her neck…

“Oh no… Mrs. Soon to be Khushi Singh Rathore you are not suppose to blush too much…” Arnav said laughing at her…

“Come on.. Speak something other than blushing” said Arnav beaming at Khushi....

But She is not less than him… She said only one thing, that made his eyes twinkle in happiness..

“Khushi Arnav Singh Rathore”

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“Arnav Singh Rathore, you are not doing right. She is my possession. No one can take her away from me, let alone marrying her.” The man said with a villainous glare. His eyes were reddish, emitting the power to destroy anything what he desires about.

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Arnav opened his eyes hearing the threat by the person. He remembered the eyes, which shook his inner self. This was not the eyes of a person who has anger or vengeance. This eyes shows ruthlessness, malevolence, and what not.

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The man with a sword was walking down the stairs… He has no clue about what he should search for. He knows he had to reach the rightful owner of this Sword which he was carrying. Not that he feel it was his duty, but he feel pride of doing this. The pride not to show people, but to feel contented.

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In AR,

Arnav was very disturbed with his dream, he was getting flashes after flashes..

The promise that he made to destroy  that person…

He, stabbing a girl whom he feel more connected…

He with some girl talking something…

The eyes of the person….

These things were disturbing him so much…

He feel powerless

As if blood drained out of his body…

As if he couldn’t be able to fight back…

As if he wanna close his eyes in defeat…

But the only thing that was holding him back was, A pair of eyes  whom he couldn’t identify. He dont even remember where he saw that eyes. All he knows that, the eyes needs him or may be, he needed that eyes.

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The man who was walking remembered what his dadaji said,

“Dadaji, How will I find the person?”

“You dont need to search for that person. This sword itself find its owner”

“Dadaji?”

“Beta, you forgot, this sword belongs to the person who has so much Willpower. His will has the power to control this sword. It will help you in identifying its rightful owner.”

“Ok Dadaji… I will handover this to the person when I find him”

“No beta, not only you have the responsibility to identify the person, but also make him realize his need, the reason of his birth.”

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“God, Please help me” saying out, he marched further, in search of his destination.

To be continued..