FF - The Sword of Destiny Chapter 3

FF - THE SWORD OF DESTINY

Chapter 3:

It’s almost midnight, Arnav was sleeping on his bed…

He sees himself with a sword in his hand… This was the first time he was seeing that sword. It was not shining in bride like every other swords do… It was like as if it was in pain…

“I can’t” He heard his voice..

“You have to” Said a voice with so much pain…

“No I can never do this to you” he denied

“You should… Please…” Her voice a pleading him..

Closing his eyes for a minute, he opened.. His eyes were reddened.. It was showing all the emotions of this world..Anger, Agony, Pain, Helplessness, Love, Care, Affection, Anguish, Torment everything.

“I’m sorry” saying he took hold of that girls arm, Pulling her towards him… He looked at the hand with the sword and then at the girl before him who was smiling at content..

He gripped the sword tightly in his hand and pierced it strongly on her stomach, making her yelp in pain..

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”.. Though her voice was in pain, her eyes widened and were showing happiness…

He looked at her eyes without blinking...

He removed the sword from her flesh, his hands were shaking.. He dropped the sword on the ground.. He looked at the fragile life who was hanging on his arm… He was about to hug her, but in a force someone pulled her from…

“KHUSHIIIIIIIIIII” Shouted Arnav……………..

He woke up in a jerk and looked around himself… He found himself in his room.. He thought back to his dream, but remembers nothing… He knows that he woke up shouting a name, but what?...

He looked at himself in the mirror which was opposite to him, he was sweating, he looked at the AC to see whether it was switched ON.. yes it was ON and high more than any other time…

His head was paining like hell, his heart was thudding in fear as if someone snatched his life from him, unknowingly he gripped the bedsheet tightly in his fist…

He wanted to shout but what… His face was full of confusion..

At the Outskirts of Lucknow..

The man with that sword was walking towards delhi, because the bike with which he came was punctured…

He was at the step before he enters into delhi… He crossed the border, when he heard a loud thunder and lightning… Suddenly It started raining.

It was like nature was crying, pouring its happy tears, its was thundering as if to welcome a new morning star… It was expressing its happiness…

The man looked up and smiled as if he expected this, he looked at the bag which he was holding in his hand tightly.. It started shining brightly as if it has found its owner… Now his only goal was to search its owner…

In Abhay’s mansion…

He woke up from his deep sleep, he looked beside him only to see his wife sleeping peacefully.

He don’t know why he woke, he felt a horrible pain in his stomach. He was sweating in fear, an unknown fear.. He checked his wife to see if she was okay. He took his phone to call Arnav to know whether he was alright.. He felt as though someone was in pain. But thinking, he kept the phone down not wanting disturb his friend’s slumber..

Sighed he laid down, but sleep was far away from him.

In Khushi’s flat..

She was sleeping tightly after a long journey.. She started stirring in her sleep for few minutes, but later she calmed down again got back to her sleep.

Next day morning, sun rose brightly conveying it’s happiness to everyone.

Khushi was getting ready for her class, she wore a red Kurti and blue jeans, she took her scooty key and a white dupatta. She came out of her flat, took the cloth, wrapped her face in it leaving her eyes alone, wore her helmet and ignited her scooty.

Arnav was getting ready for his office in absent minded, he was not in his usual mood. He took his car key and got out of his house without having his breakfast..

Both Arnav and Khushi stopped the vehicle in traffic.. Khushi’s scooty was straight opposite to Arnav’s.. Both were just an one arm distance on opposite road.. Arnav was waiting there, tapping his fingers on the steering… Khushi removed her helmet and was looking ahead to see whether the traffic was clearing or not..

Arnav was looking around, when he caught a girl holding helmet and her face wrapped in white cloth… He was looking at her without shifting his gaze.. Khushi felt a gaze on her, she turned her head left and right to see whether someone watching or not.. She saw a white SUV on her right side.

Arnav eyes met hers, that’s it.. He saw her eyes.. He felt it was very familiar to him…

‘Why does this eyes were known to me?.. Why do I feel as if it was trying to communicate to me?.. Do I know her?.. But Where did I met her?’ thought Arnav..

He looked at her, saw her doing some antics like adjusting her dupatta, making her eyes widened and all…. (Like a normal girls do when they saw a mirror)..

‘Is she mad?.. What was she doing?. Is there something wrong on my face’ thinking Arnav touched his face and he even looked at the rear mirror to see he was Okay and found he was perfectly fine..

He lowered his car window and was about to ask her, when he saw her wearing helmet and igniting her scooter. He saw her zooming off in his car side mirror.  

He too drove his car, but now his thoughts were not occupied by his dream but with this girl’s eyes… He parked his car and got out.. He locked and turned to go, but stopped abruptly and turned his head, only to see himself in his car window… Now, he understood the reason for her antics.. Smiling thinking at her, he entered his office.. Abhay who was parking his car there stood shocked seeing his smiling face. Not that he was jealous of seeing his smile, it was because he was smiling for the first time. As far as he knows, Arnav was not the person who always smiles. he knows him, ever since they met in school when he was 11 years old. He always saw him alone, he made his friendship with him after lots of struggle. Only he knows How Arnav was. But seeing him smiling was now a entirely different thing. He wished him to stay like this always in his heart. But what he doesn’t knows was, he was and will be the reason for his dark life.

In Khushi college,

“Khushi… about whom you should do your research” asked one of her classmate..

“Arnav.. Arnav Singh Raizada” Whispered Khushi..

As she was in final year of journalism, they asked students to do a research on two people, one about a famous person of their country and other was about a historic person.

Just now, all the students got their project topics along with their first research person, as their staffs said they will reveal the second person after the completion of first one…. obviously Khushi was the one who has to do research about the great Arnav Singh Raizada.

She was lost in his thoughts when someone tapped her shoulder….. She turned to see the person…

To be continued...