TS - MINE(Airport Scene)

TS - MINE(Airport Scene)

First Shot:

Arnav was going to airport.. He has his flight in two hours.. He don’t want to be here in this city, because he don’t have strength to see his love in someone’s arm. That things was killing him. So he decided to leave for good, and never to return back. He thought of the day where she fell in his arms, their meet in darga, she being in delhi, she in his office, then guest house incident where his heart skipped and fell in love with her, store room scene, she hiding in his cupboard, him breaking her fast on teej, she coming to train lavanya, their almost kiss on diwali, he announcing his engagement with la, he getting to know about her engagement …

His thoughts stopped there..

‘Engagement?.... She did said that she broke her engagement, but she never said about the reason… what was her fiance name.. it was.. its.. its something.. I couldn’t remember.. what was it.. yes it was shyam… shyam?.. Could it be jeejaji… if so.. then how come both met, why didn’t khushi was not aware of him being his jeejaji?... Didn’t they met in RM?.. Yes they didn’t.. till that havan day.. yeah.. on that Khushi cried on my shoulder.. When I asked her, she refused to reason.. Next day I got to know her engagement broke.. but that terrace scene.. how could she ask him leave his di. Am I being too calculative?.. Did I made a mistake in judging her?.. Where can I get the answers for all my question.. Where.. Where.. yes, Buaji.. Laxmi Nagar’

“Mohan, take the car to laxmi Nagar” Ordered Arnav to his driver..

In RM,

Khushi entered his room, determined to say every truth to him at any cost.

“Arnavji… Arnavji…….” She shouted calling him… She didnt find him anywhere in his room. She ran out, got down the stairs.. She saw Anjali walking towards the kitchen..

“Dii”

“Ahh Khushji..”

“Arnavji?”

“Chote left to airport”

“Airport?”

“Haa.. He is having his flight to london na”

“London?.. But why?”

“Khushiji.. you are asking as if you don’t know.. Chote left to london because he got some emergency work na” said Anjali looking at her with confusion..

Khushi understood her confusion and tried masking her disapointment..

“Ahh Di.. I forgot.. I .. I” she stammered to find a reason..

“It’s ok Khushiji.. I understand.. are you missing chote?” Anjali said winking at her..

Khushi faking a blush, left to his room.

She entered his room and banged closing the door… She stood there leaning her back on the door.. Tears were flowing from her eyes…

“He left me.. He left without telling me.. How could he do this to me?. He didn’t even ask my side of story. He was sure with his conclusion that I’m a characterless girl.. How could he accuse me?.. Didn’t he love me not even for minute?.. But I did saw love in his eyes during jiji’s ritual.. Did he fake?.. No his eyes can never fake anything. Then how it went wrong.. Why everything seemed so messed up?. Why?.. Whyyyyyyyy?” Khushi shouted and cried seeing the empty room..

Her cries were full of question and disbelief.. She muffled her cry when she heard foot steps…

“Khushji.. Khushiji” Anjali knocked her door..

“Haan Di” Khushi shouted back, not showing her grief in his voice..

“We are going to temple.. Are you coming?” asked Anjali

Khushi was not in the state to accompany them so she refused..

“No Di.. I’m not”

“Ok Khushiji.. Take care of yourself. No one is at home” saying Anjali left the place..

Again Khushi got back to her crying…

In gupta’s house

Arnav was standing in front of Buaji’s house. He was hesitant in knocking the door. But gathering the courage.. He knocked and stood there waiting for someone to open the door.

He saw buaji opening the door..

“Damadji.. you are here.. please come.. come inside” Buaji welcomed him..

Arnav entered the house..

“How are you buaji and everyone at house?” he enquires buaji about their wellbeing..

“We are all fine babua.. Shash and garima had gone to hospital” said buaji smiling at her son in law in pride of having him.

“Hospital?.. What happened to uncle, buaji?” Arnav asked with tensed voice..

“Nothing babua.. just normal check up” said buaji trying to convince him..

“Okay..” said Arnav being convinced..

“You sit babua.. let me go and get coffee for you” said buaji going towards kitchen but was stopped by Arnav’s voice..

“No Buaji.. I want to ask you something” said Arnav..

“haan babua.. What?”

“Who was engaged to Khushi?.. Who is this shyam” asked Arnav coming to his point..

Buaji’s eyes widened hearing this, she looked at his determined face.. she gets to know that she can’t hide it anymore.. Putting everything in god’s hand and keeping her entire trust on the man who was standing before her, she started saying everything from the minute shyam entered into her life, till her broken engagement…

Arnav stumbled back hearing all these things.. He was shocked, horrified knowing he was reason for everything. He felt difficult to breathe.. Hot tears started flowing from his eyes. He looked at his hand which spoiled the life of innocent girl by marrying her and showing the life of hell. He was scandalized hearing this disgusting truth. He couldnt digest everything..

Buaji looked at the face of the man who she always admired and felt proud.. She knows he needs some time..

“Babua.. You can rest in Sankadevi’s room.. till then I will prepare food for you” saying she left him..

Nodding at her, Arnav moved towards Khushi’s room.. His ears was bursting with all the nasty things he spoke about Khushi.. His Khushi.. She was pure, Her heart was pure like child, but what he did.. He contaminated everything… He looked at the stars that was shining brightly above her bed.. He remembered her suicide attempt..

‘She was ready to sacrifice his life for me.. but what did I do.. I broke each and every pieces of her heart that will be hard to mend even if I spent my entire birth. My Khushi.. all alone endured everything single handedly.. I was just watching everything, giving more chances to that scumbag to near her.. How did I not understand her heart till now?.. Where did my love for her went wrong?.Love?.. Did I really loved her?.. If so.. I would have trusted her na.. but I didn’t…. I not only broke my trust, but all the trust she had on me.. I know her all the time, but I did made a biggest mistake.. Biggest mistake of judging her wrongly. I.. I said her as chara… How could I?.. She didnt even neared me with any other intention even though I was her husband.. I spoke all those ill words to her. she tolerated everything.. Everything, but for what.. For my di.. for me… Why did she do this for me?.. Did she loved me?.. Loved this beast?. If so, now I’m sure she will never love me back.. I did killed her love with my hands.. How?.. howw.. Howww?’ shouted a vulnerable Arnav.. No one can define his emotions and feelings that he was having that time. He had kept his wife’s pride and dignity at question.. no girl can tolerate it… not even his mother will forgive him for his act. But he was man with insecurities, wasn’t he?. He had seen his mother suffering, had seen his di suffering, He had seen everything that a normal teenage boy shouldn’t have. he had known this world well enough, even then how could he blindly trust that bastard and accuse Khushi.

Suddenly his breathe got struck, he struggled to inhale the oxygen, he looked at his hand to see it was bleeding.. he don’t know when it happened.. He looked at the floor to see a glass jar was broken to pieces, then only he realized he was holding the jar which was kept on the table in his tight fist all the while that it broke into pieces… He looked at the other hand which has Khushi’s star when had taken it when he entered this room for his support…

Seeing the star, he remembered that he had left his Khushi alone in his house without telling his trip to london. His eyes reddened when he understood what Khushi might be feeling that her husband left without informing her. He wanted to meet his wife now, his khushi… thinking this he left buaji’s house without telling her.. He strode to his car, pushed his driver out of it, occupied the driver seat and ignited the car to reach his home, where his Khushi was staying.

To be continued...