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..