Tuesday, 8 December 2015

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.

Until then its bye from

Urs

Nakshu aka Hema

2 comments:

  1. This is so amazing, I loved the way you made arnav realize khushi's innocence, these were my thoughts exactly, a cleaver man like arnav should've think things through before reacting, I really loved your take for this scene, waiting eagerly for the continuation of this story, and to know the story of the mysterious pendrive, please continue soon

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  2. Hey Di. Sorry for the late reply but was busy with college work. coming to the story I really liked the way it started and the concept. Curious to know about the pendrive and what Arnav does to know the whole truth. Plz update your other stories including this one whenever you get time(that is soon bcuz I am very curious to know more). Miss you. thank you.

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