TS - MINE(Airport Scene) last part

TS - MINE(Airport Scene)

Second shot:

Meanwhile In RM,

Khushi was crying, still sitting on the floor she heard a door knock.. She thought it was Anjali and opened the door only to see the devil who destroyed her life standing there.

“Khushiji..” Shyam said with evil grin.

She stood shocked seeing him barged in to her room.

“What are you doing?.. Leave this room” said Khushi strongly trying hard not show her fear.

“You got to be kidding me Khushiji.  I waited for this moment for so many days and you are asking me to leave” said Shyam standing in the center of the room.

“What are you saying?” asked Khushi..

“Khushiji.. I don’t have time to explain everything.. I just want two things from here” said Shyam looking at her from head to toe..

“What do you want?”

“You..”

“What the hell”

“and Arnav’s money”

“You will neither get me nor Arnavji’s property” said Khushi spitting fire at him..

“Hahaha… sorry Khushiji.. its too late now..” saying Shyam moves toward Arnav’s locker..

Khushi looked at him thinking what he was doing.. He with an duplicate Keys opened the locker.. Khushi rushed to him, tried pulling him.. but he was too strong for her.. He opened the heavy box that was inside the locker, placing it on the table.. and started searching for papers, but he find none, thinking it might be in the box.. he tried opening it..

“Shyam ji.. leave this room right now” Khushi said pushing him out of the room..

She was struggling, but shyam was trying to find a way to control her and open the box.. He removed her dupatta and tied her to the bed post..

Khushi was shouting asking him to leave and also for someone’s help. As none was at home, no one could come for her rescue..

She saw Shyam opening the box, the first thing that her eyes saw where the torn cloth of her dupatta.. She remembered the dupatta which he torn when it got stuck in his car…

Shyam threw the piece, his hand three folded papers..

He with excitement opened the paper to read…

‘This plants are for you.. bla bla bla”

Khushi’s eyes widened hearing that, she knows that  letter well, she had written it when Arnavji asked lavanya to leave..

He threw that letter and opened a small chit.. Khushi knows the chit which she gave it to him, telling about his meeting when he asked her not to open her mouth.

Shyam left that, and took the last letter and opened to read..

Khushi wondered what it may be…

Shyam read.. some shaitan and rajkumari….

Khushi smiled with tears having realised her Arnavji had kept  everything of her’s safely..

Shyam threw a small box with his hand got hold off… The box broke into pieces, shattering the contents in it.. The box has white pearls.

Who will know about this Pearl other than her... Khushi struggled to removed the knot in her hands.. She wanted to untie it, gather all the things which her Arnavji had kept preciously and cry her heart out.

Shyam took a gold bangles, Khushi gave a smile, a knowing smile.. Her mother’s bangle….

‘Arnavji understood me well.. then why not in this devil’s case’ thought Khushi..

Shyam threw the book which was named something like user manual… Khushi giggled looking at the car user manual.. He emptied the content from the box, some broken pieces of glass bangles fell… Khushi saw her glass bangles which broke on the day of her jiji’s havan. More tears flow from her eyes.

Shyam ran his hand through his hair in frustration.. He was frustrated of not getting anything.. Khushi laughed seeing this.

“You will never get anything that belongs to his” said Khushi..

Shyam gave a evil smile to her and said..

“Of course I can get.. your Arnavji kept all his property safe except one..”

Khushi frowned at this..

“Wanna Know?... It’s you…. Your Arnavji forgot to keep you safe from me.. I can get you easily now.. He was not here to save his important property, that is.. his love”

Khushi’s eyes widened hearing this..

“Love?”

“Yes His love.. that is you Khushiji… Sala sahab loves you dearly.. but it was me who planted the seed of doubt in his mind.. Because I know he can never tolerate his Di suffering.. I kept his Di as pawn and played my cards.. that fool trusted me..” He was about to continued.. when he felt a tight slap..

He touched his cheek and looked at the one who dared to slap him, it was none other than the girl who was standing before him in her durga ma’s avatar.. She was not the girl who he had seen months ago, the Khushi Kumari Gupta.. the girl who was standing before him was, Khushi Arnav Singh Raizada… the Name itself held the power of turing the opponent into ashes..

“How dare you play your dirty tricks with this family?” saying Khushi hit his head with flower vase, breaking the vase into million piece..

Shyam cried in pain holding his head… Khushi pushed him on the floor.. Shyam fell on the floor with thud… She kept her foot on his chest, close to his neck, pressing her heal strongly on his flesh..

“Dare you say anything about him.. He was not a fool, You just used his weakness. dare to mess with him, that will the last day of your life in this world..” saying Khushi took the glass jar which was kept on the table beside her and dropped it on his hand making him yelp in pain…

“How dare you play with him?.. How dare you?” saying she took her foot, knelt on the floor, started strangling him with her two hands.. Her nails were digging into his flesh.. She was not herself.. She was behaving as if she was possessed by someone…

Shyam was struggling to breathe, he tried to say something, but his words where choking, tears of pain flowing from his eyes… The girl who could never see anyone in pain was smiling seeing him in pain… He feared seeing the murderous look giving by her. He tried to free his neck from her hand, but he couldn’t..

“You played with my love.. My love… I will kill you now..” saying she tightened her grip but her grip loosened when she heard someone calling her… the voice that controls her, the voice that held all the love for her…

She stood up and turned with force… She stumbled due to the force and was about to fall, when she held securely by the man of her life, her Arnavji….

“Khushi” He whispered..

Khushi looked up at him as if she was seeing him after years… She touched her face to confirm whether she was for real… Arnav’s lips curved into sad smile..

“I’m here for real Khushi” He said..

Khushi stared at him for a minute and throw herself in his arms.. Arnav gathered her safely tightening his arms around his waist… Both were smiling with tears.. Both were feeling secured in each others arms.. Both were happy for being together…

“Khushi.. I’m so” Arnav opened his mouth to apologise..

“No Arnavji.. Please.. Dont say sorry.. I know everything.. I forgive you…please don’t” Khushi said Kissing his neck…

“No Khushi… I’m sorry.. I acted as fool… I’m sorry… really sorry”

“Shh… Don’t… Please Arnavji”

Shyam looked at the couple who was crying in each others arm. A minute ago he saw different Khushi, but he was seeing vulnerable Khushi in Arnav’s arms.

“Arnavji.. That pearl” asked Khushi..

“yes Khushi.. that pearl belongs to your dori…. It always reminded me about you.. I tried throwing it away, but couldn’t” said Arnav still in her arms..

“Lavanyaji’s letter”

“Khushi.. do you think.. Im a fool to believe that la wrote this letter.. I do know it was written by you in pure hindi.. I do know you can’t afford those plants.. I do know you are not the one who ask money from others.. It was not difficult to find the bangles you sold” Said Arnav.. He felt Khushi smiling against his neck…

“Arnavji..”

“Shhhh Khushi, all those letters, bangles and books everything was of yours.. Each and everything always kept you close to me..” said Arnav smiling thinking about all the times he spent with her.. Khushi rubbed her face on his chest.. both of them forgot about shyam completely…

Shyam was looking at them and the things that was scattered on the floor.. He thought Arnav had kept his property in his locker, but never ever in his dream he had thought that he will see all these… He understood the love of his brother in law had for Khushi. In fact, he understood what love means… It was not about Money, it’s about memories, a beautiful memories. He felt guilt of being a evil in between their love… He dont even know whether they will forgive him or not.

“Khushiji..” He called her..

Khushi got out of her love’s arms and looked at him.. Arnav marched to him with closed fist, but he was stopped seeing shyam dropping himself on the floor with folded hands.

“I’m sorry Khushiji.. I’m sorry sala sahab… I did a mistake, a grave mistake.. I don’t know anything other than saying this… I’m sorryy.. Please forgive me.. I know I dont have rights to ask you both that, but I have no other option other than this” a pleading shyam cried to him..

“You…” Arnav was about to pounce on him

“Arnavji….” Called Khushi

Arnav turned and looked at her..

“Dii” said Khushi…

Arnav’s face fell, he dropped his fist..

“Please leave the room Shyamji” said Khushi..

“But..”

“Please..” said Khushi with desperation..

Shyam left the room, but with new determination, to mend every problem he created..

Khushi looked at Arnav, Arnav just walked to her and hugged her tightly feeling her… Khushi felt her heart going Dhak Dhak… but this time more loudly.. She looked at Arnav and smiled broadly and whispered, “Dhak Dhak….”

“Ours” Whispered Arnav..

“I love you Arnavji..” Khushi said rubbing her cheeks against his stubble..

“I love you too Khushi” said Arnav Kissing her neck.. Feelings each other was important, other things can wait.

That day Moon dawned, spreading its happiness of seeing the love emitting from the couple.

THE END…

Shyam regretting, telling his deeds to everyone, redemption, Anjali forgiving him, New Change in Shyam, Arshi’s new journey of life with their new found love.. everything is upto you imagination.. My mind could only get this, nothing more…. You guys can imagine whatever you want..

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...

5S - Are you the magic or tragic of my life?

5S - Are you the magic or tragic of my life?

Second Shot :

Two days later,

Arnav again went to the flower shop and met the same girl…

“Excuse me”

Again the girl flashed a cute smile…

“Yes,.. What do you want sir?” The girl was looking at him with her confused eyes.

“I just want a small help from you” said Arnav

“Yes.. What kind of help?” asked the girl..

Arnav proposed the idea of his photoshoot for bridal wear. The girl thought for a while and agreed to help him..

“I’m Arnav Singh Raizada” Arnav said introducing himself..

“Khushi.. Khushi Gupta” said Khushi smiling broadly at him.

Next day was photoshoot,

Arnav was all set to see the photoshoot, that was the first time the Great ASR was himself attending the shoot, because NK and Aman was the one who always takes care of it. This act of him shocked everyone…

Khushi started modelling wearing all the bridal collection, the ASR had himself designed… Arnav stood there admiring each and every pose of her. He started imagining herself as his bride, their engagement, mehendi, sangeet and marriage. He was smiling thinking everything..

“Aman.. Please hold me tightly” Whispered NK..

“What NK?”asked an irritated Aman not knowing what was happening..

“The Great ASR is smiling” said NK startling poor Aman.

“Where?” asked a shock Aman and turned his head to see Arnav.

Aman fainted on NK’s shoulder, seeing him smiling..

“Shit.. Aman.. Wake up.. Wake up Aman” said NK patting his cheeks.

But Aman remained in the same state..

“ASR” shouted NK..

“Noooooooo” Aman got up  shouting, making NK chuckle. But Still the great ASR was in his own dreamland.

“NK.. there was something going” said Aman..

“Yes.. I agree with you”replied Nk looking at ASR.

“We should know that”

“Then, get ready to die” said NK

“Whatt?”

“Yes… you only said you gonna know what was happening.. you yourself willing to die in his hands.. who can save you” said NK feeling pity for his friend..

Aman’s eyes widened in shock.. he looked at Nk like Are you my friend?...

Both came out of their silent discussion when they heard photographer saying the shoot ended..

They both saw Arnav walking upto the girl and was speaking to her. It was like two lost friends were speaking…

“Okay Arnav I’m going… It’s late” said Khushi picking up her bag.

“If not for you, I don’t know how i would have finished this shoot” said Arnav thanking her.

“You know, I’m actually jealous of seeing you all doing the work which is close to your heart”

“Hahah.. Only we know the problem in this.. Why are you saying like this?.. Aren’t you happy with you flowershop?”

“Im happy but not too happy.. I love music… playing guitar is the best thing I would love to do” said Khushi, her voice was sad…

“Wow.. thats great… but why are sounding sad” enquired Arnav.

“That’s because I lost my guitar in train, when I had  travelled from my hometown to mumbai”

“Ohh… Not a problem Khushi.. you will get new one for sure” said Arnav encouraging her..

Khushi smiled at him and was walking out of the office, when she heard him..

“Khushi.. can you meet me tomorrow morning near the beach” requested Arnav.

“Why?”

“I have something to ask you.. or I can say to tell you”

Khushi thought for a while and agreed……

“Shall I drop you?” Offered Arnav..

“No.. I had got my scooty.. No problem” saying Khushi bid bye to him and left.

Arnav was excited and nervous for the next day.. He was damn sure about his feelings for her.

Next day in Beach…

Arnav was waiting for Khushi…….. He was happy, excited and at the same time feeling amazing after having realised he was in love. After few minutes, he saw Khushi coming..

“hey Arnav”

“Hai Khushi”

“Sorry, I was late.”

“Not a problem”

“Isn’t it beautiful” Khushi said admiring the place.

“Ya Very Beautiful” said Arnav looking at her.

“Huh?” Khushi looked at him..

“N… No.. nothing” stammered Arnav.

Both were again remained in silent.. One admiring the place, and other thinking how to confess his love.

“Khushi?”

“Yaa Arnav”

Arnav opened his open to say something, but he felt as though he was at loss of words..

“Uhh.. I….Ahh… Nothing Khushi” said Arnav huffing and scolding himself in his mind.

“What is it Arnav?.. Tell me” questioned Khushi..

“Its actually.. It’s.. I don’t know how to put it”

“Go ahead, say it”

Arnav stood there trying to get his mind together..

“Everything is new to me Khushi…. For the past three days… that I… I dont know how to say it.. I… Let me be very straight Khushi.. I like you.. I love you.. Shall we marry?” asked a very nervous Arnav.

To be continued..