Dedidated toArshi_Angel

and to all my readers and friend

CHAPTER 1

Sadyion se lambe huye rate, Sadyion se lambe huye din

Present Day....

02.07. 2019

" And the Best Young Business Man of the year Goes to Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada", The crowd cheered and applauded..Once again, once again He did it.. Mr. Arvind Singh Raizada undoubtedly felt proud of his younger son. Unlike Akash, his younger son joined him in his business 5 years ago and there is no looking back.. Arvind has seen his son, his chotey, to grow , the dedication, the devotion and way to handle a situation, everything amazed him. It's obvious he has become the sensational young and successful business tycoon, a well known business man who had shown everyone that he was and is the right man to get a contract with. He had become a well known name among the business men around the world just like his father, Mr Arvind Singh Raizada....

He had changed now. He was no longer the womaniser, casanova, Playboy who only wanted alcohol, partying and laid bare to anyone and everyone. He was surely a changed man now that he had established his own business from scratch, Yes AK Fashion house is the branch of AR industry which is Arnav's brain child. Arvind never forced his own decision on any of his children. He is the best father anyone can get. But still Arvind could not ignore the ache in his heart, whenever he sees Arnav.. For last almost 6 years, the hollowness in his son's eyes, makes him aware that may be, may be he is a failure, he failed as a father.. it's true he failed to assess his Chotey's activity years back, Arvind still wonders, that Irrespective of having a lovely family, a good upbringing and a adorable mother Like Ratna how their Arnav choose the wrong path. Arnav was always very emotional person, and he can do anything for those, who are close to him. Sometimes Arvind thinks, what if he did not send Arnav to abroad for higher study, then today their life would have been different. Though Arvind and his wife Ratna always kept tab on their every children but they respected their children's privacy, always.. and that Privacy become so Pivotal that change their son's whole life.. a bunch of spoil, rich brat , how easily Arnav become their friends or scapegoat and go with the flow, Arvind could not hold his sigh, Alas... if he was a little more careful..and lastly He could not control but Think about the angel, who changed their Arnav and turned the beast into a human. But the cost she has paid, Arvind eyes pricks with tears..

" Thank you everyone. This award is the hard work of everyone associated with AK fashion house, I am nothing without my dedicated family of AK fashion. Thank you guys.. and My family and lovely parent, what to say, they are my ultimate shelter.. Love you Dad for keeping faith on me" . Arnav's speech broke Arvind train of thoughts, he could not help but smile through tears. For the world Junior ASR is the Rude, arrogant businessman, but Arvind knows better.. His Arnav is just like his name, " A deep Ocean", the ocean of pain and guilt he is carrying in his heart for last 6 years, Arvind knows no one , no one but only SHE can help his son, to erase this misery, to bring back in life once again..But will Arnav get the chance again?? Arvind shook's his head, no amount of money can bring back HER, its not only Arnav , but Arvind and Akash too were searching HER, but everything is in vain.. everytime he looks at his son's hopeful eyes and give him nothing but emptiness, Arvind's heart broke into pieces. He is helpless, he can not do anything but just pray.. To bring back his Arnav's Happiness.

" Hi Dad", Arnav came towards his father with his ever so charming smile which did not reach to his eyes. Arvind took his son in a bear hug, " Congratulations Chotey, you won again"..

" Really Dad? But from where I am seeing it, I am the BIGGEST LOOSER , the ultimate looser, and You too know that." Arnav smiled but could not control the lone tears that betrays him and slips through his cheek. " It's been six years dad and there is no news of her..and..." " SHHH...calm down, please Arnav, everything will be fine, believe me, have faith on your LOVE.." Arnav laughs loud, " Love... yes, I LOVE HER, I love her so much that it hurts, each and every passing second I am loosing it Dad.. I know she is somewhere alive, because my hearts never stops beating but why we are unable to find her Dad.. will I ever get the chance to confess what she means to me?" Arvind was silent, no words can console his son, he knows. "Let's go Arnav, everybody is waiting at home." " Not today dad," " No Arnav, Listen.." " Please allow me to spend sometimes alone today, I am feeling very suffocated Dad, please. Don't worry, I will not harm myself, at least not physically.." " OK.. But call me if you need anything and Take care Chotey".

Arnav looks at the parking from where Arvind car just moved away..Another lonely day about to end. Arnav smiled ruefully, how long, how long he has to carry the burden.. He don't know.He wanted to get away, away from the past which still haunted him. He wanted to let go and move on. But How anyone can separate himself from his heartbeat and then live? Impossible right?? But he is doing that for last 6 years, is not He ??Just like a robot, he is living, he is alive, because He has to see " HER" once , just once before he could end this suffocating life of his.....

Arnav POV....

I was sitting on the sofa in my penthouse, yet the comfort was missing from my life. I remembered with how much great difficulty and pain I had agreed to give life another Chance. My happiness and My family's happiness.... and of course I choose the later. I wanted to alleviate all the pain of their life, which they gone through because of me. At least my fake smile, my false try to be normal make them happy, So, I am happy too.. I did not able to do anything for her, At least I did something for my family....But now I am breaking.... shattering and no one was there to support me or precisely 'she" is not there. I picked up the glass of wine kept on the table and was about to gulp it down when I saw someone approaching me.

"Khushi", was all that I could utter. My lips took the shape of a curve, curve of happiness as a smile had played on my lips. I stood up as I extended my hands for her. Alas! The smile did not last long as I realized that it was just the creative work of my brain, just my imagination. I dropped myself on the sofa as a drop of wine spilled on the floor. I lifted my hand again as the wine in the glass was ready to make me loose my senses. But the glass was unfortunate enough as it missed the opportunity to touch my lips, the reason being "her" hatred towards alcohol . I threw the wine glass forcefully as it hit the floor and broke into a thousand pieces. The wine had embraced the floor, lying there unattended, a reflection of my heart as a lot of emotions had surged in me.

No longer able to contain all this I just headed straight to my bed room. The sweet scent of earth made me head towards the window as I felt relieved seeing the dark clouds. My eyes were glistening with the unshed tears as the clouds had cried looking at me. I stretched my arm out of the window and allowed the tiny droplets to rest on my palm. I recoiled my hand as I felt happy in preventing the droplet from dispersing into thin air. A tear rolled down my cheek as I kept MY palm under the chin. I saw both the tiny droplets intermingling with each other.

Perhaps everyone who knew me or met me briefly would most likely to consider me as a man who had everything. Who was at the right chapter of his life, but did people know what kinds of thought were going on in the head of mine ? They were not witness to every night where I had to deal with my past.

Every time, I, Arnav Singh Raizada, looked at myself at the mirror, I did not see my own reflection starring back at me,. But I saw a man I barely knew.

But alas, the past still did not leave me alone. I still could not get the feeling of guilt and pain away from my mind. The past still haunted me no matter how much I tried to avoid looking back.I devoted this mind and soul into the work for the past 5 years. I would wake up early, have breakfast with the others and then leave for the office. It had become a routine for me for the past years. It was like there was no other purpose of my life. Of course the one person I would devote myself towards, had left a long time ago. It had been too late.

How I wished I could rewind everything and prevent her from leaving. There was not one single day, not a single moment where my thoughts did not include the woman, who I loved and still loved till date and probably will die taking her name.

The woman, who talked non-stop....

The woman who loves to listen the romantic songs....

Love to drenched in first rain..

Love to adore the dewdrops on early morning grass.

The woman who got the nicknames such as,"Chasmis".

And The woman who LOVES ME...

" Love means not ever having to say, you are sorry" I remember her words, everytime after my "fake" sorry, how she genuinely embrace me with her breathtaking smile..and how easily she forgave me..

I looked at my mobile screen wallpaper, she is there with her million dollar smile, I could not help but smile too.. " hey sweetheart, how are you doing?? Khushi," resting the phone to my heart, I whispered her name, hoping she would see the light and run back to me. " Khushi, mery Jaan" as my tears poured down my cheek, I wailed for her, just wanting her back into my arms. I could not even breathe without her. How on earth am I mean to live my life now? A life where there was no light at the end of the tunnel, EVER. " Khushi" whispering her name, I slid down to the floor and slumped back into the wall behind me. " ARNAV", her voice echoed through my ears and I lay there on the floor, letting my tears flow, as every memory of hers flashed before me and I wished to go back in time and re-live it all.

For last 6 years, for last 72 months , for last 2190 days, for last 52560 hours , for last 3153600 minutes and for last 189216000 seconds, There was only one name on my lips and it was Miss Khushi Kumari Gupta...My Khushi...

"Yeh Zindegi kal Tere Naam Thi Khushi Ka Begum Thi

Aaj Na Tu Hai Na Tera Sath Hai

Tera Chhoda Hua Har Lamha Paas Hai

" Khushi." I wept, " Come back. Come back to me please." As clutched tight to my heart, wanting the ache to ease away, " ARNAV", Her voice echoed in my head. "Khushi," I whispered, " Where are you, mery Jaan"? " Hidden within your soul, Arnav." And there she was , laughing, giggling... My sunshine.. my reason to smile.. and the moment I felt her straddle my lap, I blew out a few heavy sighs in relief. Her soft silky hair fell into my face, and I smiled, drifting away at the touch of her soft velvety lips on mine..

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Author Note:

Hello everyone. Here is the first chapter...around 2159 words.

I am overwhelmed. The love and support I got from all of you is beyond my imaginations. I never thought my story will be welcomed by you, but you all are wonderful, wonderful people. Thank you so much friends.

As you may guess till now, Its a Romantic saga, but its has redemption track as well. Beside there are lodes of Mystery which will unfold in upcoming chapters. But keep faith on me. I am too an ARSHI fan, though I am a little more partial towards Khushi.. Keep reading , I think you will enjoy it.

Next update probably on weekends.

Regards

Mamree

02.07.2019