OS: The Video

He watched in horror as the videos his cousin had unknowingly recorded played on a loop before him, scarring him and burning into his conscience. His Khushi, the one whom he had accused, tortured, ripped loved ones from, was innocent. Di had asked him to save the video on his laptop and he had reluctantly agreed, promising himself to not watch the festivities of the wedding and bring back sweet memories that she had crushed with her betrayal. In the end however, his curiosity had overcome him and he pressed play, not knowing what he would stumble upon. There they were, the two love birds, he had thought with scorn when they appeared onscreen. His “jijaji” was once again proclaiming his love to Khushi, trapping her in his arms by the poolside. A sudden urge to throw his laptop had engulfed Arnav then as he ragged in thought of how she could bring him to their haven. Did she not respect the area where he had almost kissed her, actually kissed her, where he had confided in her? Anger was coursing through his body vigorously and he picked up his laptop, ready to fling it across the room, ready to destroy the memories when the sound of a slap emitting from his speakers stopped him. Confused now, he had put down his laptop and continued watching the video.


“How dare you?” she yelled at him. “Aapki himat kesay hui hamare paas aaneki? Aap samajte kya  hai apne aap ko? Hum to ye sumajthethe ke aap ek ache insaan hai jo hamari zindagi bachay aur jo hamere parivaar ko iti madaat kere. Paar aap to? Aap to sirf ek girehowe aadmi ho jo Anjaliji jesi achi patni ko dokha dere ho!” He had watched his brother-in-law’s face change, becoming red and purple with anger and a disgusting frown forming on his features.


"Lekin sirf aapke liye!" He had protested, trying to show her his love.
"Baas! Aab aur nahi! Hum abhi jaa kar Arnavji ko sab boltehai!"


Now, Shyam had smirked, saying "He won't believe you! Want to know why? He thinks you are a home wrecker Khushiji! He doesn't love you!" Tears formed in Khushi's eyes as Shyam told her the reason for her hasty marriage.


"Nahi, Arnavji asa nahi karsakte. Aur vesay bhi, hum aapki baat kui maane? Aap ko sirf joot bolna athahay." And with that finalty, his wife had pushed Shyam away and left. He wanted to scream with anger. How could he have thought that his Khushi, practically an angel, was ever associated with that vile man? Once again, this girl's innocence and purity had proved the almighty Arnav Singh Raizada wrong. Tears were forming in his eyes now as he hung his head in shame shocked at his own actions. He thought of how her pure mind, ready to always believe the good in others had disbelieved Shyam when he told her of his reason for marrying her. She TRUSTED you, his mind yelled at him. She trusted you even after you blackmailed her. She trusted you after you made her an orphan again. She trusted you even after you crushed her dreams of a happily ever after with her knight in shining armor. His throat suddenly became dry and he felt a pang in his heart that brought on an onslaught of memories. He remembered her smile, her laugh, her ability to even make Arnav Singh Raizada smile and melt like butter. In his anger, he had even taken this from his wife, leaving her just a hollow shell, devoid of emotions. He sank on his knees then, face smudged with tears, vowing to repent to his wife, not caring if it took a lifetime for her to forgive him and to destroy Shyam Manohar Jha for messing with his sister and the love of his life, his Khushi.

OS: Contemplations

My first OS that I previously posted on India Forums:


A sob escaped her lips as she bent her head in shame in front of her DM, contemplating the disastrous turn of events the past few hours had taken. "I don't understand," she said. "How can the people who I've loved and cared for for all these years just leave me alone here? Bas ek minute mein paraya kar diya?" Now the tears were flowing fast down her dejected face. First, she had been forced to marry the love of her life. Except he was not the same Arnav that had yelled at her for worrying him, that had gifted her bangles to see a smile on her face, that had become a waiter for her. Khushi Kumari Gupta had not married Arnav, but rather his alternate ego, ASR. She had seen this sudden transformation in the cold, steely look in his eyes and his glares of pure anger and disgust when he looked at her. Then, after being blackmailed to marry ASR, for which reasons she did not know, she was shamed in front of both the Raizada's and the Gupta's while her husband, the cause of the commotion had fled the scene. Their accusations were haunting Khushi, reminding her exactly what they thought of her now. A cheap, classless, and silly girl who had broken the trust of both families.


Khushi wanted to scream in frustration. Why her? Why couldn't they have accused, manhandled, and broken their relations with Arnavji as well? Moving to the other side of the room, Khushi rested her head against the glass door, leading out to the pool area and looked up at the stars. As the stars she considered her deceased parents shone down on her, she felt an immediate sense of loss. Without meaning to, she let out a short empty chuckle at the irony of the situation. The people who she once thought were her world were so close to her while her parents, the only ones who really cared for her, were so far from her in a place where they could do nothing for their daughter. Ap ka ashirwaad dena maa aur babuji, ab humare pas ap log ke siva aur koi nahi hai.With that said, she turned around, wiped her tears and prepared herself to deal with the storm that came with being Khushi Singh Raizada.