Rabba Ishq Naa Hove - Season 3 - Part 15

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Chapter 15


Khushi’s POV


Arnav’s mother literally pulls me into a tight hug and kisses my forehead.

“You are so beautiful. When did Arnav marry? And why no one told me?”

Before I could frame a response, she glares at Shyam.

“Or you knew it and didn’t tell me because you are still not willing to let me out of this facility of yours?” she snaps.

Shyam reaches us and smiles.

“Anjali had told me but, you know such a long travel is not good for you right now.”

“It was such an important event in my son’s life and you didn’t tell me? How am I supposed to forget that ever? I wanted to see Arnav fulfilling all the rituals with my bahu and you…”

Her heart beats faster and she starts shivering. Shyam quickly holds her before she loses her balance and then helps her get to the bed.


“Stress is not good for you,” he mutters passing some water and then using his statoscope, he checks her again. “It’s time for your medicine. I’ll send the nurse and after that you are going to sleep.”

“I don’t want to sleep. My bahu is here, I have so much to talk to her.”

“She is going nowhere. She can come see you again.”


I don’t know if I would come back here. Meeting her once and just sorting out the misunderstanding between us was my motive but now that Arnav’s mother doesn't even remember me, there is no point digging old graves. I am still processing these thoughts when Arnav’s mother reaches me and cups my face again.


“Will you come tomorrow again? I haven’t even seen you well enough and this Shyam is not letting me do that. Tell me, you’ll come again tomorrow.”


I am confused what to reply.

“Umm.. I will try my best..” I say.

Her mood sours and she looks down.

“I know.. I can understand..” she wipes her tears. “No one will want to see her mother-in-law who stays in such a place and is mentally ill.”

“No,” I snap. “That’s not why I denied coming to see you tomorrow, Actually, I have a training going on and they won’t let me off again like today. But I’ll see you this weekend. How about that?”


I mean it. I don’t want her to think I am avoiding her because of her health.

“Weekend then?” she smiles.

“Yes. On weekend.”

“Ohh..” She gives me another hug.

Shyam returns to us with the nurse who has her medicine.

“Medicine time..” the nurse mentions passing her the liquid to drink and she immediately makes a face.

“I hate that one..”

“If you have to become alright soon, you should not deny it.”

“Soon soon soon.. That’s what you have been saying from past 6 years…” she scowls.


I quickly take the medicine from the nurse and pass it to her.

“Take it for some more time. Please.”

Now that I am offering it, she happily takes it and drinks before us making a sour face. The nurse passes her some water after it and she drinks that too.

“Now that my son is married.. I would want to live and see him happy. Does he love you?”


My heart skips a beat. Love? Arnav used to say he loves me once but now the way he is punishing me, I don’t even know if he does that anymore.

“Khushi?” his mother palms my cheek with worry. “He doesn't love you?”

“He does..” I clear my throat to suppress the tears choking it. “It’s just that ..”

“I understand..” she sighs. “He is somewhere still stuck to his past, isn’t it?”


Past!! That’s the exact thing I want to know about. Why is Arnav treating me like I destroyed his everything? His very existence?


“But he will forget her… his past… he will forget it all, if you love him back, Khushi.” She grips my hand tight.

I am blank. She doesn't remember yet that I am his past.. I am the one whom him and his family thinks has wronged them with my father.

“Promise me, you will try.”


I can’t promise that. Fortunately, Shyam grips Arnav’s mother’s shoulders and pulls her back.

“Guests meeting time is over. Now you should really rest.”

“But..”

“She is coming on weekend she said. You can talk to her then.”


Arnav’s mother keeps gripping my hand with hope which I see in her eyes to not break the promise I made, to come over the weekend and meet her.

“I’ll be there, don’t you worry,” I say, smiling for her.

She looks a bit assured and then lets Shyam put her on bed.


She looks quite fond of Shyam like she would be for her own son. That’s something new.


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Shyam urges me to have a cup of coffee with him before I leave and I agree. He tells me about Arnav’s mother’s condition and its rare. She behaves normal most of the times but even a slightest clue that her son is in danger, she goes hyper and oversensitive. Controlling her during those times becomes impossible. She still thinks the woman whom he loved and her father and going to hurt him. I still don’t know why she thinks that? Can a trauma be that worse? I think Shyam too doesn't know that woman from the past whom Arnav’s mother is worried will harm his son is me.

“And Anjali?” I change the topic. “What about her?”

“She hates that woman too.?”

“No. I don’t think so. But she hates her father for sure..”

“Why?”

Shyam goes silent.

“I think we should talk the good things. Why spoil our mood because of the past?”

“Because I need to know what is happening. Why they hate me so much?”


Shyam stares at me in confusion.

“They hate you?”

I don’t reply but don’t look away either and his eyes widen in shock.

“Gosh! You are Khushi Gupta? Shashi Gupta’s daughter whom Arnav loves?”


I stay silent and he literally puts his palm over his mouth to contain the shock.

“And I let you meet Arnav’s mother? How could I do that?”

Yeah. Now he is definitely scared and wouldn’t let me see Arnav’s mom again, though I don’t want that to happen.

“Wait a minute, but she didn’t recognize you? That’s… strange. But maybe all these medications has erased that face from her head.”

“That’s not the point, Shyam. The point is why she hates me so much? I wasn’t even responsible for her accident or her trauma. I just told her if she doesn't speak to her son and ask him to stop stalking me, then she would see him in jail. That’s all. And I left.. I didn’t even know she met with an accident after that until recently.”


Shyam sighs in disbelief.

“I can’t tell you anything, Khushi because basically, this is not my right to tell you. Anjali and Arnav are the only ones who can count your father’s sins..”

“My fathers sins? What sins?” I growl.

I am getting pissed off now.

“And if my father did anything, why is Arnav dragging me in the revenge? Why did he marry me?”

“Why don’t you ask him that? I think that’s why Anjali thought of meeting him once before flying to Malaysia. She got to know he married and she just flew there.. She didn’t even tell me anything in detail.”


“You and Anjali work together here?”

“Yes,” he nods. “And she is also my wife.”


My eyes dart in shock. Wife? Anjali married doctor Shyam? Well, I am happy if they are happy. Who am I to object? Now I understand why he takes care of Arnav’s mother so much and also why she likes him too and treats him like her son. But this literally makes me wonder on other stuff now. I sip the coffee, little nervous to share this with Doctor Shyam but that’s what I have to do.

“I have a request to make,” I finally speak up.

“Request?” he smiles.

“Yes. Can you not tell Arnav that I am here?”


Shyam stares at me blankly.

“You mean he will resist you meeting his mother?”

“You are not understanding, Shyam. I don’t even want Arnav to know I am in New York.”


Now his mouth hangs open.

“What?” he snaps. “You mean, he doesn't know you are here? You didn’t tell him before flying? Why?”

“I want to remain in seclusion for some time.”

Of course, I cannot tell Shyam more than that.

“Seclusion?” he groans. “He is your husband. He will be hell worried for you. What if he complains to the police? They can trace your passport details and realize you are here in New York. He is Arnav Singh Raizada! If he wants to find you, he will find you, Khushi.”

“Then I hope he doesn't want to find me. I don’t think he would.”


I finish the coffee and get up.

“Please don’t tell Anjali or Arnav that I am here. And.. thanks for the coffee.”


I leave the canteen but Shyam is right. Arnav can try to trace me which I don’t want him to do. I’ll email him that I am fine wherever I am and not to look for me as I didn’t want him in my life ever again. Yup. That’s the best solution for now.


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Arnav’s POV


Almost three weeks since Khushi stopped staying with me in AR mansion and her thoughts have scarred my heart every single moment I spend there. After she heard me telling Di the morning after our consummation that I have no feelings for her, Khushi decided to stay with her father but I knew he wouldn’t keep her there considering the threats he has from me. Though I never thought Khushi would give up so soon and leave the Gupta mansion that very morning, for nowhere to go. Fortunately, Lavanya messaged me that evening once I managed to settle di back at the airport where she had a flight to board for Malaysia where she had a medical camp, and Lavanya informed me about Khushi staying with her and how her leg was hurt.


I couldn’t even fathom what Khushi might have gone through, first hearing me tell my sister that I had no feelings for my wife despite spending such an intimate night with her, and secondly her leg pain. So, I was almost driving to Lavanya’s home to get her back but Lavanya denied me stating Khushi didn’t want me to know where she was and Lavanya had also promised her so. The only reason why she still told me about Khushi’s whereabouts was because I don’t go looking madly for my wife which obviously I would have knowing she was not traceable.

I agreed to Lavanya that day and stayed back at AR Mansion making sure I knew Khushi was at Kshyaps residence safe and sound while I plan to do something to get her back to me. I had literally lost the battle the same night when I gave my body to her and claimed hers as mine. I knew hating her from that moment would be difficult nor I would want to but loving her again, giving into my desires for her at that moment wouldn’t mean a thing to her. Khushi accused me of using her body that night as a payback to my revenge which was clearly never my intention. Until I did something strong to make her believe I wanted her that night, forgetting all my revenge, hatred and the bitter past that we shared, she wouldn’t come back to me.


So with each day passing, I only kept thinking how would I win her back? Will she agree to return to me? Of course, if she does, I am no longer going to throw my hateful words at her. I am done with it. I don’t think I ever wanted to show so much hatred to her directly but it happened. That’s how I am.. When someone tortures me, I hate their entire family. But when someone hurts my family, I torture that person’s entire being…


And today, after almost more than three weeks when I finally cannot wait to see my wife, and come to Kshyap’s residence uniformed, my best friend Lavanya informs me that Khushi is not here. That’s a shock to me.


“What do you mean she is not here? Till last night you kept telling me she is here.. With you.. Lavanya?”

“I lied.” She swallows painfully. “Because that’s what I could do to make sure you she is safe.”

“Safe?” I groan. “She is safe with me, dammit. She is my wife”

“Did you ever treat her like one? I don’t think so, Arnav. All this while all you did was revenge her. I couldn’t let her come back to you not after you ruining the very thing she had kept untouched from every man so far.”


Damn hell! So Khushi told Lavanya about our consummation and obviously she might have added that it didn’t mean a thing to me. That’s what she felt.. That’s what she heard from me.. I rake my fingers in my hair, thinking hard where the hell my wife can be if not here? did she go back to Gupta mansion?


“Where is she now?”

“I can’t tell you..” she looks away.

I grab her elbow and turn Lavanya angrily to face me.

“I am asking you about my wife, Lavanya. I need to know where she is because she doesn't have any support outside. If her father doesn't protect her, someone else has to.. I want to make sure she is fine.. I want to bring her back.. I want her.. You hear me? I want her because I am done hating her…”

“Done hating her?” Lavanya scoffs. “What do you think a woman is? Whenever a man wants he can hate her and then if he changes his mind, she should wag her tail and come back to him for love? Really ASR? Is that what you think we women are?”


I feel hurt but she is right to ask me that.


“Look Lavanya, I can’t express anything right now. Just tell me where she is and..”

“She is not in India… And she is safe for your information. For the first time in her life she is doing something on her own, putting her efforts and I don’t want you to disrupt that.”


I am baffled. Khushi is not in India? Where did Lavanya send her and what is she doing now? Modelling? That’s what she always planned to do. Before I can dig for more info, my phone pings. It’s an email from… khushiguptahatesyou@gmail.com


What the F*ck is that?? Khushi created that email id? Probably only for me..!! To send me this one email. Damn.. I move away from Lavanya and open that long email to read.


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