Disclaimer: I don't own IPKKND or it's characters. I don't own Lana Del Rey's music. But I do own the storyline for this concept.
It was a cool night in Delhi
and a quiet night in the Raizada Mansion.
Arnav Singh Raizada glanced at the clock on his wall before stepping out into
the poolside. It had been one heck of a week and he decided to reflect upon
what exactly happened. He smiled. He had finally won over Khushi in all sense
of her, mind, body and soul. It had of course been difficult; life is seldom
easy for him and Khushi. But this week she had given him everything and finally
he felt more content then he had in a long time. However being Khushi Kumar
Gupta Singh Raizada she had had her conditions. She insisted, now that the
truth about Shyam had come out, that the truth about their marriage be revealed
to everyone too and of course he had complied.
“Nani! Akash, Payal,
Mamiji! NK, Di! I need to tell you all something very important. Please come to
the living room immediately.”
“Hello hi bye bye,
Arnav betwa why is you shouting so early in the mornings?”
“Hold on Mami, I’ll
tell you all what’s going on as soon as the Gupta’s get here.”
“Why have you invited
Pati Sari’s family?”
“Because they have a
right to know what I’m going to say too. It’s going to affect both families.”
By this time all the
Raizada’s had assembled in the living room with concerned faces. Before they
could start up another interrogation, Arnav gave them a look that shut them up.
Not before long the Gupta’s arrived asking similar questions. He sighed heavily
before beginning and all throughout the explanation Khushi had been by his side
holding his hand. After he had finished, all he received was shocked faces and
silence and that only lasted a minute before everyone erupted in outrage.
“Hai re Nandkishore!
Khushi you’re coming home with us right now.” Demanded Buaji.
“No she’s not. Her
contract still isn’t over yet. And if she want to go after that I’ll let her
but right now she is still my wife and a Raizada bahu, so she will remain here
for the time being.”
“Chote, don’t you
think that should be Khushi’s decision after all you’ve put her through?”
Anjili insisted.
Before he could speak
again Khushi intervened. “It’s ok Anjiliji I agreed to stay the full length of
the contact so I’ll stay until it’s over. And maybe even after that if you’ll
still accept me.” Arnav beamed at what Khushi had said. There was still hope
for them.
“Of course we’ll still
accept you Khushi betia.”
“No! Absolutely not!
After this fake marriage ends, you’ll come straight home and then we’ll go back
to Lucknow and away from this man!” Spat Garima. Arnav
felt dejected that Auntyji had not called him Damadji but soon recoved, she had
the right to feel angry at him. If he was in her position, he’d do a lot worse.
“No one can make that
decision for Khushi. It’s her choice.”
Arnav shook his head to clear the memory. The Gupta’s had
refused to leave without Khushi but after a private conversation, Khushi had
managed to convince them to go home. Akash had refuse to talk to him after that
unless it was business related and NK still refuses to look at him, let alone
be in the same room. Even Mamiji looked at him in disgust. The only people who
were talking to him was Nani and Di and even they have a hard time looking at
him the same way. He sighed heavily. Everything will be fine, he thought, it
had to be.
He let him mind wonder to Khushi’s slightly odd behaviour
for the past two week. He hadn’t noticed it at first because he was mostly in
AR when she went out but soon he had began to pick up on it.
“Where are you going
Khushi?”
“I’m meeting a friend
of mine.”
“I’ll drop you off.”
“No no no no no. It’s
ok, Arnavji, I don’t want to disturb your work and I can take the car if it
makes you feel better.”
He could see just how anxious she was to get
out of the house with out him. “Ok but if you need anything call me.”
She breathed a sigh of
relief before smiling at him and exiting their room. Arnav had continued to
work until he heard the front door close. He then grabbed his keys and followed
his wife to see why she didn’t want him to accompany her. He had managed to
follow her undetected to a roadside dabba and what he saw made his blood boil.
There was his Khushi hugging a strange man! Not just any man, a handsome man
that could easily make her smile. He forced himself to stay calm. The last time
he had judged Khushi it had been disastrous.
He chose to drive away
not being able to bear the sight of them two being so happy. He would let
Khushi tell him herself about the little rendezvous’ she’s been having with
this man. No matter how hard he tried not to think about them two he just
couldn’t and soon began to panic. What if Khushi was in love with this man and
because of the contact she couldn’t be with him? What if she had loved this man
all this time and him and Shyam were only thorns on their love? Just because
she said she didn’t have an affair with Shyam it doesn’t mean she wasn’t in a
relationship. And then came the thought that destroyed the great ASR; he had said he loved her but she hadn’t
said it back.
Waiting for Khushi to
come back home was agonising. By the time Khushi had finally got home, he
restrained himself from grabbing her and demanding some answers.
“Arnavji, I need to
talk to you.” She said nervously. Arnav had prepared himself for all kind of
worst case scenarios but now that the time had come, he didn’t know what he was
going to do. He motioned for her to continue.
“I know you’re
probably wondering why I didn’t want you to come along with me to meet my
friend.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Well you see, my childhood friend has some
back to India to put his wife’s ashes in the Ganges and since I haven’t seen
him in a while and he was in India, I thought I’d go meet up with him.” Arnav
let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I didn’t want you to come
because he is still very emotional about his wife’s death and he just needed to
talk to someone he knew, if you came it would’ve been really awkward for him.
I’m sorry Ar-” But before she could finish he had engulfed her in a hug.
“Is that all?” He
asked after a while.
“Umm yes. Why?”
“No reason.” He said
grinning.
Arnav smiled at the memory. He still couldn’t believe how he
had over reacted seeing Khushi with another man. Arnav was interrupted in his
thoughts when he heard the poolside doors side open. He turned to see his young
wife holding out a glass of milk to him. He quickly drank the milk and pulled
her into their room.
“Khushi I know what I said about the contract but I really
do love you. And I know that there’s only 2 hours left before you won’t be my
wife anymore but you need to know that I love you and trust you completely. If
you do choose to leave after the contract is over, I promise I won’t chase you
and I’ll let you go. The divorce papers are on the table, sign them before you
go, if you choose to go. Do you understand Khushi?”
“Yes Arnavji.”
“Good. Will you let me make love to you for perhaps the last
time?” She nodded and he complied.
The next morning Arnav woke up slightly groggy but
thoroughly satisfied that he still had a wife. He was then given the shock of
his life when he’s wife wasn’t in the bed beside him. Dread filled his entire
being. He opened the wardrobe to find all her belongings gone. He checked the
bathroom and none of her toiletries were there. He glanced at the table where
the divorce paper were and felt physically sick. He stumbled over to it and saw
that there was an envelope and his mother’s bangles along with a signed divorce
paper. His world came crumbling down when he saw this and his shaky fingers
opened the letter.
Dear Arnavji,
By the time you read this I’ll be long gone. You might be
feeling a bit groggy and that because I mixed sleeping pills in your milk.
Please forgive me but I had to pack and leave quickly and quietly and I didn’t
want to disturb you. I have completed the full 6 months and now leave you in
peace. Please don’t ruin my sister’s marriage or pursue me. I’ve left for
several reasons not just because our contract has ended. I’m young Arnavji, too
young to be married. I’ve always wanted to continue my education but I couldn’t
because of our financial problem, but now I can. I want to see the world and do
all sorts of crazy things that young people do. I know what you’re thinking,
how is she going to do all that if she doesn’t have any money? Don’t worry
about that Arnavji, in fact don’t worry about me. Forget all about me and the
times we’ve had, it’ll be easier for everyone this way. There’s one last reason
I need to leave. I can’t bear to see Di everyday as I feel guilty about the
whole Shyam thing. This way she doesn’t have to be constantly reminded of the
woman her husband wanted. Before you start your search for me because I know
you’ll at least try to find me, ask yourself one question; who do I love more,
Khushi or Di? If the answer’s Di, then don’t try and find me, live your life
and forget about me. If the answer’s me, then don’t try to find me because this
is what I want. And if you truly love me you’ll respect my wish. I return your
mother’s bangles to you in hope they find their rightful owner. I wish you all
the happiness in the world and I hope you achieve all your goals in life. I
love you and have always loved you and only you.
Yours Khushi.
Of course Arnav had gone completely berserk after he saw the
papers, read the letter and found the bangles. It had taken all the Prakash
brothers, Akash and NK to restrain him. Arnav Singh Raizada never admits
defeat, so he calmed down and drove to the Gupta residence. She wasn’t there
but they did know of her whereabouts and no amount of pleading, begging and
threatening made them tell him where she was. He returned to RM and started
grilling Payal for information but she wasn’t budging and when he started to
get a bit violet, Akash had roughly removed him from his room. Since no one was
telling him anything, he hired the best private detectives in the country to
look for her.
I will find you Khushi Kumar Gupta Singh Raizada, he vowed.
And sure enough the detective found her whereabouts in Mumbai, she was staying
with someone called Karan Singh Malik. Further investigation on the man
suggested that he was her childhood friend and that he had come to India
to put his wife’s ashes in the Ganges. Satisfied with
the fact that she was safe and with someone that she knew, he stopped
monitoring her.
“Well Khushi, you got your wish, I won’t pursue you anymore.
But I’m confident that one way or another you’ll come back to me. Until then I
will love you till the end of time.”
