HWGA Chapter 31: Flight 431

Thank you guys for patiently waiting and thank you for all the support. I will try to update Scars of the Past tonight, if not then tomorrow morning. The purple bits are Hindi and the italics are thoughts. Enjoy :)

Chapter 31: Flight 431

Recap: Khushi losses her memory. Goes back to India. Goes out with Arnav. Arnav kisses her and she gains her memory. Tells the entire Riazada parivaar about her past. Runs off into the sunset with Logan, leaving behind a suicidal Arnav. Arnav tries to commit suicide, NK convinces him not to. Khushi announces her plans to get married to Logan.

Gupta Haveli

“So when are you getting married?” asked Shashi when they had finished welcoming him.

“Next month.” Said Khushi.

“Next month?” asked a shocked Logan.

“Yeah.” Shrugged Khushi. “When you know it’s right, why wait?”

“Khushi betiya-” started Garima.

“Maa, we’re all really tired so why don’t we talk about this in the morning.” Interrupted Khushi.

Garima seemed hesitant for a while before she gave in. “Ok, I’ll tell the servants to prepare the guest room for Loganji.”

“Oh it’s no problem maa, he can stay with me.” Said Khushi.

To prevent Khushi’s parents from having a heart attack, Logan stepped in. “No Khushi, I’ll stay in the guest room. Thank you Mrs Gupta.”

“Ok Loganji, follow me please.”

“Actually I want to speak to Khushi before I go to bed. I presume she knows her way around the house so it shouldn’t be a problem for her to direct me to my room.”

“Alright.”

Karan, Amba, Buaji and Shashi all went to their rooms whilst Garima went off to inform the servants about Logan’s stay. Logan and Khushi were left alone in the courtyard. When he was sure that they were alone, Logan turned to Khushi.

“Khushi, you know I love you right?” he asked her in all seriousness.

Khushi looked him right in the eyes. “Of course I do and I love you too.”

“Good, then answer my question truthfully; are you marrying me because you love me or are you marrying me to get back at Arnav?”

Khushi looked mortified. “What kind of a question is that?!”

“A necessary one. I need to know Khushi, I don’t want to start our marriage knowing that you’re only with me to hurt him. I need to know that your love for me will eventually make you forget about him.”

“I can never forget about him. How can you ask me that after everything you know?”

“I know. And I also know that it’s been more than 20 years and you still harbour hate for him. This is incredibly unhealthy and completely unlike you.”

“Logan.” Khushi said desperately.

“Khushi, I can’t ask you to forget him or anything about him. All I can do is hope that you’ll eventually let go off the past. And you still haven’t answered me question. Khushi look into my eyes and tell me the only reason you’re marrying me is because you love me.”

Khushi paused for a moment before looking Logan in the eyes. She cupped his cheeks with both hands and brought their faces closer. “I’m marrying you because I love you.” And she sealed her words with a kiss.

AR offices, Delhi

3 weeks later

Amba Gupta strode into Arnav Singh Raizada’s office and handed him a piece of paper. He took it without looking, signed it and gave it back to her.

“That’s all the official paper work done. I’ll see you in Paris in 2 and a half weeks.” She said.

“I’m looking forward to it. The media’s created a frenzy over it, they’re calling it the hottest event of the decade.”

“Let’s not disappoint them then.”

She turned to leave when a cough made her stop and stay.

“Amba, I was wondering if I could speak to you for a few minutes.” He asked.

“Is it about the designs? Or the paperwork? The contract?”

“No this isn’t work related. I was just…umm…I…um…um I-”

Amba sighed. “Is this about my mother?”

“Yes.” He admitted in embarrassment.

Amba crossed her arms and scowled. “This is highly unprofessional of you Mr Raizada.”

“I know, so I won’t keep you long.” There was a pause and then he finally spoke. “How is she?”

“She’s as happy as a bride-to-be can be.”

Arnav smiled. “I’m glad she’s happy. She deserves someone who will treat her like a Goddess.”

“Yes she does.”

“I hear the ceremony’s in a week in Australia.”

“It is. In fact uncle NK arranged it. So that’s why I’m going to need 2 weeks off, after my mother’s wedding, a week later a friend of mine is getting married.”

“Wow, well give my congratulations to your mother. Are you heading off to Australia now?”

“No, I’m going to England for my friend’s engagement party and after that I’m heading to Melbourne so I’ll see you in 2 and a half weeks.”

“Alright, goodbye Miss Gupta.”

“Goodbye Mr Raizada.”

As soon as Amba walked out of the door, Arnav breathed out a shaky sigh. He had been trying for 3 weeks to forget about Khushi and move on but it was getting increasingly harder.

At least I know she’s happy. God knows that Logan will treat her much better than I ever did.

He tried to focus on his work but Khushi’s face kept popping up everywhere. Everywhere he looked he saw her smile, her laugh, her eyes, everything about her. It was like a slap in the face combined with a punch in the gut and a kick in the groin. Eventually he asked his assistant to cancel all his meetings for the day. He locked his office door, closed the shutters and began to sob violently.

British Airways flight 431

Amba had just boarded the plane. She was getting comfortable in her seat when her phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Amba, it’s mum. Are you on the flight?”

“Yes and I have to turn my phone off soon so make it quick.”

“Ok, I just want you to have a safe flight.”

“Alright mum.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” With that Amba turned off her phone.

Melbourne, Australia

“Was that Amba?” asked Karan as he entered the room.

“Yes, I was just wishing her a safe flight.” Said Khushi.

“I thought she was coming here much later?”

“She is. She’s going to her friend’s engagement party first.”

“Where is it?”

“It’s in London.”

“What?!” shouted Karan.

“What do you mean what?” asked a confused Khushi.

“She can’t go to London.” Karan said in panic.

“Why not? What’s gotten into you?” asked Khushi with a frown

“Call her back now and tell her to stay away from our house. Call her Khushi!” demanded Karan.

“Karan, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

“Khushi I promise to tell you as soon as you call her.”

“I can’t call her, she’s on the flight and she’s probably switched her phone off by now. Karan what’s going on?”

“It’s Shyam. He’s been released from prison and there was a break in at our house. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry because Matt and I were handling it. I’ll call Matt and tell him to pick up Amba before she can get a taxi. You call Amba as soon as she lands. Hopefully, Shyam won’t get his hands on our daughter again.”