IAL Chapter 7: Handling Things

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Chapter 7: Handling Things

As Arnav drove of in to the night he thought of every moment he had with Khushi. From the moment he saw her on his catwalk to the moment he had caught her on the roof with Shyam, she had held him captive. He always felt drawn to her in a way he never quite understood. It was as if his life had only begun when she entered it. Like she was the oxygen in his much deprived body.

It started pouring down with rain as Arnav skidded through the streets in dangerous speed. He didn’t care anymore.

Why does this always happen to me? What have I done to deserve this?

He just wanted to keep on driving. Just leave his life behind and start a new one because he knew chaos waited for him back home. He knew he would somehow have to convince his family, especially his sister, that Shyam was a scumbag. He knew he would have to deal with Khushi for trying to seduce a married man. He knew he would have to keep Shyam and Khushi apart so they don’t get to be with each other and Arnav was too tired to do that. Finally the burden of always making everything right, of always supporting someone, of always being in control was taking its toll on him.

He screeched to a halt on a side of a deserted road and got out. The rain kept pelting down and in no time his suit was stuck to his well built form. He slammed the door shut and slid down on to the ground. He was so tried. Ever since his mother committed suicide because of his father’s affairs and his father committed suicide because of his guilt, Arnav hadn’t had a moments rest. Everything was stripped away from them because of his greedy uncle and even their own Dadi abandoned them. He grew up way too fast. Always providing for or supporting other people, never himself.

Maybe that’s why I’m so bitter. I spent so much time making sure everybody else was happy that I forgot my own happiness.

And for the first time since his parents’ death, Arnav Singh Raizada cried. He cried for the loss of his parents. He cried for the loss of his childhood. He cried because he let his sister marry an unfaithful man. He cried because the woman he was in love with was having an affair with his brother-in-law. And most of all, he cried because he didn’t know how to handle any of this.