AJHS - 4

Part 4

The longer you have to wait for something, the more you will appreciate it when it finally arrives. The harder you have to fight for something, the more priceless it will become once you achieve it. And the more pain you have to endure on your journey, the sweeter the arrival at your destination. All good things are worth waiting for and worth fighting for! - Susan Gale.

Dhruv POV

Today is the first day of my classes and I feel ecstatic. Unfortunately, Nannav Chachu won't accompany me as he needs to go for his regular check-up. But he has promised to pick me after my classes. Sitting with Akaash Chachu I played games on my phone. But my ears are always on alert. Always. And Chachu thinks it is easy to fool a 10-year-old. 

I can easily understand his phone conversations. As expected he is also facing girl troubles. The Payal girl appears to be a little stubborn. Why else would Chachu plead with her to meet him once, only once? After the abrupt phone conversation, he turned sideways and gave me one of his 'i am innocent' looks. 

It was a friend.

Aaah. A friend.

I pretended to believe him and he sighed in relief. I chose to file the information for later. Seems like the boys in this family are not very good in the department of girls. My silly uncles need a lot of training and guidance. Well, why fear when D is here. I will extend my hand when required.

Soon we arrived at the school and waving a quick goodbye to Akaash Uncle I dashed inside the building. This will give him the time to hang out with that Payal girl. See. I can be helpful.

Knowing too well in which classroom I am supposed to report I made my way to the second floor where all the language rooms were located. A few students began to trickle into the classroom. I introduced myself to a few. But had to stop in the middle as the teacher made her way inside the room.

Wanting to show my enthusiasm to her I looked up to greet her. But my mouth fell open in shock. The most enchanting beauty stood before me. Her desi avatar and jiggling anklets made me speechless. Bright eyes and a bewitching smile blurred my vision. I gulped.

Hello, bachon! Main hoon aapki Hindi teacher. Aur mera naam hai Ms. Khushi Gupta.

(Hello, kids! I am your Hindi teacher. And my name is Ms. Khushi Gupta).

The glorious sight captivated me. Her voice felt heavenly to my ears. As soon as her eyes met mine I felt jittery. Breaking the eye contact I looked down and began to fiddle with my watch. 

Ok, sab apna apna naam batao humein.

(Ok, all of you tell me your names).

All of a sudden scarlet patches blazed all over my cheeks and ears. I wanted to disappear from the face of the earth. How will I talk? Where will I hide? I...I...I...oh no!!! And then the moment I dreaded for arrived. Her eyes imprisoned me again.

Aur aapka kya naam hai beta.

(And what is your name kid).

Huh?

Apna naam to bata dijiye? Lag to aap bade hi handsome rahein hain.

(Won't you tell me your name? You look so handsome).

A dark flush dusted over my cheeks hearing her praise me. Am I handsome? I never gave much of a thought to my looks. But handsome? Wow. I mean this is....amazing. I heard a snicker from behind me. Schooling my features I answered her softly.

Mera naam Dhruv hai. And thank you Khushi maam.

(My name is Dhruv).

How sweet. Chaliye ab woh last seat wale ladki aap apna naam bata...

(You in the last row introduce yourself please...)

Throughout the class, I kept staring at the mesmerizing sight with a smile plastered on my face. She is so beautiful. Like an angel. Touching my ear I felt a little awkward. Why am I feeling so warm around her? Ughhh.

Arnav POV

Sitting in the backseat, I twiddled with my cellphone on my way back from the hospital. My driver Mohan was taking me to Dhruvs school. But my mind was lost in the memories of the almond-sized hazel eyes. This morning when that woman banged into my side I should not have allowed her to escape from me.

She has that intoxicating jasmine scent. Her anklets jiggle make a familiar sound. She knows me. We are well acquainted with one another. Her reaction is proof. Why else would she run away from me? This cannot be a mere coincidence.

But how will I find her? Delhi is a big city and I don't even know her name.  Maybe I could get a sketch artist to draw her for me and then...

What the!? Sketch artist? Really? You have gone bonkers Raizada. I would look like a fool throwing around her sketch in every detective agency just to find out her name and address. The car screeched only to stop at Dhruvs language school. Shaking my head at my loverboy attitude I tried to focus on Dr. Goswami's tips to obtain good mental health.

Khushi POV

I gave my students their reading material and asked them to do an activity. While they were busy my mind flashed back to this morning incident. Arnav Singh Raizada has returned. To torture me more if possible. He even tried to follow me when I glanced back at him. But thankfully the rickshaw picked up speed and he was left alone in his bubbling anger.

I am trying to move ahead in life and as usual Mr. Raizada is hell-bent on making me suffer. Was he not the one who declared that there is nothing between us? Hell, he was accusing me of being a gold digger? Then why cannot he leave me to myself?

Shaking my head I checked the names of my students on the roll call sheet. Out of the 15 students, 7 were girls and the rest were boys. Reading the names I paused as my eyes landed on one name that stood out.

Dhruv Singh Raizada.

Singh Raizada?

Raizada??

Noways. This cannot be happening to me. It's a mistake. An error on the part of the management. He cannot be related to that family. Can he? Yesterday's moments flashed in my mind. That voice, that familiar suit, the kid calling that man Chachu. 

Oh no. No. No. No-no-no.

This cannot be happening to me.

I should confirm before making any assumptions. Cannot there be another person with the same last name? Yes. Of course. Wiping the sheen on my forehead I tried to reassure myself.

An hour and a half later I dismissed the class and plastered a smile on my face. The kids should not see me like this. 

Alright, kids. Aap sab ko ab hum parson milenge. Issi samay. Dhanyawaad.

(I will meet you all day after tomorrow. Same time. Thank you).

Dhruv POV

Khushi Mam is worried about something. The lines on her temple are proof. But what is bothering her? Should I ask her? No, she won't tell me her troubles as everyone thinks that I am just a kid. Even the frown on her face looks cute.

Uh oh.

I think I have a crush on Khushi Mam!

Time passed fairly quickly and soon the class was over. Instead of showing her worries my teacher chose to be brave and waved in our direction with a smile on her face.

Alright, kids. Aap sab ko ab hum parson milenge. Issi samay. Dhanyawaad.

I allowed the others to leave first taking a little longer to pack my stuff. Catching one last glimpse of her smiling face I trudged out of the classroom. Maybe slowly and gradually I could be friends with her? Yes. And then she would share the reason for her stress with me.

I was so lost in my daydreams that I did not realize when and how I came outside the building. My steps stopped only when I felt Nannav Chachu's hand on my shoulder.

D you okay?

Yeah..yeah. I am fine.

How was your first day?

Very good.

Oh okay. If you say so.

I tried to appear all ok in front of Chachu. The keyword being tried. Because as I was about to move ahead and sit in the car I heard Khushi Mam calling my name. I turned around quickly to see her standing a few feet away from holding my pencil case in her hands.

But she kept staring behind me with a bewildered look. Why is she surprised by Chachu's presence? The case dropped from her hands with a loud thud. And why is Chachu staring at her like a hawk? Have they met before or something? But when did they meet each other? My train of thought was interrupted by Chachu's question. There was an urgency in his tone.

You ran away from me this morning. Why? I was...

However, Khushi mam bend towards the ground only to pick up my pencil-box. She quickly handed it over to me. Her care and concern made me smile.

You left this in the class Dhruv.

Thank you, Mam. Chachu she is my Hindi teacher Ms. Khushi Gupta. And mam he is my uncle.

You are welcome, kid. Namaste. 

She smiled in my direction and turned to leave but again Chachu's desperate voice echoed around us. Oh no. Why is he making things so difficult for Khushi mam? I hope she does not hate me after this embarrassing fiasco.

Ms. Khushi Gupta tum mujhe dekhar aaj subah bhaag gayi thi. Why?

(Ms. Khushi Gupta, you disappeared from my sight this morning).

Dekhiye Mr. Raizada humein lgta hai aapko Dhruv ke sath ghar jaana chahiye.

(Look Mr. Raizada I believe you should go home with Dhruv).

Hum ek dusre se pehle bhi mil chuke haina? Tum kuch bol kyun nai rhi ho?

(This is not our first meeting, right? Why are you not talking?)

She huffed probably in annoyance. Oh my goodness. Chachu is clueless when it comes to girls. How can he be so straightforward? Damn it. She is my crush. I won't allow him to act like that with her. The first impression is the last and Nannav Chachu is making things awkward for me.

Uncle, Khushi Mam is right. We should leave.

Instead of listening to me, Chachu walked two steps in Khushi Mams direction who stood very still with her eyes touching her hairline. Why is he standing so close to her? Do they know one another before? But Chachu has amnesia then how can he...?

Arnav POV

She is Khushi Gupta.

She is Dhruvs teacher. 

And she is beautiful.

Her eyes and dress made me aware that she was the same woman who escaped me this morning.

She was avoiding my questions. But her eyes were speaking volumes. I could see several emotions swirling in those orbs. Surprise. Shock. Fear. Hatred. And something else...

Unable to stop myself I advanced towards her. To my utmost happiness, she did not run away. Rather she chose to stand rigidly with her jaw locked and eyes gleaming with anger. I could not help but whisper her name.

Khushi...

Involuntarily I lifted my hand towards her arm. But the gesture made her retreat. She glanced in Dhruvs direction and loosened her stance. As if she did not want him to see the flames blazing inside her.

Bye Dhruv. Goodbye Mr. Raizada.

I began to follow her but at the same time D held my hand in his own. I looked down to see him frowning at my behavior. Oh no. What am I doing? How could I? Why did my emotions become so erratic around Ms. Gupta? That was wrong. And intense. Very intense. Ughhh.

Nannav Chachu I think we should head home. You need to rest.

I nodded in agreement and sat behind the wheel. Mohan drove us to Shantivan. But I noticed something very significant on our way back home. My heart was thundering in my chest since my encounter with 

Ms. Gupta. 

Akaash POV

Please Payal listen to me. I know it was wrong of my brother to treat your sister like his slave. And I have apologized for his behavior umpteen number of times...

The woman pushed my hands that held her shoulders making me almost lose my balance. I stood straight and pushed my spectacles as she rushed out of the restaurant. I tried to follow her.

After ages, Payal had agreed to meet me. But being a fool I jumped ahead and proposed marriage to the woman making her react violently. I should have offered her my friendship first. But she was looking so pure and beautiful that I could not help but ask her to share an eternity with me.

Payal stop...

She twirled around with the fiercest expression making me recoil. Before I could apologize yet again for my brother wrong doings she erupted all over me like a volcano.

Even if I forgive your brother which I won't the fact that we don't belong to the same social class is not going to change or disappear. 

Oh no. How can I argue over this? It is not my fault that my brother has become a successful businessman. For crying out loud we were also middle class once. Why is this woman so hardheaded? Cannot she read my feelings? I stopped my musings watching her leave me yet again. Unable to help myself I screamed at the top of my voice attracting the attention of everyone nearby.

Let's be friends Payal. Please. 

She was about to flag an auto-rickshaw but hearing my shouts she lowered her hand stood still with her back facing me. Yes, this is my chance. I covered the little distance between us thanking the lords for this lovely opportunity.

Arnav POV

The evening came too soon. Everyone wanted my presence at the dinner table. But this time I chose isolation as my companion. With a cup of black coffee in my hand, I paced back and forth on my terrace. A few hours of drizzling had changed the weather. The cool breeze caused goosebumps all over my body. 

My mind was lost in the memories of the beautiful, angry teacher of D, Khushi Gupta. Her greetings were full of sarcasm. I could even hear a hint of sadness in her voice. But she had tried to cover it up with hostility. First, she ran away from me. Then the next time she chose to ignore my questions.

My intense thoughts were broken by the ringing of my phone. Only a number appeared. Who is calling me at this time of the day? Is it a business contact? What will I say if it is a client? Being out of work has affected my self-confidence. Gulping I tapped on the answer key.

Aap ki himmat kaisi hui humara peecha krni ki?!?

(How dare you try to stalk me?!?)

Impossible.

It is her. It's Khushi Gupta. When did we exchange numbers? Do we know each other from before? Does she know something about my amnesia?

Ab chup kyun hain aap? School mein to bahut tadi dekha rhe the?

(Now why are you silent? In school you were being so overconfident).

What the?

Humein na aapse baat krni hai na aapki shakal dekhni hai. 

(I don't wish to talk to you and I don't want to see your face).

Her words felt like hot knives in my throat. What made her think that I am a stalker? And why does she not want me to be around her? Khushi Gupta is confusing the hell out of my already messed up brains.

Listen Ms. Gupta tum Dhruv ki teacher ho isliye main bas wahan...

(You are Dhruv's teacher that is the reason I was in school...)

Dhruv ka bahana dekar humare aas paas madrana band kariye Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada. Aapke status aur class ko suit nai krta ye sab.

(Stop using Dhruv as an excuse to hide your creepy self Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada. It does not suit your status and class).

Those were her last words as she chose to end our conversation abruptly. She made me stumble backward mentally. Is she crazy? How can she make such assumptions about me? What will I gain by following her around like a puppy? This is ridiculous.

But it's refreshing too. It has been so long. I have not felt such eagerness inside me since I woke up after my accident. This is the first time that I am looking forward to something that is not related to my issues.

Khushi Gupta.

One second. 

Hold the phone.

This girl has my number. She knows my full name. And she hates my status and class. Why? What am I missing? Need to figure it out. Oh. OH. I get it. I get it now. Khushi had known me. We had to have had some sort of connection that did not end well. 

Goodness. This fog of confusion is creeping me out. Only one person can give me clear answers without hiding things from me. And that is this woman who hates my presence. If Khushi is the key to my past then I am sorry in advance dear. I will have no choice but to approach you again and again. 

Bade dino ke baad aaj Khushi ko dekhkar ek suqoon mila hai. 

(It has been a while since I felt so at peace).

The blows of life tend to sap energy and leave you spent and discouraged. Your hardship and tragedies make it tough. Until you find your anchor. And then it just becomes a battle of how firmly you grip it. 

Dil par dastak dene

kaun aa nikla hai,

Kis ki aahat sunta hoon

veerane mein.

                      - Gulzar.

I won't stop meeting her. Not before she answers me. See you in Dhruvs next class Ms. Gupta.

Anjali POV

Nani my husband is returning after 6 long months. So we should throw a party for our anniversary. And we can even invite Khushiji.

Khushi bitiya? Did you meet her Anjali?

Haan Nani. This morning in the temple. She seemed in a rush. And she is clueless about Chottes amnesia.

Oh. Yes. Anjali bitiya invite Khushi for your anniversary party. We will tell her about Chotte's condition at the party itself.

Smiling in approval I decided that as soon as my husband will return I will plan the party and invite Khushiji to Shantivan. Oh my Captain I miss you so so much. Come back home soon baby. I need you here. My brother is in hell right now. And only you can bring him out of his darkness.

As I was returning to my room I saw Chotte coming down from the terrace with spring in his steps. And after ages, I saw a small smile blooming on his face. Oh, thank you Devi Maiyya. Thank you so so much. Whoever is the reason behind my brother's smile will remain happy for the rest of forever.

Maybe there is a guardian angel for every one of us. We just need to find it.

Dhruv POV

Sitting on the kitchen counter with a carrot in my mouth I listened to HP Uncle. Nodding now and then I found the details about the trainer who used to visit Shantivan to teach Ms.Lavanya Kashyap about Indian traditions and culture. 

According to HP Uncle, she had become good friends with Chachu's fiance. Interesting. But then he mentioned something that blew my mind. 

Arnav baba hated Khushiji. The two used to argue a lot. So much that they resembled an old married couple.

Oh, Lord. This Khushi was not just a trainer. She was so much more to Nannav Chachu. The realization floored me. It took me back in time. When I  first met Samantha in school I found her very pleasing to the eye. So naturally, I found different ways to irritate her. Just to make her talk to me. Watching her eyes become bigger used to spark something inside me.

Damn it. Nannav Chachu was confused about his feelings. He did not control them. Or maybe his mind did not let his heart take over. This is more complicated than I thought it would be. Gulping the last of the carrot I jumped down the counter.

Biding adieu to HP Uncle I began to type a message already making preparations for my next step. I sent the text and patiently, well as patiently as I could being a 10-year-old, awaited a quick response.

We need to talk Pops. I have something vital about Nannav Chachu's past.

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Precap: Arnav continues to go after Khushi Gupta despite her warnings;

Dhruv is crushing hard on his teacher.

                

AJHS - 3

Part 3

Khushi POV

A new beginning. A new hope. A new day. After making a lot of errors I have finally landed the perfect job for myself. A professional teacher. Sharma Uncle was kind enough to offer me a job in his language school. And I am sure my hard work and efforts will pay off. My students will become fluent in the Hindi language.

This time nothing will go wrong. This is my second chance. You always make a lot of mistakes while climbing the ladder of success. My failures taught me a good number of lessons. This time I will not be the selfless girl who becomes everyone's doormat. Just this once I will give myself the utmost priority.

My vortex of thoughts disappeared when my rickshaw stopped at Sharma Uncles Language School. Plastering a smile on my face I thanked Devi Maiyya and paid the rickshaw driver. I trudged towards the building as nervousness enveloped me. 

I can do this...

I can do this...

I repeated the words like a prayer and entered the building. 

Asking for a little help from the doorman I advanced inside the building. Sharma Uncle had advised me to consult the receptionist who would call a representative assigned to train me. The woman at the front desk gestured me to sit as she was speaking on the phone. Thanking her with a smile I made myself comfortable.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed a man drinking water from a white water cooler placed a few feet away from my chair. My eyes glazed recalling the moment when I was stuck in the storeroom of Arnavjis office. He had offered me a glass of water that day. 

I don't even know why we were arguing with each other at that time. 

I chose my self-respect and resigned from AR Designs. But Arnavji was trying everything to stop me. Why? Was he not the one who gave me weird things to do just to see me give up and leave his workplace? And when I chose my life rather than facing the dangerous situations he put me in...Arnav Raizada's temper rose to a different level? The unanswered questions that revolved around Mr. Raizada irked me.

Blinking my eyes I came back to my reality. What is wrong with me? Why am I remembering him of all the people on such an important day? I sighed at my stupidity. 

Hello there? You must be Ms. Gupta...

I cocked my head to the side to see a tall, muscled man staring at me with a sweet smile on his face. I stood up and reciprocated the gesture. He held out his hand to greet me. I instantly took his hand in my own to give him a firm shake.

Hi. Yes, I am Khushi Gupta.

Good to meet you Khushi. I am Siddarth Shukla. Everyone calls me Sid. Mr. Sharma told me about you this morning. Come I will show you around.

I followed him as he led me to the corridor on the left. I nodded every once in a while as he explained more about the different sections in the institute. Using the lift nearby he took me to the different floors meant for staff rooms, classrooms, and the admin. department. We ended our tour with the cafeteria where he ordered 2 cups of tea for us. Having nothing more to do I sat along with him.

So are you related to Mr. Sharma?

No. We met a few days ago and he offered me a position in this school.

His eyes widened hearing my answer. Why is it so shocking? The man was looking for a Hindi language trainer and we met by chance. What is the big deal?

I am surprised Khushi. Mr. Sharma does not recommend anyone so easily. 

I shrugged feeling uncomfortable by the attention. Seems Mr. Sharma is a celebrity over here. Maybe he works in the management department? Yeah definitely. Why else would Sid feel so astonished by Sharma Uncle's recommendation? Unable to stop my musings I verbalized my thoughts to him.

Is it shocking that he offered me this job?

Yes, Khushi. It is. Mr. Sharma is the founder of this language school. 

Kya?!? Woh yahan ke f..founder hain?

He chuckled at my reaction. I probably resembled a cartoon character to him. Schooling my features I stared back expectingly. Shaking his head with a smile he responded. He seems cute. A kind fellow who is a gentleman to me even though I come from a middle-class background.

Sidharth Shukla made me realize that not everyone who is well settled in life is full of ego. Not every male has a dominating nature. His eyes held a softness. Thank you for making me so comfortable on my first day Sid. I thought.

Uhuh. Exactly my point. You are a magician, Ms. Gupta.

Listening to his praises I burst into giggles. They proved to be contagious as the rest of the people in the cafe stared at the two of us as if we were aliens. Some time passed and eventually Sid and I left the cafeteria.

Arnav POV

After a long hour, we were finally done with the admission process. Dhruv seemed bored and I too felt a little claustrophobic in the crowded room. We stood up from the counter after completing the payment process, when the lady called me back.

Mr. Raizada your nephew has to pass an entrance test. It is just a formality. Nothing difficult.

I nodded as she informed me about the exam room beside the cafeteria downstairs. Taking Dhruv with me I headed towards the lift. He seemed a little better after leaving that room. Just like me. As the door of the lift shut Dhruv Singh Raizada began to chirp. 

Nannav Chachu? Hindi is a beautiful language you see...

He started his tale and I kept nodding in between. According to my family, I am a quiet soul who prefers silence then why does this little guy's chattering soothe me so much? Was I ever close to someone similar? My thoughts halted along with the lift as Dhruv dragged me to the exam room.

Wait don't come inside. I am a big boy. You wait just like other guardians here. 

Fine D. Whatever makes you comfortable.

Waving in my direction he slipped inside the exam room leaving me standing outside the door, awkwardly. I glanced around the area. There were restrooms on one end and a big cafeteria on the other. The smell of food wafted around me making my stomach growl uncomfortably. Hmmm. It won't be a bad idea to snack on something in the meantime.

I strode towards the cafe while feeling the piece of cloth in my pocket. Coming here on a Saturday was a big mistake as the place seemed crowded. With a sigh, I chose to sit at the nearest empty table. I pulled out the jasmine-scented cloth from my coat. I caressed it with my thumb as it calmed my restless self.

I need to find the mystery behind this. No, I need to find the reason behind all those little objects that are enshrined in the cabinet of my room. Taking a deep breath I tried to dislodge the feeling of cluelessness that enveloped me. But everything came to a standstill when that familiar and potent jasmine scent reached my nostrils.

What would you order Sir?

Anything.

I replied in haste to look for that smell but he appeared to be too dumb to take the hint. He was blocking my line of sight. And seemed to be in a mood of his own

Sir, we have a variety of salads, desserts, and drinks...

Black coffee.

Anything to eat with...

I could no longer hear his sentence as a distinct sound reached my ears making me alert all of sudden. Jewelry? Why is that sound so familiar? There was a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. I quickly dismissed the waiter.

Finally, he disappeared and I looked in every direction too eager to hear that jiggling once again. The pain of anticipation made my heartache. I even strained my ears to hear the tinkling sound.

 But nothing seemed out of ordinary to me. The cafeteria continued to buzz just like before. Damn it. My mind is messing with me. Hating the feeling I chose to call up my doctor. His advice might help.

But not before slipping the shiny piece of stole into my coat pocket. I patted the pocket once more to reassure myself. The waiter placed my coffee on the table and left me to my musings. Sipping the hot black tart quickly I dialed my doctor's number.

Lavanya POV

It has been so long, so very long since I had smiled.

I changed myself for him. My appearance. My lifestyle. Even my opinion about marriage. Why? So that somehow I could include him in my forever. We met a few years back in Harvard. At that time he was the only good friend. But when he started AR and chose me to work beside him I began to look at him in a different light.

His professionalism and work ethics amazed me. And he did care for me. He expressed himself differently. However, when he asked me to be his girlfriend without any serious commitments I genuinely appreciated his honesty. Slowly and gradually in the process of trying a live-in and impressing his family somehow somewhere, I fell even more in love with him.

Then finally one night on the occasion of Diwali he proposed marriage. God answered my prayers and ASR bared his heart to me. There were so many things that I wanted clarity on. I wanted to sit with him and have a detailed discussion about our future. I wanted romantic declarations. I desired his time and efforts.

However, my wishes ended up being only wishes. Diwali turned into a nightmare for me. His accident and injuries made me restless. But his Amnesia felt like lava seeping into my fragile heart.

And here I am still sitting beside the pyre, surrounded by the ashes of my dead heart. I met ASR once after his discharge. His eyes held nothing but emptiness in them. A living dead. I was only a stranger to him. An unknown face. And that is what I will remain for him. A nobody. Somebody once told me...

Khud ki qeemat gir jaati hain,

Kisi ko qeemati banane ki chaah mein!

   - Gulzar.

(You lose your value, 

 Wishing to make someone else priceless)

If only I could unveil my heart to someone. No one can understand my pain. No one. No one but her. Yes. Of course. She will. Chamkeeli. My only true friend. 

But for that, I will have to leave London. My haven. I will have to visit Delhi once more. It is the most difficult task to do. But I need to move on. I need this closure. There is no other choice.

Khushi POV

That's all for today Khushi. From tomorrow onwards I will help you plan your lessons. Be here by 9 am.

Sure, Sid. Thank you so much. I will be here at sharp 9.

We parted ways after the last of his instructions and I headed for the door. Thanking Devi Maiyya for such a wonderful job and co-workers I rushed towards the exit. Jeeji will be glad to hear about my day. And Buaji will appreciate my efforts because...

Hello, can I speak to Dr. Goswami, please?

Like a ray of light breaking through dark grey clouds his voice floated towards me, making me halt all of a sudden. I gasped in surprise. He is here. The realization floored me. He is in this very building. Arnav Singh Raizada is behind me. What am I supposed to do? Should I turn around and face him? Should I avoid him? Am I ready to have yet another painful encounter with him? A flood of questions greeted my mind. 

No, I won't let him get to me anymore. I am done with his stupid games. And I am sure by now he must have been engaged to Lavanyaji. This is it. It's high time I face him. Slowly, painstaking I turned around in the direction of the voice.

I could see a man standing a few feet away, with his back facing me. I recognized the charcoal suit instantly. Taking a deep breath I began to move in his direction but then a kid stepped out of the room adjacent to me. Rushing towards the man he called out Chachu.

Arnavji does not have a nephew who addresses him as Chachu. What was I thinking? He cannot be here. Maybe I am imagining things. Maybe, just maybe he is someone else. Shaking my head I turned around and left the premises.

Unknown POV

My men pleaded for mercy. They begged for relief. Hell, the floor turned all bloody by the time I was done with my outburst. I sighed feeling the pleasure that embraced me. However, this is a temporary feeling. This peace won't last for long.

I will feel tranquility only after killing that Raizada. He survived the last accident. God granted him mercy. But this time he won't be so lucky. So what if he is alive? He is suffering from the aftermath of the accident. It is all over the media.

It won't be that difficult to stage another accident in front of the world. This time I won't leave this task to my men. No one can be trusted. This time I will execute everything by myself. Rubbing my hands in glee I smiled dangerously.

Arnav POV

The day passed fairly quickly. Dhruv seemed excited by the idea of learning the Hindi language from tomorrow onwards. While the rest of the Raizadas were elated watching my first outdoor activity. I had to face the Spanish Inquisition after my return. But thankfully they did not prolong their excitement as they were too afraid to overwhelm me.

Sitting on the deckchair by the poolside, surrounded by my plants I tried to make sense of my nightmares. According to my therapist, Dr. Goswami, my brain is trying to protect my body from the trauma of the accident. Also, my nightmares are bits and pieces of my strongest memories. My mind is projecting what my brain is trying to hide.

And my night terrors involve two sets of memories. One of them is the accident. And the other one is of her. The former terrifies me. The fog, the smoke make me fearful. While the latter soothes me. Her voice calms me. And it confuses me. To the point of frustration. 

I continued to stare at the pool water. If only there was a method to know more about my past. There is no logic in asking my family because they won't be truthful to me. They will try to hide things as for them I am extremely fragile right now.

Chaachuuuuu.....

My train of thoughts halted as the chatterbox in my life entered the poolside with a spring in his steps.

My goodness. He is such a goofball. Too charming for his good. A pat on my shoulder made me tilt my head in his direction. He was munching on a bar of chocolate as if it was his last meal.

Sit down and eat slowly kid.

Sirf main hi nai even girls are a fan of sweets Chachu. I know aap diabetic hain but I think you should take girls out on dates and impress them with sweets.

(Like me girls too have a sweet tooth).

Shaking my head at his silly talks I  returned my gaze to the water in the pool. For a minute nothing happened. But then in an instant, a hazy image began to float in the poolwater. Two people sitting on the floor. One of them is almost on the verge of fainting. The other trying to feed the almost sick person.

Why are they sitting like that? It seems to be a vulnerable moment. Everything is so blurry. 

And Chachu kuch girls ko mithaiyan bhi pasand hai you know like barfi, rasgulle, jalebi...

(And Chachu girls are also fond of Indian sweets like barfi, rasgulle, jalebi...)

The angelic voice made an appearance again. But this time it seemed all tender and worried. Panic rose like the blinding sun in her tone. It became apparent that she wanted to help the weak human next to her.

Par aapko to meetha mana hai na...

(But you are diabetic...)

The food particle that the person offered became clearer. The image changed colors becoming more graphic and vivid. An orange-colored jalebi. Round. Juicy. Being fed to someone. And then just like that, the picture vanished in the water as if it was never there. Only Dhruvs voice echoed next to me. Making me awake of the reality.

...so you see Nannav Chachu girls ko impress karna is easy. 

(It's easy to impress girls).

Jalebi...

Yes! They are full of honey-like syrup. Oh, I hear Anji Bua calling me...Goodnite Chachu.

Like a gust of wind he smoothly disappeared from my sight.

I massaged my temple using the pads of my fingers. It was an act to calm myself. What the hell?! I am a diabetic for crying out loud. So why does the word Jalebi triggers weird sensations within me? Why does it feel like someone punched a hole in my heart? What is the meaning of this sudden yearning? Was I ever in love? This supermassive black hole inside me....feels like unrequited love. Who did I fall for exactly?

My former girlfriend Lavanya?

Damn it.

My emotions have gone all haywire. I feel desperate and empty all the time. And now every word or object associated with my past keeps giving me headaches. Ughhh. My thoughts will drive me crazy for sure. It is better that I do some breathing exercises and call it a night. Yeah. That would be a good idea. Giving the pool one last glance I returned to my room. 

I showered and changed mechanically. In a matter of minutes, I found myself in bed following my nightly deep breathing routine.

Anjali POV

I am glad that my brother is slowly moving forward in his life. It is only a matter of time now. Two days ago Dhruv even convinced Chotte to pick and drop him from the language school. Chotte has agreed to do so but only for the first day of class.

However, I am sure that Dhruv Singh Raizada will coax my brother to make this a regular task. I trust my nephew to do so.

This morning I practically blackmailed Chotte to take me to the temple. He outrightly rejected the idea giving the excuse that he will be of no help as he cannot drive. But instead of feeling bad about his circumstances, I chose to wail at the fact that my brother does not consider me his family. It worked like a charm.

And now here we are on the stairs leading to the temple with me feeling delighted and him being all disinterested. But at least he agreed to come along with me.

Oh no. In my musings, I forgot about the thaal that was left behind in the car. Quickly realizing my mistake I asked my brother to get the thaal from the car. Rolling his eyes in my direction he turned around stepping down the stairs two at a time.

Shaking my head at his actions I advanced to the temple. But in my hastiness, I bumped into a woman almost losing my balance. But her palm closed around my arm firmly making me still again.

Sambhaal ke...

(Careful...)

The familiar voice reached my ears and my eyes recognized the face immediately. Khushi Kumari Gupta stood before me with a worried look on her face.

Khushiji aap...

(Khushiji it is you...)

Namaste Anjaliji! Aap theek hain?

(Are you alright?)

Ji hum theek hain. Waah aap yahan? Itne dino ke baad. Diwali ke baad to aap gayab hi hogai Khushiji. Humari yaad nai aai?

(Yes I am fine. Wow, you are here. It has been so long. You disappeared after Diwali night Khushiji. Don't you miss us?)

Nai Anjaliji bas aise hi...

(No it is nothing like that...)

Her expressions oozed anxiousness. Like she was not prepared for this coincidence. Her eyes glanced behind me as if she was panicked about an unexpected arrival. 

Are you alright?

She nodded with a smile that seemed fake. Why is she so nervous? Is she scared that my brother is around and he will again get into an argument with her? Oh my goodness she has no idea about Chotte's accident. She has not been around Shantivan since Diwali. How can I be so stupid? I should have let her know. Better late than never. I thought.

Uh, Khushiji Chotte is...

Uh, Anjaliji. I am in a rush today. I will call you sometime and maybe we could hang out? Ok? Bye.

Khushiji but...

She ran down the stairs like a fleeting firefly. Before I could comprehend what was happening Khushiji disappeared from my sight. I wish she had stayed for a while. Then it would have been easier to reveal everything that has happened in the last month. Maybe now is not the right time. Looking ahead at Devi Maiyyas idol I folded my hands in prayer trying to find the will to stay strong.

Arnav POV

Carefully gripping the thaal in my hands I turned around slowly only to feel someone bang into me. With a loud thud, the thaal fell to the ground. What the?! Before I could look up the bundle of energy brushed past me muttering a quick apology. At the same time, a strong floral smell of jasmine wafted around me. The very familiar scent of jasmine.

I quickly turned around to get a glimpse of the person. A woman dashed ahead and flagged the nearest rickshaw. I could only see her back. Plaited hair and a bright yellow salwar suit with a green dupatta placed over her head.

My eyebrows furrowed and my eyes narrowed at the familiar design. Too shiny. Just like that piece of the stole. This cannot be a coincidence. Sitting in the rickshaw she turned sideways to see me. A stole-covered face greeted me. Only her eyes remained open to me and I became the prisoner of a pair of hostile hazel orbs.

I rushed ahead towards the rickshaw but the eyes widened with shock and the woman cast her gaze away. The rickshaw picked up speed and I was left abandoned. A horrible, bottomless feeling rushed past me, through me as the girl drifted away from my sight.

AJHS - 2

Part 2

Arnav POV

Loud whispers reverberated around me. My head spun feeling the familiar dizziness. The same voice practically screamed in my ears.

Nai understand. Aap samjhayi humein...

(No I don't understand you. You explain it to me...)

I tried to get rid of the suffocation I felt. Though nothing seemed to work. I covered my ears using my palms. But the whispers turned into shouts.

Nai Amma unhe meetha mana hai...

(No Amma he is a diabetic...)

I sat up and tore my eyes wide open. My heart thundered ready to jump out of my ribcage. Clutching my throat I tried to breathe normally. The sun filtered in through the drapes making me aware of my surroundings. 

There was no darkness around me. No fog. No tentacles curving around my feet. I was in my bed. I tried deep breathing just like my doctor suggested. Fighting with these nightmares is not easy. It has been a month now. And my memories are stuck at a moot point. The accident.

A knock on my door stopped my musings. A spectacled head popped inside. I sighed knowingly. He was here to talk. It is pointless to avoid this discussion. I need to come to terms with the reality.

You can come inside Akaash.

He walked inside cautiously making me roll my eyes. My family loves to treat me like a fragile doll. I don't wish to be treated in this manner. But these people are hopeless.

Goodmorning Bhai! I just wanted to...

...to make sure that I am fine right?

He pushed back his spectacles on his nose and sat on one side of my bed.

Right. Bhai I know aapko ye sab acha nai lagta. But we are your family. Aur family aisi hi hoti hai. 

(Bro I know you don't like our hovering. However, that is a family's nature).

Nodding and speculating his words I chose to stare at the wall behind Akaash. Family. I wish I had a clue about these people who cared so much for me. But their hovering only makes me all the more restless. This man calls me his brother. Then why don't I feel the same for him? Why? My chain of thoughts paused at his question.

Bhai if you don't mind me asking this question...

What?

Why don't you join AR again? I mean if not as the CEO then just as a...

As a layperson who wants to make a fool out of himself. 

Bhai...

He needs to know that I am at a crossroads.  I need to make some major decisions before actually stepping into the shoes of a businessman. Only after analyzing Arnav, I can embrace the ASR. So I tried to verbalize the idea.

My brain is already muddled Akaash. Before jumping into any kind of professional work I wish to sort out my personal life.

Whatever you are comfortable with Bhai. But I will suggest something. Please try to spend some time with every one of us. 

Akaash...

Bhai maybe this will help you regain what you have lost. Or we could make some new memories.

New memories?

He nodded with a sincere smile. First my sister, then Dhruv, and now Akaash. Even if I don't know these guys still they are my family. They are trying. Instead of feeling weak and hopeless, I should take strength from them. There is no harm in spending a few hours with the Raizada clan. It's time to take the plunge. Now whether I will fly or fall....that depends on my destiny.

I will join you all for breakfast.

As I uttered the words Akaash's eyes twinkled with excitement. He stood up and attacked me. The sudden embrace surprised me. For a second I sat still unable to decide what to do. But when he tightened his grip I patted his shoulders lightly. My touch triggered a response from him.

Thanks, Bhai. You are the best. I promise you won't regret it.

Dhruv POV

Pacing back and forth I held the phone close to my ear and explained everything in detail to my Pops. He responded with a hmm and a yes frequently. Once I completed my tale I sat on the beanbag chair placed in the corner of the terrace.

So you see Pops Nannav Chachu needs to heal his mind and heart. And not just his body.

You are right kid. Nannav needs to heal. Aur ye dil ka chaawla hai. 

(This is a matter of the heart).

Yes, Pops you are right. According to HP Uncle's observation, Lavanya Auntie and Chachu were not very close. But...

I halted for a moment. Will it be helpful to mention her name? HP Uncle said she was only a trainer. A temporary staff. But he also mentioned how she became friends with everyone including Laxmi the goat.

But what Champ? Is there more?

Popsi HP Uncle mentioned a girl, a temporary employee meant to train Lavanya Auntie. 

An employee? Anything else about her? Perhaps HP dropped a name?

Oops sorry, Pops I forgot to ask for a name. But if it is important then I can dig more about her.

Nannav Chachu needs to open up. Or else he will become all gloomy and depressed. I cannot take that forlorn look on his face anymore. Could it be that the mysterious girl is the answer to Chachu's problems? I mused.

That's my boy. Alright, listen to me carefully Champ. For everyone else, you are only a 10-year-old kid visiting India for the summer. But in reality, you are on a mission. I know only you can bring back my brother to his old self. I trust you. Keep me posted. Over and out.

My chest puffed out like a peacock. There was a hint of pride in his voice. I knew we were having a man-to-man talk. I am good at reading what's between the lines. It runs in my blood. This is the first time that I doing an international assignment. I will prove to Pops that his trust lies in the right place.

I will Sir. Over and out.

Hmmm. I need to gather more evidence. Nannav Chachu's life is like a history book with missing pages. Pages that are hidden somewhere in this very house. Lifting my chin I stood up determined to further investigate the mystery girl. 

Anjali POV

I promise you Chotte you won't regret this decision of yours.

Yes, Bhai.

Finally, after a long time, we sat at the table to have a meal together... as a family. I smiled watching my brother who pretended to be all calm and cool. But I knew he was feeling very edgy. Surrounded by Nani, Mama, Mami, Akaash, Dhruv, and me.

Don't worry Anji Bua I and Nannav Chachu will go out together. I will keep him entertained. Meeth hai Chachu?

(Alright Chachu?)

Nannav rolled his eyes in response while I shook my head hearing Dhruvs cute Hindi. He seriously needs to join a language school to brush up on his Hindi skills. Suddenly an idea popped inside my head. What if Dhruv takes admission to a language school? What if I give this responsibility to Chotte? This will become the perfect reason to distract my brother. He needs to divert his attention and focus on other things. Wow. I feel like patting my shoulder. Time for some fishing Anjali Shekhawat. Clearing my throat I drew everyone's attention to me.

Dhruv why don't you enroll in some Hindi classes. I m sure your diction will improve. What do you think Chotte?

My question startled him. He looked up from his plate and cocked his head in my direction. Come on brother take the bait. Take it. Don't overthink much. I mused. He looked at Dhruv who bobbed his head in enthusiasm. Smiling at him he quickly agreed with my suggestion.

Hmmm. Aap theek keh rhi hain. I believe getting into a language school will be beneficial for you D.

(You are right).

Perfect. The fish is now slowly losing control over his instincts. The timing is right. I need to take action now. This time Chotte you will have no option but to agree.

Toh phir done. We will take care of the admission procedure. No worries.

(Yes it is a deal).

Akaash stated happily making the others smile in approval. Time to strike. I thought in triumph.

Chotte earlier Dhruv said he wants to hang out with you so why don't you take up this responsibility. Get him enrolled...please?

My brother's eyes widened in disbelief. He had not stepped out once in this one month. Since the night of the accident, he has either been in the hospital or here in the four walls of Shantivan.

No. No. I am not going anywhere.

Chotte you don't need to drive. Mohanji will take you and Dhruv to the language school. 

Yeah, Nannav Chachu it will be great. You can also treat me to ice cream. Please.

My brother and Dhruv had a weird staring contest for a long while. Dhruv used his puppy face and enchanted Arnav with his twinkling eyes. A moment later Chotte nodded and returned to his plate of breakfast.

I shared a conspiratory smile with my witty nephew. He had done the unthinkable. The ten-year-old boy blackmailed my brother so easily. His smile was full of promises, assuring me that in the next couple of days things will change for the better.

Khushi POV

I laughed out loud with Mr. Sharma who was here in Happyjis garage for the past one hour. His car was being repaired by Happyji while I entertained him with my tales. The man was an elderly fellow and was here for some business. Rather than returning after a few hours to collect his car the man chose to chat with the two of us.

Beta tumhara swabhaav bahut acha hai. Apni itni lambi zindagi mein itna saaf dil ka shaks maine pehli baar dekha h. 

(Beta you have a kind nature. I have not met such a simple and enthusiastic soul like you, in my entire life).

Shukria Uncleji. Aap bhi bahut ache insaan hain.

(Thanks Uncleji. You are also a great human being).

The man was in his fifties but still had a zest for life that resembled that of a young one with fresh blood ready to face any kind of challenge. His experience and ideas spoke volumes. His personality reminded me of my father. 

Beta tumhari Hindi kafi achi hai.

(Beta I noticed that you have a good command of the Hindi language).

Haan Uncleji. Shudh Hindi likhna pdhna aur bolna humein bahut ache se aata hai. Humari maatr bhaasha hai kaisi nai aayegi humein.

(Yes Uncleji. I can write, read and speak Hindi very well. After all, it is our mother tongue).

A strange smile crossed his features. As if he was waiting for this very moment. Looking towards the floor he shook his head as if his mind reached a sudden realization. A little worried  I tried to enquire about his behavior when out of the blue he broke the silence.

Beta main pichle kuch din se ek acha Hindi teacher dhundh rha hoon. Kya aap mere language school mein Hindi padhaengi?

(Beta I have been looking for a Hindi teacher for a while now. Will, you join my language school as a Hindi teacher?)

Kya?! Hum aur Hindi padhayen?

(What?! Me as a Hindi teacher?)

Haan koi dikkat hai beta?

(Yes will that be a problem?)

Sharma Uncles request baffled me. I never expected that in this life someone would offer me a job as a teacher? Yes, I loved tutoring the little kids in my neighborhood once in a while. But working in a language school amongst several students and fellow teachers felt like a dream come true. How am I supposed to answer this question?

Some forty-five minutes later Happyji repaired his car and the man took his leave. He sat behind the wheel and rolled down his window and the gesture made me rush towards him.

Think about my offer beta. My number is on the bottom of the card that you are holding. God bless you.

And just like that, his vehicle disappeared from my line of sight. Slowly the winds changed their course. The dark clouds cleared and made way for the sunny afternoon. I stared towards the sky as the sun brightened up my little world. Today is a day filled with surprises. I rubbed my thumb over the card in disbelief. Smiling to myself I returned to the garage with a spring in my steps.

Later at night, I discussed this job opportunity with  Buaji and Jeeji. The former wholeheartedly agreed, gave me her blessing, and retired to her room. While the latter chose to sit with me on the cot outside our house. 

Jeeji tum kuch bol kyun nai rhi ho is naukri ke baare mein?

(Jeeji why are you not reacting to this job offer?)

Khushi main to chahti hoon ki ye job tum jald se jald shuru krdo. 

(Khushi I wish from the bottom of my heart that you join this position asap).

Are waah. Phir to kal subah hi hum Uncleji ko phone krlenge.

(Sounds good. In that case, I will call Sharma Uncle first thing in the morning).

Hugging me to herself she patted my shoulder diligently. I could understand that she had something more to say but was taking her own time. I tried to be patient for her sake.

Khushi iss baar tum apni marzi se naukri krna. Kisi Arnav Singh Raizada ke dabaav mein aake nai.

(Khushi this time around do a job that you like. Don't allow any Arnav Singh Raizada to pressurize you for anything).

His name was enough to bring back the old memories. He manipulated me to work for him. Twice. I tried so hard both times, and the man never gave any value to my efforts. But this time I won't allow any ASR to create hurdles in my path towards success. He will just become a name for me. Promise Devi Maiyya.

Haan Jeeji iss baar sab theek hoga.

(Yes Jeeji this time around all will be well).

Arnav POV

I showered and wore my formal attire a little hesitantly. I must have done this a thousand times earlier. But post amnesiac Arnav was wearing a three-piece suit for the first time. And it felt awkward.

Three days ago because of my sister's request and Dhruv Singh Raizadas pleading looks I was blackmailed into leaving Shantivan. Although to others it seemed that I gave in to the blackmail but only I knew the reason for going out of my comfort zone.

I wanted to test the waters. I wanted to take up this challenge. I am not ready to join my own office yet. But at least spending some much-needed quality time outside my house was something that I could do for now.

I was taking my driver Mohan to the language school because I don't think I will be able to drive right now or even soon. The idea of sitting behind the wheel keeps giving me goosebumps. I feel like the smoke, the fog and the unbearable darkness will swallow me somehow. My therapist has strictly ordered me to use public transport even in an emergency.

Giving myself a final look in the mirror I turned to leave my room when my elbow accidentally swung in an odd direction opening the door of the adjoined small cabinet. And the contents inside the cabinet left me astonished for a few seconds.

Two pearls? A piece of a ruined stole? A half-broken bangle?

I moved ahead and touched the bangle with my trembling fingers. But suddenly a hazy picture replaced my vision. Two dark and blurry figures stood facing each other. Anger and tension were rolling off them. They seemed unhappy.

With a gasp, I stepped away from the cabinet as if it had burned me. What the hell? Sweat poured from my hairline. I wiped my forehead appalled by the image. What was that? Who were those people? Why do I keep these weird things in my cabinet? Seems like a collection. 

I inhaled deeply to clear my head but the smell of jasmine took over my senses. I inhaled once more and realized where the tantalizing scent was coming from. Picking up the shiny piece of cloth I took a deep breath. Pure jasmine. So alluring.

A knock on my door alerted me of another presence. Quickly pocketing the piece of cloth I shut the cabinet and muttered a quick come in. Dhruv Raizada entered my room and skipped towards me.

Chachu I am ready. Shall we leave? It's time for some Hindi classes.

Alright, kid. Let's go.

As our car left the mansion my heart began to skyrocket. After my accident, this is the first time that I am leaving the confines of my home. Sitting in the car reminded me of my nightmares. I tried to take deep breaths but my anxiety did not curb. I was about to ask Mohan the driver to stop when my eyes fell on my coat pocket.

I snaked my hand inside the pocket and clutched the piece of cloth in my fist. Slowly and gradually my unbearable restlessness started to disappear. My heartbeat returned to its normal pace. The moment passed but it left me bewildered for a long time. Till we reached the language school.

Yun to hum apne aap mein

gum the,

Sach to ye hai ki wahan,

bhi tum the.

(Though I am lost,

The truth is that you,

Appear wherever I go).

Nannav Chachu where are you lost? Ussi ke baare mein soch rhe ho kya?

(You are thinking about her aren't you?)

Dhruv Singh Raizada teased me wiggling his eyebrows in my direction. What the? God, he is a menace. How can a kid be so overly observant? Damn it. Huffing out loud I replied in a sarcastic tone.

Wow D, you are hilarious!

Getting out of the car we sauntered towards the entrance but my nephew seemed to be enthralled by his surroundings. Giving a sweeping glance to the entire institute D skipped towards the main door of the building.

But I simply stopped as his previous words echoed in my mind.

Ussi ke baare mein soch rhe ho kya?

What did he mean by 'Ussi'? We discussed girls in our last phone call. And my panic attack came to a halt with this piece of cloth, resting in my pocket. I was only thinking about this cloth and its fragrance. Am I thinking too much? Or is the owner of the stuff in my cabinet the same woman whose voice I hear in my nightmares? 

Chachu? Hello? Come on we need to hurry up.

Coming D.

I shook my head trying to get out of my messed up mind. I need to stop overthinking. With quick steps, I quickly rushed to the building. Dhruv Raizada passed me a smile and following a few signboards, we finally found ourselves in the administration department. The room was crowded. A lot of kids were sitting with their guardians. Both of us shared a glance and shrugged our shoulders. We sat in one corner which had a few empty chairs thankfully. 

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Precap:

Arnav and Khushi are in the same language school. Will the two finally meet each other?

Lavanya desires to meet her friend Chamkeeli.

AJHS - 1

 PART 1:

Arnav POV

When you keep walking on an endless desert with no signs of life around you, there comes a moment when the sand becomes your friend. The greeting sun appears to be a scorching passionate lover meant to take over your soul. And the hot loo feels like a security blanket providing you warmth.

But all of it is nothing but an illusion. It is your consciousness acting on a defense mechanism. A silly game conjured by your mind to protect itself. You are aware of the reality. You know it's camouflage. Still, you try everything to assure yourself that one day all will be well. One day. A possibility. A hope.

Chotte.

Her voice managed to stop my train of thoughts. Because it is a sheer display of what has been running in my mind every single minute since I was released from the hospital. Her tone was full of hope and optimism. The last few weeks did not wake her up. 

Why don't you join all of us for lunch downstairs?

How many times will you...

My voice trailed meaningfully as I cocked my head to stare back at her beaming face. A fake smile. She cried before coming up. The perfect imitation of my thoughts. Yes. A camouflage.

...till you agree with me Chotte.

Turning away I chose to stare at the greenery around my poolside. They usually helped in calming the raging storm that flowed within me every once in a while.

What's the point? I don't know anyone around here.

Just once. Try to see things from a different perspective. Or else the road to your recovery will be full of unnecessary obstacles.

I smirked darkly. The facade was fading away. My reality could not be covered with a lid. An illusion can only last for a while. Her whimpers reached my ears. But like a rod of steel, I sat rigid in my bed. She needs to accept the reality. The sooner it is the better it is for everyone.

You can close the door on your way out Mrs. Shekhawat.

Its DI. I am your SISTER. CALL ME DI. PLEASE.

Turning deaf to her pleas I laid on the bed covering my head with a pillow. A few minutes later her cries stopped. The next moment I heard my door being shut. A sigh escaped my lips. Momentary relief consumed me. I shut my eyes feeling strange tiredness enveloping me. Sleep invaded my feelings.

And then it happened all over again. Fear slammed my insides. As if it was a liquid going down the wrong pipe. And no one to help around. I tried to breathe desperately but the fog around me made it so difficult. It was dark. Then that helpless, feeble voice called out to me. 

Koi matlab nai hai?
(It doesn't mean anything?)

I tried to reach out to her. She sounded so cold. As if someone had pushed her away out in a blizzard. My feet were stuck. Immobile. Handicapped. I stood helplessly. I screamed to draw her attention to me.

Where are you? Let me help! Who are you? Can you hear me?!?

Koi matlab nai hai?

Her four words sounded so hollow and lifeless. I could do nothing but glare at the dark abyss surrounding me. Rubbing my eyes I tried to find something that would clue me in. But as usual, I could nothing. Nothing at all.

Let me help you Damn it!

Koi matlab nai hai?

Suddenly the vision turned too bright. My eyes shut on their own accord. Sound of wheels skidding echoed around me. I gasp horrified by my approaching death. A loud horn and bang. My shoulder ached as pain sliced through me.

Sweating furiously I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating. Ahhhh. The muscles of my shoulder churned as I tried to sit properly. The doctor had advised me to avoid straining my left arm for a few weeks. Leaning my back against the headboard I rubbed my palm over my face. Oh, the nightmares. 

These are fragments of memories. My accident. The wheels and the horn. Of course. It has been more than a month now. However, I cannot remember what caused that terrible incident. No matter how hard I try to focus my memories are the same

A deep void. Afzal Khan's words reverberated in my mind.

Itni saari yaadon ke hote bhi jab dil mein veerani hoti hai,
To sachmein hairani hoti hai.
(Even after having so many memories if the heart feels vacant, then it is an astonishing moment).


My phone vibrated yet again. I sighed in disbelief. There is no point in ignoring his calls. The little pest will not allow me to breathe if I don't assure him about my wellbeing.

Dhruv Singh Raizada is an enigma. No matter how hard I try I always fail to solve the mystery behind his existence. Rolling my eyes I answered the call. It is better to get it over with.

Hello

What's up Nannav Chachu? How are you doing? 

I am fine D.

You know what jab meri gf ke sath misunderstanding hui thi I also went through a similar experience...)
(When I and my gf had a misunderstanding of sorts I too went through a similar experience...)

Gf? You are only 10 years old D!

Don't change the subject Chachu. My point is uske jaane se mera dil baali hogaya tha.
(There was an emptiness in my heart due to absence).

Baali? What do you mean D?


I huffed too exasperated by his stupid hindi. He is the son of Nandkishore Raizada. I have an NRI cousin brother. We spoke over the phone once after my discharge. Of course, the craze to speak an Indian language ran in Dhruv's blood.

I mean empty. She left me and that's what I felt. Everything became dark and foggy.

Khaali is the correct word. Baali is the wrong word to use in this context D.

Oops, Nannav Chachu. Yeah, khaali. Pay attention to my words, please...

The kid continued his tale of sorrow and heartbreak. I lost all my focus. His earlier words echoed in my mind like a broken record. 

She left me and that's what I felt. Everything became dark and foggy.

The nightmare resurfaced in my mind. The dark abyss. The foggy surroundings. A voice. A helpless voice looking for comfort. A female. And my desperation to reach out to her.

....so you get it? Ladki agar door chali jaaye toh heart ekdum khaali hojata hai. 
(If the girl leaves then your heart becomes all empty).

Ladki?
(Girl?)

Who?

I was only aware of one woman. One who was meant to marry me but for now we are not on speaking terms. Damn it. It cannot be her?Is Lavanya the reason behind my messed-up mind?

Maybe? I am clueless D. If and I mean 'only if that is the case then what's the solution? Heart ko theek kaise krte hain?
(How do I make my heart alright?)

What the hell is wrong with me? Instead of discussing my issues with a friend or an expert, I am looking for a piece of advice from a 10-year-old? Dhruv Singh Raizada is a little boy. Not a grown-up. Before I could correct my words he answered like a true professional. 

It's simple Chachu. Get better and grovel at her feet. She might forgive you. Oh! We have reached the temple. I gotta go. Bye.

Oh goodness! Throwing the phone on the pillow beside me I pulled my hair. This never-ending frustration will kill me one day. If only...if only my memories were not locked away somewhere in my mind. If only I had the key to them. Then I would know what made me so bitter and sad. 

Psychology clearly states the cause-effect relationship. The relationship between cause and effect may not always be obvious. However, reasoning through cause and effect provides a way to cope with feelings of powerlessness.

And somewhere deep down I knew one fact about myself. I dislike feeling powerless. Memories or no memories if things go out of my control I snap.

However, no one can control nature. It found a loophole. And here I am healing from internal and external injuries. A chaotic mind and probably a bruised heart.


Khushi POV

Sipping the freshly brewed cup of ginger tea I tried my best to concentrate on Happyji's words as the man worked with a wrench. He was going on and on about the carburetor and fuel while repairing a secondhand car. I kept staring at the hot orange liquid as it warmed my hands. The strong smell of ginger kept invading my nose.

However, my mind was far far away. Away from this dingy garage. Endless thoughts were swirling in my mind. I know I need to move on. I know it's useless to keep prickling my wounds. But how do you get over your first love? The ignited emotions are not extinguished so easily. Such flames keep burning for a very very long while.

Slowly the beverage disappeared from my vision. The gut-wrenching Diwali night flashed before my eyes. My heartbreak.  The efforts to face my best friend as guilt captured my soul because I was betraying her by falling for Arnavji. Arnav Raizada. Gulzarji ki shayari is true.

Farq tha hum dono ki mohabbat mein, mujhe usse hi thi,
Usse mujhse bhi thi.
(There was a difference in the way we loved, I loved him only,
But he loved me as well).


The hasty exit. The mask I wore to protect myself. Fake smiles. Fake wishes. While I was crumbling inside. Strained silence in the SUV as he dropped me home. His sarcastic statements and my happy facade.

Khushiji? Am I going too fast? You can comprehend my words, right?

I blinked my eyes as Happyji glanced at me enquiringly. No one needs to know about the complications in my life. Releasing a deep breath I plastered a smile on my face. Time to act Khushi Kumari Gupta.

Ji Happyji. It is not that difficult. I will be a very good assistant to you. And if I falter you will help me right?

Ji Khushiji. Always.


Money is not something that will drop on my lap from above. It's time to focus on this new job. Matters of the heart will always remain unresolved. Arnav Singh Raizada will soon become another chapter in the story of my life. It's time to divert my attention towards more important things. 

Draining the rest of my tea I placed the cup on the table kept in the corner of the garage. Pushing away my memories of him I tied my dupatta on the side of my hip. Mr. Raizada cannot torment me forever. Being miserable is not an option anymore.

Happyji I am done with my break. Allow me to use the wrench and I promise this time I will get it right.

The man eyed me for a long while. As if he could see through my facade. But I was high on the determination. And that must be reflecting in my eyes because after some time he gave me a knowing smile. As if he understood everything running in the deep corners of my mind.

Then I believe you are ready Khushiji.

Anjali POV

Wiping another few tears I began to walk into the backyard of Shantivan. I know I should be brave. I should be strong for my brother. However, his condition and stubbornness to not move ahead in life are deteriorating my optimism at an alarming rate. 

Sometimes I what would our lives be like if Chotte did not meet with that unfortunate accident. Arnav was supposed to return home safe and sound after dropping Khushiji. But then fate had something else planned for him.

In the middle of the night, I received the terrible news of his accident from Aman. The family rushed to the local hospital in tears. My heart had stopped beating for those few hours. I felt relief only when the doctors had declared that he is awake.

However, the relief did not last for very long because it soon became apparent that something was wrong with Chotte's behavior. His confusion and helplessness were heartwrenching to watch. Retrograde Amnesia. Two words changed our little world in the blink of an eye.

It has been more than a month now. His injuries have almost healed. But I am afraid the same cannot be said for his emotional wounds. Every day is a challenge for this man. I cannot help but break down watching my ever-independent egoistic brother struggling for mundane tasks because he has to relearn everything all over again.

Longing to hear my husband's voice who will understand my plight I heard his voice message once again.

Anju do not even think of giving up now. I want you to become the pillar of strength for the Raizadas. You are the wife of an army man. Captain Vikram Shekhawat. You are also on a battlefield with the enemy right now. The only difference is yours is called fate. I might be physically away from you but I have left my heart in your palms. Hold it. Take all the support from the same. And always remember that I fell for you because of your compassion. We will meet very soon. Bye.

Pulling the device away from my ear I nodded understanding the said and unsaid words of my husband. He is right. I cannot give up so easily. In the past when my brother took up the responsibility of being the man of the house he never faltered. So why am I allowing such irrational thoughts to get to me?

I will keep trying. And I have made considerable progress by asking NK Bhai to let his kid visit India for his summer holidays. Dhruv Singh Raizada is a typhoon that won't allow Arnav to hide in his shell. In his company, Chotte turns into a different person. I should not be hasty.

Dhruv POV

To the rest of the world, it may seem that a mere kid is sitting on the sofa chair eating a bag of potato chips watching Doremon on the tv screen. But only a few observant ones will be able to know that I am secretly making plans of my own. 

I need to make a few inquiries. I can be a good Sherlock. Nannav Chachu is sad and lonely. He is depressed because of some girl. I too was upset when Samantha broke my heart last year.  A year ago one afternoon after school she had thrown away my greeting card in the muddy water. 

It took me 3 days to understand that I had spelled her name wrongly. Reminding her of the other Samanthaa in our school. That was completely my fault. But after a little groveling on my part, we made up.

I sighed remembering those days. But then after 6 months, she had to move to the States. And with a heavy heart, we broke up for good. I don't regret the time we spend together. I will always remember her as my first love.

I have a built-in radar. It is pretty easy to identify a broken heart. Dad has it too. We are gifted in that department. Now I just need to decide who will help me in finding out more about Chachu's love life. Hmmm. Oh of course. How can I forget? Rubbing my palms I grinned like a 5 yr old who just found his favorite soft toy in a giant toy store. 

Finishing the last chip I ran to the kitchen where a startled HP uncle greeted me with a sweet smile. Smiling like Jiyaan and Sunyo I cornered the innocent help of Raizada Mansion. Time for some interrogation.

Hi HP uncle. Kya aap mere sath bahar khelenge?
(Will you play with me outside?)

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To be continued.

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