Unfaithful chapter 5: Hurt...

Chapter 5: Hurt...

Hearing her son’s words, tears dropped from Khushi’s eyes…she doesn’t want to Armaan to see that…she wipes them, quickly…Arnav noticed that, he puts Armaan down and left the room…Armaan runs to his mum, hugging her:

-he's…angry, again Kusi?

-No…no…he’s not!...now what about you tell me a story, you, by your own, hero?

-Oh… I know…many…

Another night they spend like that…Khushi in Armaan’s room and Arnav in the guest’s room…both alone, both still angry from the other…angry wasn’t the right word…there are a strange combination of emotions…

In the guests room:

Arnav, feeling that his heart will melt…that seeing her, he will forget, forgive…he takes out some papers and stares at them…the fire on his heart and soul revive again, strongest than before…he feels that he wants to destroy all this world around him…

Khushi!!!????

He wants to cry her name; out loud…angrily…he throws everything on his desk, away…aggressively… why all that should happen to him…Arnav Singh Raizada…

He pulled his head between his hands…Khushi?!! …Khushi?!!!!...

If he doesn’t hear and see and has all those proves, he will never believe that his wife, that angel will betray him, will…

He was blind…he was dumb…but not anymore…not anymore Khushi Kumari Gupta!

He can’t forget that question and that answer…her answer…he has hear:

 “-tell me why you married him Khushi…why you married him at first?

-it…was…it was for you...''

Only those words stuck in Arnav’s mind…their marriage… was a game …from the beginning…she plays with his emotions…with his heart… she plays with him like he was nothing...nothing!

she doesn’t love him…she never do… he was just…living in a big lie…he’s living with an unfaithful who doesn’t know which is love…which is family…Arnav looks at the photo frame, in the floor…a photo of the three of them…

Arnav, Khushi and Armaan in between, Arnav lifting him and they are all…cheek to cheek…Armaan was there so tiny…now…he grow up quickly…he doesn’t know how but…a tear dropped from his eyes…and he felt some weakness in his knees so he sits, immediately on the nearby sofa…the photo still in his hand…he admires it…

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Flashbacks:

Kushi:-this are our eyes..say it Armaan say it to papaa…what’s this ?

Little Armaan:-eyj!

-yes! (Khushi claps her hands, excited, seeing the intelligence of her one and half years old baby)…and this, this?

Khushi asked her son, proudly, before Arnav…

-noje!

-yes! Yes…Nose…oh my baby love you…Arnav…look…now he knows about the colors too…baby (she kisses Armaan on his forehead)…but first…tell me , what’s that? (She noticed her mouth to him)

Armaan:-kich!

Khushi shocked:-what?

Arnav:-what?

Arnav giggled..all amused…

Kh:-baby…it’s mouth…mouth…

Armaan:-Kich!

-mouth…mouth…(Khushi repeated to him)

-Kich!

Armaan repeated as all the family pouted their mouth, always to him, asking for a ‘’kiss’’…

Arnav: -My Armaan is a good boy…yes baby…you know you’re a pure Raizada…come to your papaa..so, you know already that…we use our mouth to kiss…

Arnav takes his son between his hands…carefully…

Khushi:-Arnav!? No! don’t dare talk like that before him…he’s learning every word very fast…please!

-what?...you think he will understand the thing that you understand from my innocent sentence?….I still don’t want to make him learn anything! …I’m waiting to that he grow up a little and then…he will take some lessons from papaa, isn’t it baby?

Arnav looked at Arman who was now playing with the watch in the wrist of his father, all intrigued by it …

And khushi was worried about Arnav’s words…

K:-Listen to me…I don’t want to my son to be a naughty boy…I want him to be …

A:-a loser?...no way…my son will be like his father!

K:-No!...My son will be polite, respectful, calm and nice!

A:-what? ....what do you mean?...I’m not all this?

K:-I don’t say so!

A:-really Khushi?!...you just say it now!

K:-I didn’t mean that! (She said, naughtily)

They are talking and Armaan concentrating at his father’s watch…fall asleep, cutely… Arnav could feel his little face against his arm…pulling his shirt with his tiny hand…Arnav admires his little son, lovingly…how he can fall asleep easly like that...he takes the tiny baby in his muscular arms and stands up!

Khushi just had goosebumps …every time she is seeing her two men like that…she’s really affected when Arnav takes care of Armaan…putting double care, attention and effort…he was that perfect , protective father…

-Khushi…just let me put my little man in bed…will be back! (He whispered)

When Arnav comes back…he see that she was in the kitchen…making the dinner…cutting the tomatoes for the salad…acting like she isn’t bothered by his presence…in the kitchen…just behind her…when his body stuck against her…his hard chest just in her back…covering all over her body…pinning her against the kitchen’s desk…he puts his hand around her slim waist…the other hand on her hand…taking the knife from her…to put it away…

-so…I’m not…polite …not respectful…not calm…not nice…you have a bad idea of me…in that head, Khushi!!

He rubbed his nose in between her hair….smelling her scent…and Khushi starts breathing heavily…closing her eyes…giving up to his acts…

-you’re bad, Khushi…

He whispered…pinning her more between the desk and his body…

-should prepare the dinner…please…(she whispered)

-did I stop you? Go ahead…

Khushi opens her eyes…taking a deep breath…when she feels his hand guiding her…he puts his hand on her hand…catching the knife…he cuts with her the tomato…but it was impossible with his warm breath in the side of her neck and his body…that she felt hard behind her…

-Arnav…(she whispered again…)

The tomato became a tomato juice between their hands…when she felt that …being stuck to each other like that without even doing anything else was enough to turn them on…she was melting between his arms, like this tomato in her hand…

-tell me why you don’t want to my son to become like me?

He asked and with that he licked her earlobe, sensually…

-because…

-because?

-you’re…

She moans as he was kissing, biting, and licking all the side, from her neck to her shoulder above her top…

-me?

-naughty!…ahhh…Arnav…

-tell if you really want me to stop…being naughty…impolite…disrespectful… bad…

He said huskily…introducing the hand who still around her waist on her panty…unzipping it….and then caressing her belly…sensually…

She starts…moaning that famous: ‘’no’’…that she used in such situations and that him and her know very well…that it’s a ‘’yes’’…

Of course there’s no dinner …

And as their love session making them hungry…

They eat proudly their son’s biscuits…giggling…on the kitchen desk…staying like that…

-Arnav…we don’t have a photo resembling the three of us…

-you’re right…tomorrow photo shot day…what say?

-yeeeey

Khushi hugged him… kissing all over his face and neck…

End of the flashbacks…

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Hugging her son to her…Khushi tried to sleep but how…

She slept almost all the day and now…sleeping was kind of impossible mission…

She touches her little tummy…

Secretly, she was really happy because again she will be a mum and Armaan will have a sister or a brother…despite everything…

Yes…her husband is unfaithful but still…he’s already Armaan’s father…so, he will be just her child’s father….but…what to do with this heart which is hurting her like hell… she felt like a knife was there in her heart, still hurting her making her heart bleeding…when she starts crying…she felt like she wasn’t all right…she needed to get up…she needed to open the window and breath some fresh air…

She wakes up…leaving the bed…

But it wasn’t easy…she’s not well at all…

She’s feeling lazy and all her body was aching…it was normal…all that was due to her crying sessions…her stress and her thinking all the time….and being pregnant…now that she could feel it…she’s not well at all…

She drinks some water but all the medicines are down, in the living room…

Khushi decided…even in her case to bring her medicines…

She went out of her son’s room…towards the stairs…but looking at the light in the guest’s room…she gets intrigued and walks towards it…she finds that the door is half closed…many papers, pencils, stuffs are on the floor….making her curious and worried…slowly, she opens the door, totally…and see him, lying on the sofa…taking his head on his two hands, closing his eyes…

When Khushi just take another step inside…her feet touch a pencil and the nose just make Arnav get up, suddenly…

It was the wrong time…

She comes just …in that moment when he’s not only angry but hurt…

When Arnav is hurt, remembering his wound…he became another person…

When his eyes look straight at her eyes…and that he can’t find nothing in her eyes… but her innocence and her love …that anger increases…because…he’s unable to find that unfaithful person on her…damn it! How can she act like this before him…how!?!!

When Arnav looks at her with that angry gaze he always has …

Khushi , conscious, she gives him the same look…

Like him she was angry…thinking that he’s that unfaithful man who slept with another woman than her…But Khushi wasn’t the woman who can suffer, silently…she talks…words can always help her, even if she always regret what she said…

-Oh! I see you can’t sleep in the bedroom…why?...are you feeling guilty?...feeling bad?...are you repenting?...you betrayed my love Arnav Singh Raizada!...you’re just…just an unfaithful…

That was it for Arnav…he walks towards her…and with his strong hands…holds her arms, aggressively…pinning her against the door…he keeps looking at her …with his angry gaze…terrified…Khushi shivered…she couldn’t decide what was hurting her the most…his hands almost breaking her arms…or that look…breaking her heart…

Tears…dropping from her eyes…against her will…she doesn’t want to be so weak before him…but how can she stop her eyes…stop her heart to be affected by his eyes…

His eyes…are a mirror…they said all to her and now what she was seeing break her…

Hate…

She could only see that…

She succeeds to murmur: ‘’it hurt…’’

But Arnav’s heart was from iron, in that moment…

He just keeps silent…wanting her to feel the anger, the storm inside him…

Khushi feeling like he goanna really break her arms…she starts moving…defending herself, wanting him to let off her…when finally, his voice comes to her:

Ar:-tell me why you married me, Khushi?

He asks, in between his teeth, angrily…:

Ar:-tell me why you married me, at first?

He repeats when Khushi looks up to him…desperately… all shivering, hearing that question...

Arnav keeps looking at her…

Every  second was an eternity…

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Flashbacks:

Arnav was in a business trip but he came back earlier, he doesn’t plan for it but…it happen …so, he doesn’t inform Khushi, he wanted to surprise her…he was about to open the main door but he heard…her voice…she was talking…Arnav wanted to open the door and enter but Khushi’s tone stops him…she was like worried…he stops…

-yes! That was in the past but now…

-now, what?

-Dad! Arnav and I became parents, now, he’s the father of Armaan!...tell me how…

-tell me why you married him, at first, Khushi?

-it…was…it was for you!...for our mansion in Sheesh mahal!

-exactly! And now, I want you to make him sign those papers!...you make him sign before and our mansion is back…so why not now…

-Dad…that was…that was…when I…

Her dad holds her hand…and …

Khushi was silent…all what Arnav saw…from the door, half closed…. is her back…but he can see her father, giving a face that Arnav doesn’t know, before…

-Khushi, my company will be ruined…and it needs only that signature to be alive…your husband has the money and the power, why not help us a little, with that…

Mr. Gupta gives the papers to his daughter and Khushi takes them…

End of the flashbacks…