Khushi watched her husband silently and solemnly watering his plants. He hadn’t said a single sentence since he had woken up, resorting to nodding or one word answers. Her eyes welled with tears, because she knew the reason behind it. Everyone in the family had gone to the mandir, and though they had all insisted,…
Drabble: Enchanted
“I’m going to win, Khushi,” “Don’t be so cocky, Arnav ji,” His gaze flitted momentarily to her pink, pouted lips before locking into her eyes once again. “Let’s see. Lagi shart,” Eyebrows scrunched, Khushi concentrated hard on the umber orbs she loved so much, making sure to keep from batting her eyelids. What she couldn’t…
Drabble: Saved By Her
The faint sound of shehnai filled the halls. His parents’ screams mingled with the blare of a gunshot, and then another. He saw black, when suddenly, his uncle’s taunts resounded in his subconscious mind. The jabbing, croaky voice distortedly morphed into his own young voice, faint yet clear. “This world is cruel and that’s the…
OS: Between the Pages (AU)
She couldn’t help her satisfied smile as that familiar whiff of a good book greeted her when she flipped to the first chapter. “I have just returned from a visit to my landlord—the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with…” As she began the first sentence, her curiosity heightened with every word that she…
Drabble: Two Stars in the Night Sky (AU)
(TW: Death. Please read at your own discretion) “Imagine that I’ve also become a star. At night, the third from the right, the one that shines the brightest. That’s me.” His breath caught in his throat. She remained unmoving in his arms, limp and lifeless. The blood in his veins turned cold as he desperately…
Drabble: Sunrise in Paradise
When sleep began to slowly tiptoe away and his laden eyes fluttered half-open, Arnav's first instinct, as it was every morning, was to reach over to hold his wife's familiar form. His eyebrows knitted when he was greeted by empty, cold sheets instead of her warmth. “Khushi...?” Still laced with the remnants of slumber, his…
Drabble: It Takes Tickle to Tango
“Khushi, give it back,” She squeals and sticks out her tongue. “You’re not getting your file back, Arnav ji,” He takes three steps towards her, smirking when he notices her breathing quicken. “Oh yeah? Well then, you leave me with no other choice,” Before she can protest, her husband pulls her against him, wrapping his…
OS: Mr. and Mrs. Raizada’s Texting Chronicles
(Rated: M) Monday I just saw the gift that you left on my handkerchief. The only problem is that seeing the shape of your lips and inhaling your scent is making me go insane and I can't concentrate on work. 9:15am. Tch, tch, too bad. You're the CEO, Mr. Raizada. You should learn to separate…
IPKKND Color Analysis: Arnav’s outfits [Payash Wedding Track]
If you'd like to read my analysis of Khushi's outfits during this track, click here! Note: Since the colors Khushi's wears are vivid and varied, they explicitly reflect her state of being and the emotional graph of their relationship. On the other hand, the colors that Arnav wears are often limited and minimal, and so…
Homebound {Epilogue + Author’s Note}
"Hai re Nandakisore. The house feels so empty without Payalia," Madhumati wonders out loud. Khushi feels tears pooling within her eyes for the upteenth time today, a day she will remember forever. If she was unsure about feeling utmost joy mingled with sadness before, she definitely isn't anymore. Today, her Jiji is no longer a…
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