Heart wrenching adoration Part-21

Arnav’s POV

I glowered at the guy coldly, having had no difficulty in recognising him even though I had seen him just once, and it seemed that the feelings were mutual. I was vaguely aware of khushi’s probing gaze on my face but I couldn’t find it in myself to tear my eye contact from the guy whose features mirrored mine as they too were contorted in reckless fury, but unlike me a look of sheer loathing was also dominant there. But then again, what more could I expect from someone who belonged to that monstrous family?

As if hearing a stranger, I heard my voice mumbling some flimsy excuse as I got up and darted out of the cafeteria primarily  to evade the havoc that the sudden appearance of a connection to my shady past wreaked on me and secondly to escape khushi’s relentless stare.

Once outside I took a deep breath to calm the chaos of emotions that coursed through me and scarpered, almost unseeingly without a clue of where I was going. I was too much engrossed to hear and pursuit but khushi’s voice, breathless with running broke my reverie.

“Arnav wait! I can’t run as fast as you.”She panted, breaking into a brisk jog as I turned around to face her.

We were near the semi-circular terrace, directly facing the library building that was more popularly known as lover’s point as it was the favourite haunt of all the couples of our school for it was nearly always deserted. Strangely, I had no recollection of taking the path thereto.

“What do you want khushi?” I snapped belligerently. It was the first time that I had used that kind of tone on her and was too aware that I’ll definitely regret it later but still I couldn’t bring myself to concentrate on that trivial aspect in my aggravated condition.

Khushi skidded to a stop, her mouth open in shock as she assessed my mood.

“Arnav what...?"

                                                                                                            

“Just leave me alone khushi!”

It stung to see my words hurt her, but I couldn’t care about it yet. Then something changed in the depths of her and she squared her shoulder, abruptly angry.

“And why should I that exactly? So that you could mop around huh?”She demanded.

“Khushi just go away!” I growled. Last thing I wanted to have a fight with khushi.

“You are angry because of that guy isn’t it? That newcomer?”Khushi asked.I looked at her taken aback. Trust khushi to be highly perspective for the things she shouldn’t notice. 

“Having a romantic little chit-chat with your girlfriend Raizada?” A drawling voice called and I looked up to see the object of my anger leaning calmly against the wall, a superbly smug smirk on his face.

Khushi turned around too and he noticed her.

“Aha! Great choice Raizada! I must admit you have a knack of picking a good catch. Bet that’s in your blood huh?” Ranveer Singha sneered, gazing at khushi from head to toe as if she were some cattle he were going to buy.

White hot fury coursed through me as I saw khushi shrink back and I walked forward, pulling her slightly behind my body to shield her from his dirty eyes.

“Touché!” Ranveer laughed raucously. I felt khushi shrink slightly into me.

“ Watch yourself Singha! You wouldn’t want to push your luck! Not when you don’t have your bloody gang of cronies with you to save your neck!” I snarled.

“I think I can afford that. It will be really funny to watch you hiding behind your girlfriend’s skirt, whimpering in terror.” Ranveer sneered and I bit back the swear words that I wanted to use on him, but I was too conscious of khushi standing there.

“Or better still go crying and complaining to your mother...”The obnoxious guy continued and I flexed my muscle. He was starting to tread  dangerous water by dragging my mum into it and it seemed khushi thought on the similar lines as she immediately clutched my arm.

“Oh yeah I forgot! How is my dear Aunt? Is she still strapped to hospital bed, trying to get sympathy or up and about trapping rich men...luring them to bed and...” 

That was it. His blatant accusations made me snap and I lunged forward, grabbing him be his throat, intent on strangling him to death to end his pathetic life.

“HOW DARE YOU TALK LIKE THAT ABOUT MY MOTHER BASTARD? YOU FILTHY, MORONIC ASSHOLE... YOU DISGUSTING MONGREL!” I growled as I punched and kicked and spanked every inch of him that I could find.

I so wanted to kill that monster, the disgusting spawn of the family which had rendered me and my di orphans for their useless pride, who had stolen my childhood, my parents from me.

“Arnav leave him!” I heard khushi yell and felt her arm constrict around me as she tried in vain to pry me free, but she was no match to my power.

“Why Raizada? Truth hurts doesn’t it? But that’s what it is! I wonder how many men have been there in all these years...” Ranveer chocked, as I caught him by his throat, strangling him.

“Don’t you dare slander my mother! You know nothing about her!” I screeched, tightening my grip on his throat so much so that his face started turning an unhealthy blue and he flailed in vain to loosen my grip.

“Arnav let go! You’ll kill him!” Khushi shrieked, trying to free my stranglehold on him.

“I want to! I’ll kill him, the bastard!” I screamed. Ranveer desperately shoved against me, trying to break free. I dodged his attempts, but khushi got pushed in our scuffle, hitting her head on the floor with a sickening thud and winced.

“Ah!” 

 

“Khushi!” I yelled, immediately releasing Ranveer who staggered against the wall, massaging his throat and coughing violently.

“Fuck you Raizada!” He gasped, as he stumbled away, but I couldn’t care less. My fury vanished in a puff of smoke as I helped khushi up, replaced by concern.

“Are you ok?” I asked and then gasped loudly as I saw her face.

Blood trickled down her forehead where she had hit her head on a jagged piece of stone flooring!