Khushi and Arnav were driving along a soon saan routue on the outskirts of Delhi when Arnav flicked the radio on and "Teri Meri" came blaring out, Arnav looked sheepishly at his wife and she turned away embarrassed as both remembered the Sangeet night. Arnav turned it down slightly.
"You know Khushi you never did really thank me for saving you that night." He said and Khushi turned to look at him questioningly.
"I'm sorry, when have you ever thanked me?" Khushi retorted and Arnav's brow crinkled.
"Thanked you, for what?" Arnav asked.
"I don't know, always being there for you, letting you shout at me oh and being the best wife that you obviosly don't deserve!" Khushi said teasingly and Arnav shook his head.
"I could never thank someone with such a big head as yours!" He jested back and Khushi gasped and looked away from him, annoyed by his insinuation that she was big-headed. Arnav took one hand off the wheel and stroked her face.
"Sorry Jaan, I was only joking." He said and Khushi pushed his hand away.
"Your jokes aren't always funny, but what's the point in even saying this to you, you always realise things too late." Khushi sighed.
"What? Excuse me, who was the one that proposed to you?" Arnav asked.
"Who was the one that admitted they loved you?" Khushi retorted, Arnav was looking at Khushi's intense face when he suddenly saw a crinkle appear in her brow and then shock in her eyes. "ARNAV!" She shouted pointing to the road, there was a large truck headed their way, Arnav swerved but the road wasn't that large and he needed to slow down to manoeuvre the car correctly but as he eased on the pedal it didn't slow down, he hit the brakes but they weren't working.
"Arnav slow down! The lorry!" Khushi shouted, she began shutting her eyes having flashbacks to her parent's accident.
"I'M TRYING KHUSHI ITS NOT WORKING!" Arnav shouted panic clear in his voice. He swerved the car to avoid hitting the lorry but instead he crashed straight into a road barrier, Khushi flew forward from the motion hitting her head against the wind-shield whereas Arnav hit his ribs against the steering wheel, his head also hit the wheel as he was forced back into his seat.Khushi began to feel dizzy, unable to see clearly, she saw Arnav's forehead bleeding and reached out to him.
"Arnav." She muttered before everything went black.
Arnav heard her but his eyes wouldn't open. He forced himself to stay awake, he could feel a stinging pain in his ribs but knew Khushi was hurt. He opened his eyes and was horrified to see the full extent of her injuries. When Khushi had hit the wind-shield the glass had cracked and bits of it were lodged into Khushi's body. Her arms and head were bleeding perfusely and Arnav felt the same horrors he felt the night of the Havaan when he thought he'd lost Khushi, only to have those same fears come alive now. Arnav jabbed at his seatbelt until it opened and staggered out of the car, he grabbed his phone and called for an ambulance stressing how bad Khushi was and the fact that he was Arnav Singh Raizada.
"I DON'T CARE HOW FAR WE ARE FROM A HOSPITAL! If anything, ANYTHING, happens to my wife, you will pay!" He said and the man on the other end assured him an ambulance would reach them as soon as possible. But in the meantime it was essential to get Khushi out of the car in case anything else were to happen to the car as a result of the accident. But he was told to be very careful considering how bad he had depicted her condition and his own. Arnav hung up and staggered to Khushi's side of the car. He gently grabbed her waist and pulled her arm over his shoulders carrying her out of the car. He fell to the ground a safe distance away from the car, clutching Khushi to himself, her blood was smeared across his hands and his shirt. He felt as though the air had been knocked out of him. He stroked the side of her face that did not have glass cuts in it.
"K-k-khusi, please wake up." He said. Remembering what she had said only moments ago to him, "Your jokes aren't always funny, but what's the point in even saying this to you, you always realise things too late." He clung to her more tightly. "No Khushi, no, please, I can't....what would I do without you? Dammit! KHUSHI WAKE UP!" He said with desperation pouring out of him as tears came crashing down his face. The ambulance came and they took Khushi from his arms, Arnav began to stammer a protest but couldn't verbalise his feelings. He just stared at his empty arms and then at the stretcher on which they'd taken his wife. They put Arnav on a stretcher also and wheeled him into the ambulance, they muttered about how he was, "Unresponsive" and "In a state of shock." But he knew exactly what they were saying but chose to ignore them focusing on Khushi. She was still unconcious with an oxygen mask on. They were focusing on cleaning her wounds as they drove to the hospital.
They wheeled Arnav into a different room to Khushi and he finally broke his silence.
"Where are you taking her?!" He demanded.
"Calm down, she's going to the ICU, we just need to check you're okay then you can go see her." A doctor said but Arnav didn't want to separate from her.
"NO, KHUSHI! Please don't take her away from me!" He begged the doctors, Arnav Singh Raizada never begged but as a desperate husband he was willing to do anything. The doctors didn't listen and that's when everything went black for Arnav.
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