EverydayIRabbaVe's Novellas

Khushi sat there, completely lifeless. It had been hours. One, two, maybe even three; she didn't know. Her breathing at regular speed but she didn't move a bit. She just stared off straight, zoned off. Arnav came in with a tray of food and looked at his wife. She wasn't his cheerful, fun loving, crazy wife, but rather his soulless wife. He went in and sat beside Khushi, her not even realizing he came in. "Khushi, it's time to eat." Arnav tore some roti and dipped it in the daal and looked at Khushi. She hadn't moved, nor paid attention to him. "Khushi?" Khushi remained silent. "Khushi," Arnav called out, his voice cracking a little bit. Still silent. "Khushi? Khushi please eat something. You'll die if you don't eat." No reply. "Khushi please. If something happens to you then… then I'll be all alone." Khushi took in a sharp breath. She looked at Arnav and opened her mouth and let Arn...

"Khushi! Khushi stop," Arnav yelled. "No! I've had it! All these days I thought it was just me, but not anymore," Khushi yelled. The whole family stared, curious what they were arguing about. "Khushiji, what's wrong," Anjali asked. Khushi looked away. "Ask your brother." "For the last time, Khushi! He is not my son," Arnav roared. "Yes he is! Look at these results," Khushi said, shoving the paper in his face. Arnav looked at it blankly. "I thought you tore it up-" "Why do you care so much if I tore it up or not- … now I get it. You wanted to hide the truth from me-" "What crap! Khushi, for the f*cking last time! Aarav is NOT MY SON!" The family stared at them wide eyed and Sheetal and Aarav came in to see what all the commotion was about. Khushi's tears flowed down her cheek. "I can't stay here another second," and she turned to walk away. "K...