Arshi FF : Hamesha ~ A heartbeat Away

Hamesha ~ A heartbeat away : Epilogue

arshi ff hamesha a heartbeat away


The brilliance of iridescent white light strangely did not hurt the eyes. It was wispy, blurred and shiny all at the same time. Three woman sat in a wide semi arc. It was hard to focus, but even without actually knowing you knew, they had benevolent sparkling eyes and kind satisfied smiles.

It you concentrated hard enough you could see the flashing silver payal on one ankle. The second woman held a cup. A pristine white cup from which the strong aroma of coffee drifted. Even if you happened to not like coffee you would still not think of scrunching your nose. Crispy, syrupy orange swirls of goodness were being put to good use by the third woman.

“devi maiyya jilebi humein bhi”.. Khushi Arnav Raizada extended her hand out.

Shut up Khushi“, a thick voice laced with slumber muttered gruffly near her. Arnav Singh Raizada had his eyes still closed, but his brows furrowed in lazy annoyance.

Ye kaisa sapna tha? Hum na devi maiyya bilkul pagal hai. Arnavji’s mother surely did not like drinking coffee, or did she? Anyway this dream..

(What a peculiar dream? I am completely crazy. )

She yelped in confusion. A firm hand had placed itself on the area above her navel, a little to the left. Just below her heart. Dhak dhak dhak dhak…

The confusion ebbed away. The tingly breathlessness remained. Of course, she was with Arnav Singh Raizada. Where else would Khushi Arnav Raizada be?

She wriggled a little to turn her head towards the clock. The sleeping figure next to her grunted in irritation at the slight movement.

So ja Khushi. It is not even 6 yet.” Again she shifted around trying to find that perfect spot on her pillow.

(Go to sleep Khushi)

Ye larki mujhe bilkul pagal kar degi“, he had not only opened his eyes, but was quite definitely glaring at her. That too early in the morning! But, with unshakable certainty she knew that hidden beneath the impatience was a lingering smile.

Smile, smirk.. She was still confused. It was hard to concentrate enough to find the difference even though Arnavji had teased her enough times about it.

Smile or no smile, this exquisite glare was him. The man she loved. A love that was nothing like what she had imagined, and still it was all she wanted and oh so much more!

He was asleep again, it seemed. She continued to stare at him, in the darkness that was slowly fading into light as soft rays made its way through the curtains near the poolside.

Was it days or weeks or months that she got to sleep with him close by? Usually by the time she woke up he was already back from his morning jog. However, if waking up at unearthly early morning hours meant getting a glimpse of Arnavji sleeping next to her, it was worth it.

She grinned as she tried to go back to sleep.

No one had told her this was the best part of marriage. Not her friends, not even Salman Khanji and Barun Sobtiji’s movies. She had no idea that the best part of marriage was not having to say bye ever.

She lived in the same house as Arnavji. If they fought he was still in her room. In their room. She could see him, he was present around her, his presence was around her. Even then, twenty four hours was less. She wanted to clutch on to every single moment with him and make it last for an entire eternity within iteself.

She wanted to wake up everyday and know that they had spent all night long wrapped in each other arms. When he pulled her close and would lay that first kiss there was no fear of interruption. And all that followed..

She blushed at the turn of thoughts and bit her lower lip to stop the smile from peeping out. Carefully she shifted closer to him.

He had turned around and now his back was towards her. He was wearing his white full sleeves t-shirt. Khushi frowned. She liked the feel of his bare skin against her. A connection that was a secret. Their secret; that had a place here in this very room, but also all day long in her heart. As if he was a part of her. An essential feeling that touched her deep within.

There was such a lot she wanted to learn from him. And there was so much more she was impatient to to hear him tell her. Those scary looking thick books that he seemed to enjoy reading. She wanted him to talk about all of that. His days in London, his business mergers…

Hmmpp laad governor and his deals. He had asked her if she wanted to join his office, but she had said no.

Di was at home and Khushi wanted to keep her company. Lately di, had said she was bored at times. Though there was lots of preparation for the little rajkumari or rajkumar that was to come, still it would be nice if di went out some more. But, going outside was something di still seemed to resist.

If only Khushi could get di to go to AR Designs and..

Khushi hilna band karo“. ASR rolled his eyes. Her leg was draped on his thighs. Her eyes were closed, but she was mumbling incoherent words. One hand, slender, but still quite surprisingly heavy was flung across his chest.

(Stop moving)

He was debating whether to leave for his jog or sleep some more when that hand on his chest grabbed onto his shirt and her beautiful head snuggled closer. A sigh escaped her lips.

The decision had been made for him. This had become a regular maddening dilemma for him. Sleep had never felt important. it was almost an utter waste of time. But, now, it was such a temptation. With Khushi close he loved his sleep.

Then again, he loved not sleeping too. A wicked gleam entered his eyes. He smirked in a self satisfied sort of male way. There were nights he took particular pride in ensuring that she didn’t sleep. He would watch her expressions flit from a shy acceptance to surprise. And with absolutel inevitability get lost in contended sighs as he made love to her.

But, then he also wanted to have her continue talking. How much could she talk! And eat! He had never felt this confused and certainly never enjoyed his confusion to this extent before. Talking, sleeping, not sleeping he wanted everything with Khushi. Even this girly pink bend sheet with flowers on it!

Sometimes, from office he would call her. To just hear her say “haylo” and imagine a smile lighting up that face.

He wondered once if she got bored while he worked, but she insisted in sitting next to him in their poolside under the stars, amongst his plants. No, their plants. He had come home one day early, and seen her watering them with the big green watering can he used. She could barely lift it, but he didn’t want to break the magic of the moment. He simply stood and watched her.

Nothing had prepared him for this joy of being with Khushi.’

He wanted to laugh at himself, or maybe even give himself a kick. How foolish he sounded. But dammit! How happy he felt. This rush of contentment and crazy boyish excitement whenever he was around her was irresistible.

uff“.. A heavy hand had landed on his stomach and knocked the breath out of him. Khushi’s lips were still moving, but now her face was close to his. She was happily talking in her sleep, her lips grazing his ear lobe gently, every now and then. It was a lovely form of torture, till she pushed him further of the bed as she suddenly shifted.

Stop moving sweetheart“, he laughed aloud this time. How could anyone possibly sleep this way? At a weird diagonal angle..

He watched Khushi rub her eyes with the back of her hand and stifle a yawn. “I saw a dream Arnavji. Usme amma thi, and your mother and jilebi. I..

Shhh..sleep“, he hushed her. The sound barely leaving his lips.

But, I have a plan..“, the sleep was gradually leaving her eyes.

Good, he thought. Now he needn’t fear waking her up. Since she was already awake he planned to take full advantage of the situation. He wound his arms around her and took those talkative lips between his own. The kiss was long and languorous. She moaned.

He was distracted and then completely shocked as she lightly nipped on his lower lip.

Now listen to my plan Arnav..“. It still thrilled him whenever she decided to drop the ji. It came at unexpected moments and he never tired of the surprise.

She sat up. Her pink kurta and unwound hair were in disarray making her look even more gorgeous, he decided.

We can blackmail di. If I go to AR Designs and work humein yakeen hain di bhi chalengi and then..

(I am sure di will also come to AR Designs)

He couldn’t help it. He took the fluffy white pillow from under his head and hit her with it. “What crap Khushi“, he declared as she stared open mouth at him. He knew even when he was sixteen he would not have indulged in a pillow fight and here he was hitting Khushi with a pillow! But he wanted to throw caution in the wind..

Her mouth was open in a pronounced “o“. He was going to kiss her some more, but she surprised him as always. A soft cushion had landed on his arm.

She quickly scrambled away giggling. He lunged after her. No thought of resisting the call of this gleeful seraph. Within minutes they were ducking, out of breath and laughing quite uncontrollably. Clutching her aching stomach, with a few tears of mirth rolling down her cheeks Khushi stood on top of the bed.

ASR jumped towards her in a final tackle. Pillows, feathers, Khushi and ASR landed with a loud thud as the low rise bed cracked from under them.

For a second they were too stunned to react. They lay on top of each other, across a broken bed, covered in down feathers. Quite breathless, they watched the white feathers still fluttering above, deciding on a perfect spot to settle.

ASR’s lips curved upwards as he wondered out loud. “I never ever in my wildest dreams thought I would break my bed having, of all the things, a pillow fight with my wife.“. “my wife…“, he said the words a second time and turned to watch Khushi.

Khushi had raised her hands to catch a few feathers still in flight. Her hair had quite a few white flecks on it as well. She gave her head a violent shake, sending more feathers flying again. It caused ASR to sneeze.

I always dreamed of watching feathers burst out of pillows after a pillow fight Arnavji“. She moved in excitement and and the bed gave way further. An even louder creak elicited from it this time.

They burst out into another round of laughter. Hiccuping, catching her breath, Khushi said, “hum dono“.

(Both of us..)

Kitne ajeeb hai“, ASR completed. His voice had such a sense of fulfillment, as if being ajeeb was exactly what every sane man’s aim in life must be.

(are strange)

A series of knocks on the door and whispers outside caught their attention. Khushi rushed to open the door.

The whole family was at the threshold. Nani was trying hard to keep a straight face. Payal, Akash and NK were giggling like a bunch of school kids. A sleepy OP was standing with a fidgeting goat in his arms, who leapt and made her way to probably investigate the interesting looking white feathers.

Mami’s sleep had vanished seeing her nephew sitting in an awkward angle on a clearly irreparable bed. She was all set to crack a joke about cricket and broken beds when Khushi started talking.

di.. Ye laad governor.. Humara matlab Arnavji won’t let me join office, but if upi join with me toh wo mana nai kar payenge. Ha keh dijiye di. Bahut mazza aayega.

(I mean Arnavji.. won’t be able to say no if you join office with me. Say yes. We will have lots of fun)

Di was nodding her head and laughing.

While everyone was trying to process if the feathers and state of bed where collateral damage of a sanka devi and business tycoon fight, Khushi had smoothly turned her head in ASR’s direction.

She winked. Then to make sure he was in on her plan, for good measure, she winked fast a few more times.

All ASR could think was this girl with pagal plans was his. He didn’t think he believed in such silly things as “forever“, but he wanted her. He wanted every moment of this crazy girl who he loved equally crazily. And he did not want it to ever end.

Hameshaa.. Whoever thought of the word must have undoubtedly been a genius…


Back to Chapter 26


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  • Reply
    Radhika S
    October 1, 2015 at 6:45 pm

    Hi Ms Rhea, Just read your completed story and liked it. Very well written fanfiction for a first timer. I too share your liking for IPKKND, Arnav & Khushi and Barun & Sanaya. All the best for your future endeavours.

    • Reply
      rhea sinha
      October 4, 2015 at 1:12 am

      Thank you so much for the lovely comment Radhika. Indi di and I met online thanks to our love for IPK and everything about it. I wanted to try to keep my story as close to IPK as possible. Am glad you enjoyed. And It’s good to see you here on the brew. Hope to see you around.

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    October 3, 2015 at 1:59 am

    Rhea I had such a delightful time reading this story of Arnav and Khushi . Thank you so much for giving all of us a place to come to and read about our favorite fictional characters (though Sanaya and Barun made them seem real). Looking forward to your next fanfic .

    • Reply
      rhea sinha
      October 4, 2015 at 1:14 am

      Hi rahsmi ending the story almost felt like IPK ended once more for me. But as long as we can share this common pagalpan we are happy hamesha. Hope you continue to enjoy your time on the brew. And thank s a lot the encouraging notes you leave us. Much appreciated.

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    October 30, 2015 at 2:54 am

    I hope you don’t take my comment the bad way.
    Clearly, I’m not in the target audience for this story for so many reasons, and I haven’t read all of it, but more than I would care to admit… It was an interesting peek into a very different culture, even more into a very different mindset. And I liked it in that aspect a lot!
    I want to try to tell why I don’t like this sort of love stories. Love is important, a focal point in our lives. But the interesting part is not getting to it. The interesting part is reconciling it with the rest of your life, nurturing it, seeing it fade, reviving or burying it. And most importantly, becoming a better person by all of this process. The movie Gone Girl is the most important movie I’ve seen about marriage in the recent years: talking about how you have to balance positive and negative feelings about the person you’re locked up with.
    All in all, I’d love your story as a preamble to story of struggle. One of domestic violence, of desperation, of cheating, of murder, of suicide, or even better, of endless greyness. Because all that starts here, with happy wows and a lot of snuggling.
    Also, this post of today made me comment here in the end:

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      rhea sinha
      October 30, 2015 at 3:17 pm

      I don’t mind at all and am laughing thinking of you trying to read through these chapters, I guess you must have figured out the characters are based off a tv series I watch. Actually, I didn’t realize that this gives a glimpse into a whole different world. Am happy it did for you.

      Lovely article (specially that first quote) and I couldn’t agree more with you that this mad giddy giggly love is just the start and the enduring sentiment is much vast and of varying shades. The highs and the lows all part of the journey that two people in love take together. Also, like the article mentions, and as I grow up I realize, loving is definitely an art.

      I’ll try explaining why I wrote this (my first multi chapter story) and similar writings. Around me I see a world full of strife, things we have come to accept as the way of life. We know in reality, that in a relationship there will be moments of discord between the sweetness. But, this here is my dream of always living in that high of happiness. Even the get out and shut ups by my hero are thrilling to the heroine. And I believe if we could we would all want to live this way or atleast I do.

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        October 31, 2015 at 7:21 am

        I like that approach a lot. I mean the striving for the ideal. If it’s more like a distraction from the reality, it hurts more than it helps (and that’s the case for many). But if you use it to explore what the ideal entails and how to implement (parts of) it in your life, you might do even better than analyzing the problems all the time…

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    rhea sinha
    November 1, 2015 at 4:56 am

    Astute observation about it hurting than helping. I do wonder if I tend to lean more towards the distraction from reality at times, but usually just the possibility of the ideal makes me immensely happy and at peace. And if as part of growing older I still end up keeping this enthusiasm and wonder then overall I guess that I will be lucky.

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    January 23, 2016 at 12:13 am

    Awesome work. I love happily ever afters

    • Reply
      rhea sinha
      January 24, 2016 at 7:38 am

      Thank you so much Shubhangi. I love happily ever afters too.. And Arnav Khushi deserve it too.

  • Reply
    March 2, 2016 at 5:55 am

    What an amazing story you have written. I just loved it.

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      rhea sinha
      March 3, 2016 at 11:49 am

      Thank you Pinky. Really nice to know you liked this fanfic. Welcome to the brew!

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    March 24, 2016 at 5:46 pm

    Absolutely loved everything
    I miss our magical pair so much that I was surfing for a fan fiction and I landed here
    I thank all my lucky stars.I also finished indi s index. What can I say….bowled over

    • Reply
      rhea sinha
      March 25, 2016 at 7:58 am

      Aww we are so happy you found us Smitha. This is a place we love to share what we love.. specially ipk. I miss ASR and Khushi too.. a lot. The first excitement and its magic still remains. And Indi dis characterization and writing bring that out so beautifully. This is my first attempt at a proper story, so thank you so much for liking and commenting.

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    June 20, 2016 at 5:40 pm

    Wow, what a lovely story Rhea. Loved it a lot.
    I loved how you didn’t delay things over here. When Arnav wanted to confess his love, he did. When the Guptas wanted reveal about Shyam, they did. When Arnav wanted to tell the same to Di, he did. When it was time for Babuji to heal and speak up, he did.
    I loved that Arnav never misunderstood Khushi.
    I loved that Di did not fight with her Chote for Shyam
    I loved that Shyam did not try to mislead Anjali any further by revealing his true side.
    I also loved that NK got to play the game of stealing shoes and later he even got Akash into the game. ?
    I loved how from OP to Nani, everyone was talking about how they knew from before that Arnav and Khushi would get together.
    I loved the cute love story of Akash and Payal.
    And mostly I loved how you incorporated all those memorable scenes through flashbacks or otherwise and spinned a lovely wholesome story.
    Well done Rhea. Thanks for this amazing ride. ☺

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      rhea sinha
      June 21, 2016 at 11:02 am

      Durga di thank you so much for leaving this lovely detailed comment. It was a short story, but 27 chapters long.. You know, at 1 point I realised that everything has to happen fast because there are only so few days between mehendi and shaadi…haha..

      Glad you enjoyed the side characters and their story arcs. I had lots of fun writing the dialogues for when everyone thought they first detected that love was in the air. Mohan and OP have become surprisingly popular!

      And I owe you a special thank you since your OS was such a happy sweet simple story. That along with Ritu di’s, Indi di’s and a few others.. all tempted me to write 1 of my own. An entire story that I wrote. This one is very very special to me.

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    poornima babani
    November 17, 2016 at 5:45 am

    hi Rhea,
    IPKKND ,i loved watching it and continue watching it on the internet , can’t seem to have enough of Arnav and Khushi. I read your whole ff in one go and really enjoyed it . I just loved it . It bought back memories of how excited and patiently waited for the lovely chemistry between them . I enjoyed your story as much or more than i enjoyed watching the show . you write very well and let me know if you have written any more offs would love to read them ,thanks

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    March 2, 2017 at 2:36 pm

    Hi Rhea,

    Over the past month I’ve been re-watching IPKKND for the first time since it aired, but the other day I actually stopped watching episode 185 right before it is revealed that Shyam, not Arnav meets Khushi on the rooftop terrace. I literally stopped the player while Khushi was still smiling (ridiculous, I know)!

    Knowing all the horribleness that comes after that rooftop scene, I just couldn’t bear to keep watching. To me the special magic of this show was always about the chemistry of Arshi, not the misunderstandings or some of the incredibly silly drama and unbelievable plot twists the show took, especially in the later episodes.

    But of course, IPKKND is so addictive that stopping mid-episode will not do. So I started daydreaming about an alternative resolution to the story, about the meeting and declaration of love on the rooftop actually happening… which inevitably lead me to browsing for fan fictions.

    And here we are. I have just emerged on the other side of reading your story basically in one go (I’m so behind on all my work now it’s not even funny), and wanted to let you know that to me, it was PERFECTION! As it progressed, I realised I like the way you told the story much, much better than the forced marriage track that actually happened in the series. The way you resolved several of the plot threads was done so well I wished they had actually shot the drama this way. Every character is given justice, Anjali comes out strong, Mamiji shows her nice side, there are really funny parts too, and, most importantly, Arnav and Khushi get to fall in love and experience it so, so, sooo beautifully! I could not stop reading, it was so well done. Maybe I’ll just pretend this is what actually happened in the series (oh who are we kidding, I will probably keep watching eventually, even though anything happening onwards from episode 185 cannot live up to your ff).

    Thank you so much for writing this and sharing it with the world!

    • Reply
      rhea sinha
      March 6, 2017 at 2:59 am

      Hi Elanoreth Thank you so much for taking the time to leave such a beautiful comment. It made me go back and re-read the truth revelation chapters. Like you I never did understand how Khushi could keep silent and not share the the truth with Arnavji. And however blinded by anger and hurt by betrayal would ASR not believe the truth? But even then we keep watching don’t we. My FF is how you will imagine IPK? what the thank you dammit.. We absolutely love ipk here. Hope you stay around and share this love and other stories with us.

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    March 15, 2017 at 1:29 pm

    Hi Rhea…I just finished reading the story and I absolutely loved it..I liked the blend of humour and romance and the fact that any kind of misunderstanding did not stretch for long….There was almost always a funny bit to counterbalance the sad portions… You write really well…Do keep writing and please let us know of it..fanfic or otherwise… Would love to read more of your writing 🙂

    • Reply
      rhea sinha
      March 19, 2017 at 2:23 pm

      Namrata am so happy to see you spotted that I wanted to add atleast 1 happy moment each chapter. It was tough. Hope the serious parts still felt real, but overall I always imagine Khushi and ASR happily and crazily in love. Thank you so much for saying those nice things. Makes me want to write more. We post new pieces here regularly. Hope to see you here again.

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    May 15, 2017 at 6:48 pm

    Beautiful epilogue to the beautiful couple..i really enjoyed my time while reading’s a perfect combo of IPK+romance+fun..
    Thank you for sharing this with us ..

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    manali garg
    August 29, 2018 at 3:27 am

    Loved the fan fiction.. very sweet one

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    October 15, 2018 at 8:40 pm

    What an amazing and lovely story you have written Rhea! I LOVEDDDDDDDDDD it so much!
    I am so glad I found this treasure and its still open to be read and savored. Please accept my hearty thank you for writing such a gem.
    Your writing skill is so smooth, and the way you built Arnav’s character and his love towards his crazy Khushi was so endearing. I wish the CVs of the real IPKKND had followed this script rather than the one they really did. This was so much more believable for an astute businessman than all that silly misunderstanding on the rooftop.

    Please let me know if I can read any other treasure written by you. I hope and wish by now you have become a full fledged author and gone ahead to write much more wonderful ones. You have indeed got the talent!

    • Reply
      rhea sinha
      October 18, 2018 at 11:03 am

      Thanks a lot Arthi for your kind words. Am so glad you found the story believable and well written. I love ASR’s character and wanted to give him a chance to believe Khushi. Plus I wanted to focus on the happy parts and not drag out the sadness. I always picture Arshi happily in love.
      We have a lot of fanfiction here on writersbrew. Hope you enjoy reading those and also other stories and articles we write. And special thank you for your wish to see me become an author 🙂 … Someday I hope…

  • Reply
    October 2, 2019 at 3:42 am

    Rhea, have read & commented through out. Epilogue was sugar & spice. Sankadevi dreaming about moms & Jalebi & LG trying to take advantage of the situation & his Pagli. Loved the winking scene ,in the show, how ASR was so shocked ( kyunki kuch hota hai ) when khushi baar baar kept winking at him, he desperately screamed ? stop it, at last while
    she kept the narrative going, What nahi Pot ,was so lol.Thanks for the memories & this SS .

    • Reply
      rhea sinha
      October 26, 2019 at 10:05 am

      Thank you thank you for all the comments. Loved talking about ipk again. And hope you keep coming to spend time at the brew,

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