ArShi One Shots [compiled]

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originally written and posted on December 31, 2013 on India-forums;

Small glittering candlelight illuminated the empty dark room. She was sitting at the wooden desk immersed in her own little world. Inhaling the musky scent that spread after the rain, she broke from her trance and picked up the pen again.

He was lazily sprawled on the ancient wooden bed behind her. 'This was supposed to be a honeymoon. Their time alone,' he thought watching her creamy skin glow against the soft candlelight.

She pushed back the strand of hair that fell on her forehead and pulled open the pen's cartridge, filling it with an ink container placed on the corner of the wooden desk. The pages of the notebook appeared yellowish against the fire as she flipped open the small notebook.

"Khushi." He called from behind

"Hmm?" she mumbled back, her voice echoing in the small wooden room.

"Why do you write? You never used to write before?" he asked, "Not that I mind but..."

"Because this way I can get everything out of me without pulling someone else in between," she replied still leaning over the desk, the nip of the pen smoothly flowing over the paper.

"What do you mean?" he uttered feeling a bit left out from the life of a person who was his entire world.

"I mean that sometimes, sometimes I need to clear my mind and I need to see what was that was bothering me. I can talk all day long with you, jiji, or even Devi Mayyian but after talking, I am never able to pluck it all apart. When I write, everything starts becoming clear."

She turned around looked at him. Soft candlelight fell on half of his face and arm. "Why'd you ask me?"

"I don't know. You surprise me every day with something new and look. You did it again." He replied chuckling

"Sometimes life's "what if's" are better written by us than someone else. After all, aren't we all stories in the end?" she closed the notebook placing it back inside her purse, which he had gifted her. The melting wax dropped over the cap of her pen as she smiled. Hanging the bag on the chair, she got up and walked towards him. His eyes followed her.

She pushed away her sandals and wrapped her petite figure around him. "Happy New Year Arnav ji." she whispered, "I promise not to insist on road trips from now on."

He chuckled as he leaned in to press his lips against hers. "Happy New Years Love."