Note: Iam so much involved in my Arnav and khushi, that I could not think so soon of fast tracking the story and update. They have got the whole day to spend , it would be in-justice right, if I simply fast forward.? As I promised, i will surely pace the story once their trip is over. But till then please beer my imagination and crazy conversion of ours ARnav and Khushi..Ful Dil Se Dil tak...
They are alone, without any one bothering. Intricate details of their day coming for you..
Perhaps my longest update ..So read it aram se. but dont forget to comment
Splitting in 3 parts..
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PART 1
1:30 AM.
The moments of ARnav suddenly coming so close to her was stirring her entire emotions up and down. Sometime she smiled, sometime she was surprised, and sometime she was confused. Various different questions popping inside her over fuelled brain-, Last 30 hours of the day had been such a dramatic phase of her life- before in the party he was starring in a such a different way , now few minutes before he came so close to me.Is he by any chance....? NO, No Khushi.Why would he?. Iam thinking too much! He would have met countless like me. Haven't you seen Khushi, how much he argues with you!.
To put her brain to partially rest, she opened her personal diary and scribbled the latest events of last 24 hours.. and finished with below lines--
Why it is getting so difficult to tell him? But why should I tell him I am being his fan? Is it really necessary at this point? Iam scared sometime of his reaction. We can't be even friends because we are miles apart, our thinking and values are poles apart, but to be honest, iam just loving his company, Not because he is Arnav Singh Raijyada, but because he so true to himself and to others. May be he is right. We make things more complicated by lying. May be after a day or two we both will be departed to different places. I may never see him. But I have lied, and I have told him that I won't ever Lie and I will stand by it. I have to confess him.....Khushi face it. He is your arnav singh Raijyada..your's hero..!., but again, usko kuch pharak padega ,if I tell him iam being his fan? I don't think so...
She closed her diary and kept in her laptop bag safely. Only if she knew at that second, that this would remain the last entry in that diary. Only if she knew that this diary would change her world upside down.
If Sleep was becoming so difficult task for Khushi at the moment, it was for a change was so unlike for ARnav. He somehow did not feel to grab next tin of alcohol .His lips widened by recalling "bullet Raja", karate stuff. She was the lone women in his life who did not show a 1% chance of any interest in him, he wondered if any woman has least ignored this chance of sleeping with him or did not show any advances towards him. He thought about Khushi's innocence and how she sees the things from different perspective baffled him and just like thinking about her, he slept off easily.
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3AM
It was when Khushi shut her eyes off finally tossing and turning
5AM:
TINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Khushi stretched her hand to shut the alarm phone. It was ac old morning of that yet to start beautiful spring day. She squeezed herself more inside the soft cosy blanket and then sleep took over again.
Arnav woke up on his routine time. After many years he has woken up without dreaming about his mother. For the very first time, he felt light headed. He stretched his arms. After freshening up, he planned for his usual routine jog, which he never misses mainly because he loves to see the Sunrise, but not before dropping a message to his dad."I hope you have solid reason ready for replacing my music player!"

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Dil Se Dil Tak
FanfictionWhat happens when a famous actor "Arnav Singh Raijyada", meets his little quirky yet lovable fan "Khushi Kumari Gupta", an engineer by profession. He is a superstar who hardly cares for his fan, love his status, whereas Khushi is a huge fan of him...