Arnav returned to the hotel after 2am. He'd been unable to finish his drink, and unable to banish Khushi from his mind. The elevator doors opened and he stepped into his suite, leaving the keycard on a small side-table before sinking into one of the couches.
He sighed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and looked around for his phone.
I should read the messages, at least. Di would be worried.
He realized belatedly that he'd turned all the lights off but had returned to find most of them lit. He started seeing other things: he was sure he hadn't left his phone charging on the side-table, and there were new dirty dishes waiting to be collected.
Khushi?
His heart surged at the thought that she might be here, in this room, before he stamped out his happiness.
How could she be here?
Arnav walked to the spare bedroom and carefully opened the door. The room was empty, as untouched as he had left it. He sighed, disappointment mingling with his grief, and buried his brief elation that Khushi might be in London behind all his other emotions.
Goddamnit. When will I stop thinking about her?
He hadn't been thinking clearly since he left Delhi. Since he left Khushi. He must have forgotten about the phone and the dishes. Arnav made his way to the bedroom.
He cast off his jacket, loosened then discarded his tie, and flung away his shoes, frustration making his movements rough. He changed in the darkness, unwilling to confront himself in the mirrors, and threw himself onto the bed. He fell into an exhausted sleep almost immediately.
Arnav dreamt that Khushi was with him, her arm and leg flung over his body in her trademarked Taekwondo pose. He slipped his arms around her and crushed her closer.
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Forgive Her Anything (IPKKND AU) #Wattys2016
Fanfiction(IPKKND AU) In love with his brother-in-law's mistress, Arnav Singh Raizada is torn between his duties as a brother and his feelings for a woman who could destroy everything he loves. After giving his wife a final chance to explain herself at the ai...
