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18. A Bridge off Insanity???

Six More Days Later

Friday – Off The Following Week

1:00 PM– Khushi's Rented Appt – New Delhi

Arnav's POV

Khushi's at Red Fort, right now, in the middle of work with the rest of her archaeological group. It's been a hectic week for her, given that she started work, the very next morning, we returned from Amritsar. At 7 am, off the next morning, to be precise. Her work shift usually lasts for eight hours. 7 am to 3 PM. She's been allocated the morning shift of the restoration work for the next two months.

Honestly, I am just glad, that she has had the morning shift allocation for now, because that's given us all the time to ourselves, post 3 pm. Usually, I pick her up straight at Red Fort at 3pm – yes, you read that right. This gentleman from the past is finally able to get his way up and about in the present modern-day world – independently and confidently. I'v begun to manage it quite well as if – I, were a professional time traveller.

So, yes, once I pick up Khushi from work - we just spend the rest of the day together, doing our usual around the city – we roam around, we converse for hours, we dine out at times and then just come back home together, to unwind, rest, and spend the nights, passionately in each other's arms.

And there is this interesting pact, we arrived at together, as well. That we will not talk about anything related to my leaving, or how much limited time we have, until we get an actual update from Rahim, that he's found Professor's, research papers.( He's been at it ever since with Fiza, and uptil now, they'v finished rummaging through 9 of professor's trunks, and haven't found the relevant papers, yet. But they have still 2 more left to scavenge and Rahim is sure, he will find it eventually...)

Anyways, the fact is, that Khushi and me, both felt, that there was no need for us to waste our precious time together, thinking about the inevitable fate of our relationship, constantly as a weight, weighing down our hearts while we still had the time, to bask in the bliss of it. We both agreed that there, was no point, in preponing the shattering ache off it. Hence, we have spent the last six days, having the time of our lives with each other, as if there was everything normal about our situation. As if we were a normal couple, whose relationship was not time-bound by an inevitable fate...

So, how have I been spending my time in the mornings, when Khushi's at work??

When I am not reading, catching up on global updates of this century, watching an interesting movie of the modern times, listening to music – or trying my hand at cooking - I'v been using up the morning hours, to begin compiling up papers, evidences, that I intend to take back home with me. It's been quite a task, given that there is so much off it,I want to take back with me, but I know it's imperative I filter - given that I cannot risk carrying more than what would fit in a medium-sized backpack. Khushi knows, obviously. We made a pact to not talk about my leaving yet, but we both know, the importance of me, being prepped in terms of print outs, papers, pictures,evidences to take back....

I look around the house, and smile. It feels so empty to be here without her and yet this place also doesn't feel like just a house anymore. Feels, more like, Home, now. For in every corner of this house, I have extraordinary special memories with Khushi.When I first reached here, in this time, I never even imagined, I'd ever feel as comfortable enough in this time and century, or a place here for it to feel just like home...but perhaps...it not this time and century or even this place, that has led to the feeling. It's just all - Khushi. I surely feel this way, because, she is the one whose begun to feel like home...

My phone beeps in my hand, breaking my chain of thought. It's a text from Khushi. She texts me, whenever she can.

Her : Finished lunch?Arnav?? I got a five-minute break. So, thought to text you.

I smile and type.

Me : Yes, I finished lunch. Did you? Please tell me, you finished the entire tiffin box, I packed for you, this morning. You better have, Khushi.

In the past, few days, as mentioned, earlier,I have had some time to experiment my hands at cooking with you tube videos as my teachers. And I have discovered that I am quite passable at it. Not great. But passable, surely. I'v been enjoying packing Khushi a lunchbox, every morning, ever since she returned on her first day, complaining that she did not enjoy the food served to them for lunch much and did not have the time to take a longer break to step out off the forts vicinity to eat.

My phone beeps with her reply.

Her : Ofcourse, I did. I finished it all, down to the very last morsel. I knew, you would kill me otherwise. And I quite enjoyed it, it really was a delicious meal. Thank you. You are spoiling me, way too much though Arnav...I am telling you..

I smile and type.

Me : come on, we both know, the meal was passable given that I ate the same meal here, Khushi. It was not delicious, surely. Credit to you though, for actually tolerating my passable cooking skills every lunch, without complaining. And you know, I enjoy pampering you. You promised that you would allow me to pamper you in whatever ways, I deem fit...until...

Until I can. Until, I am here. I know I did not need to write further beyond the dots. She would understand. And I expect her to remind me of our pact in the next text.

Her : Well, the meal was delicious for me, because you cooked it. That's all. Period. And, why did you mention, until? Remember our pact?

Me : indeed, I do. And I just knew it, that you were going to remind me off the same.

Her : We are not to talk about the inevitable, Arnav.

Me : I know. Sorry.

Her : Now don't be sorry, ok? Okay tell me, have you finished packing? Remember to get my cabin bag with you when you come to pick me up, given that we will be heading to the airport straight from here then. We have to make it in time for our flight to Coimbatore..

Its Friday, today. We are headed to Ooty, later on in the day. For which, we must take a flight to Coimbatore, first and then it is a three hour drive to Ooty. We will surely reach there, late at night...

Me : Yes, my packing is done. All is set, Khushi. Don't worry. I will surely get your suitcase with me.

Her : I am so excited about being the one to take you on your very first flight experience of our times, Arnav.Now, cmon on, tell me, you aren't nervous about flying, are you???

I chuckle.

Me : not really. I am quite excited myself, on the contrary. Who would have thought, I'd actually be sitting in a commercial plane one day, given that the commonality of existence of the same is yet to come around in my time...

Her : And I am so very excited to hear that. Its going to be a long day off travel, this evening. But, boy, I am excited as well. I will surely be capturing the expression on your face, when we take off in the plane and at landing too..or maybe..all throughout..

I chuckle at that. And suddenly, I realise, that it indeed, is going to be quite a long day for Khushi, given that she started work early, and I did not let her get enough sleep last night, because, well, once she is in my arms, it is impossible for me to get my hands off her, to get my lips off hers, to get my limbs untied from hers. (We have moved into one room together, post our return from Amritsar.) Only I know, how difficult it has been for me to execute restrain in our passionate sensuous moments, so as to not go all the way through the traditional act of lovemaking, despite my aching desire to just bury myself in her. It isn't because, I don't want to. Of course, I want to. But, I haven't because, because, traditional lovemaking can usually lead to life-changing consequences for the woman in the form of pregnancy. And I cannot risk that with Khushi. I will leave eventually. I have not voiced this to her openly, but I know, Khushi understands. She understands, why I'v been refraining, to engage in the traditional act...

But that does not mean, we haven't driven each other insane, in our passionate moments. We, most surely have. We have made love to one another, in every other intimate way possible, with hands, lips, deep caresses on every inch of the other's body, in the ways, that our deeply sensual, excruciatingly exquisite and poignant.

Her text pulls me out of my thought.

Her : ?????? you there? what are you thinking?

Me : I was just thinking, how I did not let you get enough sleep last night, Khushi. I am sorry, I should have. Given that I was completely aware, that it was going to be quiet long day for you...with our travel to Ooty straight from your work...

My phone beeps in five seconds.

Her : Don't you ever apologize for not letting me get enough sleep. I wanted it that way, remember? And even if I did sleep a few hours, it felt like a full night's peaceful sleep, because of your arms, wrapped, around me. I love sleeping in your arms, Arnav, and I love waking up to your kisses. You know that.

I smile.

Me : Well,yes, I know that. Just like you know, I love it too.

Her : I know. Ok, listen, I must rush now. Also, I did just finally receive a message from the broker that our meeting with Akshay is finally confirmed for 2:00 PM – tomorrow. I have quickly dropped bhai a thank you for all his help on this. See you at 3pm. Tata...

Me : Alright, you get back to work. I will see you at 3pm. Sharp. Infact, I will be there prior. I will also drop, Vikram, a text.

She replies an emoticon of a heart in return and I finally put my phone down. Before, I get around to telling you all - about Akshay, who??? – I must write a thanks to Vikram as well. As always, he's been really helpful in context. And because, I mentioned him, got to update, that he obviously knows that we met Rahim and everything that followed down to every little detail. I'v spotted so much relief in his eyes ever since, on every video call, because,well, now he believes, that I will surely leave soon and Khushi will be freed from the temptation of acting on her feelings for me. We have continued to play pretend in front of him, as Khushi wanted. He has no idea, we are together...

So, who is this man Akshay that we will be meeting tomorrow, in Ooty? Well, he is supposed to be one of our family descendants.

Aksay Singh Raizada.

So, the minute we had narrowed down on Ooty post meeting Rahim, Khushi had obviously dived into the black hole of internet/google and modern day social media networks to dish out as much information as she could about the Raizada's in Ooty. And she discovered, through a business network platform called Linkedin – that currently the Raizada Tea Estates & Industries – was being managed by the three brothers of the Raizada family. The eldest, Akshay Singh Raizada was the overall head in command - the CEO. The middle brother, Anubhav Singh Raizada, was the one who looked into the entire manufacturing etc. And the youngest – Abir Singh Raizada – was the one who managed the export division. The network, also had their professional photographs up on it and one look at them, I knew, these brothers were surely Akash's( my cousin : my chahcha's son's) bloodline. How did I know, with just one look? Because of some familiar physical facial feature, of course. One of them, had Akash's eyes, the other his chin, the other a similar face cut...

It was too obvious to ignore.

Then, Khushi had tracked down the official website, etc and the – Our Story – section of the website had revealed that the work heritage off the Raizada's into the tea estates in Ooty went back to 1947 when they'd moved to Ooty from Lahore and decided to get into the venture, post acquiring, eleven prominent tea estates in the area( Which further confirmed, our premise, that they were our family's descendants). The website, also relayed, how it's been a successful family business ever since through generations, with the Raizada's now coming around to owning all of the major tea estates in Ooty and Coonoor. The website had all the professional details of the business development over decades off time..

And meanwhile, the website, did give us insight into everything professional, Khushi had put Vikram on the task to figure out the way to get us a meeting with one of these brothers on our scheduled visit to Ooty . Vikram had dived in – into it all - with great vigour and then he had soon discovered that the Raizada's were looking to churn out a few of their unproductive land parcels in Ooty so that they could take up huge commercial holdings in Bangalore, which would then just add onto their rental income portfolio...

Now Vikram being as tenacious as he was to the task at hand, managed to get in touch with the local brokers in Ooty who were incharge of these deals on Raizada's behalf, pretending to be an interested buyer. He mentioned, to the brokers that given his commitment to his summer school responsibilities as professor, it would be his sister who would visit these lands on his behalf, first, to do the initial reiki, given that she was in India, for the summer. And hence, we now have a meeting fixed with Akshay Singh Raizada at 2pm( given that he was the only brother in, in Ooty at the moment ) – at the location of the land parcel, they were intending to sell and Vikram had feigned interest in to purchase..

Oh well, I may not be nervous about taking on my first flight but I surely am nervous about meeting these descendants because I don't know what is it that I will discover about the fate of all my family members,(the members I know and love) - finally. Ideally, I would love to discover that I was able to get everyone migrated out safely – that no one was left behind. In addition to that, I am nervous about discovering my personal fate – as well...

I mean, I am quite dreading, the discovery of a descendant that could bear any resemblance to me, because well, that could mean, they would be an extension of my bloodline, which could mean, that I might have married someone eventually...(given that this future might display the outcome of events, as is – without the affect of any changes I could/would make post my time travel...)

I shudder.

Because, that is a possibility I simply do not want to even comprehend in my head. For, now that I have experienced what it feels like to be with Khushi, everything's changed for me, within. I cannot even imagine, thinking of being with another woman - ever. Khushi just doesn't know it yet, or perhaps, would never know – but I intend to stay loyal to just her – all my life. I always intended to be – a one-woman man. And she is, it for me. My woman. My only woman. My one and only...

And perhaps, that is why, deep within I am shuddering at the possibility of discovering my very own bloodline descendants, because now I know, I intend to go back to my time, with the intention of never marrying ever - so it feels like – I will be jeopardizing the very existence of these bloodline descendants then? Because, a professor explained, past and future, have a cause and affect relationship, if an element in the past changes, the similar context of the element in future will change too...

Oh, I don't know how that would all work out technically, perhaps, Rahim would have answers for me. But I know even if that came as an eventual cost, I would do it. Because, I most surely, will never marry upon my return to my time. I will stay loyal to Khushi in my own way. By holding onto her, memories.And I am not a fool. I know what that means. It means, that I am hopelessly and irrevocably in love – with Khushi Gupta. And I don't regret it, one bit. You know like they say in your modern day movies, often? It is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all!!

I love Khushi.

I love her so dammed much. With an intensity, that is far deeper than I'd ever imagined feeling romantically, which is why, stocking up these memories of her/with her – is so very crucial for my heart. It's got to last me a lifetime, after all.

And just like that, momentarily, the ache of the reality, is back. The ache of our relationship's inevitable fate – is back to consume my heart, my body, my very soul. I promised, Khushi, we would not talk about it loud, but that does not mean, I can't think about it. I am sure, she does think about it, too...

But - just the thought off spending the rest/majority off my lifetime away from her, wrenches my soul, so deep, so bad, as if a million needles were piercing me all over and all at once, which lead me to shove the thought back under the carpet of my mind, forcefully, yet again. No, Arnav. No. Don't even think about it. You are just not ready to address, it...

Thankfully, my phone buzzes just then, causing my mind to pay attention to the diversion. I was expecting Vikram's call. But it is not Vikram. It is Rahim. He's calling. On Video Call. He'd mentioned, he'd call, when he'd discovered something substantial in Professor's trunks. Looks like, he finally has...

I pick up the call instantly and see his euphoric face fill in my screen ,his voice coming through, quite thoroughly delighted – " I found it, Arnav. I found it. I found his all research papers, the core files, I found it all - finally. It was all in the last trunk. The very second, I opened the trunk, I spotted the infinity symbol on the inside and I just knew it then, that this was the trunk that held it all. And guess, what? I did not just discover all his research, files, papers, we also found five different sets of those vintage wires, lying right at the bottom, stacked up one on top of another, and they do not seem to be damaged. The condition of all of it plus the papers is quite fragile, ofcourse, but it is not damaged....,"and he pauses to just flip the phone to show me the sight of Fiza still rummaging through the trunk with her phone in hand,which I assume she would be using for translation purposes -and he continues excited – " here...see...see it for yourself....Arnav...see...that's the trunk. Fiza's got her head into it, still,we found it all about two hours ago, but only calling you now...post getting an insight into the context of the papers, with our translator...and as you can see...Fiza is still at it...but we'v discovered with a brief glance through it all that this trunk should have all the workings that went into making of the gadget Arnav. It is all we need. And,yes, we also think, this prototype of the design he made, is made to just work for one time traveller – safely.....but you know what this means don't you? Now I can finally say, with conviction that as soon as I translate this work, understand it, work on fixing the gadget, accordingly– we will be able to get you back to your time..quite safely.....indeed...."

A part of my heart that's utterly devoted to my family leaps in joy and then the remainder of it – that is irrevocably in love with Khushi, crashes in agony too. Oh, the conflict of my emotions.I pray a man must never be succumbed to a choice between the love of his life, and the love/safety for his family – like I have been too – in this entire situation....

Fiza's excited voice falls in my ears – "Allah, it's really all in here Rahim. It really is all in here. Its everything we need. Everything, we could ever imagine.The discovery of this, is quite monumental. Now, I don't mind, the rest of your family, thinking we have lost our marbles, for being locked in this room all week...."

They haven't told anyone at home that were intending to break through Professor's trunks. Everyone, at Rahim's place thinks, they'v just decided to use the room, for their own research work and Rahim had used the excuse that given that he was the only ancestor into physics as deep as Professor was – it made sense to work out of that room on the terrace of their family home, which used to be Professor's work zone. The fact that his Abbu is yet to return from the holiday, has helped his cause.

Rahim goes on excited now – " We will come to Delhi, Monday evening. Arnav. You would have returned from Ooty by then...,"and he pauses and asks straight up – "wait, what is wrong with you, Arnav?? why do you not look excited about this???"

I shake my head trying to compose my turmoil – " Nothing. Nothing is wrong with me, Rahim.."

He narrows his eyes – " I just told you, the news, you'v been waiting to here, ever since you have landed here in our time, Arnav. You should look like a man whose been shot up to space in glee and yet you look nothing better than a white anguished ghost. You'v paled. Your eyes are haunted in agony....,"and he pauses and then asks suddenly – " You are in love with her, aren't you? You are in love with Khush? That is why the agony?? Surely, that is the reason your heart is conflicted?"

I looked at him surprised at that. I didn't know it was so obvious on my face. I ask shrugging – " is it that obvious? On my face??"

He shrugs – " oh yes, it is. It is in your eyes. On your face. Its just in the way you look at her. I knew it the very first time I met you both, a week ago. That you two were in the middle of falling in love with one another. Anybody, whose been in love, can take a look at you two together and just know...."

I admit gulping angst - " well yes, I am in love with her. I don't know, if she is in love with me, though. She has deep feelings for me, surely. But I don't know, if she would call it love..."

And surprisingly, Fiza's voice falls in my ears – "ask him, has he told her, at least? Does she know, he is in love with her??"

Rahim did not have to repeat the question. I answer – " I have not told her...yet...Fiza..."

Fiza's obvious voice comes through – " Did it ever occur to you,Arnav, that, that could be the precise reason, why she has not mentioned the same..."

My eyes widen. Rahim nods – " I beleive, Khushi is in love with you, too. She probably hasn't said it yet, because you haven't....."

I sigh, haunted by flashes off our precious moments, our sensuous intimacy, the way she looks at me, holds me, caresses me – " Perhaps..you are right..,"and the heartbreaking ache is back to grip my soul .

And just like that as Fiza's distracted voice falls in my ears with her stating something like – " just tell her...Arnav...tell her you love her...," and I continue to look at Rahim's face as he nods in agreement – with this soul shattering ache consuming all of me - suddenly a thought erupts in my brain out of nowhere - that changes everything.

My heart stops beating, for a second, it really does. Because,just like that in a split of a second – this thought's changed everything, in every sense within the lanes of my mind and heart. It's a thought stemmed out of sheer lunacy or perhaps...it was the ache, my angst that led to the birth of it, in some sort of my minds attempt to desperately think of another way out....

And all I can do is gape at Rahim for one full stunned minute before whispering my entire demeanour altering to that off craze and excitement – " Oh My God. Oh My God. Rahim. Fiza. I figured it out. I found a solution..."

Rahim gapes at me again – "What is wrong with you? Arnav? One minute, you were looking like an anguished ghost now you are looking like a man on cloud nine. What do you mean? What solution? What is this solution??"

And at that – I get up from my spot – finally feeling like that very elated man on Cloud Nine as I answered, pacing excited - " I just realised, something monumental, Rahim. I have found a solution. Perhaps, there is a way through which the fate of my relationship with Khushi, does not have to be inevitable. It does not have to be time-bound. There is indeed another way out. It is crazy. But it is still a way out..."

Rahim narrowed his eyes – " and you realised that while gaping at me like a ghost??"

I nod frantically rushing to explain – " Indeed, you can totally take the credit for being the trigger for this realisation, in this moment of time, Rahim. In combination with my angst. But, you as well.You are trigger for it and rightly so, because you are the one - who can be that - Bridge – that can turn it all around for us, Rahim.As in, turn it all around for Khushi and me. Not just you, alone. But Professor, too. You both can be that bridge for us. Oh,why did this not occur to me earlier??????? Perhaps, because I didn't know of a safe passage of return. But now, I know that, because of you. And suddenly, that's changed everything. That changes everything. Professor got me here once, you will get me back eventually, so does that not also imply that he can get me back here again eventually the second time around as well and you can help me...return whenever I want...as well....as in...when I go back, and just in case the gadget breaks on impact yet again...professor can fix it...and I can use it again to come back here...to Khushi...once I have got everything in order/everyone safe back in my time...and once I land here... just in case the gadget breaks again...you can help me fix it. You and your great grandfather, can both can help me go to and fro...across time...again and again...so that I don't ever have to choose in between Khushi and my family, and neither would she have to choose between me or her family. We can still be together. Yes, it would be the most unsual sorts of relationship, through and across time, but at least, I will be able to see her again and again. If you promise to help me, I could travel to and fro across time, no matter how many times...needed...right?????,"and I pause in my lover boys excitement as a nagging thought arises reminding me that both her previous relationships ended due to long distance and well, my idea, goes way beyond that – " provided, Khushi is ready to wait for me...to return. Do you think she'd be ready to wait for me?? do you think, she would sign up for something like this? A relationship with me, through and across, time???????"

Fiza's surprised voice comes through – " Did he just say he is ready to time travel to and fro as many times, needed, through & across time, for Khushi??"

I admit on reflex as the picture becomes clear in my head and heart – " Yes, I did just say that Fiza. Because, I just realised I can do this for her. I can come back for her. I will come back for her. I want to come back for her. Once, I get my family to agree to migrate faster on the basis of all the proof's I carry back, and our migration to Ooty is done,I will come back for Khushi. She is the reason enough for me, to make my return...eventually...,"and I ask Rahim again restless - " do you think, she will wait for me, though?????? why didn't you answer me the first time around??also please, guarantee, your help on this fast? Please say, you will have studied Professor's research in so much detail whilst I am gone that when I return here, with whatever broken state the gadget is in, you will be able to fix it........"

Rahim just smiled and shrugged, and I thought I spotted mischief in his eyes – " well, ofcourse, I will guarantee my help to you on this, Arnav. I understand, love, don't I? We both do. So, trust us, when we say, we will be able to fix the gadget every single time, you bring it to us broken and well, I am sure, my great grandfather will be able to do the same, given that he made it in the first place, so I don't doubt the execution, off this theory of your going to and fro through time – often. You sound mad, though..."

Fiza chuckles – " He sounds like a man madly in love....."

Rahim chuckled – " But, we understand ,oh the things one does for love. Fiza, we'v come across some unusual stuff across various love stories we'v heard. But for someone to want to commit, to succumbing to the probability of being a perpetual time traveller, to live the rest of his life, in bits and pieces, short intervals, across two centuries, instead of belonging wholly to just one era, is surely a first...,"and he pauses – " it is quite a drastic call, though, on your behalf, Arnav. A drastic call, that will change so very much for you..."

I chuckle on reflex, feeling as light as a feather in relief and joy, all that ache, simply vanished , now that I had figured out a solution even though it was quite an unsual and insane– " well, I know, it is drastic decision.But I don't mind, making it. I know, it will change a lot for me, but I don't mind adapting to the change. If I have to live the rest of my life time travelling to and fro in two time era's just so that I can be with Khushi, along with seeing/being with my family on and off, then so be it. I know I sound, stark raving mad. But I guess, in the light of no other sensible options, one's got to find a way through the vortex off insanity. A man in love is got to do what a man in love has got to do, because, I don't think I have it in me to give up on her, just like I cannot give up on my family, either....,"and I pause again realising, Rahim had escaped answering the other bit I'd asked this time again – " And,oh, just tell me, will you? Do you think, Khushi will agree to wait for me??? will she agree to sign up for this?"

Rahim smiles – " well, you will have to ask her that, for yourself Arnav. We could not presume on her behalf. Your suggestion, is quite unusual...afterall..isn't it? It's not the usual long-distance relationship you are suggesting. It's so much more. It's a one – through and across time.Because, if she were to agree to this, she'd have to sign up to coping with your disappearance every now and then, with no way to be touch with you/no way to communicate with you. It would be the same for you, as well. But, she'd also just have to wait and wait, endlessly, just like you would have to, for god knows, how long/ and how many intervals.... until the times you would eventually return, for a short while of your stay here in this time....with her. Yes, I believe, she is in love with you too. But nonetheless, this is quite a hard ask, or expectation from one's romantic partner...Arnav. In our modern day, world, here, people find it hard to make it work, when one of the two in a couple relocates, cities, or countries.And you are suggesting, way more than that. You are from 1944, Arnav. But, Khushi, is from these times....."

I nod at that – feeling nervous again– " I know, it's a hard ask, Rahim. But I am willing to address this with her, nonetheless. I will talk to her tonight post reaching Ooty, I cannot have this discussion in transit, obviously. And I will respect her decision, no matter what it is..."and Rahim nods – " Indeed, talk to her, tonight, then. Atleast, you will know, you tried your best...."

I eye Rahim - " Please don't tell her, that you found the papers in context, Rahim. I want to be the one to tell her. We'd anyway decided to discuss my leaving, only post having an update from you..."

Rahim nodded – " I know. I figured, you would wish to be the one to tell her, which is why I called you first....,"and then we exchanged nods -before he exclaimed something about how I should now let him return his attention to the research file and we exchange pleasant smiles – and I finally cut the call.

And, what do I do next?

I take a few moments, to think, through my insane solution. I know, it is crazy and difficult but to my mind and heart, it at least seemed to be the only way out...

Heavens,I was ready to do this – for her. But would she be ready to wait for me to return?? every single time – I went back...??

My mind reminds me yet again, that her previous relationship, ended due to long distance factors. But my heart, that is so desperately in love with her, reminds me, surely to her I am different. What she feels for me, is quite surely deeper and different. And hence, all I can do is momentarily pray, that what she feels for me is indeed, Love.

Yes, I surely love her enough to build this - Bridge of Insanity for her – but did she?? Did she love me enough to sign up on this with me?????? For me??????

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HOWWZAAAT GUYS?

Hope you all enjoyed reading this update. I loved writing and compiling it so much...😉 Also no shoes, at me for stopping there. 😉😉😉

Oh do tell, Did any of you even expect, that Arnav would come up with a solution like this to eventually suggest to Khushi to keep their relationship going????????????? Oh, what can I say, he is a man, deeply, madly and quite irrevocably in Love. He has no other option but to adopt to insanity, for the sake of his heart😉😉

Next Update : Monday/ Tuesday Night

Thanks so much guys. Have great weekend.

Much Love * Infinite Gratitude

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Prachi