Khushi: Arnav, you have to eat!

She protested as he rolled toward the living room.

Arnav: I don't have to do anything...

He replied without a backward glance. Khushi started to follow him, and then sat back in her chair. Their somewhat embittered discussion had stolen her appetite, too. It revealed so much of the frustration they had known in the past year since the engine of Arnav's plane had failed on takeoff from a friend's ranch and he had crashed.

Her own father had been killed in an air crash of a private plane, which Khushi had survived. The memory of that had been vivid when Khushi had flown to somewhere, uncertain whether Arnav would be dead or alive when she arrived.

Even when she got there, it was days before the doctors felt confident about his recovery. Their immediate concern had been stopping the internal bleeding and making the necessary repairs to keep him alive.

Khushi: Today he said that he wished his friend hadn't pulled him out of the plane. I understand how he must feel, but..

She pressed a hand against her mouth to check the sob that rose in her throat

Khushi: he doesn't seem to care anymore about anything, not even the company. Or me, she could have added, but didn't.

Aman: He denies that he cares because he cares too much.

Khushi: I wish I could believe that.

Heaven knew that she tried. 

read full chapter on my blog

https://arshifantasy.blogspot.com/2023/05/unconditional-love-part-2.html

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What do you think will Arnav able to come out of his misery with the help of Khushi?

Will he agree to take her hand to support him in all the way?