Arnav

"I only want you, Khushi-ji. I don't accept Rani Sahiba as my wife. And this marriage is meaningless to me. Believe me, Khushi-ji, I love only you, and I love you a lot."

Tears spilled over his fingers and wrists, and into the fabric of his shirt.

"If that relationship holds no significance for you, then why don't you break your marriage? Leave Anjali-ji."

The first instinct of Arnav Singh Raizada, the scion who had built an empire from less than nothing, was to protect his sister from anything and everything.

Di, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, but I can't hide this from you. I have to tell you, even though it will cause a lot of pain.

He strode to his wardrobe and carelessly pulled out a set of clothes to change into.

Black with black with black, to match his mood.

And into this she came, still clad in burnt orange, her hands twisting and untwisting as she pressed the door closed behind her. Tears shone in her eyes.

"Arnav-ji, I have ... I have to tell you something."

Author's Note: RISHTAA is a happy story, a family story, and I need to be in a certain space to write it well.

Right now my head isn't in that space. It's here, in a darker, edgier, rather more painful story.

This story will not update to a schedule. I will write it when I can, and update it whenever possible.

If you choose to follow it, then I hope you like it :)