SS#Arshi's Son

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Jul 5

SS#Arshi's Son (By Farakhan) (Thanked: 56 times)




California, USA.

“Hi!” a young man of twenty flashed a smile at a nervous looking young woman with her hair tied in a braid.

Mira was standing leaning on the counter ordering two Lattes and one Black coffee and smiling politely at anyone who happened to passerby. She was 22, 5’9 tall and wearing knee length, black floral skirt with white silk loose blouse and four inches heel. She had green eyes and her full lips were painted shock-pink. 

“Hi...Do I know you?” she asked paying the bill and carefully holding the coffee package in her arms.

“No…” he smiled again.

“Oh….” she started walking toward the exit, he followed her.

“Do you live here? Never saw you around!” Mira examined the guy’s face and thought he was basically a pretty girl with panis. She bite her lip trying to stifle giggles at her silly thoughts. “What? Do I look like a joker?” He joked.

“No...of course not!” she spoke composing herself, a little embarrassed.

“You didn’t answer me!”

“I didn’t-?” then remembering his enquiry shook her head, “No. I came here with my boss...sir actually. On business trip.”

“Your boss?”

“Yeah, ASR,”

“He is a rude **** though, is he not?”

“Yeah….but you know he is nice sometimes. Actually a lot of times. He’s got a big, nice heart!”

“I’m sure he does.” the guy, whom Mira found unusual and weird kind, shrugged.

“You don’t like him. Do you?” They were nearing AR California branch.

“No. considering the way he broke up with all his girlfriends...”

“You seem to know a lot about him!” Mira mused.

“Sure. He is my father!” The guys spoke quietly.

“What-?” Mira stopped dead on her tracts.

“Just kidding!” He chortled and Mira held her hand to her heart.

“Damn you! I was gonna have a heart attack!” He just shook his head laughing. They started walking again.

“Hey,” he nudged his elbow in her ribs making her look at him a little startled, “Are you free tonight? Dua Lipa is coming around, I’ve got two VIP tickets.” He smirked and Mira, now standing facing him, contemplated for a minute.

“Have you been stalking me?” she asked indignantly.

“No. I saw you today for the first time!” He sounded surprised and Mira felt guilty for being rude.

“I’m’re asking for a date when we just-”

“-If you wanna come, call me!” he handed her a piece of paper and left. Mira stared at the number for a moment, realizing she’ll be late she ran inside the building thinking about the strange encounter.     

ASR’s son...she laughed at the thought.


The Hills, California.

Dining room,

The noise of fork and knife filled the room as 40 years old Khushi and her son who strikingly resemble her except his eyes, his eyes were that of Arnav’s, ate quietly and hurriedly because they didn’t want to miss the Football world cup finale. A few minutes earlier, before food arrived, they both were having a heated debate on who will win the match.

They both didn’t want England to win solely because it’s fans were annoying asses.

Zayn suddenly dropped his fork and looked at his mother, who despite being forty looked so much younger. When asked by anyone what was her secret of beauty and freshness, she always answered, “I’m un-problematic which saves me a lot of bull**** and burns.” But in reality, she wasn’t ‘unproblematic’. She had problem with anyone in business who tried to get ahead of her. She had problem with anyone who tried to harm him, Zayn, in any way no matter how trivial. 

And he loved her.

“But that’s not being problematic, hon! That’s love!” she would every time he reminded her that she was being problematic.

There was one topic, they never talked about: ASR. His father and her ex-incomplete-husband.  

And now he had to tell her. just like he told her about his encounter with Mira. He never hide anything from her. She was his best friend. She was his father and mother at the same time.

“He is here.”

“Who?” Khushi asked still engrossed in her food.




“What do you want me to say honey?”

“Not oh!”

“He is your father whom you refused to see!” she spoke letting the fork slip through her fingers.

“He hurt you mom! Whenever I hear his name, I’m reminded that you tried to kill yourself because of him!”

“Zayn!” Khushi said sternly, “Look at me!” he did and she spoke, “He is your father, dear. Don’t be so hard on him. We all make mistakes.”

“You didn’t!” he frowned.

“I did! I foolishly tried suicide!”

“Mom,  I’ve always wanted to ask this" he stopped for a second, " you still love him?” their eye contact broke when khushi looked down at her plate and vulnerability swallow her.

“Yes!” her voice shook and Zayn held her hand tight.

“Why? He’s done so wrong to you! He is a loser!”

“That’s the problem with love, Zayn, like darkness, once it enters your heart, it never really leaves!” Zayn stared at his mother and bite his lip.

“I love you,” he stood up, bent over her and kissed her cheek, embracing her.

“I love you more!” as she said those words, she decided, firmly that it was time for Arnav to re-enter her life. But this time on her terms.


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Jul 6

Arshi's son: next chapter "Ripple in the pool" is up! (By Farakhan) (Thanked: 88 times)

Chapter#2 (Please ignore typo errors!)

                                                        "Ripple in the pool"

“Do you reckon, she’ll call?” Zayn asked his mother, who was busy sorting her email inbox, rolled her eyes annoyed.

“She will call, don’t worry!” she said without taking her eyes off the Ipad’s screen.

“What if she doesn’t?”

“I dunno. Maybe you’ll find someone else…”

“Mom, I didn’t expect you to be this unempathetic!”

“I’m sorry honey but you are being impatient!”

“Guess I took it from you!” he pouted a little.

Khushi was about to retort with a witty comment but his phone rang, grabbing the phone with a wide grin he ran out of living room.

He came back hurriedly, “Mira said yes! I’m gonna go pick her!” kissing her cheek hastily, ran out. Khushi shook her head, resuming her work.  

After sending and reading all the important emails, khushi turned her attention back to Arnav. He was here. God knows why she still cared. Why she still loved him but she refused to ponder on such thoughts. She has to contact him before she changed her mind again. Yes, khushi Verman (that’s what she called herself after leaving home) had so many times in past made her mind to enlighten ASR of their son but every time, she ended up changing her mind for one or another reason no matter how trivial!

And now she didn’t want to lose her determination, not this time!

She grabbed her phone from the small coffee table and called her assistant.

“Yes, ma’m,” came her chirp through her phone.

“Can you tell me where ASR is staying? I need an appointment with him.”

“Yes, sure. Anything else, ma’m?”

“Do it fast. Like real fast!” Khushi heard her giggle.

“Oh, In a jiffy ma’m!” she cut the call and stared at the small idle of Devi Maya on the coffee table. Maybe she was praying or maybe plotting to avenge him, no one could tall for the world had taught her one thing: If you want to survive in the world, you must hide your emotions behind seven veils. Or like Elif Shafak would’ve said in the “harem”.

“Damn Arnav!” she tossed the phone somewhere on the table leaned back on the leather sofa.

This time, he’ll not control her. If anything, she’ll.

“You called!” He smiled toothly and Mira despite being nervous couldn’t hold her grin back either. This was her real first date. No one ever really asked out and when he did, she was conflicted. Of course she would be! She had only known him for like 10 minutes no less than 10 minutes! But then, this time, fluffy and soft Mira overcame every other version of her and she decided she would pretend it was a blind date.

“Are you ready?”

“Yep!” she hopped on his cool bike, he gave it kick-start and they sped off.

“Ma’m, he kinda is busy and can’t afford anymore appointments. His assistant said, he gotta go home soon!” Khushi rolled her eyes. Ever so arrogant ASR!  

“Did you find out where he is staying?”

“Yes, I emailed you!”

“Thank you, Lil! Consider a promotion on the way!”

“Well I earned it!” Khushi chuckled, she could almost see her faking haughty gestures.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow!”

She checked the address and stared at it for moment. Well Mr. Raizada, we meet again! She thought to herself as she grabbed the car keys and left the house, locked.

“One, don't pick up the phone

You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone

Two, don't let him in

You'll have to kick him out again

Three, don't be his friend

You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning

And if you're under him

You ain’t getting over him!”

They sang along aloud and Mira laughed. He stared at her all the while. How carefree and nice she was. He bite his lip. Someone who was so pretty but was unknown of its very presence.

Maybe he really liked her…

No you can’t like someone in just one day! But he knew he liked her. He liked the moment he saw her leaning on the counter smiling at everyone. How positive and powerful her presence felt.


Arnav Singh Raizada was busy. He was always busy doing one thing or another. He stretched his neck feeling exhausted but this deal have to end tomorrow. This place made him restless. But it’s ASR and everything seemed restless to him. Perhaps it was him who was restless all the time. Perhaps even Universe was against him. He didn’t know neither had the time to think of it. Khushi...the name rang in his head...she made him anxious. He bite his lip. Don’t think about her! He told himself but it never worked.

He always thought about her...

He closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing. Breathing exercise kept his anxiety at bay or at least for the moment it did. Fifteen years ago when he was wretched and vulnerable, his psychiatrist had taught him this breathing technique. It had been more helpful than the anti-depressants he took all those years.

Concentrating back on the work at hand, he typed away the new and better terms for deal in question.

“Sir...someone wants to see you!”

“Who-” but before he could complete his sentence the door flung open revealing her. He stood stunned to the point that he even forgot to breath. His hands shivered. Was he hallucinating again? His eyes pricked with tears as the realization dawned upon him: she was here, right in front of him. After twenty year, she was finally here. He had an urge to throw his arms around her but he stood motionless watching her order the footman to leave who persisted waiting for ASR’s approval, Arnav nodded and he left them alone.

“We need to talk!” He nodded again unable to utter a single word.

As the revelation of all he missed in her life dawned upon him, he sank in the chair wordlessly watching her go as she had come.

He couldn't find the courage to follow her or ask any question.

He was father. A ****ing Father! As the reality hit him, he stood bolt right and followed her out but before he could reach her, she was gone.

"He pulled out his phone called his secretary number two and ordered him to send Khushi Verma's current whereabouts.

If it was real real, he may as well face it now and here.


As the concert ended people poured out of arena in twos, threes and fives and groups of uncountables. They both walked out hand in hand which they found to be weird and awkward as they stood in open space with no one around. She pulled her hand back, blushing.

“Are you hungry?” he asked and Mira shook her head.

“It’s late, I’ve to call home!”

“OK. I’ll drop you.” she sat on his bike smiling and held him tightly as the bike picked up speed.

“We are leaving tomorrow,” She said looking down at her feet as they stood in front of ASR’s massive bungalow.

“So...I won’t see you again…” He spoke nodding his head as the realization struck like lightening him that she wasn’t going to stick around forever.

She held his hands and smiled, “It was best night of my life!” her eyes watered but she covered it with laughter, “Thank you!”

“Thank you for your time…” He smiled even though his heart was sinking. Why do everyone he likes go away?

When he thought she would walk away, she surprised him by moving closer, their lips almost touching. She looked in his eyes with swelling heart and kissed him. He seized the moment and kissed back almost immediately. She pulled away and turned her back to him and tottered in the dark toward the bungalow.

He stood there for a while, in this house lived his father and the woman he began to admire but he still didn’t dare take a step forward instead sped his bike away from the place towards his home.


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Jul 12

Arshi's Son: Next chapter "Condition" is up (By Farakhan) (Thanked: 51 times)

Chapter#3 (Nobody drinks soda at 12 in night except Zayn's parents LMAO )


Arnav sat there gazing blankly at his phone where Khushi Verma's Wikipedia page was on display which he read thrice to make sure he missed nothing. As he stared, he thought about the conversation they had just an hour ago about their son...his son. He couldn't get his head around the whole revelation which seemed too good to be true.

An hour ago,

He hastened to see khushi right after his Secretary-no-2 sent him her house address which to his surprise was not a block away. In a jiffy, he stood in front of the elegant, modern mid century bungalow. He had to swallow his nervousness several times before he could gather the courage to knock. She had been waiting and at third  (now impatient) knock, Khushi opened the door dressed in her pink loose night shalwar kameez. She still wore those traditional Indian suits, it made him smile. Her old-self was still buried beneath the American business-woman attire.

Khushi wasn't surprised. She knew him. He has not changed a bit. The same arrogant, impatient ****. She stood aside to let him in.

It was good that Zayn was still out on a date with his dad's secretary. He wouldn't be back for an hour of so.

"Couldn't wait for morning, could you?" Khushi asked pouring soda in two glasses as they sat in the living room on on of the couches.

"So...Zayn...who the hell gave the idea for this name?" He made a face, "don't tell me it was that awful singer..."

"That awful singer," she placed the glass on the coffee table and turned her attention to him, "Arnav, that awful singer never left my playlist, never left me. But you did..." she was sitting cross-legged with her arm on the back of sofa and back supported by its rolled arm, so she could look straight at his face.


"Arnav, this is not the time to open old chapters, let's talk about Zayn." She didn't want to hear his apologies or to know that he wasn't even sorry. Both were unbearable for khushi. In both cases she lost something.

"Why did you not-"

"-tell you before?" She spoke cutting him off.

"Yes." He simpered.

"When you married lavanya, I discovered, I was pregnant. I didn't want to ruin your wedding. Not matter what, lavanya was still my friend or once was. Moreover," her tone turned cryptic as she continued, "you would have taken him away from me like everything else." If he thought he felt ashamed before, it was an understatement compared to what he was feeling now. He abhorred himself. He just wished the earth will open up and dissolve him into nothingness.

He cleared his throat and asked the question burning on his tongue, "Why now?"

She had the answer ready, "because I can't delay anymore."

"Does he knows that know...I'm his-" he struggled with the word "father", his ears weren't accustomed to such words.

"-that you're his father? Yes, he does."

"Does he-?"

"He hates you, unfortunately." His stomach twisted painfully and he looked away from Khushi.  "He found out about "us" in a rather bad way..." she frowned as though lost in distant memory. "I can't tell you how...he will...look Arnav, he is a lot like you, he looks like me but his disposition is more like you than he realizes. And I think he hates being like you...and I don't want him to be ashamed of himself just because of something that happened 20 years ago. I think meeting you and getting to know you'll change his mind, for better or worse. I'm taking my chances."

Arnav considered her words and pondered aloud, "you want me to stay here?"

"No. Take him to India." He opened his mouth to say something but decided otherwise and simply nodded.

Mira walked in flushing and suppressing the blossoming smile.

"Hello...!" Mira greeted nervously which broke his trance and he looked up a little stunned.

“Hi.” He frowned a little annoyed at interruption.

“Do you need anything sir?”

She waited for him to say something but he didn’t so she called, “Sir.”

“No.” He said abruptly, Mira nodded and was about to leave when his voice stopped her “We’re staying for a few more day,” she nodded again like an obedient child and trotted toward his room. She too went to her room smiling to herself as she thought about the kiss and Zayn. Throwing her bag on the bed, she squealed and danced a little happily. Lying down, she closed her eyes and slept, for the first time forgeting her domestic chaos.

Arnav on the other hand couldn’t sleep. He laid awake, rehearsing in his head the conversation, he’ll have with his son.

Zayn...he murmured his name and closed his eyes.

“Hey…” Khushi stood up dropping the magazine she was reading on the side table.

“Mom! I’m not a little boy!” he said annoyed.

“I know honey-”

“-so why were you waiting?”

“Cause we needed to talk!” He frowned.

“What talk that can’t wait for 6 hours?”

“5 actually!” Khushi corrected him.

“I’m not waking up before 8!” He grimaced.

“But puja-”

“-Mom, we were going to talk.” Khushi sighed. She was sick of telling him to take more interest in religion but in this matter too, he is like his father. But that’s not what she has to worry about for now.

She breathe, “I talked to Arnav,” his frown deepened. “I told him about you.”

For a long minute, they bother stared at each other in silence.

“Why?” he whispered aloud.

“It’s time, you both know each other. You’ll go to India.” Khushi shrugged.


“I know you’re a big grown-up guy who can make his own decisions but not this one. I’m your mother. I made this decision and you’ll obey!”

“In your dreams!” he snorted.

“Zayn.” Her tone was grimmed which made him nervous.

He stared at her for a few moments, Khushi assumed he was making up excuses or plans to slip out of situation like he always did and was bracing herself for his reaction. When he spoke it stunned her momently, “I’ll go,” he said, “But on one condition…” Khushi raised her eyebrows in bewilderment as he worded his verdict, “You’ll come along.”


Never, in past twenty years, has she ever thought of going back. And now that her son (unexpectedly) suggested, it terrified her.

“Then, I am not going either.”


“-Mom I’m not going without you.” announcing his condition, he strided upstairs leaving perplexed and conflicted Khushi behind.  


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