Perfectly Imperfect

Authors Note: Thank you all for the number of comments and like on my other OS and FF, I'm new so I have no idea how to provide links or I would, and I have finals as of tomorrow or else I would reply to the wonderful comments, which I will as soon as my finals end promise!, but I really wanted to put this up first it literally popped in my head in the middle of me writing my term paper…lol gotta love ArHi!

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P.P.S. –Oh this is kinda a song inspired SS, so I'll be including a song for each chapter that is meant to be heard while reading the fic or before/after.

The song for this chapter is – Tomorrow, by-Chris Young

Tomorrow I'm gonna leave here.
I'm gonna let you go and walk away like every day I said I would.
And tomorrow, I'm gonna listen.
To that voice of reason inside my head telling me that we're no good.

But tonight I'm gonna give in one last time.
Rock you strong in these arms of mine.
Forget all the regrets that are bound to follow.
We're like fire and gasoline.
I'm no good for you.
You're no good for me.
We only bring each other tears and sorrow.
But tonight, I'm gonna love you like there's no tomorrow.

It was often purported that Arnav Singh Raizada had a more than formidable temper.

Not an incorrect assumption by any standards, but standing silently in front of his incensed wife as she told him off like an errant toddler he wondered if that notion shouldn't be more aptly directed towards his beautifully enraged better-half.

"Do you have any idea how late you are? Aap ko kya lagta hain, aap Arnav Singh Raizada ho toh bhagwan bhi apko liye intezaar karenge?"

Arnav couldn't help but bite back a smile as he mentally noted how beautiful her eyes looked when she was angry, he'd have to make sure he riled her up a bit more, he decided immediately, not enough to be relegated to the couch like he was last time he quickly amended- but just enough.

"….aur phir Mamiji ne bhi…aap has raheho?" Khushi asked more hurt than anything else, at what in her eyes was her husband's callousness. She knew he didn't believe in all the reeti-reewaj's she considered such an intricate part of her life, but he'd never laughed at her for them, he'd always understood, at least…he'd always seemed to understand. All together it was suddenly too much, the being there, the not being there the doubts, the feeling of never being enough, never being perfect, and with a knowledge born of heartache and a painful practicality Khushi realized that the doubters, the naysayers, the cynics…they were all right.

Arnav sobered immediately at the faint thread of hurt reproach in her voice, his hands reaching out for her the second the slight break in her voice registered, Damn it , he was an absolute idiot not the mention an ignorant ass- he should have known Khushi would be taking this seriously, how was it he managed a multimillion-dollar company with the ease of a child at play, yet he seemed to always manage to royally screw up when it came to his wife.

Khushi blinked back tears as she limply allowed her husband to enfold her in his arms, was this really how it was always going to be, him being to unaware of the little things that mattered to her and her being too weak to reject what comfort he would offer, no matter how fleeting no matter how nominal.

"Heyy…shuuussh…." Arnav murmured tenderly to the top of her head, his lips caressing the strands of her hair as he spoke, his heart clenching at the thought that he, no matter how inadvertently, was the reason behind the sparkling tears now cascading down his wife's eyes only to soak into the front of his waistcoat, as his hold on her tightened of its own accord. "Oh babe…you have to stop you're tearing me apart."

It was in that moment that Khushi decided- she was worse than an addict, she was beyond addicted, beyond redemption…and it had to stop…if not for her for the man she couldn't help but love. The very thought of walking away brought on a fresh onslaught of tears. Trembling, she clutched at the front of his shirt, kissing him with all the desperation she felt and all the fear, and all the heartbreaking grief, melting as always as he kissed her back, his kiss an embodiment of an apology of worship, and weakly she shut her mind to everything that told her to step away before the pain was unbearable and let him, knowing that in the dark days that would follow the memory of this kiss of this night would be what got her through.

One last time.

Just once.

Tomorrow I'll be stronger.
I'm not gonna break down and call you up when my heart calls out for you.
And tomorrow, you won't believe it,
but when I pass your house,
I won't stop no matter how bad I want to.

Baby when we're good, you know we're great.
But there's too much bad for us to think that there's anything worth trying to save.

Tomorrow, I'm gonna leave here.
I'm gonna let you go and walk away like every day I said I would.

Precap:

Her eyes bright with unshed tears, Khushi felt her heart shatter to pieces as she voiced her darkest fears, "Do you think…maybe we were wrong…maybe we weren't meant to be…ek saath, shayad …hum kuch zyada hi alag hain…shayad humare liye…."