Chapter 1
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Back with another one, hope I'm not too annoying. Anyway, Tattoo on the Soul will mostly be a collection of angsty vignettes (mostly) not from the show, but short, fleeting moments that I made up since I don't have the kind of time to commit to a fanfiction. PLEASE do read and leave your thoughts.
1. Now that you're gone -
I wanted to explore Ishaani's thoughts for a change. I think her feelings towards Ranveer will catalyse with the entrance of Hritika, so this is what I came up with.
She couldn't remember why she had thought coming to the party was a good idea. She told herself that it was only because Chirag had insisted and she didn't have the energy to decline the offer, - not that she wanted to see Ranveer. After all, it was hosted by her father's closest friend - Mr Zaveri. He were celebrating the establishment of his partnership with RV...Ranveer, her mind eagerly supplied. The room was too bright - every bauble and glittering star that hung from the ceiling caught the light and blinded her. It reeked of money and sophistication. A part of her wondered since when was SHE repelled by wealth? She had grown up amidst it.
She knew the real problem.
Ranveer clad in a handsome tailor made suit and Hritika Zaveri hanging off his arm, looking stunning in a silver gown that shimmered and flowed like a river when she walked. Ishaani hated the way he laughed whenever she whispered something in his ears.
Jealousy.
Ishaani had never thought this was something she would feel regarding Ranveer. But she did.
She, Ishaani used to be the one who used to make him laugh like that - in those days when they were friends. Only she shared that kind of intimacy with him. There was a time when she had spent most of her growing up years with a boy who cared about her, whom she loved in her own way. She thought about how they would trudge into their secret den constantly bickering - drunk with laughter and warmth and companionship. When all they needed to sooth the wounds Baa had inflicted upon both of them with her scathing words was butterscotch ice-cream, noodles, DVDs and the comfort of each other's shadow. He laughed a lot around her - but sometimes, the mirth didn't reach his eyes, sometimes his eyes were hooded, as if harbouring a great secret. He had often caught her lost as she tried to figure out what was going on in his mind, and snapped her out of it with another trivial comment.
It frustrated her. She liked knowing things and she hated that Ranveer could keep his thoughts away from her, gaze withdrawn, back turned - the perfect picture of avoidance wrapped behind a smiling face. If he was good at being evasive then, now he was a master of a blank canvas, white strokes on a colourless piece of fabric. If he was endearing, warm shyness then, he was cold, impenetrable ice now. Before, he hid to hide his true feelings from her, but now, it seemed to be indifference rather than pretence. The way he treated her at his office - the caustic dismissal and cutting words. His priorities had changed, he had grown up from being that boy with only one concern - the concern being her.
The condensation that trickled down from her drink onto her fingers felt good on her hot skin, the air was stifling and the sight in front of her - unbearable.
She had to admit - it stung. It stung to see the person she yearned for now being in the arms of a stranger. It stung being around the person she had lost and now could never have, knowing it was her fault - she'd pushed him away until he was unattainable.
Chirag's hands squeezed hers, and she looked up at him with a forced smile, snapping out of her thoughts. Chirag, who had stood by her in these two years through all her hurdles - overcoming Ranveer's betrayal, the death of her father and losing all their property. She loved this man, she did.
Then why was it, that even after two years, Ranveer's presence still had an impact on her? It was as though his appearance itself had magnetic threads that pulled her to him, caused her to gravitate towards him - and she was helpless against that power. Chirag's touch, which had always felt so reassuring, now felt like restraining shackles that prevented her from reaching out to what she really desired.
And now as she looked at his face, she realized she wanted another pair of eyes to be looking and grinning at her - the man whose crooked smiles used to be able to instigate her own.
Ranveer.
She shook her head as she threw her drink back down her throat, the wine cool and crisp on her tongue. If he noticed her staring at him, he did nothing to acknowledge it.
It didn't surprise her that he pretended she wasn't there at all. He wanted revenge and she was the enemy. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't harbour that kind of hatred for him at all.
Instead of anger, his presence hit her with wave after wave of painful nostalgia. She so badly wanted to cling to familiar, comforting, happy memories rather than face the truth. She could rattle off his favourite list of food, his favourite book, song, movie and actress, even how he loved the cheap beer he snuck into his room from time to time as they drank and talked into the night.
But now, looking at him sip the $500 Scotch gingerly, she wasn't so sure anymore. Her shoulders slumped as reality hit her in the face.
He was different now. She had made him different.
And this party sucked.
INDEX
1. Now that you're gone - Above
2. No Escape - Pg 2
3. Unconditional - Pg 2
4.Yesterday, when you loved me - Pg 2
5. Hang me up to dry - Pg 2
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