I haven't really written anything on the DMG characters before. đł A happening that took place some time before around me made me write this. I dedicate this to the lovelorn and I wish him all the happiness in the world. =)
Here is the one shot. It has Armaan and Shilpa, and Riddhima in a bit too. You can call it an ArSh OS. đł
Please do read and leave in your comments. I'd be highly obliged. Please use "like". đ
P.S. Please pardon the errors, whatsoever. I have not gone through it. đł
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One Shot ' The Lovelorn
He put his glasses on the end of his nose and flicked through a patient's report. He'd be alright. He thought and passed on the file to a fellow doctor, Dr. Riddhima Modi.
Dr. Armaan Malik, 25 worked as a resident doctor in a well-known hospital named Sanjeevni. He was a man of caprice and wit. He had a heart of gold and his hunky looks used to leave girls in awe and guys in envy.
As Dr. Riddhima reviewed the report, Armaan stared at her. Her almond shaped eyes were shining as brightly as ever, but it was different. The shine in her eyes and the glow of her face wasn't because of him like before; it was because of her remarriage with her husband, Siddhant.
Armaan had dearly and deeply loved Riddhima. Those who knew them were certain about the fact that his love for her was irrevocable. Riddhima knew that too, however she really wished he could move on in life.
"Armaan, here's the report. You can give it to the patient, if you want to. Otherwise, we can call up his family members." She said, returning him the file.
"I will tell him." He flatly said.
"Wouldn't you congratulate me?" she asked.
"Of course, I will. Congratulations. Wish you a happy married life." He gave her a quick smile and left the room.
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Months passed, Armaan couldn't work with the regular vigor and zest in him. It was all coming back to him, the pain he used to go through before he had met Riddhima. He would pen down his feelings and compile them all in a diary. How he wished he could omit the past three years of his life but sadly, he knew that wouldn't be happening, anyhow.
As he stared at the velvety sky on a full moon night, he could feel emotion taking over him. An overwhelming grief knotted his stomach when he could actually visualize Riddhima everywhere around him that beautiful night.
Pins and needles ran up the back of his neck as he thought of the most beautifully spent days of his life. He indeed, loved her but more or less, love which is often considered a blessing, turned out to be a curse for him.
He couldn't hold back his feeling, anymore. He couldn't help but cry, anymore and henceforth, the lump that threatened to choke him did it all. He found it difficult to breath. Neither could he sleep nor could he lay awake in bed.
He wore a blue t-shirt to cover the upper portion of his body and slipped into his gliders. He made way right outside in the lonely night, walking aimlessly.
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Dr. Shilpa, who happened to be Dr. Riddhima's younger sister, fell head over heels in love with a senior at work, Dr. Malik. She had made up with her sister and was aware of the fact that the man her sister was in love with is the man she loves with all her heart and soul now.
She decided to confess and made way to Armaan's place. I hope he's awake. She thought as she hit the doorbell's switch. She rang it thrice but nobody opened the door. She heaved a sigh and was about to leave when she noticed that the door was already unlocked.
As soon as she entered the living room, she could see papers fallen here and there, the kitchen in an utmost shabby condition and all the windows of the house, open.
Is he alright? A worried Shilpa thought and ran toward Armaan's bedroom and to her surprise, he was not there. She got extremely worried, she went outside but before she left, she recollected a conversation with him in which he said he was in a habit of going for walks late in the night.
She sighed in relief and decided to wait for him. She cleaned up the kitchen mess for and head forth to the living room. She started compiling the papers lying here and there. She noticed her sister; Riddhima's in name in one of the papers and immediately made out what it was.
She sat heavily on the couch, reading the papers. How beautifully he has brought about his emotion with this poem. She thought and held the papers to her face. The sorrow was pulling at her heart now. A lone tear escaped her eye as she decided not to let him know her feelings.
Just then, lord knew how the answering machine got switched on and she could hear a message.
Armaan, the reports are negative! It's migraine . . . no clotting, thankfully. I am coming over to your place tomorrow morning so that we can visit some specialist.
She dint know who it was, she dint care to. All she knew was that along with mental pain, Armaan has been battling physical pains too. She was heart broken and felt utterly helpless.
How can God be so cruel to him all the time? He loved a girl, he lost her. He's been pained throughout and now, along with the mental pain . . . he's made to suffer physical pain too! She thought to herself. She lost her balance and fell down on the floor. Fat and bitter tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.
She decided to combat with him, support him.
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Armaan received Atul's phone call. He told him that he'd left a message in his answering machine but he dint reply, lately. Atul told him that his reports were negative. "Thanks champ. Bye. See you tomorrow." Armaan said and disconnected the call.
Even death isn't truthful to me. I thought death's inevitable and now that I want it, what I get is a two month long pain and I would be fine again. He thought to himself and laughed at his faith.
The lovelorn did not know what the coming days had got in store for him. He needed support and inspiration to start feeling alive again. He plainly breathed and pained himself.
He walked back home. He dint want to wander aimlessly, but his aim, his life was no longer his. She was somebody else's. He couldn't run away from reality. If not for my own self, I need to be strong for people who love me. I have no other choice. He thought and faked a smile.
He entered his house and saw everything neatly put in place. The kitchen was not messy, the papers were kept in place and the answering machine was switched on. He noticed two medicine bottles kept on the table along with his favorite ceramic glass, with his and his internship friends' picture on it. Under it, a note was kept. He picked it up and wondered who wrote it.
It said:
Hey Lovelorn,
Your medicines are kept near the glass. Have one tablet from each of the bottles right now and go straight to bed. You've wandered enough. Take care of yourself and remember you are not the only heartbroken person around. Ha!
Love,
Ms. Heartbroken
The note brought a smile to Armaan's face. Lately, he had forgotten how to smile, be happy and fool around like before but somehow, this particular gesture of Ms. Heartbroken cheered him up. After ages!
". . Shilpa . ." He softly said and displayed his dimples. <33
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