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Hey guys
<<<<<<<<< Firstly, anyone recognise the elephant?
Well, in my defense this idea came to me when I was punching holes for my revision cards so yeah technically I was revising.
Let's all pray this is my last OS for the benefit of you guys and obviously myself. Music inspired OS link below.
Right.
This is to do with the current track of the show. Now I know you lot are going to hate me for this, but Erm Viren's dead. Dont worry, the fat guy and the scrawny guy are in jail. This is probably not going to happen, considering nobody dies on TV unless they quit or come back alive. But I thought with this current track they could (I'm trying to find a nice word for kill) oh, they could eliminate Viren and have Jeevika in depression. The show is call Ek Hazaaron Mein Meri Behna Hain, so this is an OS trying to show that.
As always, I can sometimes be a tiny bit random so what your about to read maybe utter nonsense.
Fix you
She walked up to her sister.
No longer did she wear the vibrant colours that once made up her identity. No longer did the small space on her sister's head grace the bright, red vermillion, nor could she see the black, holy thread grace her neck. Her arms which were once filled with the tiny clattering noises of bangles now remained dangerously silent and her eyes stared in to nowhere.
Maanvi dragged her heavy feet towards the sister whose sacrifice saved her from death's ever so strong pull. A sacrifice which meant that even if she lived for a hundred years, she would always be forever in debt.
She held her tears in and dropped on to the floor hugging her lifeless sister in hope for the warmth which she was so used to receiving engulf itself around her.
"Di," she whispered, scared of the sudden coldness of her sister's skin.
No response came. No sweet, melodic voice answered back. No soft, warm smile graced her sister's lips nor did a loving touch stroke her hair.
Maanvi shook her body softly at first, trying to bring her back but it quickly led to vigorous movements.
"DI! DI!" she screamed and cried.
A strong pair of arms grabbed her shoulders and lifted her away as tried to kick and push back to her sister.
"Let me go! Let me go to her, let me go to my Di."
Viraat hushed her softly and took her away.
"Why isn't she speaking Viraat?" she whimpered letting him rock her slowly.
"Give her time partner."
"How much more time? It's been three months ever since-"
She felt his grip stiffen and she looked up in to his sullen eyes.
"I'm so sorry," she said stroking his cheek.
He shook his head and smiled sadly.
"If only we listened to you."
"If only I spoke sooner."
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She took a deep breath and pushed open the door with her elbow.
"Breakfast is served," she said cheerfully in to the closed curtain room with no source of light except one; a dim lamp near his picture.
Maanvi walked in carefully balancing the tray of English breakfast with both her hands as she started searching for her sister. She placed the tray on to the table and looked around. The bed was unmade, pillows scattered and sheets crumpled. His favourite navy shirt was placed on top her sister's pillow, tear spots evident on the soft, cotton material. Their wedding picture, the one she secretly took when they were holding hands and thought nobody was looking also took up a spot on her pillow. She looked away. If she couldn't see it, she didn't have to believe it.
Not seeing her sister anywhere she checked the bathroom.
"Di," she said knocking twice. "Are you inside?" Nothing. "I got you breakfast, it's your favourite scrambled eggs and toast, Maanvi style."
No answer, as usual.
She sighed placing her hand on the round doorknob and opened the door slowly to see her sister stare blankly in to the mirror with a tooth brush held in one hand and a hair brush in the other. The tap was still running, water gushed out but her sister still remained unnerved. Maanvi observed her still body, skinny from the absence of food and her skin dry from the lack of sleep. She stood, holding on to the door for a couple of minutes before backing out and shutting the door behind her.
She walked before she ran and didn't she stop running till she stood in front of the massive portrait in the hall of her one and only Jiju. Her late Jiju. She couldn't keep running away forever, she couldn't pretend that her sister was fine, that she was okay.
Because she wasn't.
"I promise to fix the sister who fixed me." She vowed lighting a second lamp next to the already glowing one. "I promise Jiju, I will fix my Di."
The song link this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T9ETxBHYBAU
Take care, Ava
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki
