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Couple of weeks back, I discovered this show while casually surfing through channels (not much of a tv person)😆 i caught up on all the episodes.
I feel, the relationship that develops between the protagonists is the crux of the story. Each character (Anjali, Arjun & Aakash) has his own set of goals and reasons of climbing Mt. Everest that compelled them to come together at a certain stage. The start of expedition will truly teach them their strengths along with circumstances that'll lead to their understandings of each other.
This is my effort of writing a short One-shot.
Ps. Ignore typos
Love,
May
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OS : Nightmare
"Col. Abhyankar! Chaand.. ..!" his voice wavered in thin air. In utter darkness he traipsed around, meekly calling out for his comrades.
Breathing heavily, he moved forward. Gusty winds mired with heavy snow raged battle amongst themselves leaving him fatigued. His feet gave away as he collapsed helplessly in voluminous whiteness. He stared, his eyes concentrating on the vast fog filled milieu that surrounded him.
The coldness was gripping him, inching closer to his heavy thudding heart. He never expected anyone to save him, not in such a weather. Yet his conscience urged him to call out, however weak and lost he felt. He deserved death. He agreed. In the corner of his mind, kangchenjunga incident played with intensity, invoking those suppressed feelings freshly. He shuddered not because of cold, but the mistakes he had committed.
Life was never fair to him. Never.
He momentarily closed his eyes.
"There! "
His past was filled with neglect and painful memories. Those memories were scars forever reminding, nagging him of his childhood. To hide those feelings he chose to create a facade, a mask of deception. A mask so strong and difficult to penetrate.
He got swept away in the deceptive personality he created so much so that he himself forgot the real reason on hiding his real face.
"ARJUN!? Are you okay? Arjun?? " she frantically shook his seemingly lifeless body.
His eyes shot open.
"Anjali... This must be a dream or I am certainly dead.. . " he muttered, stretching his hand to touch her face only to actually touch it.
"Lets go. " she whispered, helping him on his feet.
"Weren't you supposed to stay at the base camp? "
"This is certainly not the place to argue, is it?"
He never understood what he felt for her. In fact, he was afraid to comprehend feelings and emotions that would hurt him. Unknowingly, he had opened up his past to her. Why? He had no answers. He just knew, she was similar to him. Her smile, however bright it may seem, he always noticed a tinge of sadness. She too had a story to tell, he felt.
Not much distance had they covered,
She clung on to the rope. Her shrilly scream reverberated strongly in the crevasse.
"Anjali, hold on... "
"NO! Stay there. You are already hurt. I'll manage to come up.. " she assured him. With a painstaking effort, he started pulling up the rope.
She always managed to invoke his softer side. Unknowingly he'd feel himself mellow down and be the honest, humble Arjun. His egoistic, selfish mask always vanished when it concerned her. Without any hesitation, he'd wished and prayed with all his heart to stop Anjali from joining the rescue mission. God had heard his prayers, yet she was known to be a fiery and fiesty woman with goals. Here she was, in the middle of nowhere, like an angel to rescue.
He turned his head for a moment to breath. Her rope snapped.
"ANJALI! " He screamed.
He jerked up, A sudden pain shot through his impaired right leg. Involuntarily his hand reached his messed bangs as his brain suddenly became conscious of his throbbing head. His eyes opened, focusing on the immediate scenario before them. He was resting in a tent. Realisation hit upon like a scintillating dagger when his mind became fully aware of its surroundings. Certainly Not a nightmare., he thought.
Tears trickled down his rather stoic face, "Why did she..."
Guilt griped him, choking him as he breathed hard to come in terms with reality.
"I left her to die, I left her alone... "
He cried, letting his tears fall freely. A sudden feeling of emptiness enveloped him.
Akash limped to his side, seeing him scream " No, Arjun. Don't you remember? You saved her. "
"No, Akash, I didn't.. I.. " In a muffled voice he spoke, his eyes wide with shock.
She is alive... " Aakash muttered, as he kept observing Arjun's battle with his own feelings. His trepidation and hesitancy in asking what he felt was evident to Akash.
He sat besides a stunned Arjun and rested his hand on his shoulder. "Calm down, Arjun. She is alright except some minor wounds.."
"Then, where is she!? I know you are lying! I let her die... " he sobbed, immersed in his own pain and reluctant to accept the truth.
Anjali walked inside the tent, holding a mug of tea. Her right hand was completely bandaged with a couple bandages on her forehead. " Look, " Aakash said smiling, his dimples prominent . "She's here."
He stared at her.
As she neared him, he flunged his arms around her, hugging her. "And I thought I had lost you..."
She hugged him back, smiling.
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This is it! Do let me know if you like it. Constructive criticism is always welcome😊
Ps. I think I am more of a arjun-anjali shipper, though Akash- Anjali look cute together 😃
