BelieveInLove | OS Gallery #1 | Update Pg3 | 12/06

Broken Hearts - AR :)

amazing....this is so sad poor armaan and riddhima....I must say that you are an awesome stirrer and do right more...

Hey... very well written... but i am not really a fan of sad AR endings...

Hey Amazing OS
realy sad 😭

heyyy dear,
nice OS
do write more



love
Riddss

Sad, but great OS 😊

Saviour ' AR OS:

I stared through the opaque, misty and vague window. There he lay unconscious with sapphire blue wiring attached to his strong, muscular body. Misty dew drops showed at the corners of my 'emerald orbs' as he liked to call it. I smiled through the raindrops which we're pouring down from my eyes. I could remember what he told me before we left for Goa airport.

I sat down on my comfortable, roseate and coral bed. Gazing down on my sunlit dark black carpet thinking about my Shona. What did I ever do to deserve him? He had been there for me like a saviour, he was my knight in shining armour and I was being an obnoxious selfish b****. 'Basket,' he called out to me from the bathroom. I looked up and realized he had forgotten his towel again. 'He will never change,' I muttered underneath my breath while picking up his soft, yellow SpongeBob towel and walking towards the bathroom. 'Armaan, tum kabhi nahi sudrogi, how many times do you forget your towel and on top of that why do you always buy SpongeBob towels?' I complained to him from outside the light purple bathroom door. Armaan always listened to me; he always did what I wanted apart from one thing. Whenever I pleaded him to leave me, he ignored my comment and changed the subject as if we never even talked about it. He peaked out from the door, and looked at me with a smirk and a spark in his sapphire blue eyes. 'I'll always forget my towel, but you'll always remember it, and don't dare complain about my SpongeBob, after you he is my favourite um'person.' I giggled at his clumsiness. 'Basket yaar, hasso mat, anyways tum tayaar ho, hume wapaas Mumbai Jana hai.' He reminded me. It wasn't like I forgot because I knew the reason for us returning to Mumbai. I looked into his eyes, pleading him not to go back but all I could see was his firm decision of leaving Goa. 'I will get ready once you get out of the bathroom.' I replied with a smirk on my face and passing his stupid SpongeBob towel. He grabbed the towel and pulled me inside. 'W-what?! Armaan! Chordo mujhe!' He chuckled. 'What? Why are you laughing?' I asked him looking as clueless as ever. 'Soap. It's all over your face!' He laughed at me. I smiled because Armaan's laugh, smile, his everything and specially him meant the world to me. 'Armaan, why do we have to leave? Please, can't we stay?' He sighed and took my hands. 'Riddhima, look at me.' I looked at him into his eyes. Even now after 3 years of being married to this man, every time I looked into his eyes, I would get lost in them just like the day I met him. I remember when we met; it was at my best friend Muskaan's birthday party. I was walking downstairs, until I tripped and almost fell but he caught me in his arms. I know typical right? But the thing is after we both got lost in each other's eyes; we jumped up and started an argument. Ever since then we used to meet coincidently and got used to meeting each other that we always hoped we'd see each other again. And gradually we fell in love. But like normal people we had our ups and downs. I could still remember our first fight. When he had to leave Mumbai for a job his mother (now my mother) wanted him to take. He fought like cats and dogs. We eventually broke up but after a week I saw him on the bus and I knew he gave up his dream of going to America for me. 'Basket!' I heard Armaan screaming at me to get my attention, I completely forgot we we're in the bathroom and he was talking to me. Damn his beautiful eyes. 'Sorry ab bolo, what did you want to say?' he looked into my eyes and said those few words, which will stay engraved in my heart forever.

''Basket, no matter what happens to me or anyone I will never let anything happen to you. Even if the world ends, I will still protect you from anything. The first time I saw you, I knew it was true, that I'd love you forever, and that's what I'll do. You don't know what you do to me, you don't have a clue, you don't know what it's like to be, me looking at you. I promise you basket, today and forever, I'll always be there for you. And if you talk about me leaving you, just remember death can't separate us neither can God.''

I smiled remembering what he told me, he HAS to fight for his life, to stay in this world, to protect his Riddhima, his basket, his everything. 'No Armaan, you can't leave me. You promised that even death can't separate us and God. Even if those gang members are after me, you can't let them come close to me. We'll fight our way through. For each other. For our love.' I spoke with the sincerity in my voice just like the day we confessed. 'Mrs Malik?' I looked up at the doctor standing in front of me, she had long black straight hair which fell perfectly in place, her brown eyes had a strange spark, and her face was fair. She reminded me of my mother, who passed away when I was young. 'Y-yes.' I did my best to speak at least for my Armaan, my Shona. 'Good news sweetheart, your husband is out of danger. He still has a few injuries but he will survive.' I smiled as tears started to pour down but this time because of happiness, because my Shona was perfectly fine. Well'almost. He fought; he fought for me, for his life, to protect his Basket. 'T-thank you so much doctor! You saved MY life. My Shona, my Armaan!' I nearly screamed and hugged her. She was in shock, but hugged back. I quickly pulled back, desperate to meet Armaan and I guess she could see my anxiety. 'You can see him.' She smiled and led me the way. I walked inside as quickly as I could. 'Armaan.' I cried. He smiled. Even though he was badly injured and went through a huge trauma, he smiled and that to for'.me. 'Basket, I promised you remember? Not God, neither death can separate us. And now look I completed my promise.' I smiled, he was everything to me. I never loved anyone like him in my entire life and I mean it. He wasn't only my husband, or lover. He was my saviour. 'Basket, you always call me Shona Na? I will call you Shonimoni.' I smiled and hugged him as he hugged back. I got my life back, I got Armaan back and that's all I want. It's all I need. Everyone tells you, that you need good grades, good jobs and a good salary but if I be honest without having someone by your side those things mean nothing.

Author's note:

Please leave comments! && thank you all for you feedback from my other OS <3 Shona means 'sweet' in Punjabi for a 'man' and Shonimoni is the opposite , it means sweet but it's for a girl. I am not Punjabi but my friend is and she told me && it's also from the book I read 'I too had a love story' by Ravinder Singh. I recommend this book, it's heart-breaking and it will leave you speechless. Please read my FF and leave a comment:

Love conquers all; Damon&Riddhima/Stelena FF ' about the vampire diaries but I changed the story. And it includes Jennifer Winget of DMG/KZK as Riddhima Gupta :)

Nice ff but I hate sad endings...