OS: Half Truths
Part 1
Song: Ya Rabba
Movie: Salaam-E-Ishq
Dedicated to: purplekid
Note: Just because it is the first OS, it is pretty long, and is story telling OS, a mini version of a well formed SS, so it's going to dived into 3 parts, which will each be posted with the gaps of a day for each of them.
I leave you people to enjoy the OS. Pleasant reading to you all. Looking forward to more meaningful suggestions like these.
P.S: I know the song doesn't start from these lines, but I had to add these for effect, they suit the beginning and help it be more impactful. Also, this was written before yesterdays episode air, so it hold no resemblence to it, and if it does, than that is preety co-incidential
"A complete lie is better than a half truth"- Anonymous
The wind gushed past her, never stopping for anybody or anything, the world moved on, on its regular pace with every tick of the clock that let day's and night flow by without any wonder. It was a way that nature worked with, never halting in its consistent process, nor any restriction in its uniform path.
Her head was in between the window and the mixture of atmospheric gases that combined to from air which kept hitting on to her face, like everything since the past few days had been. Bitter truths, veiled secrets, unheard desires, wounded souls, unbearable pain. Seated in the blue and white taxi, all she could think of was her failure, those aims which were long lost, it had all ended into a dead end, she had failed, and brought him to an abrupt end along with her own misery, nothing had changed, except there was a slight change in the intensity of the situation, it had increased-simply worsened.
Ya Rabba De Dein Koi Jaan Bhi Agar
Dilbar Pein Ho Na Koi Asar
She felt her self shaking with regret and fury every part of her waiting to throttle the neck of that very snake, which had caused this devastating hurricane in her life. Her almost serene way of living life, had been disrupted within minutes of his arrival, everything she hoped, everything she had dreamed off had been all brought down, by his loathsome emotions, that neither she cared off, or even considered worth thinking about. The earlier words of Arnav replayed in her mind, hitting hard on her cerebrum as if it would give way to the emotional sickness she was going through, only fueling the anger and feelings of repentance in which her heart had long lost itself.
*Arnav's dialogue*
The truth of his words hit her hard, hurting her to the core, crushing every bit of positivity that remained in her. She knew he was fairly right, but declaring it as absolutely right would be an over estimation of his words. She hadn't spoiled it all, she wasn't responsible for anything that had happened, the curdled milk of misunderstanding had been soured by the person who she had thought would help her sweeten it- Shyam.
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Pyarr Hain Yah Saza Aye Mere Dil Bata
Tootta Kyun Nahin Dard Ka Silssala
He stood their stationary at the airport, as people rushed passed him, trying to catch their respective flights, while he looked at them in envy, jealous of their trouble free life, and cursed his own fate simultaneously for the wretched work it had been doing with his life. His vision went towards the off white piece of paper that he was holding in his hand; still trying to process the sudden information he had been enlightened too. In his hand he held a part of the will he had only weeks ago designed for himself; however what he looked at right now, was undoubtedly not the original copy but a highly refurbished copy, which was in fact in his worst interests. Although in all the bluff, there was one thing that was original- his signature.
Where had they come from, he had no idea, he just knew he was being tricked into something horrible. As evident as it seemed he knew it was one of his detestable brother in laws, vicious plans that were put into action. He had been taking fast paced steps, to board his flight, until a man had stopped him in between and handed this to him, saying that Aakash had sent this over, thinking it might be of some importance to him. Immediately, he had given up the plan of going to London, he knew that would result in a loss, a minimum of millions, something he couldn't afford, but right now his basic priority was clearing away the endless stream of doubts in his mind which had waged an internal war of conflicts in his head.
Straining his mind a bit, he went back in time to remember how Khushi had brought certain papers to get his signatures on. If this was one of her ploys, if she was mixed with Shyam, into all this was he always right? The thought was scary, shattering but he considered it for a while before sidelining it. No. He couldn't afford to build, anymore buildings of judgment on assumed facts, it was time to face the hard facts, the known approved facts.
He was tired of dangling between a bridge that had two clear, defined extremes, the truth and the lie. No more would he stand in between the two, deciding for a definite part, in between complex puzzles, no more verbal stories were to be heard, no more silent conversations witnessed, no more emotional sessions to go through, it was time to face the fixed truth, once and for all, either it would end in victory for the 1% ounce of him that wanted to believe in her words, or be claimed by the 99% pound of the bitter truth that he strongly believed in.
Taking his phone out of the pocket of his coat, he hurriedly pressed in the speed dial button to his personal assistant's number.
"Aman, listen to me carefully, forward me the contacts of all the personal agents that AR has, or has ever been in contact with right now." he said in a determined tone, his aims fixed, agenda set to find out the reality behind everything.
"Sir But weren't you supposed to be flying to London today?" a confused Aman questioned from the other side, obviously unaware of the boiling temperature of his boss, who was currently in a well observed no nonsense mood.
"Just do as you are told", he replied back in a steely tone, immediately disconnecting the line, before a stammering Aman could process anymore information he set himself to work to the assigned task at hand.
Arnav fished through his contact list, and finally finding the required number pressed the green call button to it, "Hotel Centuar?"
Ais Pyarr Mein Hain Kaise Kaise Imtihaan
Yeh Pyarr Lekhe Kaise Kaise Dastaan
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Mind jammed with emotions, she walked inside the luxurious, intricately furnished hall of Shantivan, tears busily streaming down her eyes, now as her own actions played in front of her. The oath she had taken to herself, the promise she had made to herself, to not let him go before the truth was clear to him, it all seemed to ruthlessly mock at her, as if telling her that all her attempts were just feeble works that gained no positive success.
Walking inside, she did not notice a worried Anjali who was pacing towards her, trying to catch up on, as she unknowingly increased the distance between the two women. Anjali limped hurriedly, to get hold of Khushi, and let out a painful yelp, as in the hurry she almost twist her foot, and was on the verge of loosing balance when Khushi rushed to her just in time to stabilize her helping her all the way to the caramel couch of the Raizada living room.
Kaisa Hain Safar Wafa Ki Manzil Ka
Nahain Koi Hal Dilun Ki Mushkil Ka
"Di, please take care of yourself, you can't go running about in the house", she said to a disheveled Anjali, who was reeling out of the mild shock of falling, and of the imagined consequences of it. Her voice was still a bit choky which did not go unnoticed by Anjali, who immediately subsiding her own assumed fears, kept her hand on Khushi's shoulder offering her support to her, which she apparently very much was in need for.
"Khushi ji did you go to meet Choote?", she tenderly asked the pale faced girl in front of her, who seemed to be in much of a shattered state as she Anjali herself was after getting over the shock of her almost fall. Khushi sadly nodded her head, the events at the airport, flashing back in her mind as a unexpected dishonest tear, made its way down her inwardly pulled cheeks. Anjali seeing her vulnerable state embraced her in a loving hug, as Khushi shed her tears on the transparent sleeve that was covering Anjali's shoulder cap.
"Khushi ji, don't worry, Chotte will be back soon", she comforted the poor girl, who after a little while pulled apart from Anjali and quickly wiped away the tears off her face.
"Di, do you need anything? You looked as if you were rushing towards getting something", she asked concerned for her sister in laws health, who was much more to her than just that, near to his definition of a sister.
"Khushi ji, you take a lot of care of me, you know what I was rushing towards? It was you", Anjali said light heartedly letting out a delight giggle, which brought a tender smile on Khushi's face seeing Anjali all happy and juvenile.
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"Main apni Di sein bohat pyaar karta hun, main aunki khushi ais khushi ki wajah sein kharab nahin hone de sakta"
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"Kyun Nahin Bataya Tumne Mujhe Sach, Agar tum sachi hun?"
"Ausein Di key liye, jis ki app itni parwa kartein hain, hum ne kisi sein Anjali ji ki liye kuch nahin kaha"
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Anjali kept her hand on Khushi's cheek affectionately and expressed her love for her "I am so proud to have you as Chotte's wife. He just couldn't have gotten someone better", Khushi's eyes instantly welled up with tears of warmth for this lady in front of her, whose life she cared about most, whose interest she had kept before her own, and yet he, her husband, charged her with the horrible crime of wanting to spoil his sister happiness. If only he would be as clear about his emotions as his sister was. Sigh. That was pushing one's luck too far.
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Edited by nav_bat - 13 years ago
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