Arylie OS - His contemplations - Part 2 Updated P.3 - Page 2

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aw thats so sweet.m i really had 😍 heart in my eyes reading it..

thats my Aru and that's our Aru we want to see soon..

thank you soo much and you are a great writer.. the way strory flows from one thought to another was such flowy n smooth keep it up.

and do tag me in ur future writing.. i'd love to read more of ur work.

thanks again for sharing such beautiful piece..❤️

Thank you so much for your encouragement. I'm writing one based on today's episode now, should be up in a few hours. I would like to tag, but I don't think I know how to Im new to Indiaforums.

Arylie OS – His Contemplations (Part 2)

Hello to you lovely people. Thank you to all the readers who commented and also for the silent readers for stopping by. Today’s wonderful episode has inspired me to continue ‘His Contemplations’.

Today’s piece is also focussing on Aryan’s reflections after today’s events.

Hope you enjoy it 😊

Zara xxx

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Evening traffic, exhausted minds and heavy hearts meant that Aryan and Imlie were driving back to Rathore mansion in comfortable silence. His mind was processing the events of today and he thought back to the moments after the wedding.

‘Ask your team to pack up, I’ll see you there.’

He knew he had been tough with her when he saw her crying alone. Mrs Disgusting Chaturvedi Senior had insulted Imlie yet again. The wedding was over and Imlie had completed her task with excellence and surpassed his expectations. She had earned the right to have a little cry now but he would not have her shedding tears over that woman, again. He had reminded Imlie of her promise to not cry again and asked her to pack up.

The following scenes that unfolded shed some more light on Imlie’s character. Aryan was an observant man, who inferred from what he saw and listened more than he spoke. The spineless Tripathis surely loved Imlie, even though they had a funny way of showing it. He had heard his mother promise to look after Imlie and he vowed to himself that he would always look out for her, maybe not in the same way as his mother could. But he swore to be her sincere well-wisher and guardian from any harm that could befall her.

‘It’s time to go.’

He had interrupted their emotional departure and witnessed the tearful goodbye. He wondered now how Imlie had been smiling and giving the Tripathis courage although she was the one leaving, broken and alone, to enter an unknown. No… she had Ma and Didi and himself. She had hugged them cheerfully and waved and as soon as she turned, he saw her breakdown behind the pillar. This scene tugged at his heart strings. He realised how similar they were. Suffering silently and weeping when no one was watching was something Aryan knew only too well. He knew how much it hurt and this realisation gave him the courage to let his guard down.

‘Tumhe rona hai, tum ro sakti ho.’

He had offered her his handkerchief and with the gentlest tone he could muster he had asked her to cry. Her eyes opened wide and he immediately realised she had picked up on his tone. She understood him better than he thought and this was a little unnerving.

‘Aise aankhon mein daya aur baato mein narmi leke na aau, hum kahi kamzor na par jaaye.’

She didn’t want his sympathy, he got that. But he was only trying to get her to express her feelings and release her emotions. She wouldn’t have any of it. He realised now that she had rarely seen his sensitive side. Hence, her reaction was expected. Why on earth was he so complicated? Why couldn’t he express his feelings how Imlie could?

‘Maine kaha tum ro sakti ho.’

Words were not helping him right now, so he pulled her closer and insisted that she cried. She rambled on about him and his orders, but he knew she was stalling.

‘Jhooth keh rahi ho tum, jhooth.’

She raised her eyes at this and he realised how closely he had held her. He could see her blood-shot eyes and the shiny drops which were waiting to escape her beautiful eyes. He had looked at her many times, paid attention to her mannerisms and her speech and how she used her facial expressions. Today, he was drawn to her strength. If she was this beautiful now, he could only imagine how stunning she would be in happier times. He had read her eyes correctly and conveyed that her pain was not hidden from him.

‘To kya hum akele dard mein jeeyat hai? Tumhara dard kya kono se kam hai?’

This woman. She had silenced him with her questions. This was supposed to be about her. He immediately let go and stepped back feeling vulnerable. This was what he loved about Imlie. How she was instinctively able to sense another’s pain despite being in the eye of the storm. Selfless.

‘Humko saaf dikhat hai ke tum jo sala dete ho, apne tajurbe se dete ho. Tumka bhi dard hota hai. Tum bas humri tara har baat pe aansu nahi bahaate.’

She had stepped forward to close the gap between them this time and taken him by surprise. Her perception was not far from the truth and a conflict was rising within him. As much as he deliberately hid his feelings from the world and kept people at arm’s length, a part of him was touched that she had understood him better than he thought and that they had a connection.

He had asked her if she wanted to become heartless and emotionless like him. Aryan realised he would never forget what he heard next. She had confessed that she would like to emulate him, as he was experienced, successful and strong. So Mr AkadBagga, Mr Calculator and Mr Fast forward did indeed have some positive qualities. He chuckled at the direction his thoughts had taken him. What she thought mattered… in particular what she thought about him.

‘Agar tumhe mujhse kuch seekhna hai, to sirf himmat rakhna seekho’

He stepped closer to her, lowered his tone and had told her that her ability to express her feelings was indeed her strength. He wanted to encourage her to express her emotions. He didn’t want her to be like him. He knew how difficult, how lonely it could become. He would not let Imlie follow that path. She was too young, too innocent and certainly didn’t deserve that fate. For the second time that day, he offered her his handkerchief.

This time she took it. He stood in awe as she burnt it and resolved to become brave and resolute. Little did she know, she had already been blessed with these qualities.

Aryan turned off the engine and released his seat belt. He looked straight ahead and waited, waited for her to leave. Slowly, he let his gaze wander to Imlie and saw that she was fast asleep. Her head was resting on the right side of the head rest and her breathing was slow and steady. He sighed. Thankfully she was asleep, she must have been totally spent after the events from the past few days. He was also thankful that he had been given this blessing.

Aryan had seen her sleeping once before in his office. He cursed himself for how harshly he had dealt with her at that time without knowing her circumstances. This time, he let his eyes wander over her tousled hair, the sand marks on her left cheek from when she had fallen earlier this afternoon and her soft, pretty lips.

Stop. Suddenly he felt self-conscious. Did he have the right to observe her in this way? What was it about her that fascinated him? He needed to get a grip on himself. Before he would embarrass himself further, he called out.

‘Imlie… utho.’

Silence. She didn’t stir.

‘Imlie… utho,’ he repeated a little louder.

He raised a tentative hand towards her right shoulder and tapped her gently.

‘Imlie!’

‘Ka huaaa.’ She mumbled as she awoke with a start and jumped. They ended up banging heads.

‘OUCH…’ they said simultaneously.

‘Jangli – ghar aagaya, utho.’

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This is such a lovely take on Aryan's thought process, and genuinely resonates with his character and the way it's shaping up. The car ride scene was adorable too. 💗

Loved reading it!

Zara, I loved it. I think we Arylians think alike. Keep writing! I loved the dialog by dialog analysis. So well done 👏

Amazing....do write more..... Waiting.. 😊❤️

Imlie and Aryan, 2 sides of same coin. 😊

Great writeup on their similarities 👍🏼

as always you leave me in Awwwwww with how gorgeous your stories are to imagine them visually and then go into it as if i am standing right beside character and watching them....

lovely.. keep more coming... 😍😍😍😍😍