Holaa Amigos!🤗
Guess who's back? Shady's back(Sad Eminem reference. I know, I'm lame)
Anywhoo, back with part 3.
I was smiling while writing this part, so I'm hoping it puts one on yours too. If you think it's terrible, tabhi smile kar dena.
A smile a day keeps the doctor away (Don't account me for that, I got my doctorate from Chor Bazaar)
Before you guys throw something on the screen, here's part 3
Part THREE
"Y-You want to- What?", Ishaana spoke confused as can be. Her mind was running thoughts at 200 kmph speed. Trying to make some sense of what had just been asked of her.What was this guy saying? He wants to mould my face? Why? And what does that even mean?! Does he mean to say he wants to change my face ? It's not that bad ya,Haan maybe, lips thode mote hai, aankhein thodi choti hai, naak thodi- Ishaana! Cut it out! You're going on another track. But what DOES he mean? Maybe, he's mad. Oh God, what if he's a serial killer and wants to mould my face- WITH HIS KNIFE. Hayo Rabba, Tu toh gayyi Ishaana. Bhaag le, abhi bhi mauka hai.
Om saw her expressions change vividly by the second, and every change made him feel even more foolish about what he had said. He had blurted out the random-est thing at the most inappropriate time.
Yes, he wanted to sculpt her face out of clay.
But was this the right time? NO, bro.
Did he use the right words? Hell No!
Was this the correct time? Oh HELL TO THE NO BRO!
Okay, so I goofed up. Big time. She was telling me how wrong I was in perceiving her and instead of saying sorry, I want to mould her face. WOW, Omkara Singh Oberoi, take a moment to applaud yoursel- Oye Pagal! Applaud later, she is walking away, go stop her!
Om ran towards her catching her hand to stop her.
"Hey stop! Please stop. I am-"
"Please, please! Don't cut my face, please please. I won't steal any more umbrellas, dhokle ki kasam. Please jaane do." She frantically begged him.
Omkara got momentarily distracted by her begging, in particular the 'dhokle ki kasam' and let go of her hand. Taking advantage of which, Ishaana got hold of his hand instead and twisted it behind his back.
"Abe oye dhondu! Mujhe kuch karne ka sochna bhi, mere pass karate mein pink belt hai, samjhe? ya samjhaaon?"
Om was shocked. What was happening?This conversation was going 180 degrees He had lost all track by now. What was this girl? And My God, where did that thin girl store all that strength, because, Boy, did his arm hurt.
"OW! OW" He shrieked in pain. "Yeh kya kar rahi ho? I don't want to kill you, or cut your face. DHOKLE KI KASAM."
"Saare serial killers yahin bolte hai" She replied unconvinced, twisting his hand harder.
"Aaahh" "Seriously? Even the 'dhokle ki kasam?" He asked with a smirk.
She let out a small smile despite herself, but didn't acknowledge it. Sh twisted harder instead.
"OUUCHHH" Om had had enough.
He jerked her hand off (with force, cause she really was strong) and used his other hand to pull her to him so she was flushed against him. The closeness of the curves of her body against his was distracting, but he ignored that(not before saving it in his memory). If he didn't explain himself quickly, this girl would go into another tangent. His deep dark eyes focused straight into her glistening light brown ones.
"Look, this has gone out of hand. I just blurted some stuff out, what I really wanted to say was, that I am sorry" He paused for a moment and looked deeper into her eyes so that she could see the sincerity in what he was saying. Her eyes just bore into his, wide but alert.
He continued, " You were right, I have no right to come here and tell you how to live your life, especially when I know nothing about you. I don't agree with what you do, but I don't get the right to play moral police. And, maybe, Yeah, it's easy for me to have ideals because my life is convenient. But my life is not easy, not even close. In fact, I see people who are supposedly family, lie to each other and backstab each other constantly. So many experiences in my life have left such a bitter taste in my soul, that if I ever see someone lie, I instantly categorise them as deceptive and disgusting. Maybe I've lost track of the grey areas, maybe I only understand black and white. Maybe, I don't understand that some people have their reasons to lie. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry." He concluded as he left the grip on her hand.
Ishaana had been listening to him intently. She wasn't expecting him to say sorry, but when she heard him say it, it somehow soothed her soul. She had been angry when he'd been disgusted by her and judged her. She knew what she did was wrong in the eyes of many. It was wrong to her too, initially. But she'd long ago made peace with what she did. As long as she didn't hurt anyone terribly, she could live with the guilt. Honesty,was overrated anyway. You can't buy food with honesty. You can't get medicines for your sick mother with honesty. She was okay with what she did. She was also used to dirty looks people gave her when they guessed what she did. She didn't care about, she saw past their judgemental glances. But, when this man had come and done the same, it had hurt inexplicably more, and she knew that she couldn't let him go without giving him her side of the story. And now, when he was apologizing, she somehow believed every word he said, maybe it was something she saw in his eyes. Briefly, she saw pain flicker through his eyes when he talked about his life, and all the anger she'd felt for him, just vanished away.
She didn't know why or how, but it had.
She took a step away from him and took a moment before she responded.
"It's okay" She spoke in a calm tone. Wanting to assure him that it was okay but also not letting her earlier words seem lightweight.
Relief flooded Omkara.
"Really? Dhokle ki kasam?He asked, trying to lighten the mood.
A small chuckle left her mouth and she replied, "Dhokle ki kasam."
Om too broke into a wide smile now.
"So did you really think I look like a serial killer? I mean look at my face, kis angle se serial killer lagta hoon"
"I am a conwoman, if there's one thing I know, is not to judge a book by its cover."
"Hmm. You're right"
"I'm always right" Ishaana gloated, coming back into her usual energy filled mode.
"I'll have you know, that you are definitely not always right"
"Ofcourse I am, when was I ever wrong?"
"Uhh, there is no pink belt in karate" Om said between coughs.
Ishaana looked at him irritaed, "SO? Woh toh glati se maine bol diya tha maine. I meant golden belt"
"There is no golden belt either" Omkara said, enjoying himself too much.
Agitated and embarrassed, Ishaana just huffed"Whatever! That was just one thing"
Omkara wasn't stopping now, the looks on her face were such a treat.
So, being the smartass that he is, he continued, "You also thought I was a serial killer, which I am not. So wrong no. 2"
Was this guy after her life, what was his problem? Part of her wanted to punch him but a part of her was having fun.
"We don't know that yet, for all I know, you really could be one." She replied, she wasn't backing down.
"Yes, we do." Omkara ignored her attempt at a rebuttal.
"Well, It's not my fault you said you wanted to mould my face, it sounds so creepy, what does that even mean?"
Ouch, karma is a bitch.
Aur irritate kar usko. Ab kya kahega. Pagal
"Nothing, it meant nothing. I just blurted it out galti se" He replied frantically, but his nervousness gave him away.
"Nahi nahi, kuch toh matlab tha, Tell me"
Either I tell her and she thinks I'm a creep or I don't tell her and she thinks I'm a serial killer. Which is better? Serial Killer. Shut up Om. Just tell her truth.
Giving up, he finally said, "I wanted to sculpt your face"
Ishaana's eyes widened again,"Matlab?"
"Matlab, I make figurines out of clay, mould and sculpt them, with the very hand you almost broke off a while ago. Since, I've seen your face, I've been trying to sculpt it, but I've failed numerous times. And I know it sounds extremely creepy, but I promise, it isn't like that. It's just, I can't rest until I perfect my sculpture, it's another case that I am uncharacteristically disturbed because I can't sculpt your face- which I shouldn't be telling you anyway. I just need to sculpt your face or I basically won't be able to do anything. Am I making any sense? I'm sorry I'm rambling"
Ishaana was amused seeing him like this, he looked, cute.
He wanted to sculpt her face. She felt a slight blush rising up her cheeks and internally chided her body and asked it to behave.
Suddenly, a thought struck her.
"I'll do it!" She declared with excitement.
Om was broken out of his reverie.
"D-Do what?" He asked unable to wrap his mind around what she'd agreed to. Did she sculpt too? She wanted to sculpt her face by herself?
"Model for you, while you sculpt me. I'll do it" She gleamed.
It was Om's turned to be shocked now.
Precap: Sculpting session with lots of touching involved.
So that was that.
Really hope you guys like it.
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Hasta la vista, darlings.❤️
