discontinued

PROLOGUE

Happily ever after. That's how I wanted my life to be. When I was young, I used to think of my Prince Charming on a white horse, sweeping e off my feet AND ALL THAT CRAP. But no, such stupidity doesn't exist.

Till date, I never found out how people manage to live in this world where the ghost of happiness is followed by a procession of sorrow. It hurts, but I find it hard to cry now. I wish everything was as simple as said.

I wish I could just leave everything behind and go away, but no, life comes with a lot of pain and responsibilities and somewhere in the corner, God has left us the map to follow to resolve all obstacles that we may face.

Last time I got philosophical like this, I was ready to end my life on a rope end. But now, dho nanhe se lives mujhpe depend karthe hai - meri bhai aur.. ab meri beti - Neelam Shivay Singh Oberoi. NAHI Neelam Anika. Meri Nila.

Chaar saal pehle, maine Shivaay Singh Oberoi se mili, khoob tashan ke baadh uski revenge ke dhouraan par usne mujhse shaadhi ki. Aur cheh-saath mahine mein alag bhi ho gayi. Oberoi khaandhaan ka pehla divorce. Actually hum ab tak officially divorced nahi hoon. Mujhe achche se yaadh hai kya hua tha...

"Babhi, jaldi kar. Mera pett mein choohe dhoud rahe hain." Rudra whined, clutching his tummy.

"Patience Rudra. Sabar ka phal meeta hota hain" I laughed.

"Meeta? Par aap toh Aalupuri bana rahi hoon na? Namak ke bajah aap shakkar toh nahi daali na?" He scratched his head.

I rolled my eyes. Him and his innocence.

Suddenly I heard the shattering of glass, or was it the chandelier?

I and Rudra looked at each other and hurried out the kitchen, into the hall. Everyone was there, staring dumbfounded at each others' face.

"Woh kaise aawaaz tha?" Badi ma asked.

"Kaanch ka tootne ka tha na?.. Shivaay kaha hai?" Mommy-ji asked, turning to me.

"Shivaay Bhai ka kiyadhar hain? Phir pareshaan hone ki khoyi baath nahi, unhone unka 97th phone thod diya hoga!" Rudra laughed but stopped when Mommy-ji glared holes through his brain.

"Main jaakar dekhthi hoon." I said and quickly made my way to our... his room.

"Shivaay?" I called as I got inside. I had expected to have seen a hole in the coffee table, but the coffee table itself was in pieces, the wood and glasses scattered everywhere.

"Shivaay? Aapki problem kya hain? Yeh kya kar rakha hai aap?" I asked the silhouette of my so-called pati.

Shivaay turned to me, his eyes glazing with hatred and anger, something I hadn't seen in months.

"Kya hua?" I asked, cautiously making my way to him through the glass-scattered path.

"Tum hua" he said darkly.

"Mathlab?"

"Tumhei kya laga? Mujhe kuch bhi patha nahi chalega?" He stood and quickly crossed the distance between us, firmly holding my arm; hurting me.

"Shivaay, yeh kya badtameezi hain??" I gritted my teeth. Seriously, I hate it when he physically abuses me like this. It hurts so much.

"Badtameezi? Aur jo besharmi tum kar rahi ho uska kya? Shaadi mujhse aur rishta mera bhai se huh?"

My eyes widened in shock.

"That's DISGUSTING" I screeched. "How dare you? Tum kya kehna chaahtha hoon, meri aur Om ke beech affair chal raha hai??"

"Om nahi Rudra!"

"SHIVAAY!!"

We turned around to see Om standing there. Luckily, cowardly Rudra didn't have the guts to come up and see what angry Shivaay was upto.

"Tera himmat kaisa hua, Anika aur Rudr ke beech? You are stooping too low!"

"Oh, ab tum bhi iski hi side low!" he pointed accusingly at me. "I know very well that this woman trapped my brother!"

"Shut up Shivaay." I clenched my fist.

"Bura lag raha hain. Bura tab kyun nahi laga jab mera aur mera bhai ke beech dooriyan bada raha tha? Jab tum mujhe chodkar uske paas chali gayi thi??"

"JUST SHUT UP SHIVAAY SINGH OBEROI!!" I punched him right in the face. He had crossed all

his limits today. Finally when I thought everything was falling in its place, he had to ruin it all. He is accusing me of having an affair with my little brother.

"How dare you?" He raised his hand but Om held it.

"Don't you DARE hurt my Babhi."

"Nahi Om, main tera Babhi nahi hoon"

"Babhi, aap-"

"Tumhei samajh nahi aa raha?" My vision was clouded by tears. "It's his plan to get me out of his life."

Suddenly I heard him clap.

"Wah, ab mere bhai ko mere hi khilaaf badkaayegi na?"

I had no reply to that. I decided that I will never cry for that guy, ever again. I exited the room, didn't care when the glass stabbed my feet. Nothing hurt anymore. As I came down, Sahil had also returned from school.

I held his arm and without a word to others, left that house, that city and never looked back. I do not even buy newspapers lest I see his face again. But god had other plans I guess, I got a kanji aankhon waali beti.

Originally posted by: -Sarcy-

Hey Shiva, sorry to hear that!

Great to know that you are not discontinuing this story. But what's with the title of this thread?

Originally posted by: bloggism2001

LOL, that was to keep people out while I worked on the page.

Thanks for the support

Originally posted by: -Sarcy-

Guess it didn't work. 😆

Originally posted by: priyanvs

sorry abt ur account thing and good to hear u r continuing the story
and nice update

Originally posted by: bloggism2001

Thanks Priyu!!!

OK ISHKBAAZON, isi baath par ars karthe hai!

Hum har dhin kartha hoon kuch zyaada hi debate! Hum har dhin kartha hoon kuch zyaada hi debate,

Chalo. Meri account toh gayi par mein karungi kal hi update!!

shukriya shukriya😆