SS | Lore of The Love Angel [Upd P10: 05/08] - Page 4

Originally posted by: Pyrrhic.

Unique concept Ridhi Di!
Please update fast 😃

Originally posted by: riddhi1206

OH my god!

This is awesome!!

Always love RJ wali things!

I desire to b one and I wrote one

And these lines in the prologue and somu to solve them

I love it!

Plzz cont jaldi ASAP

P.s apka bhi name Riddhi hai?😲

"Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop."

- H. L. Mencken

It was barely past six in the morning when Saumya breezed through the radio station with her trademark paratha in hand.

"Hi Arjun!" Saumya smiled radiantly at the lanky techie who lurked behind the studio, playing with sound buttons on the control board, outside of the recording booth.

"Saumya," he flushed a little, and hastily tidied his dishevelled hair. "Hi...hi. How's the new place?"

"Brilliant," she beamed as she unloaded her bag and prepared herself to go on-air. "Everyone is so warm and welcoming, everyone except that Rudra Singh Oberoi." Her happy face darkened at the thought of that imbecile. He was immature, irresponsible and plain awful. She had genuinely wanted to be his friend and he had made a fool out of her. Well, turnabout was fair play and she was having good fun serving him a taste of his own medicine.

Otherwise, life at Oberoi Mansion was swell, and Saumya was particularly enjoying the wedding atmosphere. Perpetually a sucker for romance, she delighted in the possibility of being a part of someone's, anyone's love story. As far she was concerned, bringing lovers together was divine karma, which was exactly why she enjoyed her job so much.

The long, loose sleeves of her sunny yellow tunic top fluttered as she adjusted her headset and settled into her seat. It was only six-thirty and though she knew that many people would not be listening to her so early in the morning, Saumya approached her work with complete diligence and enthusiasm. Through the glass window, Arjun gave her the thumbs up and the red on-air sign flickered on.

Sighing deeply, she began.

"Good morning Mumbai! it's a beautiful Summer Sunday and you're listening to the Love Angel! How's everyone doing today? On today's agenda, is an intimate discussion of how to conquer your relationship fears, but first let's take a call to get the show going."

She listened eagerly as Arjun put the first call through. "Hi!" Saumya greeted brightly. "You've reached the Love Angel. Who's speaking?"

"Isha...Bela," the woman replied uncertainly. She cleared her throat. "My name's Bela."

"Bela?" Saumya smiled. "That's a cute name! What can I do for you Bela?"

"I have a question." The woman had a soft, silvery voice that was tinged with melancholy and Saumya's curiosity was instantly peaked.

"Ask away," Saumya encouraged her, trying to make this stranger feel comfortable.

"Do you think the world is made up of just black and white?"

"I'm sorry?"

A soft sigh filtered through. "I'm not a good person," the woman confided. There was an inexplicable sadness to her tone that made Saumya feel disheartened. "I've done a lot of bad things."

"I'm sure you didn't mean to do it," Saumya consoled gently. Why else would she be feeling so remorseful?

"I'm a con artist."

"What?" Did she hear correctly? What kind of a con artist honestly owned up to being a con artist? Saumya shook her head, as if to clear it. Obviously, she was still half-asleep and imagining things.

But now, the woman continued unprompted. It was like a dam had burst forth, floodgates opened and her deepest, darkest secrets came rushing out. "I need him. I need his money. I'm only using him. But why does seeing him hurt, break me inside? What's wrong with me?"

Bela sounded broken. Her voice was choked, and Saumya could hear a muffled sob in the background. Clearly, the caller was trying not to cry. "It wasn't meant to happen like this. It was all a lie. I've done it a hundred times before. Why now?"

"You're not deceiving him," Saumya said gently. "You're deceiving yourself."

"What?"

Saumya knew that she should be feeling angry at this woman, who cheated and swindled people for a living, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to feel any resentment or hatred for her. "Clearly, you're not as bad as you think you are. You feel guilty about what you've done. You feel guilty about lying to him. "

"But I shouldn't," Bela insisted with vehemence. "I shouldn't feel the way that I am. I've never regretted anything I've done before. I've tricked so many men before. I've stolen from them, and not once have I felt sorry for my actions."

"Then why him?" Saumya pressed, trying to make the troubled young woman understand herself. "What's so special about this man that makes you feel so broken? Why aren't you indifferent to him?"

"Because of the way he looks at me," the woman said softly. She sounded lost and confused. "I've swindled many men, without ever breaking a sweat. All I've ever had to do is smile and look pretty. No one ever cared about me. Those men, they wanted to use me too. They would have if I hadn't used them first. I thought everyone would be the same, but..." Her voice trailed off

"But not him." Saumya finished for her. By now, she was so immersed in this woman's story. No longer did she feel like a stranger. This faceless woman, had somehow touched her so personally, that she couldn't bear to hear such longing in her voice.

Her voice was shaded with colours of grief and loss, and endless frustration and Saumya wanted nothing but to reach out to her and comfort her.

"Not him," Bela echoed. "When I danced for him, he didn't see me. I flirted with him, he didn't care. He isn't like other men. He saw the tears that I was hiding. He saw the bruises that no one had ever noticed. He let me see him - the real him. He wants to fix me, but how do you fix something that can never be mended?"

"I think you already know what's wrong with you," Saumya said kindly, knowingly. "You're in love, Bela."

"I am afraid so," Bela chuckled darkly now. It was a sound filled with bitterness and regret. I've never been good at sticking to the rules, but who would have thought that I'd break my own rules? I don't fall in love." She murmured resolutely. "I'm not supposed to fall in love. I have bigger things to worry about."

"Apparently," the chubby-cheeked radio jockey informed wryly, "the laws of the heart listen to no one."

"Then what do I do?" She was agonised. "How do I stop?"

Saumya was amused. For such a suave woman, Bela was truly very naive. "You can't just stop loving someone. It doesn't work that way."

"Then what I do?" She repeated herself, pleading for help. "I can't keep lying to him."

"Then come clean."

She gasped. "I can't. He sees the world in black and white. There's nothing in between for him. You're either right or you're wrong. If I tell him the truth, he'll never forgive me."

"You don't know that. You never will, not unless you tell him how you feel. Maybe he loves you too. We always want to forgive the people we love." She urged Bela.

"But I don't want him to love me!" She was frantic. "He can't love me. I'll only destroy him. He's already been through so much. I can't do that to him! The truth will break him!"

"But you can't keep lying to him either. You're both better than that. Tell him the truth. It'll hurt. Maybe he'll be angry. Maybe he won't forgive you, but at least you won't bear that burden for the rest of your life. Love and lies can never remain hidden for too long. In your case it's both. Tell him yourself, before he finds out from somewhere else. Tell him before it's too late."

On the other side of the phone, Bela was crying.

"You're a good woman Bela," Saumya told her firmly. "You're a good woman who's made some bad choices. You deserve to be loved. Let him see you for who you really are. Let him love you, because you both deserve it."

For a moment there was silence, and Saumya hoped that the woman was still listening. She couldn't hear anything and felt the dread slowly seeping into her veins. She was swept into a whirlwind of sadness, for she had truly hoped that she could help her.

Suddenly, there was a sniffle.

"My name's not really Bela, you know," the woman sniffled again.

A bright, gay laugh erupted from Saumya's mouth. She shook her head with mirth, wavy hair bouncing against her small, glowing face. "Oh, I know. As cute as it is, you don't strike me as much of a Bela."

"Thank you, Love Angel," the caller replied, and Saumya knew that she was smiling now. "I hope I can meet you one day to thank you in person."

"Me too," Saumya smiled. "I'd like to meet you too." And she honestly did, because from this stranger, she had learnt something very important today. She had learnt that love is unexpected. Love is cathartic and she hoped that one day Bela and the man that she loved, would heal each other.

As the soft, soothing tunes of a romantic Bollywood number filled the studio, Saumya didn't notice that from across the room, Arjun beamed proudly at her.

Res

-Edited-

This was such an interesting write up. First off, you have a way with words and it draws the reader in. The descriptions to the dialogues, everything is just on point.

It was lovely to see the chirpy love angel help out the bechari Bela. 😆 Ishana has not yet managed to strike a chord with me in the show, but I really liked her in this story of yours. I'm really excited to see how you take this story ahead with each one's relationship woes being cleared with the help of our lovely Love Angel. 😉

So sweet! The way saumya handled ishaana and solved her problem, in her own way saumya is spreading light and healing people.it is very nice...such heart-warming story... Update soon yaar...i am waiting...and do pm me..

I love it,please continue the story soon and pm me if you can when you update.

Res

Edited:

Hello!😊

I absolutely loved the prologue. The idea of each character sharing their innermost thoughts, questions, doubts with a stranger (not really) over Radio just seems so ingenious. The thoughts of each person that you put up in your prologue is so apt. I am sooo looking forward to reading all these radio conversations!

The first chapter was ah-mazing!👏 I loved this view point of Ishaana. The CVs have ruined this character for me. I really would have liked if they would have shown her as a ruthless conwoman and then shown why in flashbacks. Something of that sorts. Or a conwoman who changed because she fell in love - like here in this awesome SS. Hats off to you for this brilliant portrayal! The questions and doubts she has, how she started off with her real name before backtracking and saying Bela, how she is almost in tears and keeps questioning why, how Soumya is indeed playing her part as love angel, everything, everything was perfect! I loved Soumya yaar. I am hooked now. I cannot wait to read the remainingconversations with the xharacters. *rubbing hands with undisguised a😊nticipation and glee*

Please update soon.!

Cheers,
V

P.S. : Do you send PMs? Would love one on updates if you do. I have sent a buddy request.

That was sooo cute..ishana nd love angel..

Be still my bespeckled heart!
I loved this update, Ridhi Di.
From the beautiful and oh so apt quote at the beginning, to the subtle hint at Arjun-Saumya with mention to Rudra, of course and the lovely advice, Saumya gives to Ishaana.
Everything was perfect. Especially the sweet irony at the end.
Please update soon. I can't wait to read whose problem Saumya will solve next!

Since I do not know your real name (I'm hoping you'll tell me soon), I'll refer to you as PG (hope that's okay. Even though parthianglory is a wonderful pseudonym, it feels awkward to say 'Hi parthianglory'). So-

Hi PG,

I am not a great fan of Ishana on the show. In fact, the best response she's ever invoked from me is 'meh'. 😔 I haven't read any of the other stories on IshKara on the forum either. But your opening quote drew me in, since I had only just read an article on Mencken and was intrigued by the wonderful lines (also, you hadn't mentioned any specific pairing for the SS). Covering the series from Soumya's perspective makes it engaging, while still maintaining some semblance of detachment. In this particular update, more than Ishana's reluctant confession, the RJ's chirpy personality makes the narrative interesting, infusing positive vibes into the flow. I am a sucker for detail and the little scene at the start with Arjun had me reading on, as I realized that this is more than a unidimensional, melancholic love tale. Ishana's words were the only clue to her dilemma and pain and even without her physical presence, she's managed to make her feelings tangible. You've condensed multiple emotions into a few short paragraphs and that is one of the remarkable traits of a good author. I was not bored once while reading this and I thank you for lifting my mood on an otherwise rotten day. I am especially looking forward to the love lore of our favourite Love Angel, but your first post on the thread makes it evident that Rudra's interaction with her will be kept towards the end.

Do keep writing and update soon. A new reader is eagerly waiting! 😛

Regards
Anju

P.S.: Sending you a buddy request. If you PM your readers, do let me also know whenever you update.