Hey IshKara fans🤗, I am Shibani and I am new here😳. I like Vrushika a lot and this is the first time I am writing on IshKara😃. Hope it is worth reading😉. I didn't read any stories on the characters of Ishqbaaz before, so if a story, similar to the concept of this one, was posted earlier, then do let me know, so that I can delete this one😊.
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IshKara OS- Khushnuma
She looked nervously at the lavishly decorated living room of the Oberoi Mansion and then at him. He held her hand and closed his eyes to reassure her. They stepped in the house together. She looked around her in awe. Her eyes sparkled with surprise. He admired her expressions. She looked cute. He just wanted to stare at her but their reverie was broken by Pinky.
"Oh My Maata, yeh kaun hai Om?"
"Meri friend..." Omkara replied and Pinky gave her a weird look, making Ishaana awkward. Pinky walked away from there because her mobile rang.
"I won't be able to do this, Omkara..." She sighed and sighed defeated.
"At least try..." He said.
He had brought her to his house, to help her find a job. She looked at his brown orbs, which reflected love. The love that was making her weak.
"Why do you do this Omkara?" She asked him in a trance.
"Because I want you to see the real you..." He said and smiled.
"Real you? Maane?" Rudra's confused sentence brought Ishaana out of her thoughts.
"Hello, beautiful!" He said and smiled at her.
"Hey, Rudra..." She replied with a smile.
"See O, ladkiyan mujhe dekhte hi pehchanti hai Ki..." Rudra's sentence was interrupted by Omkara, "ki tum Dumbbell Singh Oberoi ho..."
Ishaana chuckled as Rudra made faces.
"I need some coffee, do you need some Bela?" Omkara asked her. She nodded her head in a no.
"Rudra, jaa, Teri world famous cappuccino bana La..."
Excited at being praised, Rudra agreed and left.
"Chale?" He asked. She nodded and he started walking towards his room.
She followed him and looked at his retreating figure.
"How can I break his heart? Woh sacchu nek insaan Che... I can't do this... Par main aaj tumhe apni sacchai bata dungi, Om...I hope you don't hate me... I won't be able to bear your hatred..." Her heart beat was faster than usual. She had conned many, but none of them had this effect on her. Her conscience was killing her, for the first time. For the first time, she didn't want to run away but face the reality.
"Here we are!" Omkara' cheerful voice brought her out of her trance. She looked at the sculptures that were around in the room in awe. She stared and she stared. No sculpture had an error in them, no one could say that these were molded when Omkara wanted to express his emotions; his pain...each was perfect, just like Omkara...
"Wow!" She said
Omkara smiled. This reaction wasn't new to him, but seeing her praise his work, made him proud. It had been two month since this girl knew him, two months since she had helped him recover the pain the world was giving him... He felt alive again...she was his drug now... She looked at him, her doe eyes wide and mouth in a perfect "o"
"This is amazing..." She said in amazement.
"Par tum kisiko apne studio mein allow nahi karte na, toh mujhe kyun laaye yaahan?" She asked as she touched the sculpture of Lord Ganesha softly.
"Bas, aise hi..." He said.
She sighed as he continued. "Special people are allowed in special rooms, of the house and heart..."
She looked at him and shook her head. But the next sentence swept off the land below her feet.
"Right, Ishaana?"
She looked at him in shock and held the nearest table, just because she felt the world go round and darkness around her eyes.
Her dark secret...he knew it...he knew it all... Yet he didn't let her see the pain...the pain he was suffering because of her...he went on with the flow...the pain... just so that she achieves what she wants...
"Omkara..." Was the only thing the shocked girl said.
"You don't need to explain, your dad did the explanation work..." Omkara said as he dipped the paintbrush in the black paint.
He looked at her. She had tears in her eyes. He kept the brush on the table and went to her.
"Since 5 days Ishaana... Since 5 days I haven't had peaceful nights...all I did was think of you... Why did you do this?" He knew his voice was breaking, but he didn't want to hide his vulnerable side.
"Sorry Om...sorry...Omkara...I didn't do this...I can't explain you the situation..." She said, tears trickling down her cheek.
"You don't need to... I accept you..." He said and she looked at him in shock.
"You can't... I am not perfect!" She said sadly.
"I am bad..."
He came closer to her, and she stepped back
"We'll be perfect together..." She looked at him.
"I've hurt you..."
"You have healed me..."
She moved backward as she tried to prove herself wrong and he came closer, trying to tell her that she'll be fine.
"You deserve better..."
"I need you..."
"It's going to be hell complicated"
"We'll sort it out together..."
"I am emotionless..."
"Your eyes wouldn't have had tears then..."
She felt her back touch the wall, so looked around. She was so lost in his words, that she didn't even realize that they were ...close.
He looked intensely in her eyes, and she felt better. She stared in his eyes, scared that the last brick of the wall around her heart, which she had built, would break and she would tell him that she loved him...
"I love You Ishaana..."
He said and she went numb. She couldn't comprehend what he said. She just couldn't react.
"I know your feelings too Ishaana...par main tumhe uss dard se nikaalna chahta hoon, aur first step tumhara confession hoga...apni feelings bata do mujhe..."
"Omkara...main..." She fumbled.
"I am scared..." She said and Omkara caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes as his finger brushed against her cheek to wipe the tear.
"We can help each other Ishaana..."
He said. She opened her eyes and hugged him. Omkara wrapped his arms around her fragile body and let her cry.
He knew that the girl in his arms was hiding her emotions from the world since long, and he wanted to help her...wanted to heal her, just the way she had healed him.
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