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Epilogue Part 1
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She lowered her feet into the pool, allowing the warm ripples to ail her grazed soul. The light breeze calmed her jittering nerves as she rested in the company of the moon.
12 months.
Damn, exactly 12 months.
"Goodbye Shivaay"-
Everything was still so fresh, so darn vivid that it did nothing to hide her quiet battle.
In the early days she remembered waking up to tear soaked pillows and dried teardrop stains imprinted on her cheeks. She had thoroughly memorised each detail of his face, counted every beautifully thick lash, drowned in the enigmatic sea of blue his eyes contained. She inhaled his rich coffee clad musk with the soft notes she picked up to be lavender-enough to last her a lifetime. Hell, she still repeated the words he had uttered when they bid adieu in Paris:
"It will be My Paanika, till I fall off the face of the earth; and if we are to never meet, remember, when I breathe my last- it shall be with your name on my lips. It's you: Always and forever"
Tears glistening as he had swiftly turned around, as much as he wanted to hold on, never to let go, she knew he cared for her a little too much to be so selfish.
Maybe if he had stopped her. Maybe things would have been different then.
Shaking her head violently, as if to clear it of baseless doubts, she continued to draw circles in the balmy water.
Leaving was hard, but staying wasn't an option.
She had hoped her love for him would die out, fade perhaps and if worst comes to worst, she would find peace in forgetting she ever loved an arrogant man by the name of Shivaay Singh Oberoi. Wipe his existence out altogether.
She never did.
Always and forever Shivaay, till I fall off the face of the earth- she ruminated, sadly smiling at the sorry state of her life.
She knew he loved her- she knew. Yet, the oppressive reality meant they could never be together, not in this lifetime anyways. The wounds she had hoped time would heal, had only ripped apart till she was gasping for air, clutching her chest till the pain remained nothing but an ebbing throb. Somehow she no longer feared pain, they had a deranged unspoken relationship- it reminded her that she wasn't a ghost of a shell, it reminded her that she was alive.
Bringing her feet up to the edge of the pool, she slipped on her trusty chameli's- unlike everyone else, her trusty sandals seemed to have never given way to her burden.
That was false.
Her beautiful family back in Delhi had seen to every last detail, to make sure she was comfortable, to make sure she was eating well, but most importantly to make sure she was breathing. To make sure she was still fighting on, that she was okay.
She still spoke to everyone- calling, texting- OmRu seemed to be at her beck and call every moment of every day, while both her mothers and fathers eased her worries with soft spoken advice and love; and in spite of it all, she never once brought up his name. Never once asked of his well-being, whether he was happy. Had he moved on?- A million and one queries that she just couldn't hear the answer to. So she stayed silent.
Her business had boomed, alongside foreign investors backing her financially, she seemed to have worked her way to the top of the wedding industry, with Sahil&Co being the brandname everyone wished to attain for their celebrations.
That summer Saahil had returned from boarding school, only to be faced with the news that his Di had lied to him, and for the first time she hadn't greeted him. Instead he was consoled over the phone to please understand, she would be travelling majorly, but she wanted him to learn to stand, to grow and to know he was her well of happiness, she would die if he was to give up on her.
The rest was history and for the next year she immersed herself into her work.
High profile weddings allowed her to travel the world, but now and again she would cross the threshold of India, promising herself to never enter Delhi incase he knew. He just knew.
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"Shivaay you do remember it's Rajveer's wedding this Saturday, we're flying to Udaipur tomorrow evening" Om sharply sang, breaking Shivaay out of his reverie.
"Is..."
"No Shivaay, Anika is in London for the official establishment of her company" Om shook his head sadly.
"I have a meeting with NY Times Om, I'll call Rajveer to tell him I won't be able to make it, you and Rudra carry on." Shivaay stated sighing. There was no meeting- but to put up a pretence in front of an overwhelming crowd, he just couldn't- aunts and long lost friends inquiring about his wife, whether or not he was married, or the prod to find a sanskaari bride, promptly shoving a dozen pictures of high maintenance girls in his face. He wouldn't be able to go through with it.
Om observed his brothers face.
It was as if he had aged a decade in a matter of 12 months. Hiding behind the mountainous piles of files and constant meetings- he had taken the Oberoi empire to a whole new platform. Yet, he was the same man Anika had left a year ago-there he stood, outright lying, avoiding social meetings altogether in fear that a single name would pop up to bring him to his knees.
Shivaay never contacted Anika after her departure, it was his coping method- to not speak of what was out of reach. Nonetheless, in his longing, he set him self aflame- he became the crude Mr. Oberoi in the public domain, while he drugged himself to sleep every single night.
"I do not want to hear a single word from you Mr. Shivaay Singh Oberoi, I mean it, I have asked Chotti Ma to pack for you and we are leaving tomorrow." Om authoritatively commanded. Though his patent softness still stood strong, his Oberoi influence meant his angered streak was not a side even the Great SSO would wish witness. How he hated speaking to his brother in this manner, but nowadays it seemed like the only tool that would get Shivaay to bring a morsel to his lips.
"Okay"- Shivaay muttered so submissively that it once again broke Om's heart to see his wall crumbling before him, and he, like every spectator could do nothing but watch his brothers downfall.
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"Yes, no, I understand, it's all going to be great. The world moved on months ago, it's time we moved on too" Anika mumbled.
Udaipur-
The music refracted off the aesthetically stunning hallways which somewhat resembled the Sheesh-Mahal with merry crowds bathing in the golden hue of the gentle sun.
Shivaay stood momentarily at the gates, as he watched Om and Rudy enter, only to be met with the raucous laughter of Rajveer who took them both into a brotherly embrace. He smiled at the scene that had unravelled. The beautiful locale was indeed endearing, maybe coming wasn't such a bad idea.
"Shivaay, what is my best man doing at the threshold? Koi kalash laye, mere bhai ka grahpravesh karana hai" Rajveer chuckled.
He shook his head at him. He hasn't changed at all. Once an ape, always an ape, Shivaay thought to himself.
"Once an ape, always an ape" Rajveer winked at him before tightly welcoming him.
Shivaay shifted out of the hug to be met with a smug grin, how the hell did he know what I was thinking?
"I always know Shivaay, always, in fact I bet on the fact you were going to call me up with an excuse about an unavoidable meeting with foreign investors blah blah" he told him sternly. "But I had told Om beforehand that I wanted you at my wedding, by hook or by crook- I couldn't care less"
Shivaay threw him a guilty look.
"Bhaiya, Puppy-dog wala look par mera copyright hai- Usse toh Di meri har baat maan leti thi" Ru held his clammy palm over his big mouth- Shit Rudy, kabhi bhi bolne se pehle sochta nahi hai- he mentally scolded himself as he watched despair wash over his brothers face as his smile faltered. He didn't have to look twice as Shivaay put up his mask once more and gently patted his shoulder.
"Come on guys, tumhare yaar ki shaadi hai, aaj zor se party karenge" Rajveer said as he guided them into the middle ground where his haldi ceremony was taking place.
"YES BHAI, mujhe toh bohot zor ki party lagi hai" Ru exclaimed, not before being greeted with a warm: shut up Rudra.
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"Okay guys let's play a game- you have to...
"describe your perfect chiraya ya chirota- jiski wajah se isq mein viswas hogaya ho" Gauri chirped in.
"Aap ki tareef?" Om addressed the pretty girl with the big mouth.
"Arrey, mein khud ki tareef thori na karungi, sanskaari ghar ki chiraya hoon" she smiled as she shook her head.
Rudra laughed as he nudged a starstruck Om, "Didi, O is asking for your name", he enlightened the weird speaking girl who had his brother looking like Majnu- so he had decided to play the amusing role of matchmaker.
"Oh, jhatadhari hippie mere naam pooch rahey hai? I am Gauri Kumari Sarma"
"Sharma"
Rajveer intervened seeing Om's hava tight look, "Guys, this is my sister, Gauri- and she is currently single" he said, prodding Om.
He saw the concurrent confused lopsided looks everyone seemed to be throwing him, so he continued, "My Rakhi sister, ek din isne Durga Ma ka roop leke mujhe car accident se bachaya- from then till now, it has been my responsibility to protect her; come what may. Haan, hamara khoon ka rishta nahi hai, but I love her more than my life- isse jo bhi rulayega, mein usse khoon ke ansoon rulawunga."
Gauri's eyes shone with unshed tears, "Bhaiya, aap ne toh mujhe senti kar diya", and she gave Rajveer a tight jhappi.
Om observed Gauri- her hair messily braided weaved with little daisies- black had always been his favourite colour; it was the poetic ease- of how it was rather the absence of colour, of how it seemed to absorb all colour. And there she frolicked around in a quirky white anarkali. On the contrary, white reflected light, and in doing so it happened to be the presence of all colour. Gauri seemed to be the antipode of Om, so to say he was attracted was an understatement.
"Okay, so we'll go around in a circle and everyone has to say who their perfect life partner would be" Gauri chirped as she broke Om out of his reverie, "Bhaiya, you go first"
"She who is understanding, honest, loves and wants to be loved" Rajveer mused, he had simplified his desire so as to shield himself from his friends, so they would not tease him for the remainder of his wedding. Looking at Shivaay, who had his head hung as if recollecting a close encounter- this would be interesting, he chuckled to himself as he silently pointed at Gauri to pick on his friend next.
"Bade Bhaiya, now it's your turn"
"Gauri, you don't know our Shivaay, usse pyaar mein bilkul vishwaas nahi hai, he thinks marriage is a deal, jo achi gayi toh profit- if not, then you just cancel it."
Shivaay swiftly turned his gaze to Rajveer
"Pehle sochta tha..."
He saw OmRu's vacant stare, both aware and saddened by what he was directing at.
"What happened?" Rajveer stuttered, stunned out of his wits, in all these years he had known Shivaay, love seemed lightyears away.
"She happened."
*O Khuda..
Bata de kya lakreeron mein likha
Humne toh..
Humne toh bas ishq hai kiya*
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"My perfect life partner; brash and bold, tadi toh jese ubhar ke ati hai, gussa naak pe, but dil, bohot bara. She speaks her mind; Instagram par hashtag ho to definitely #NoFilter. Swimming mein zero, but Paani phenkne mein Number.1" Shivaay expressed.
Woah, now that's news, The Shivaay Singh Oberoi was in love, Rajveer pondered to himself.
"Shivaay, that would make her the complete opposite of you- you prefer your partner to be quiet, completely sober and rational-didn't you like your ex-girlfriend just for that reason?"
"Shayad isliye kyuki mein khabhi bin bulayi baarish mein bheegha hi nahi tha; ek baar ek toofan mein bheegh gaya toh har roz bheeghne ko dil karta hai"
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"Bade Bhaiya! You're in love, that's so beautiful! She must be very lucky, you didn't bring Bohjayi with you? But Bhaiya, you're so dapper, classy, full on saru hero jese, phir aisi womaniya se kaise pyaar huwa, jo chahe toh aap ko bhi devaar par sata de." Gauri rambled on, dramatically emphasising what an amazing love story this seemed to be.
Om nudged her-"Shhh"
"What SHHH, I'm talking to Bhaiya"
"I fell in love with her, so hard that its broken every limb in my body, burst every vein- bruised my ego till it's nothing but a remnant of my essence. I fell in love with her, because she loved me at a time where I couldn't even love myself" Shivaay reponded.
If only theirs had been a complete story. Alas, their book had reached an impasse before it could even be written.
"If someone is ever to love me, may it be like this only; who lives to love, who dies for their beloved" Gauri awed.
At that Rudra elbowed Om, discreetly throwing him a wink- Gauri Bohjayi, was about to be swept up by a long haired, artistic lover- she need not hope for a love less than passionate or more than absolutely and completely rebellious. He sighed; his Anika Di deserved the same.
Someday.
One day.
Gauri looked up at Shivaay expectantly as if earnestly prompting him to go on.
Heaving, Shivaay stood up- hesitating, how to speak of the collateral damage he veiled from the world. He saw Om and Rudra shifting their feet uncomfortably, crestfallen, as they swung their arms in anticipation. Would he be able to reign in the spiralling downfalls, tie the fraying edges or ever live up to their expectations? He could refute the existence of a very special someone, tell Gauri that his tongue slipped- put up his facade and walk away altogether. Yet he couldn't, he couldn't walk away from this one- he could never disrespect his love for her. To pretend it didn't exist seemed to be an inconceivable thought.
"She's not here" Shivaay dejectedly began as he addressed Gauri's mountainous queries.
"Oh, she didn't come to Bhaiya's wedding? You should have brought her Bade Bhaiya- not fair" Gauri's disappointment seemed to overwhelm her to an extent where she had heard the words, yet she missed the pain in Shivaay's voice. The raw longing, the attempts to keep his voice steady as his heart seemed to be running marathons.
"We're divorced"
The ball was now in the court. He had heard several gasps, their lowkey separation meant that everyone was presumingly unaware of their divorce, that or they never knew someone by the name of Anika had rioted her way through his life. As he went on to narrate his story- from Anika smashing his windscreen to her departure, laughter echoed in the courtyard and ended in an abysmal silence.
Gauri blinked away her tears- how stupid of her- she had rubbed salt on the very wound that took centerstage on Shivaay's heart. He bled love.
"And you just let her go?"
Her words reverberated as she was shot down with glares and the ushering, pressing her to quiet her intrusive mind.
Shivaay no longer seemed to mind her violation- Gauri reminded him a lot of the old Anika, the same penchant to meddle, speaking at length of her curiosity. The uncluttered manner in which she questioned him. Much like Gauri, who similarly couldn't hold her tongue and at that, he smiled.
"For her, yes" Shivaay mulled over Gauri's concern, did he just let her go?
"You didn't fight her, for her?"
Paralysed. The shock rang in his ears as the depth of Gauri's words emanated through the course of his body.
"Your love wasn't enough for the two of you?"
"Please..." Om interrupted, this girl was unstitching Shivaay's very being and despite his resonation with her thoughts, he couldn't let his brother trip once more. Maybe, in a corner of his heart, he felt guilty. That maybe his refusal to see two sides of a coin was the reason for the suffering of his brother.
The doubt thundered back as he collapsed into the pile of cushions. Fingers twitching, as the dials in his mind clicked. He was so focused on what he thought she wanted...
"You heard what she wanted, you just didn't listen" Gauri spoke vehemently, how could men not see in several meetings, what she knew in just a single narration, "I mean how could you have possibly known when she herself didn't"
*Kaali kaali khaali raaton se;
Hone lagi hai dosti
Khoya khoya in raahon mein; Ab mera.. kuchh bhi nahi
Har pal har lamha main kaise sehta hoon..
Har pal har lamha
Main khudh se yeh kehta rehta hoon
Tujhe bhula diya
Phir kyun teri yaadon ne
Mujhe rula diya*
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Hi guys, I am so sorry I am not posting the full part 2 as promised- but I have exceeded 4000 words (and counting) and I have decided to split it into two parts- so there is more to come😳 Please leave feedback and your likes- they really do speed up the writing process!😃
It will be My Paanika, till I fall off the face of the earth; and if we are to never meet, remember, when I breathe my last- it shall be with your name on my lips. It's you: Always and forever"shivaay's condition is also same...
The words beautifully portrayed their feelings for each other...
Eagerly waiting for the second part...
