Rikara SS - Guroor - Chapter 4 pg 6 UPDATED 28/04/17

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Aradhika23

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Posted: 8 years ago

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(I tried to embed it but it didn't work, and I can't even hyperlink cause I'm still considered a newbie on IF, so sorry)

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I stared out the window, staring at the cotton candy like clouds go by, dull and lifeless, endlessly flowing into the horizon. They seemed like a vivid image of my peculiar, dire life. I chuckled, as the events of the past few days registered in my mind, and the countless painful moments I faced, played in an endless loop. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't stop reliving the humiliation, and the rapidly flowing tears couldn't stop from dropping down my cheeks as well.

Asudden, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I quickly wiped away my tears and looked up to face the unwelcome visitor. "Hi, umm that's actually supposed to be my seat - oh, I'm sorry" I saw as the woman struggled to speak after seeing my state. I quickly looked away, but couldn't help from peering up, and observing the woman's eyes as they looked back and forth, finally fixing on the seat in front of mine. She set her bag down, and followed soon after with herself. She seemed to be a very young lady, in her college years, hardly in her twenties, judging by the large stack of textbooks nestled in her bag. I couldn't help but observe that she was wearing a simple but stately dress, pairing quite oddly with her surroundings. They were on a public train, unquestionably not as elite as the girl seemed.

My musings were interrupted as the girl hesitantly spoke: "I know we're strangers, and you definitely don't need to answer me, but I couldn't help but asking - what's wrong?". I let out a sardonic laugh. "What's wrong?" I whispered, "more like what is right?". She went from concerned to perplexed in a matter of seconds. It was as if her face was a screen, emoting everything she thought, or maybe it was just me being more pensive than the average joe. She shook her head, and extended her hand out as she said "My name is Khushi, and I don't know what has happened to you, but we have a long journey, and I can't resist but try and help you. At least, tell me your name?" Hesitantly, I shook her hand, and answered:

"Ishaana."

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Index

Teaser Page 1

Chapter 1 Page 2 https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/ishqbaaaz/4832815/rikara-ss-guroor-chapter-4-pg-6-updated-28-04-17?pn=2

Chapter 2 Page 3 https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/ishqbaaaz/4832815/rikara-ss-guroor-chapter-4-pg-6-updated-28-04-17?pn=3

Chapter 3 Page 5 https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/ishqbaaaz/4832815/rikara-ss-guroor-chapter-4-pg-6-updated-28-04-17?pn=5

Chapter 4 Page 6 https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/ishqbaaaz/4832815/rikara-ss-guroor-chapter-4-pg-6-updated-28-04-17

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Hi Everybody!! I've been a mostly silent member on this forum for a while, and for some reason, I decided to write my first story, so no chappals please!! I never watched ishqbaaaz, and only started watching DBO cause Gauri reminded me of Khushi from IPKKND, but I read up on Ishaana and got super interested in what it would be like if Omkara met Gauri while Ishaana was still there. This is supposed to be a triangle story between Gauri, Omkara and Ishaana; and for some reason I used the bajirao mastani trailer music, cause Ishaana really reminds me of Kashi bai. She was honestly my fave character in the movie, and I thought it would just be so much more interesting if it was in her POV, so that's why this is in Ishaana's POV. This isn't a story like Bajirao Mastani however, no two wives and all lmao, but keep reading to find out what happens.

Edited by Aradhika23 - 8 years ago

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Rishrabh

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Hey, sounding interesting. Plz continue.

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appynehra

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Posted: 8 years ago

So, so so, can I call you a bajirao mastaani fan?? If I can, another SLB fan inthe forum!!! Awesome!! I am mostly looking forward to the story- especially there canbe many parellels drawn between Om and Baji!!! Update soon

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IlaTanwar

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Posted: 8 years ago

Love to read but I know ishaan character was or may be good... But... I will love to read it take as I didn't feel attach to ishaan charact r may be I will feel attached here.

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Christy

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Posted: 8 years ago

Interesting.. Continue soon.I love slb twist wali stories

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Aradhika23

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Posted: 8 years ago

Originally posted by: angelSRJ
Hey, sounding interesting. Plz continue.

Thank you so much <3

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Aradhika23

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Originally posted by: appynehra
So, so so, can I call you a bajirao mastaani fan?? If I can, another SLB fan inthe forum!!! Awesome!! I am mostly looking forward to the story- especially there canbe many parellels drawn between Om and Baji!!! Update soon

Lmao yeah definitely. Honestly the dialogues are my fave part about his movies. I'm gonna update soon, and I love your stories so much so super flattered that you like it!

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Aradhika23

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Originally posted by: IlaTanwar
Love to read but I know ishaan character was or may be good... But... I will love to read it take as I didn't feel attach to ishaan charact r may be I will feel attached here.

Yeah honestly never really watched her either, so I feel like my interpretation is gonna be off, but Im super annoying and like the idea of a love triangle so lets see how it goes!!

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Aradhika23

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Posted: 8 years ago

Originally posted by: sindukrishna
plz continue

Gonna update tonight, thanks sm

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Chapter 1: Of New Beginnings

Snuggled up with a warm blanket on her cozy couch, I watched as Khushi rummaged around in her kitchen drawers before pulling out two clean white porcelain mugs, only to set them down on the shiny quartz countertop, next to the pot of steaming hot coffee. "You're free to stay here for as long as you need, Ishaana" she said, as she poured the bitter, black liquid into the mugs. "Plus, I've become so bored living in Delhi all alone, and you could be like a roommate or something. I think it's important for you to move on and start a new life. They don't deserve you, and you need to show them that you're so much better off without them, most importantly without HIM." She emphasized on the last two words a little more than I liked. If only she knew how hard it was to forget those intense dark eyes, how they stared me down like a hawk, always reading my mind before even I could.

Khushi slid onto the couch beside me, and handed one of the cups into my hands. I took a sip of the warm, brown liquid and proceeded to speak: "It's so funny how coffee, the bitter liquid I always hated, has become one of the things I reach for all the time now. I used to live off chai, that's what we had on our first date as well... Now, I can't even bear to look at it without remembering those times." Khushi frowned as she spoke "He chose someone else, Ishaana, how can you still bear to think of him with this adoration in your eyes. If I were you, I would have had his throat by now. Stop thinking about him, and think about your future. Thank god, I found you on the train, otherwise where would you have been, especially this late in Delhi. Do you even think about yourself at this point?". I thought about the events of the past few hours. Khushi finding me on the train, a nervous and dejected wreck; me telling her about everything that happened; her insisting on taking me to her apartment, and now, me nestled on her couch, drinking black coffee at 2 am, with only his betrayal in my mind.

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"Yes officer, please find out where she might have gotten off the train. I need to know where she is, urgently. Tell me ASAP if you find any details, got it? Thank you." I asserted, while pacing around my room. Where could she have gone? I thought over and over again. I heard the ringing of anklets getting louder until a familiar face walked into the doorway. "Omkaraji, I brought you some chai" she said, while walking towards me with 2 cups filled with chai, settled on a tray. I looked at the chai, it instantly reminded me of her... "Ishaana..." I sighed aloud. She set the tray down on the table, and reached her hand up and caressed my cheek as she said "She's a strong person, Om, she'll be fine. She asked for space, you know".

I knew she was right, damn she always was. But I couldn't help but feel guilty for the way Ishaana was feeling at the moment. No matter what happened, she was always my best friend. The truth was, however, that she was in love with her best friend, her Prannath, as she called me. But no matter how hard I tried to make it work, Prannath never clicked the way Jatadhari Hippie did. And Ishaana never clicked the way Gauri did...

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I woke up to bright sunlight streaming in through the pink curtains in an unfamiliar room. I looked around, to find myself situated on a large white bed, in the middle of a large, grey room. My eyes landed on the mirror, to find myself looking horrid, my hair tousled, eyes red and skin pale as snow. I didn't look like Ishaana, what had happened to me? I finally remembered everything from the past 24 hours, I was in Khushi's guestroom, in Delhi, miles away from home. Although, was it even home anymore? Brushing my thoughts aside, I pulled on my dupatta, lying on the bed post, and reached over for my phone from the nightstand. Putting on some slippers, I got out of bed, and walked out into the balcony. As I scrolled through my phone, I saw the countless missed calls from Pran- Omkara. Not just him, but Annika didi, Rudy, Jhanvi mom - aunty now, and even Shivaay bhaiyya were all worried. I was confused - should I answer them? They were probably worried sick by now... Or should I just not answer, and start a new life, with no traces of them, the way Khushi had said. I was interrupted from my thoughts, as Khushi snatched my phone away from my hands, replacing it with a mug of coffee. "Oh, I didn't see you coming" I said, as she scrolled through the notifications, a frown growing onto her face.

"I don't know what to do about those... It's just all so confusing." I ranted on as she continued with her investigation. Finally, after a minute of silence, she spoke: "Wait a day, and I'll see what's going on down there." I didn't understand, how would she be able to find out what's happening at Oberoi mansion, but I was exhausted after thinking so much, and decided to just leave it up to her. "You should get ready, we'll go sightseeing today, it's your first time in Delhi right? It'll help get all the stress out of your mind as well" Kushi said while walking back into the room. I stared out of the balcony, Khushi's apartment was situated right in the middle of Delhi, the top floor at that, making the view absolutely breathtaking. Something Om would've painted, I thought. Why couldn't I stop thinking about him, I cursed myself. From today onwards, I will never think about that man again! The start of a new life, I guess, as a delhiite.

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"She got off in Delhi Omkara sir, not alone, but with some girl named Khushi Gupta" the officer reported. I sighed in relief, she wasn't alone. She was fine. "Book me a flight to Delhi right now!" I replied. If she thought it was that easy to leave, she sure thought wrong. I couldn't possibly let her go so easily. "Ishaana, I'm coming." Just then, I turn back to hear anklets, and a red dupatta turning out of the room. "Sh*t. Gauri."

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Facing Omkaraji's back, I stood in the doorway to his - our room. He was yelling at someone on the phone, barking orders, the sadu that he is. Chuckling, I slowly started tiptoeing towards my Jatadhari. Reaching my hand out, I was just about to tap him in surprise as I heard him whisper here dreadful words. "Ishaana, I'm coming". I froze, as a wave of sorrow fell over my body. I know I shouldn't be acting like this. Why do I become green with envy, every time I hear her name come out of his mouth. Regaining my senses, I slowly withdraw my now shivering hand from his shoulder, and turn back. I need to get out of this room, away from him. I can hear my anklets chirping as I run out of the mansion and into the garden. I know he can hear me, but I don't care. Why should I care so much? Who is he to me anyways? How long has he even known me? For goodness sakes, Ishaana is his friend first, and my husband second. But no matter how hard I try to make myself believe that, I know who I am. Gauri, the other woman. There really is no difference between me and Svetlana, is there?

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