Rikara SS - Guroor - Chapter 4 pg 6 UPDATED 28/04/17 - Page 2

Originally posted by: ...Anabella...

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

awesome...Its difficult for me to choose between ishaana and gauri...because I loved both the characters...if you asked me whom I like more then it will be gauri but if you asked me which charecter I felt more realistic then it's ishaana because a girl like gauri is so hard to find...let's wait and see wat om thinks

It's a.complicated.mess. but am loving it... So Om is guilt ridden and he wants to meet ishana to clear.all the mess... But then RI (Gauri) hears it and she is hurt.. Why does It think so low of herself? But Om.loves RI but he has to.meet Ishana ... Oh God!! It's such a mess... Thanks for the PM

So om is confused btw gauri and ishaana

Wow. Its really something different. Plz continue.

You have written the complexity of their relation well I do love the part... Actually I m not avid fan of love triangle... But khushkhabri thinking is wrong when om is not in love with her how he is wrong in my view it is not his fault he didn't feel.. that way... But... Ishaan should have given a proper ending... Leaving like this will not end her struggle to move in.. om goin to ishaan is not right thin I know he is concerned but he has to prioritize between a frn and wife no matter what a wife is a wife.. she will feel insecure... No doubt feel bad for gauri... Who is thinking herself as svetlana... Where if think it's opposite lolzz...

Omg!!!! Dude!! I am totally loving this plot!!! 👏👏👏

Chapter 2: A Reflection of Herself

I was just taking Shivaay's Sairabano upstairs for him, when I saw a flash of red run past, the tinkling of anklets echoing right after her. I knew it was Gauri, and I couldn't help but feel an urge to follow her and see what's wrong. For some reason, this stranger of a girl from Bareilly felt more like family. Family, something I never had, and something I always longed for. And this unknown connection is what brought me to Gauri, as she wept uncontrollably in the garden, cursing herself about Ishaana.

I came and sat next to her, and waited as she tried to wipe away her tears and plaster a fake smile on her face. She hesitantly spoke "Oh Annika didi, when did you come? I was just going to come back inside." She tried to make excuses, but to no avail. I waited for a second and started to speak:

"Gauri, you don't need to lie to me. You don't know, but this situation, that you are going through, is far too familiar for me. I have been a Gauri myself at one point. Except unlike you, even my wedding wasn't actually my own. Shivaay was supposed to marry Tia. Omkara was supposed to marry Ishaana. Circumstances made it that Omkara married you, Gauri instead. But for me, even without Tia, Shivaay still married Tia. Circumstances made it, that I was the new Tia."

Gauri's face unveiled a variety of emotions: Confusion, Pity, Sadness; I proceeded "But anyways, that's a long story that doesn't need to be told. What matters is that now, you can see Shivaay and I. We're fine, Tia is long gone, and I don't even feel a bit of guilt. You shouldn't either, because it wasn't your or my fault that caused the events to transpire. What Svetlana did, was her stubbornness. What we did, was our destiny. And THAT is what separates us from Svetlana, ok? I was meant to be with Shivaay, not Tia. And you were meant to be with Omkara, not Ishaana."

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I stepped into the shower, and turned the faucet on to feel a hot, powerful stream of water hitting my back. It was far too warm, scalding even, but I felt like I needed the pain. Finally, after what seemed like ages, I had a moment of solitude. A moment to think, all by myself. I snorted, what was I calling ages. 24 hours ago, I was living my calm, peaceful life, and now, calmness was truly ages away. It had truly been the calm before the storm.

FLASHBACK

"Nazar na lage, meri hone wali devrani ko!" Annika exclaimed as she carefully lowered the intricate dupatta onto Ishaana's head. Brushing her finger around the rim of her kohled eye, she proceeded to apply it behind her ear. "Offo Bhabhi, you're acting more like honewali bhabhi's mom than her jethani right now!" Rudra exclaimed, as he walked into the room. Saumya, following soon after, smacked Rudra on the head. "Why not? Ishaana di is looking way too pretty. What if seriously kissi ki nazar lag jaye! Vaise, di, if you're looking this beautiful just now, are you planning on killing bade baal wale bhaiyya with your looks during the actual wedding?" she teased while highfiving Annika. "Sumo, you're so stupid. How is that possible? Ishaana Bhabhi is going to have a ghoonghat on her head na? So how will O look at her?" Rudra asserted back. "No no no, there are no more ghoonghats allowed in Oberoi weddings." Annika exclaimed, "Those things have caused way too many problems already".

Ishaana smiled, the first in a while. Annika didi had insisted that she try on the shaadi ka joda, for any last minute alterations. She just didn't understand why Om hadn't come back yet. Shivaay bhaiyya had told her that he would be back soon, that he had missed his flight because of some problems on Bareilly. But for some reason, she couldn't find her peace in that. Why hadn't he called her himself? "Oh hello!!!" Rudra shook her out of her thoughts, while waving frantically waving his hand in front of her face. "Chhodo, apne Prannath ke bare me soch rahi hogi!" Annika curtly replied, while pulling him away. "Vaise, you do know we have to go downstairs, apni saas ko joda batana hai na?" she told Ishaana, while holding back her laughter. Ishaana brushed aside her alarming inferences, and decided to focus on the bright, cheerful festivities happening around her. It was her wedding after all.

She quickly ran after the bunch of mischievous devils she was soon to call her family. You could hear the tinkling of her anklets echo across the mansion as she outran the three, giggling and dodging along the way. She held her heavy lehenga, as she swiftly made her way down the grand, decorated staircase of the elegant oberoi mansion. The mansion had been bedecked in lights and flowers, all in preparation for the immenent affair of her wedding.

She had just turned back to assess where Rudra had disappeared, when she bumped into a hard, steely figure. She knew just by the musky scent that followed, who it was. Her Prannath. As she lifted her head to meet his dark, woody eyes, she felt a strong sense of just belonging. As if within seconds, she had found the peace she had spent an eternity looking for.

But what she saw didn't match how she felt. Not a bit. She looked up to see Omkara, looking exhausted, but more predominantly, injured. As she erupted into a panic, she started sputtering out words "What? What happened to you? How did you get hurt? I knew there was something wrong. I should've-" But she was interrupted by his sushing, as he placed his hands on her shoulders in reassurance. "I'm fine, Ishaana" he consoled. She followed his eyes as he took in the surroundings. The entire family had gathered around, including the elders.

They all seemed to be astounded however, a little more than they should be at just the minor injury, now that she thought about it. She looked back at Omkara, who at this point, was just staring at her, in what looked like pity? She was awfully confused, what was wrong? She took a step back, breaking the makeshift hug they had been in. Her eyes finally fell on the object everybody was staring at.

There, right around her Prannath's neck was a Varmala. She instantly pushed his hands off of her shoulders, looking up at him in a mixture of disgust, confusion and unbearable sadness. A varmala obviously only had one meaning, but this? What could this mean? She kept taking steps back, the ringing of her anklets, the only noise in the dead silent room. It was as if she needed to escape, only there was nowhere she could go.

And as if on cue, there to answer her questions, a figure emerged from behind her tall Prannath. And as she took in this woman's, Ishaana's heart broke into a million pieces. There, standing beside HER man, was this petite lady, with a matching varmala, sindoor adorning her maang, and a mangalsutra dangling from her neck. And there, the waterworks started flowing from Ishaana's eyes. She opened her mouth, but struggled to speak. She knew her emotions weren't cooperating as she saw Omkara's face visibly go concerned. Why couldn't she just stop crying, damn it.

He took a step towards her, but she immediately set her hand out in front of him. It was as if the silence spoke a billion words. There she was, standing in her shaadi ka joda, in front of her to be husband, who had already married someone else. There she was, standing in front of a woman, who clutched onto a mangalsutra with HER fianc's name, who had her maang filled with the sacred sindoor by HER prannath. She couldn't handle this anymore. Her legs felt like they were about to give away, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

And so Ishaana did what she knew best. She turned around, and ran. She lifted the wretched clothes she was so lovingly admiring earlier, and rushed up the same stairs she had just come down so happily just a few seconds ago. A few seconds ago, when her life was perfect. Omkara started coming after her, yelling "Ishaana, wait, it's not like it seems", but Rudra held him back. No one hurts his Ishaana Bhabhi, not even his bhaiyya. Annika and Saumya, finally restored from the shock that had overcome them, ran after her, while everyone else just reeled in from the disaster of a scene it had been.

FLASHBACK ENDS

I stepped out of the shower, scalded and raw, both from the boiling hot water, and the memories. I was startled as the door rattled from a knock "Ishaana, will you take all day! We have so much to see, yaar!" Khushi complained. I quickly got dressed, and ran out the door. My eyes fell on the neatly folded lehenga at the foot of my bed. The shaadi ka joda. If only eyes could burn things, I thought, when Khushi startled me again, waving her hands in front of my eyes like Rudra used to. "Come on, we're getting so late!" she scolded as she dragged me out of the room.

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Hi guys, thank you so much for reading and liking my story. I hope this flashback has made it a little bit easier to understand where Ishaana comes from. Please like and comment, and keep reading!!

Originally posted by: smrithy14

So om is confused btw gauri and ishaana

he don't have any strong feeling for both I think

KT is in this story?????

plz update next part veye soon

Originally posted by: angelSRJ

Wow. Its really something different. Plz continue.