Hola guys
This is a dedication to our Director Saahab ... nazrana qubool kijiye
" Beshak Hain Mushkil ... Dhadkano Ka Dil Se Juda Hona
Aur Tum Toh Nabz Ho ... Saans Ho ... Rooh Ho Meri
- ATIF KHAN
Lots of love to all my constants of this DBO family 🤗
TAIY HAIN
"Hasna Rona Tujhse Hi ... Mera Hona Tujhse Hi
Yeh Taiy Hain"
Why did you lie to us Gauri? Humme aisa dhoka kyon diya ... Pregnancy is not a joke! Jahnvi reprimanded Gauri in an expected heated tone.
Beta ... sach bataao ... tumhaare aur Om ke beech hua kya hai ??? Dadi asked not able to believe whatever Gauri confessed ...
Bolo Gauri tumne humme kya owls samajh ke rakha hain ke tum hum sabko crazies karti rahogi! Pinky was fanning the heat ... the heat that seemed of subdued burning coal ...
Why did you have to do this Gauri ??? tumhe hum sab ko jawaab dena hoga ... Shivaay asked her with a hint of volcanic anger ...
Om stood behind her thinking that she must be admitted to the mental asylum instead of Buamaa ... Faking that she was the mother of his child angered him crazy but when she almost died in the name of saving him ... his heart stopped beating feeling like a criminal ... what was she made of? Loops and loops of foolishness or stacked boxes of bizarre emotions ... hell no ... it was Multi lana , mad BM & now even she was making him think of a box !!!
Gauri joined her hands in a lower headed apology ... Hum jaante humse galti nahi ... gunah hua hai ... hum aapse maafi maangne ke laayak nahi hai ... aap sab please humme bhool jaaiega ... weeping she went to dadi to bend and touch her feet ... but the Old woman felt too heartbroken to even look at her.
She turned determined to leave ... leave some people which felt like family to her ... leave a man whom she has loved whole heartedly ... it was hard for her ... to leave behind not only relations but also breaking their hearts ... to go away from Om realizing that he meant life to her ... she did not have the courage to fall and shatter for anyone else ... she cried to her god about why he did not let her die ...
She crossed him by two steps upholding herself into not looking at him ... she did want him to look into her eyes ... what if he understands her truth? He wanted her to leave him what come May. She was not weak and did not want to become weak because of his ferocious aura.
She was not able to feel his grip on her wrist till it broke four of her glass bangles to pierce through the skin ... even her pain was numb. She just understood that she was forced to stop ... she turned to look how he dangerously darted her ... she was scared looking into those cold impassive eyes. She was dying because she was responsible for his circumstance.
Om you have to let her go ... Agar woh azadi chahti hain ... jaane do usse. Jahnvi spoke out of concern not for her son but for his wife. Relating Gauri into her state of mind of a failed marriage was her reflex ... more than wrath ... Jahnvi became worried for Gauri. More than anyone else ... she wanted Gauri to leave the Mansion ... to leave the miseries under wrapped in the velvet of luxury ...
Not so easy mom ... definitely not this time! Omkara answered his mother abruptly ... yahi chaahte thhe na aap ... ab chhod dijiye humme ... she raised her voice at him ...
Tumne apne aap ko samajh ke kya rakha Gauri Kumari Sharma ??? saying he pulled into him ... she struggled to survive in that moment ... aapne kaha thha na ... sab kuch chhodke chali jaao ... to jaa rahe hain ... if her veracity was ever able to take life ... she was murdering him there and then !
Om tumne kab Gauri se kaha yeh ghar chhodkar jaane ko ... suddenly the focal point of Dadi's umbrage became her grandson and not Gauri ...
This was something Omkara was least caring about because he had to talk to his Sacrifice-loving better half ... the way he was dragging her was genuine physical pain ... she was hitting his arm and back as defense ... it hardly affected him but then he knew better ways to get through whatever the drama ...
Rendered speechless she began punching him in the chest when he enveloped her to sway her feet away from the ground ... warmly protected in his arms... aap aisa kyon kar rahe hain Omkara ji? She complained failing to get even a blink of his attention as he walked across the hall way.
Stop it Gauri! Tum koi daily soap ki actress nahi ho ... baaki ka melodrama kal ke liye bachaake rakhte hain ! he shut her up when her nails fiercely grazed the skin of his neck.
Tum Gauri ke saath zabardasti nahi kar sakte Om ! Shivaay blocked his way. Main apni biwi ko iss ghar se nahi jaane dunga Shivaay ... in that moment Shivaay felt humiliated ... wells of regret and guilt being dug in his angry heart ... he stepped back. Omkara knew he was something more than rude but Shivaay had to live with this harsh reality.
Coming back to their room, he literally threw her on the bed while she was not able to make even a little sense out of his action. He dragged to open her suitcase ... Tumse bhaari roh tumhara bag hai ... pathhar bhar ke rakhe hai kya isme ? she was breathing air of dislike when she carelessy threw her clothes in the wadrobe.
Humaare saath aisa kyon kar rahe ho Omkara ??? she actually began to cry now. in that second of time he took a pause to see her ... eventhough she was not happy ... he was. For the first time she took his name ... just his name. it felt nice to know that she was getting rid of her way to respect him ...
Hum ek aise insaan ki izzat kabhi nahi kar sakte jo zabardasti humaari zindagi ke faisley le chukka ho ... she cursed him
Aur main ek paagal chirraiyya ko manmaani nahi karne de sakta! He gave it back to her. Iss baar hadd kardi tumne Gauri ... mujhe majboor kar diya ... he was feeling the extreme clash of their ideals, principles and beliefs ... both of them wronged in different ways ... but he was done playing silly games and avoiding the truth that she was a part of his life.
She kept on crying staring at the wall which possessed one of his framed photographs ... the picture of three young Oberoi men ... her husband looked so different, so happy and above all so civil ...
Jaao tum bhi fresh ho jaao Gauri ... he came to tell her running the towel though his wet hair. She turned to step away ... Maine tumse kuch kaha gauri ... his tone sounding strict ... jaise hum aapki koi baat maan ne waale hain, she was predictably disobedient.
Nahi maanogi ... he said uncompromising ... talking small steps towards her ... bilkul nahi ... she muttered under her breathe as she strongly felt how her defense mechanisms were collapsing ... she wanted to run away ... but managed to take baby steps away from him with great difficulty ... only and only to let him imprison her in his muscles against the wall ...
Ab maanogi!!! He whispered in her ear for his lips to slightly brush her earlobe in a ridiculed but striking moment as his hand trailed above her waist to get hold of the hooks of her dress. He grasped the altered lining to rip it making no effort ... now go! He said leaving her alone in a trance ... she leaned against the wall for a while ...he was wild in agony ... his intensity was becoming unbearable for her ... not able to understand her breathing patterns ...
She desperately needed help ... this wicked man was pushing her off the limits ... from a cliff into depression. He wanted her to go away ... he did not let her move apart from him for more than two steps. What does he really want? His reluctance was lethal.
Catch some sleep Gauri ... Good night he said to her adjusting the pillows. Why the hell was he behaving normal now??? Thinking about sleep what caught her attention was her favorite green couch which was missing ... Sofa kaha gaya ??? she was super annoyed with him. Mujhe uski koi zarurat nahi hai ! saying he gestured her to sleep beside him ... this man was getting impossible now!!! humme iss kamre mein rehna hi nahi hai ... she walked towards the door pulling and pushing it hard for it to open ... she was definite that it was locked when he was showing off the key out of his pocket ...
Her state of mind was horrible and she gave up the idea of drawing him into debate... he was pathetic, she was tired.She laid parallel to him on the edge of the bed after he did not let her succeed with making any pillow boundaries between them. Now she used the glasses, vase and books kept on the side table to distinct their space of sleep. He felt funny about her childish antics.
Within no time ... the books, the vase with flowers and the empty glass flew in air to land on the floor making unsettling sounds before he pulled her underneath him. She tried to push him with both the palms when his breath was fanning her ... too strong for her defense he was ... she looked at him hesitating in confusion.
Tumhe tumhaare hi tareeke se samjhaane ki koshish kar raha hoon ... agar meri manmaani bardasht nahi ho rahi ... meri zid se nafrat karogi tum ... tameez se keh raha hoon so jaao ... he was so god damn close for their lips to brush if she even dared to nod ... why did she gave him this power to affect her so much. He was studying her facial expressions until she began to suffocate and he had to leave her ... both of them slept ... away from each other ... as far as it was possible.
He woke up embraced in affectionate warmth ... the bright and happy sun was complimenting the sleeping silhouette of his wife snuggled into him seeking all the comfort of the world ... their limbs entwined ... for the first time in his five month old married life ... he felt soothed. She was his wife who looked adorable while snoring sweetly. He tucked the tendril of hair falling on her face disturbing her smile ... this kind of peace was unknown till forever to him ... he smiled as she whispered his name against his heart beat ...
Tu Hain Dawa Ya Dard Hain ... Par Hain Mera
Yeh Taiy Hain
Guys do let me know ... how do you feel about this because this is one of my personalized favorite favorite compositions ...😳
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