I'm overwhelmed by the response this piece has received! Thank you for the love and encouragement. I hope I replied back to everyone. I'm sorry if I forgot someone. Will make up next time. Most of you got the Mirzyaaa part right and I'm SO happy! Mirzyaaa is the situation because Gauri has taken a step that is going to destroy both of them just like Sahiba did when she broke those arrows. There's a note at the end too, I hope you read it and reply back. This part gets a bit cheesy, going light on the angst because it's been a harsh week on us all.
I'm very skeptical about this because this is just... I don't know. You guys liked the anger and everything in the previous part. Just let me know if this was satisfactory.
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Aave na jaave kaheen;
Tere phere leve zameen, O Mirzyaaa...
It is instinct, pure instinct, that makes his fingers close around her upper arm as he stops her from falling.
"Aapne kaha tha chale jaao. Ab jaa rahe hai to aapko uss baat se bhi takleef hai?" she continues to scream at him even as he steadies her. Her body grows colder by the second, a telltale sign of her distress.
"Tum meri baat kab se maanne lagi, yeh bataao mujhe. Maine ek baar kaha, 7 mahine pehle aur tumne to pura plan hi bana liya! As if the last seven months never happened! Mujhe laga we were making progress, starting to sort out our differences and understand each other at times. In saat mahino me kabhi main kuch kaha? Par jo tum mere saath karti aayi ho in saat mahino me uska kya? Vo nahi dikhaayi deta tumhe? I can understand your condition, hormonal changes and the emotional need. Kai baar tum khud mere kareeb aati thi and then suddenly you would cringe at my smallest touch! Jaanti ho mujhe kitni takleef hoti hai? What do you think I am? A block of ice? Aaj ghar chod kar, mujhe chod kar aa gayi tum! Mujhe barbaad karne ka iraada hai hai tumhaara?" he growls thickly, his temper flaring at her words. He loosens the tight hold he has on her to run the hand down and twine nimble fingers with his own.
"Are you really making this about yourself? Do you have any idea what I went through? What I am going through? My heart has shattered in a million pieces with every step I have taken since the moment I stepped out of your house, leaving behind my kids, knowing that I won't ever meet them? I'm the one who is losing everything here, Omkara! I'm the one who is losing her family, her husband and her kids!" It is devastating, the warmth of his body close to him as she struggles to wrap her head around what he is asking her but she still manages to scream at him. She feels something cold on her hand, very much in contrast to his warm fingers only to realise that he is wearing his wedding band, something he hasn't done in a long time.
"And I stand to lose the only woman who has ever managed to touch my heart, my wife!" he doesn't yell at her this time. It is a quiet confession, the word wife said with authority.
It shuts her up effectively though; her throat chokes up, threatening another torrent of tears. The presence of the ring is damaging in its own little way, tiny tremors runs through her body as she faces her dilemma.
"I do not want the mother of my kids, as wrong as that sounds, I couldn't care less. I want my wife, my Gauri. Is that really hard to understand? I sound selfish but when it comes to you, I always have been, right from the start. Using you as a solution to all my problems while you selflessly let me. I'm sorry and I know it is going to mean nothing neither will it change anything. But I'm again selfishly demanding you to give me another chance," this time he successfully manages to wrap an arm around her trembling body.
"Chahte kya hai aap?" she croaks out. "Hum jaante hai aap kabhi hume apni patni nahi maan paayenge. Hum aap par bojh bankar nahi reh sakte zindagi bhar. Ab aur tutne ki himmat nahi hai hum me. Jaane dijiye hume, please." her cheeks flush as she stares at him with hurt that goes back almost a year.
"Agar biwi nahi maanta to kya raat ke 3 baje tumhaare peeche iss tarah aata? bojh nahi ho tum Gauri... kaise samjhau mai tumhe...? Mai tumhe todna nahi chahta hu," he mumbles against her hair. His voice is deep and sincere and it does things to her body that she doesn't want to feel in their situation. She avoids the painful thrust of his dark eyes then, quite unwilling to let him know of her vulnerability.
"Aapke chahne na chaahne se kya hota hai? Aap kyu aaye hai hume lene?" she enquires bitterly, before struggling to get out of his hold. He doesn't let her.
He loves her, he knows that. He has known that fact even before she had fallen pregnant. She affected him too much for it to be something silly. But no, there is no way he is overwhelming her with that information. He cannot afford to lose her, not when she means the world to him. So he refrains himself from blurting out the flood of emotions to her and sticks to something light and subtle that his quick wife is sure to understand.
"Omkara Singh Oberoi hu main Gauri. Mere chaahne aur na chaahne se bohot kuch hota hai. Par yaha baat tumhaari marzi ki hai. Aur mai kyu aaya? Ye wale kyun ka jawaab nahi hai mere paas. Par isska jawaab tum khus shaayad jaanti ho, par maanne se darrti ho. Mai bas itna jaanta hu ki tumhaare bina nahi reh sakta mai. And if I could go back in time, rewind everything back to when we first met, I'll do it. Without hesitation, just so I could do right by you. As wrong as it sounds, I'd lose the kids for that happily," he runs his hand down her back, trying to transfer some of his own warmth to her body, his tone cautious as if scared of her response. He draws in a ragged breath, awaiting her reply to his words.
She lifts her face from his chest to look at him with confusion,"Why would you do that? Wasn't it all about the baby?"
He smiles at her softly, bringing his other hand up to cup her cheek, "You have too many questions, Gauri. Anyway, it never was about the baby, Gauri. It was me being stubborn. As to your question of why I'd do that, I have a question of my own. Why don't you help me understand what it is? Dill ke maamlo me thoda kachha hu. I want you to give us a second chance. Not because of what I feel. But for what you feel. Because that is what is important as I have already proved what kind of unfeeling bas***d I am. Ek vaje se tum mere saath rahi, meri jaan bachaayi, mere bachho ko carry kiya and still managed to be selfless enough to walk away from them without demanding anything. To bas uss vaje ke liye, can you give us a second chance? Bohot takleef di hai maine tumhe. Mai maafi maangne ke laayak bhi nahi hu but I'm ready to apologise every single day, for the rest of my life," His words hold power as he accepts his mistakes and she can't help but feel that maybe something is right in what he is asking of her. That maybe there is something worth salvaging in their mess of a relation but the anxiety that has been a constant for some time rears it's head.
"what if it doesn't work out? What if I still want to leave?" she checks for her options.
Omkara's face pales at the speed of light and she is completely unprepared for it. It is very uncharacteristic to see him ashen, cheekbones tight with tension as he locks his eyes with hers. He has always been the calm, calculative one; making smart moves.
"then you are free to go back to Bareilly. Where you will meet a sculptor, who goes by the name Omkara, at your favourite Shankar Mandir. You'll bump into him, save him from falling and instead fall in love with him," his voice has a supressed savagery to it, one that makes her believe that he is capable of doing just that.
"Wouldn't it be morally wrong of me to fall in love with someone who is a father and could also be married?" she asks him, for a moment playing his little game. Her eyes still manage to gather up tears a she waits for his answer.
"He won't be married, I can promise you that. As for the other part, I think he will lie about that. It will be a bitter truth when you find it out on your own but... Gauri?" He stares in shock as she sways just a little. He holds on to her tightly with appealing eyes as he keeps her attention focused on himself. He doesn't really need to, because all he has to do is walk into the same room as her and all of her senses automatically tune in to every move of his but his eyes bore down on hers, staring deep into her very soul.
His open admission to willingly lie for something she considers so trivial shakes her to the core.
"You'll lie?" she stares at back him, totally stunned. She wants to hear it again because a confirmation is vital. Omkara Singh Oberoi doesn't lie, no matter the consequences. But he is ready to lie for her, his eyes glow with the emotion.
He means it, she knows. A moment later she realises that it is just enough for her. At least to give him another chance. Because right now, their relationship simply needs a tiny chance and a little bit of time for them to understand the wrong both of them seem to have done. Just a little for them to make it right, bit by bit. But then he replies to her in a breathtaking manner.
He keeps his gaze locked with hers, a hard glint in his eyes, as he bends down to whisper another hint in her ear, "Suna hai mohabbat aur jung me sab jaaiz hai."
And with that she loses the battle effectively.
Just like that, with the cheesiest line anyone could have ever uttered. It's a freeing feeling to listen to the words in his trademark husky voice, his admission that she has been too scared to consider as truth in the previous months. It is utterly beautiful to finally know that the last seven months haven't been a mirage, a concoction of her depressed mind. She takes a moment to process his words, to let them seep inside her as she fights off the smile that threatens to break on her face.
"Matlab ghum-phir kar hume aana yahi hai?" she brings up their interlinked hands to place them where his heart beats.
He pretends to think for a moment before replying, "Hamesha. Kyunki Okmkara ki Gauri ho tum. Gauri ke bina Omkara nahi." He brings her hand to his lips, brushing his lips across her knuckles softly.
She lets her other hand snake around his waist before placing her head on his chest, "Phir itna thak ke kya faayda?"
"Faayda-nuksaan yeh tum jaano, he gathers her close before asking impatiently, "Kya decide kiya phir? Jaane ka iraada hai?"
"Itna saara raita samet lene ke baad hume bhagaana chahte hai aap?" she tilts her head up to look at him mischievously.
"Not at all. Maine to tumhaare saath bhaagne ki planning ki hai. Bolo kaha jaana hai?" he runs his thumb along her cheek. She leans in to him again, resting her entire weight on him.
"Take me home, Omkara," she whispers with closed eyes and his heart does a high-jump with joy at her decision. She opens her eyes when he moves to pick her up, spotting the flashy car instantly.
"You took Rudy bhaiyya's car?" He'll be mad! she reprimands him.
"it was the fastest and he'll actually approve if I tell him the reason. I think I should because he might even give me a free sprint," he gestures her to open the door with a smirk. Silently, she agrees with him.
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Now I might have written just a bit more to this, something like an epilogue but it's not an epilogue because it's kinda like a continuation. Many of you want to know the name of the twins. It couldn't be included in this part because this just kept growing longer. If you guys are interested in reading it, I'll complete it and post it. Let me know! Hope you liked this part, a happy ending as many of you wanted.
Edited by FayeMia - 8 years ago
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