Omkara drabble - Broken

Below is a drabble on Omkara during his dark past. So obviously RiKara here is AU. Let me warn you beforehand it's dark. Don't blame me for spoiling your mood later.

He reminds her of a star...burning But beautiful.

It's the first time they see each other, ever since she had been assigned to work at the rehabilitation center. It is a rainy day, the kind that makes you too lazy to get out of the bed, she breaks her sandal on her way, bumps into Dr. Neil and ruins his well codified files and rushes down the corridor, wet hair slapping her cheeks with each of those steps.

Then a blood curling scream stops her. It's like a groan of a trapped animal, a bleeding predator cornered by the hunters. There's something terrible about it all that makes her unable to walk on, that makes so many of old memories rush back to her mind. Images of death, lost family, burning flames, broken glass and loneliness wrap her tight and she shivers, he is still screaming.

As soon as her steps take her towards the door that he bangs she knows she is up to no good. She is not supposed to be there. She's not allowed there.

He has bars over the already broken glass opening on his door. They almost convince her to turn around. But then again, her curious mind takes the reins and her eyes peer through the gaps. The darkness within almost blinds her and she is oblivious to the cold bars she is unconsciously gripping.

He is not screaming anymore.

Her heart jumps to her mouth.

Long, white fingers swathe around those of hers gripping the bars. Her gaze traps into a pair of bloodshot eyes. He is pale, almost as white as wax. But his eyes are so dark...she wonders if darkness could burn. Because his eyes surely does. There is dark hair strands all over his face, uncaring he let's them stay.

She wonders if her eyes are really as wide as those of her reflection in his eyes. A deer in the headlights. She waits for him to scream again or perhaps for a worse pain.

She could see that insane need to break something simmer in his wickedly dark eyes and feel herself paralyzed by the same intensity. Like a butterfly caught by a spider...her eyes refuse to blink.

His voice is a low growl when he speaks, and it stirs something unknown inside her. Something that tastes like pain but burns like a flame.

"Leave!

And she doesn't need telling twice.

**

She steers clear of him and his cell as long as she could but those eyes visits her dreams. She tosses and turns unsettled for the entire night and the thoughts continue to whisper in the back of her mind. He is hardly one of those rich spoilt kids gone too far, something about him tells her that.

He knows what he is doing. Or what it was doing to him. He knows it's no adventure. It's means to an end and the cold resignation in his eyes frightens her.

She had never imagined death. Perhaps it looks like him.

She finds him in the rain, at the very edge of the terrace, hardly conscious, hardly alive. The poorly gripped silver blade almost slipping from his fingers. And she gasps at the blood trickling down the concrete edges before yelling for help.

He almost grips her wrist in a weak attempt to stop her. He is almost too far gone.

Main marna nahi chahata tha Shivay, she hears him telling the stormy eyed young man, curled underneath the window sill and looking up at him with those strange eyes.

Shivay shakes his head, gulping his words.

"I don't feel alive.

She believes him as she walks away before either of them notices her.

**

"Kiyun chali aati ho baar baar? His words bite her as he catches her staring at his paintings many weeks later.

She almost opens her mouth to deny and then finds herself pressed against the paint stained wall, his fingers swathed around her wrists.

"Aap bathaiye, she surprises herself by speaking. "aap kiyun baar baar issi andhere mein kho jaate hai?

"Tumhe kya? He almost spats at her. "Meri zindagi meri marzi

She doesn't reply. Letting him imply a meaning to that silence, interpret what she did not say. He leaves her slowly, shrugging as he moves away.

"Kissi ka haq nahi hota apne zindagi par, she calls after him as he furiously starts to stroke blacks and reds in to another wall. "Woh haq un logo ka hota hai jo aap se pyaar kare. Kissi ko rulane ka haq kissi ka nahi hota. Kissi ko akhela chorne ka haq kissi ka nahi hota.

He doesn't reply as the tears choke her. Those words aren't meant for him anymore. She runs away hiding her own breakdown. As usual he doesn't follow back.

**

"Tumhe kiss ne chora? he asks silently, staring out of the rain splattered window. His pencil on the sketch pad pauses as he looks up at her.

Two hours, it's the time they have to sit out here. Keeping his mind distracted from its craving for intoxication. She is instructed to talk to him and keep talking as long as the conversation lasts.

"Sub ne, her voice is blunt and void if emotions.

"Miss karti ho unhe?

She shakes her head gently. An ache burning somewhere closer to her heart.

"She started drinking when I was ten, he says abruptly. "my mom, he adds darkly. "Kuch cheeze toot ne mein aawaz nahi aate.

She looks up and finds his eyes brimming with tears. A sight that is sadly beautiful. She reaches out and brushes her thumb against the edge of his eye. He stills, gazing at her, looking uncertain, confused and needy at the same time. She lets her hand linger against his cold cheek and he closes his eyes with a sigh.

She finds the light in the end of the tunnel that day, the crack in his wall. He is no monster as most would believe, but simply an ugly caterpillar slowly turning into a butterfly.

**

I'm not sure why I wrote this or why it's so dark.

But as always I sincerely hope it was worth the read as far as a drabble could go.

Open to your thoughts.

Thanks for reading!

Love,