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Part 1
Ishqbaaz Universe (after Omkara talks to Arjun and confirms that he has made a huge folly)
Omkara walked away from the English Coaching Centre with a heavy heart and a more than guilty conscience. He had been so wrong... so cruel... how could he ever redeem himself? He had gone too far this time and there looked to be no way back. How had he been so blind? How could he accuse her like that? How could he think so lowly of her as to believe she was capable of such a thing - that she would make a mockery of their marriage in such a way? That she would paint such a smear on the purity of their relationship? How had he believed she would breach the sanctity of their marriage? All these questions were running through his head, yet he held the answer to every single one. Omkara's biggest issue when it came to his wife had been that even before he wrongly judged that she WOULD do such a thing, he had already assumed long back that she COULD do it. His mistakes all stemmed from his earlier misconceptions - if only he could change his first perception of her. If only he could turn back the pages and rewrite their story. Scoffing at the impossible direction his thoughts were turning in, Omkara willed himself to think of where he could find his wife. Where could she have gone? And again his brain readily supplied the answer - looks like OSO's brain had finally awoken from its long misunderstanding-imposed sleep. Bareilly. As she had once said, the chirraiya would only return to her nest.
Bareilly. The place where their story started... not a love story, a hate story. The mere mention of that city brought forward the shrieks of Jhanvi Thakur, echoing those of her namesake - his mother. That city where he had met the monstrous Kali Thakur and confirmed that some men were irredeemable - like his own father. The land that became a baraati to his wedding to what he believed was a conniving woman - a replica of Svetlana. The Bareilly that would always be the eye-witness to his greatest folly - misunderstanding Gauri. Could he go back there? Could he face all those bad memories to get her back? Yet again his brain had a reply prepped and ready - for her, he would have to.
Omkara reached his car, deciding to call Shivaay to arrange for a chopper as he needed to get to Bareilly as soon as possible. Opening the door, he was just about to take the driver's seat when he was halted by a hand on his shoulder. Impatiently he turned and came face-to-face with an old man. Straightening Omkara found he was more than a head taller than the stranger, who wore an orange garb that identified him as a Holy man. Thinking that he had been approached to give alms, Omkara dug into his pocket and pulled out a wad of notes (don't ask me why he carries money around like that, all the OBros do for some reason).
"Apne paise rakh, beta. Main zarooratmandho se nahin leta. Keep your money, son. I do not take from the needy." The old man refused to take the money that had been extended towards him.
Omkara was taken aback by his words. Although he was in a rush, he informed the old man, "Aapko koi galatfami hui hai. Main zarooratmandh nahin hoon. Yeh paise aap lelijye. You have some misunderstanding, I am not needy. You keep this money."
The old man still did not take the money from his hand, instead he began to smile. "Galatfamiyon ka shikaar banne ki aadat meri nahin hain, beta. Tumne jitna galatfamiyon ki kaaran khoya hai, uske bhaad tumse zyaade zarooratmandh khon hosakta hai? Aaj main tumse kuch lene nahin, dene aaya hoon. It is not my habit to fall prey to misunderstandings, son. After all you have lost due to misunderstandings, who is more needy than you? Today I am not here to take anything from you, but to give something to you."
If Omkara had been surprised before, he was full shocked now. How did this man know about his malady - one he had only recently discovered - his tendency to misunderstand that had lead to losing his wife? Bewildered, he queried, "Aapko kaise patah yeh sab...? How do you know all this...?"
"Mujhe kya patah hai aur kaise patah hai, usse kuch farak nahin padta. Farak toh iss baat se padta hai ke ab tum kya karoge. What I know and how I know makes no difference. What will make a difference is what you do now." The old man smiled serenely as he gazed up at Omkara.
Suddenly feeling as though he was undergoing some form of examination, Omkara held the stranger's gaze and mentally debated whether to answer him or interrogate him as to the source of all his information. Before he could do either the old man spoke again.
"Tumhara mujh par shak karna jaayiz hai, par tumne itne waqt mein kya yeh nahin seekha ke jab zubaan par vishwaas na ho, toh aankhein padh leni chahyein - aankhein kabhi jhoot nahin bolti. Agar tum yeh seekh leloge, joh tumhe chahiye woh tum haasil karloge. Apni patni koh waapis haasil karloge. Your doubting me is understandable, but in all this time have you not learnt that when you cannot trust somebody's word, then you should read their eyes - the eyes never lie. If you learn this lesson, then what you want you shall obtain. You shall obtain your wife again." The old man's aged eyes twinkled as he beamed up at Omkara.
Under any other circumstance, Omkara would have overlooked the stranger's advice as the delusion of an old man, or some kind of scam but jumping to conclusions had only led him him astray thus far so for once he decided to channel his wife and take leap of faith. He stared into the stranger's eyes and something called out to him making him feel as though this was a man who could be trusted - who would not deceive him. He realised with a jolt that the same quality was one he had often overlooked in Gauri's eyes and remembering that he was trying to rectify past mistakes he decided to hear the man out.
"Aap mujhe kya de sakte ho? Mujhe joh chahiye woh mujhse bohot dhoor hochuki hai, par main usse wapas zaroor launga. Apni galtiyon ko sudhaarunga. Apni biwi ka vishwaas wapas jeetunga. Usko dobhara kabhi takleef nahin dhunga. What can you give to me? What I want has gone very far from me, but I will definitely bring her back. I will correct my mistakes. I will win back my wife's trust. I will never cause her pain again." Omkara's eyes held the promise and determination to fulfil his words.
"Yeh joh vachan tumne aaj liye hain, tumhe hamesha yaad rakhne chahiye. Kabhi dobhara kisi bhi cheez ko tumhe usse alag mat karne dene. Apne aap ko usko saup doh - tann, maan, dimaag aur aatma se. Kabhi apne aap ko usse dhoor mat rakhna, kyunki yeh mauka tumhe dobhara nahin milega. The vows you have sworn today, you must remember always. Never again let anything keep you from her. Give yourself to her - body, mind, heart and soul. Never distance yourself from her, for this is a chance you will not receive again." With that the old man caressed the top of Omkara's head - which he should not have been able to reach given the Artist's taller stature, but it was as if the old man has grown in inches whilst giving his sagely advice - then turned away from the befuddled man, chanting "Om Namah Shivaya."
Bareilly: Alternate Universe - 13th February (DBO First Episode)
Shaking his head at this strange encounter Omkara made to enter his car again, but stopped as he noticed a strange sound - why could he hear the noise of a busy marketplace on a desolated road? Omkara looked up and encountered the surprise of his life - he was no longer on that desolated road where he had parked in his haste to look for Gauri at the English Coaching centre, but in a familiar crowded market place. The same market place where fate had introduced Omkara Singh Oberoi to Gauri Kumari Sharma. Feeling as though he were in a dream Omkara looked down at himself and realised his clothes had somehow changed and his hair was now tied in the half-pony style he now rarely favoured, but was his trademark look a few months prior. Everything looked darker and he realised he was wearing shades. In disbelief, he looked down at his phone and checked the date - 13th February, the day Gauri had bulldozed into his life. Omkara felt a split-second of panic - how was this possible? - before a soothing voice sounding remarkably like his wife, chimed in his head, telling him to calm down and keep vishwaas that all would be fine and he took a deep breath deciding to assess the situation before freaking out.
He leaned against the car door, ignoring the overwhelming feeling of Deja-Vu and removed his shades, taking in the bright surroundings and the great temple standing before him. The voice in his head took on an almost nagging quality and he joined his hands to give a distant pranaam to Gauri's ShankarJi, his mind abuzz with questions. Had he really travelled back in time? It was impossible... right? As if on cue his phone began to ring and the name Shivaay flashed across its screen. Resisting the urge to pinch himself as he knew he was awake due to the pounding ache raging in his head and deciding to clear his doubts right away, Omkara took the call.
"Shivaay."
"Om kahan hai tu? Om where are you?" Shivaay's worried voice came through the phone - 'Not too out of the ordinary, I didn't inform Shivaay before leaving home this morning... nothing to worry about Omkara.' Omkara tried to console himself. "Subah se tumhara phone laga raha hoon, not reachable aaraha hai. I have been trying your phone since morning, but I keep getting not reachable." - That was weird because Omkara had insured he had signal all day incase Gauri called. The memory of a similar phone call in this exact place was very clear in Omkara's mind... but that was impossible... right? He decide to give the same reply he had given then.
"Haan woh, yahan todha network issue hai. Yes, there is a bit of network issue here." Omkara willed Shivaay to clarify his situation, without having to ask and sound like a mad man.
"Okay. Deal lock hui? Did you lock the deal?" - Oh flip!... Omkara had not done any business dealing in months, having returned to his artistic routes and there was no way this was a practical joke as Shivaay would never partake in such a thing. This was actually happening... against all odds, it was happening... Omkara Singh Oberoi had travelled back in time.
His mind racing Omkara gave Shivaay a vague response and cut the call, waving off any concerns. He had just been about to head to Bareilly after talking to that old man... that old man! He had given him strange advice only minutes ago... about a chance... a chance he would not receive again... Could it be? Was this a chance for him to correct all the wrongs he had committed against his wife? Omkara could barely dare to hope - a second chance at giving her the perfect love story, at righting all the wrongs in their tale. Slowly, then rapidly, then completely, all of his doubts disappeared. Gauri's ShankarJi had bestowed upon him a gift - a gift with which he would give his chirraiya all the happiness she deserved and none of the pain she had unfairly suffered through. His mind made up and an emerging vishwaas building in his chest, Omkara began to beam, ready to embrace this opportunity with open arms. It was time to win his Gauri the way he should have done in the first place. No more misunderstandings, no more being the cause of her tears. Omkara Singh Oberoi would write a new story and make Gauri Kumari Sharma into Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi the right way.
Edited by kashishsr - 7 years ago
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