Now this one shot goes out to 3 people in particular, however it is dedicated to every reader, every single reader of VohRishta. That story is the scariest and darkest however all of you have stuck by me, the end is nowhere near in sight however the course towards that end has changed. Therefore this OS is the original ending. The 3 particular people will be below.
The end has just begun
She stepped back to survey her handiwork, she did not possess a selfish bone in her body however what was before her had Khushi patting herself on the back, both mentally and physically. She gazed around again and giggled with triumph at the now wallpapered room. The earlier dull beige was replaced with shocking fuscia, the colour itself brightened Khushi's new life. She was so busy admiring her work that her arm was still patting her back, well it wasn't patting..it seemed as if her hand was stuck.
Lips forming an O like shape, eyes as round as the widest saucers she arched forward to try and slide her hand off but the fingers refused to budge. "Hai devi-maiyan I've really done it now" She muttered to herself. And just like that the haze returned, the haunting feeling gambling with her senses as a dark cloud descended upon Khushi and his voice came, lifting her spirits into the spirals that they were made of he created. "Yes you have" his lips grazed her neck, avoiding the patches of glue.
"Y-you" Her breathing faltered, her words stumbling.
"Yes me" He laughed, always in control, always calm in comparison to her frazzled nerves. She felt him nibble on her earlobe as his teeth came into play, following the path his lips once fled upon. "How did you-g-get in?" But he avoided her question, his fingers whispering against the soft cotton wrapped around her body. "Have I ever told you I love sarees?" His voice came out heavy and hard"
"No-o" She muttered, feeling his knuckles graze the hollows of her bellybutton, she swallowed the saliva, oh the devil knew what melted her senses didn't he? "No matter I can tell you now, but first lets remove these fingers, it's becoming awkward to love you like this" His lips following his knuckles against her forearm, after the release of every finger he kissed the gluey mess, as if kissing the tension away.
"Arn-a-a-v" She whispered. And just like that he was gone, the cloud slipped away and the gambling was over. But just like that he had played the tune to her body, used her and thrown away, yet she could not keep him at bay, the harp he used was to enchanting it beseeched her to come dance before him and every time she compiled.
The loud cry of one of the girls bought her attention to the present, and their laughs soon erupted as they found their fellow sister in a sorry state. "Didi aap kitni baar eesa karengi?" They asked, highly amused with her clumsiness. "Jitni baar woh aayenge" She whispered in return, but the whisper went unheard amongst the giggles of the younger girls.
Or so she thought.
Somewhere a man waited for his love, waited against his window pane as he looked out onto the wild pastures, his eyes were following the cracks in the wallpaper and that's when he heard her. "Every time, I will come every time" He whispered in return, but this whisper was definitely not heard as the woman who chose to hear it also chose to shut it away blaming her mind for coming up with mindless beings.
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Yes thats it. That was the ending, it was going to be a longer ending, and a more of a ' er ' yeah a flourish if you like, but I didn't do that. It was going to be more detailed but I couldn't do that. This is a life, or a dream of what she would have had. If you have read voh-rishta you would know who I am talking about.
Now three dedications [in no order whats-so-ever]
1) Sona - for comforting me, for being there and for sticking to the story like glue, for seeing potential when the majority saw the ugliness for looking past it all, this ones for you.
2) V - I don't actually know how to write this one, I stared at my screen for a good 3 seconds. But you mean everything to this story. EVERYTHING. You are one of the people that have encouraged me to continue this and for that I am forever indebted to you.
3) Rae - you wanted the lovely romance and I turned it into something else, for that I am forever sorry but the fact that you still open up the page every time I send the link regardless of how much you hate it means alot. A heck of a lot.