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Heylo,
I am not exactly new here on the KRPKAB forum but sort of new too, I'm not sure. I write EDKV fanfics but I started KRPK fanfic before that but due to no response, my spirits got sort of dull and now toh I narely even remember the story myself. But guysss, this new track in the show has made my brain go on a treadmill run for new-new thoughts and I am worst when it comes to stopping the temptation to write.
So, I am just trying my hand at writing a random prologue. Let's see where it goes. Also, it starts from how today's precap was shown with Dev asking Sona to leave. (11/01/17)
I'd seek out for your reactions & reviews because there is nothing more satisfying than to get reviews on anything you work on. Yeah?
Go ahead. ~
PROLOGUE ---
The bleak rays of sun pour into my room. Had it been somebody else, they might have not made even a single 'uff' about it, but I did.
I, Sonakshi Bose, have become a nocturnal. To an extent where I pretty much irk myself.
I shut the files in front of me and push them aside and walk up to the life size potrait of us.
Well, I am not sure if there was any us, anymore.
"Morning, Dev." I whispered softly to his picture.
"Time to rise and shine." I press my palms against my face and make a little prayer for him and everybody else.
It'd been an year today, since I walled out of the Ishwari Niwas. Well, not exactly did I walk out, I was asked to get out by my husband. The pain that his words brought was still there, it was only that I had learnt to overlook the wound of his words. My love for him was much more than the hatred he had lit inside me for himself. Even if we cross paths someday, I was sure I wouldn't talk to him. I was still grieving on the loss of alot of things. And he was the reason for it.
Day in and day out, all I had done was think. Where did I falter? What more could have I done? What else should've I said? What better could have I been?
And every answer brings me to the glaring fact about our relationship - it had gotten weak with all the bumps and trials it had faced on the regular basis.
Yes, I still loved him despite every hurtful word he threw at me; despite every action he took that tore us apart. I still had his number on my speed dial, but in this whole year, he had not called me even once. Not even a text. It was disheartening. Painful.
Sometimes I'd just throw up thinking about him and us and what we could have been but weren't.
Sometimes, I cry myself to dreamless sleep, with a vague black and white ultrasound image of our unborn - and now dead - baby. The chances of conceiving were 7% but the Shimla trip had worked, against all odds. And I had conceived. I hated Dev in some tiny moments, because I couldn't even share the news of our baby with him; because I couldn't mourn of our baby's loss with him. He was exempted from it all.
Sometimes, I'd pray so hard to all the gods there are to make me sleep for forever because this separation had taken an irreversible toll on me.
Sometimes, no cross that, often my fingers would go over the button of 1. To speed dial my husband. To hurl all the curses, I know, on him to bring such misery upon me. I didn't want a fairytale like this. Weren't fairytales supposed to end with a happily ever after? Why must he snatch that from me?
"Sona?" It was dada's hand on my shoulder that made me flinch back to the cold reality of now and today.
Devrat Dixit was still legally my husband. We never got divorced. Only that, I had stopped being his anything.
It hurt how easily he drew me out of his life, again. It hurt how I could breathe but not share every little and big details of my day with him. It insanely hurt that I couldn't love him, hold him. It insanely hurt that he didn't even know how much I despised him, sometimes.
"Yes, Dada?" I turned around and gave my fakest smile. Yeah, I had trained myself very well.
"Ishwari Aunty called."
Three words. Hundred hopes. And thousand tiny prayers.
"Why?" I clutched the sides of my kurta, tightly.
"She wants you to come home." Dada didn't look at ease. There was more to come so I waited. Even though all I wanted to do was snort at her request or demand, whatever she made from my brother, that is.
"Sona..dev..woh.."
I frowned.
Dada never fumbled. Never, unless it was grave. Beyond grave that is.
"He wants a divorce and he wants you to be there at his home for a final..meet. To confront and talk to you."
So many words. So much to process. And all shattered hopes. I fell down on my knees, on the freezing cold floor. In this moment, I realised how much, how much did I want him to ask for me to come back to him, because him asking me to leave for forever was worse than everything I had collectively went through the whole past year.
Why couldn't this ground split open and swallow me whole. Why?
A/N.
Now that i wrote this. It's not really an OS actually. I just built a whole damn plot in my head in past 5 minutes and I think it's gonna be a little story.
I'd proceed if you all would like me to go ahead, that is.
Plus this story is going to be painful and real.
Also, I am not going to promise every-day updates BUT I'll try to be really consistent, with what all I have to do. (I am studying law guys. Takes a toll on me. Sooo, please understand. Thanks.)
Edit: send me a PM if you want me to message when I update this story because i am a little disoriented right now. So lemme know who all wants me to PM.
REVIEWS AWAITING!
Love, Palak.
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INDEX ---
CHAPTER 1 - PAGE 3.
CHAPTER 2 - PAGE 4.
