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Ok guys, it is time for lots of SuBul love on this forum! Go and read edabella's amazing start to "If it's all I can take, I'll remember it all" - our first official SuBul FF, I believe! And below is my little sketch of how I think it could all start...
Haven't watched the latest episodes/BTS so forgive me if it doesn't match! Also please forgive any Hindi mistakes, and corrections for Hindi are always welcome. English translations are in the next post
And AbhiGya fans...update for The Divorce coming after today's episode 😊 (not immediately - give me a few hours 😛)
Storm
a SuBul OS/SS by -mina-
It was the middle of Sarla's second week in the hospital, and Bulbul had pulled Suresh into a visiting room for a private talk. They had been arguing for nearly half an hour.
"Bubul, we can't do this," Suresh said helplessly. It tore at his heart to deny Bulbul when she was in need, but he couldn't agree to such an irresponsible plan. He would have to convince her to be more patient.
"Kyun! Kyun nahin kar sakhte?!" Bulbul demanded. Tears still rolled from her eyes, but her voice vibrated with impatient anger. "Maine explain kiya, na? We have to do this!"
"Bulbul, marrying me will only create new problems! It won't solve anything," Suresh replied. He raked a hand through his hair, exasperated to be explaining the same point for the tenth time.
"It will solve my problem with Purab! It will solve the problem between Di and Jiju!" Bulbul insisted.
"Bulbul -"
"Suresh! Tum mujhse pyaar karta ho, nahin? Tum meri dost ho, meri family friend. Main jab itni pereshaani main hoon, tum mujhe madat karne se manna kyun kar raho?" She grabbed at his shirt, tugging him closer in desperation.
Suresh put his hands on hers and gently held her away. "Dekho, Bulbul, main samajh sakhta ho ki tum bahut worried ho. But iska matlab yeh nahin hai ki hum jalbazi main -"
Bulbul threw up her hands. "Haven't you been listening to me? This is urgent, Suresh! Purab mera picche nahin chod rahe hai. Jab tak main uske nahin dekha sakhte that I have given up on him, he will think he still has a chance, he will not leave me alone and he will bother my family -"
"Bulbul, Purab loves you," Suresh tried to explain. It hurt him to defend the man Bulbul had chosen over him, but he couldn't deny the truth, and he needed to calm her down.
Bulbul, however, had her own opinion. "No, he doesn't love me! If he loved me, he wouldn't have backed out of marrying Aaliya! He wouldn't have kidnapped me from Pune. Don't you see, Suresh? He's just obsessed. He's no better than Aaliya, honestly, they were made for each other." Bulbul's voice was thick with disgust, and she was almost shaking with agitation.
"Lekin, Bulbul -"
"And you're di ki dost, too, aren't you?" Bulbul demanded, taking a fresh tack. "This will help her too. When Jiju sees how far I am willing to go from Purab's life, he will understand that Di and I never wanted to ruin Aaliya's engagement. Please, Suresh. Please do this for us," Bulbul begged. It occurred to her that she had developed a habit of begging men to make sacrifices for her family. On a distant level she felt ashamed and annoyed with herself about that, but right now she didn't have time for moral scruples. Her mother was in a coma, her sister was on the brink of divorce, and her ex-boyfriend had transformed into a scary stalker. She needed to just fix everything quickly.
"Bulbul, if I marry you like this, Pragya will never forgive me. Sarla aunty will never forgive either of us. This isn't proper and this isn't right, don't you -"
"Damn being proper!" Bulbul shouted. She had hoped that Suresh's devotion to her would overcome his need to be proper, but it seemed that just like Purab, he was going to disappoint her. Why were men so infuriating!
"And it is right," she continued, but she was starting to lose steam. "But fine, Suresh. If you won't help me, there's only one thing I can do. Meri ab iss duniya main koi bhi jaga nahin hain. It's better that I'm dead than to cause so many problems for my family," she concluded bitterly. She didn't really mean it; she knew she didn't have it in her to commit suicide. But she was feeling more desperate and helpless by the minute.
Suresh grabbed her shoulders in alarm. "Nahin, Bulbul! Don't even talk about such a foolish thing! Don't you understand how much that would hurt your family? It's never right to choose such a permanent solution for a temporary problem."
"Then marry me, Suresh! Please. You are my only chance to live. Please," Bulbul pleaded falling to his feet as she started crying again.
Suresh immediately brought her back to her feet, and because she was crying, he brought her against his chest and just held her. He had never thought it would be like this. Bulbul was finally choosing him, but only as the next best alternative to death.
As a mature, intelligent man, he knew should still turn her down. But, his heart ached for her, and he found he could not deny her. He could not imagine a world without Bulbul in it.
For better or worse, he would accept her proposal.
"Theek hai, Bulbul," he finally said. "Theek hai. We'll get married."
Bulbul pulled away just enough to look into his eyes. "Really! Thank you, Suresh! Main janti thi, I knew I could count on you, thank you, Suresh!" Bulbul gushed, a glimmer of her normal self resurfacing as she smiled for the first time in days. She dashed away her tears and then leaned up to quickly kiss his cheek. "Thank you," she said again, hugging him tight and pressing her head against his chest.
Suresh let his arms settle around her waist. He felt guilty about the small surge of satisfaction he felt from having her in his arms. He thought about what lay ahead for them, and grimly hoped that they would survive the coming storm. All he knew was that he would do anything he could to make Bulbul happy, good sense be damned...
~to be continued?~
So guys kaisa laga???
And a reminder that English translations are in the next post.
And does anyone want me to continue? I want to show AbhiGya's reaction, and involve Suresh's mother and Rachna. I don't have a complete idea of how this difficult start turns to love, but I could write a little more...no promises, but is anyone interested?
Please like and comment! And THANK YOU for reading!!!
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