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Hi guys, I had written this OS for the Kumkum Bhagya OS Contest! I made a few edits to this! Please read and all criticisms/comments are welcome!
Maybe we were just not meant to be...
It was 5:00 A.M.
My buzzing of my alarm jerked me awake. I stumbled to turn it off before it would wake up the whole house. I reached out, trying to find the chashma on the table beside my bed. I slowly got out of my bed, careful to not wake up Bulbul. However, there was no point in doing so . Bulbul could sleep through tornado, if she wanted.
Nobody else got up as early as I did in the Arora household. Bulbul, especially, thought it was pointless and dumb to wake up so early when she could be sleeping peacefully. I didn't even have to wake up so early for her college lectures, but I did anway.
I found it very peaceful and relaxing. There weren't any noisy sounds of traffic, Bulbul belting out tunes along with her iPod, or her Daadi turning up her TV shows so loud that I couldn't even hear myself( according to my Daadi, this was budaapan ke side effects).
It was only me. The only time in which I could squeeze in some "me" time.
I sat down at my desk and opened up my planner. I smiled as I saw the warm tones of orange in the sky. Another reason why I liked to wake up early: sunrise was beautiful. As I turned on my desk lamp, I noticed the date on my planner. My smile faltered. I traced the golden letterings with her finger as I smiled bitterly.
It was July 29th.
Funny were life's games. A year ago, that date was a memorial of our blooming marriage. Today, it was the grave of it.
It had been 6 months since our divorce
I had moved on. I was back to teaching, something that always gave her immense joy. I was back to hearing the cheerful chatter of her students, which brought back her own college memories and back to the delightful smell of her mom's Anda Burji. I had moved on. Or at least the rest of the world thought so..
I would rather smell his cologne wafting through the air, or hear his teasing remarks. Or his "Eey Chashmish"
But I couldn't go back to again. Never again would that happen. Abhi probably had moved on with Tannu. And..I was supposed to move on too. I was supposed to hate him. Supposed to. But I didn't. I couldn't do it as hard as I tried to.
It was not that I wasn't angry at him. I was very angry at him for playing with my feelings, but I couldn't hate him.
I had moved on for the rest of the world. I couldn't sit and wail in the corner, even if I wanted to as I had responsibilities of my own. I needed to act strong.
But was I? That was totally another question itself.
I picked up a photo of Abhi from my drawer.
I had everything I could ever want, but I realized I didn't have it all..
I didn't have him.
And that was one sentence that said it all.
"Are you thinking about him again Di?,"accused Bulbul, interrupting my thoughts.
I turned around to see Bulbul behind me staring at the picture of Abhishek on my table. I realized that it was now 6:30 A.M
"I...," I began.
"Di, why do you do this to yourself? Why do you think about that useless man? That insensitive jerk... scheduling his wedding with his girlfriend behind your back while still married to you!!"
"Why Bulbul did you think he was going to marry me? It was not like you weren't aware of his relationship with Tannu..."
"Because Di...I thought would start to love you. You guys were perfect for each other...And I thought he finally did start to love you, but...
So did I. But ofcourse I didn't say that.
"Bulbul, not everything you hope for happens. And well..this was
I turn around and start to walk away.
"But why do you still think about him. Why do you keep on thinking about such a person, especially one who doesn't even care.
"Bulbul, I..."
"Why do you love him?," she asked almost accusingly and left the room in anger leaving me with my misery.
Bulbul's words echoed in my mind,"...especially for someone who doesn't even care."
But Bulbul was right. Why did I love him?
A little voice echoed in my head.
Maybe it was because of the little things he had done to make her smile, the never ending support he had given to my family, the admirable things he had done, his possessiveness over me, or even how him being so close to me always left me breathless
But all of this didn't matter now because he wasn't mine anymore. In fact, he was never mine.
And he would never be.
------
Abhi fiddled with the button of his kurta. The Mehra Mansion was filled with color and vibrant music after a long time. It was supposed to be a happy occasion, but for the residents of the mansion it wasn't so much. It was just another day in the Mehra Mansion.
Aaliya had not moved on yet. She was still haunted by Purab's thoughts however her plans to separate Rabul had definitely stopped. It just wasn't worth it anymore. It wasn't worth waiting for a guy who didn't even care.
The Daasis had long gone to Ludhiana. Now Daadi, was left alone. She had no one. Pragya had left months ago.The Aaliya she knew had gone long since. She wasn't the smart , sassy, but innocent girl that she was during her teenage years. She had turned into a cunning, and manipulative woman, but these days she had seen Aaliya transform into a quiet girl who didn't talk much The Abhi she had always adored wasn't himself anymore and he started to became withdrawn. More than that, however, the things he had done disgusted her.
Rachna was as stubborn as ever, and Aakash, as much as he tried to make amends, she wouldn't let him.
Taiji, Mithali and Raj were as miserable as ever.
And Tayaji was upset about the fact that his family was tearing apart and he couldn't
do anything about it.
And Abhi? It didn't matter much to himself at the moment. Everything in this wedding had to be perfect.
Abhi walked down the stairs with a fake smile plastered on his face. Within minutes, a beautiful bride was in sight, walking down the stairs. The bride was no other than Tannu.
Although, it was supposed to be a happy occasion, the residents of the Mehra House were melancholy. What reason did they have to be happy?
-----
As the panditji was reciting the mantras, Abhi had flashes of his and Pragya's wedding.
Her hope-filled eyes in her wedding outfit, her look of care towards his Daadi was almost unbearable for him to think about. A nauseous feeling settled into his stomach. If only he had stopped that stupid revenge ploy and stopped the marriage.
If only he had stopped this wedding, then he wouldn't be so depressed with his life. If only he wasn't introduced to Fuggy, who came like a refreshing jolt of breeze into his life. If only he hadn't met the Arora family, who gave him a loving Maa, a rocking Daadi, and Bulbul, who was like his choti behen.
If only.
Too bad mistakes weren't corrected by "if only's".
The pandit asking for someone to tie the end of the bride's and groom's garments so the could perform the saat phere, yanked him from his thoughts.
He got up and tied the shawl and pleats of the bride and groom: Tannushree Sharma and Sanjay Khandelwal, a rich bussiness tycoon.
After, Pragya went away from him, he realized he couldn't marry Tannu. He couldn't bind her in a relationship where he didn't love her, and where both of them wouldn't be happy.
A little voice appeared in his head. Why not do the same for Pragya?
Pragya had outright refused when he offered to help.
He remembered the moment clearly:
----
"What...are you now trying to make yourself feel better by trying to help?,"she said bitterly. "I don't need you or your favors."
---
But it was more than that. He could have persisted. But he couldn't bear to see another guy beside her as her husband. He knew he was being selfish. The nauseous feeling in his stomach was growing.
As the kanyadaan was going on, he remembered Pragya's kanyadaan. The amount of hope she showed that this marriage would actually work out. He broke all of her hopes, dreams, and promises...
He missed her and her love. He wished she was theirs beside him, comforting him as she always had done. Putting a hand on his shoulder, and telling him that everything was going to be alright.
But she wasn't there.
He just couldn't take it anymore, and ran to the bathroom, almost throwing up. Tears poured out.
Funny were life's games. On their marriage day, he couldn't wait to get rid of Pragya. But now, on their anniversary, he couldn't forget her as much as he tried.
But destiny was even funnier. Sometimes it has things planned that you couldn't even imagine.
Not even in your wildest dreams
It was 5:00 A.M.
My buzzing of my alarm jerked me awake. I stumbled to turn it off before it would wake up the whole house. I reached out, trying to find the chashma on the table beside my bed. I slowly got out of my bed, careful to not wake up Bulbul. However, there was no point in doing so . Bulbul could sleep through tornado, if she wanted.
Nobody else got up as early as I did in the Arora household. Bulbul, especially, thought it was pointless and dumb to wake up so early when she could be sleeping peacefully. I didn't even have to wake up so early for her college lectures, but I did anway.
I found it very peaceful and relaxing. There weren't any noisy sounds of traffic, Bulbul belting out tunes along with her iPod, or her Daadi turning up her TV shows so loud that I couldn't even hear myself( according to my Daadi, this was budaapan ke side effects).
It was only me. The only time in which I could squeeze in some "me" time.
I sat down at my desk and opened up my planner. I smiled as I saw the warm tones of orange in the sky. Another reason why I liked to wake up early: sunrise was beautiful. As I turned on my desk lamp, I noticed the date on my planner. My smile faltered. I traced the golden letterings with her finger as I smiled bitterly.
It was July 29th.
Funny were life's games. A year ago, that date was a memorial of our blooming marriage. Today, it was the grave of it.
It had been 6 months since our divorce
I had moved on. I was back to teaching, something that always gave her immense joy. I was back to hearing the cheerful chatter of her students, which brought back her own college memories and back to the delightful smell of her mom's Anda Burji. I had moved on. Or at least the rest of the world thought so..
I would rather smell his cologne wafting through the air, or hear his teasing remarks. Or his "Eey Chashmish"
But I couldn't go back to again. Never again would that happen. Abhi probably had moved on with Tannu. And..I was supposed to move on too. I was supposed to hate him. Supposed to. But I didn't. I couldn't do it as hard as I tried to.
It was not that I wasn't angry at him. I was very angry at him for playing with my feelings, but I couldn't hate him.
I had moved on for the rest of the world. I couldn't sit and wail in the corner, even if I wanted to as I had responsibilities of my own. I needed to act strong.
But was I? That was totally another question itself.
I picked up a photo of Abhi from my drawer.
I had everything I could ever want, but I realized I didn't have it all..
I didn't have him.
And that was one sentence that said it all.
"Are you thinking about him again Di?,"accused Bulbul, interrupting my thoughts.
I turned around to see Bulbul behind me staring at the picture of Abhishek on my table. I realized that it was now 6:30 A.M
"I...," I began.
"Di, why do you do this to yourself? Why do you think about that useless man? That insensitive jerk... scheduling his wedding with his girlfriend behind your back while still married to you!!"
"Why Bulbul did you think he was going to marry me? It was not like you weren't aware of his relationship with Tannu..."
"Because Di...I thought would start to love you. You guys were perfect for each other...And I thought he finally did start to love you, but...
So did I. But ofcourse I didn't say that.
"Bulbul, not everything you hope for happens. And well..this was
I turn around and start to walk away.
"But why do you still think about him. Why do you keep on thinking about such a person, especially one who doesn't even care.
"Bulbul, I..."
"Why do you love him?," she asked almost accusingly and left the room in anger leaving me with my misery.
Bulbul's words echoed in my mind,"...especially for someone who doesn't even care."
But Bulbul was right. Why did I love him?
A little voice echoed in my head.
Maybe it was because of the little things he had done to make her smile, the never ending support he had given to my family, the admirable things he had done, his possessiveness over me, or even how him being so close to me always left me breathless
But all of this didn't matter now because he wasn't mine anymore. In fact, he was never mine.
And he would never be.
------
Abhi fiddled with the button of his kurta. The Mehra Mansion was filled with color and vibrant music after a long time. It was supposed to be a happy occasion, but for the residents of the mansion it wasn't so much. It was just another day in the Mehra Mansion.
Aaliya had not moved on yet. She was still haunted by Purab's thoughts however her plans to separate Rabul had definitely stopped. It just wasn't worth it anymore. It wasn't worth waiting for a guy who didn't even care.
The Daasis had long gone to Ludhiana. Now Daadi, was left alone. She had no one. Pragya had left months ago.The Aaliya she knew had gone long since. She wasn't the smart , sassy, but innocent girl that she was during her teenage years. She had turned into a cunning, and manipulative woman, but these days she had seen Aaliya transform into a quiet girl who didn't talk much The Abhi she had always adored wasn't himself anymore and he started to became withdrawn. More than that, however, the things he had done disgusted her.
Rachna was as stubborn as ever, and Aakash, as much as he tried to make amends, she wouldn't let him.
Taiji, Mithali and Raj were as miserable as ever.
And Tayaji was upset about the fact that his family was tearing apart and he couldn't
do anything about it.
And Abhi? It didn't matter much to himself at the moment. Everything in this wedding had to be perfect.
Abhi walked down the stairs with a fake smile plastered on his face. Within minutes, a beautiful bride was in sight, walking down the stairs. The bride was no other than Tannu.
Although, it was supposed to be a happy occasion, the residents of the Mehra House were melancholy. What reason did they have to be happy?
-----
As the panditji was reciting the mantras, Abhi had flashes of his and Pragya's wedding.
Her hope-filled eyes in her wedding outfit, her look of care towards his Daadi was almost unbearable for him to think about. A nauseous feeling settled into his stomach. If only he had stopped that stupid revenge ploy and stopped the marriage.
If only he had stopped this wedding, then he wouldn't be so depressed with his life. If only he wasn't introduced to Fuggy, who came like a refreshing jolt of breeze into his life. If only he hadn't met the Arora family, who gave him a loving Maa, a rocking Daadi, and Bulbul, who was like his choti behen.
If only.
Too bad mistakes weren't corrected by "if only's".
The pandit asking for someone to tie the end of the bride's and groom's garments so the could perform the saat phere, yanked him from his thoughts.
He got up and tied the shawl and pleats of the bride and groom: Tannushree Sharma and Sanjay Khandelwal, a rich bussiness tycoon.
After, Pragya went away from him, he realized he couldn't marry Tannu. He couldn't bind her in a relationship where he didn't love her, and where both of them wouldn't be happy.
A little voice appeared in his head. Why not do the same for Pragya?
Pragya had outright refused when he offered to help.
He remembered the moment clearly:
----
"What...are you now trying to make yourself feel better by trying to help?,"she said bitterly. "I don't need you or your favors."
---
But it was more than that. He could have persisted. But he couldn't bear to see another guy beside her as her husband. He knew he was being selfish. The nauseous feeling in his stomach was growing.
As the kanyadaan was going on, he remembered Pragya's kanyadaan. The amount of hope she showed that this marriage would actually work out. He broke all of her hopes, dreams, and promises...
He missed her and her love. He wished she was theirs beside him, comforting him as she always had done. Putting a hand on his shoulder, and telling him that everything was going to be alright.
But she wasn't there.
He just couldn't take it anymore, and ran to the bathroom, almost throwing up. Tears poured out.
Funny were life's games. On their marriage day, he couldn't wait to get rid of Pragya. But now, on their anniversary, he couldn't forget her as much as he tried.
But destiny was even funnier. Sometimes it has things planned that you couldn't even imagine.
Not even in your wildest dreams
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