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Hey everyone!!
I am new here at the forum but I do watch Pavitra Rishta daily and really love Archu n Manav's jodi... they are really cute and adorable together.
But my sister gave me an idea and convinced me into writing a one shot of ArMan, so here I am with this very pathetically written one shot. I really hope you all like it because this is the first time I am posting any of my written work on I-F. Anyways do enjoy it and tell me how bad it is 😆😉
Thanks to Nadz di... luv ya sis 😳
- Vishwa -
TEARS DON'T FALL
Life is short... live it to the fullest
The evening was beautiful, the sun was setting and leaving traces of purple and orange shades in the sky. The colours spread out so seamlessly that it was hard to identify the difference. I wrapped my shawl around to relieve the shudder in my body from the cold icy wind. It was making my lips and cheeks pale red. I smeared the drop of tear rolling down my face, almost invisible. My heart pounded hard, it was nearly impossible to forget the crimes of a person, and this time it wouldn't be forgiven. He had left me stranded every time I was with him, even if it was a long drive. And today was the limit, he had totally left me to wait with my family and hadn't even cared to be punctual.
"Archu!" My mother called from the back and I stepped away from the balcony to turn back "Beta, andar chal, bahar rahegi toh sardi khansi hojayegi" She pat my back.
" Nahi Aai, mujhe yahan accha lag raha hai, woh andar bohot garmi lag rahi hai" I replied with a smile plastered on my face. The whole day I didn't let my family feel that there was something wrong, I talked...laughed...and had lots of fun. But now I think it's time to get my pain out. My mother was not able to recognize the hollowness in my voice therefore left with a happy face.
Still deep in my thoughts I looked down to the flying birds and the marine drive that could be seen lit up looking more beautiful than anything. It was true "Mumbai was a city of miracles, anything could happen here", Like me, I never thought a girl like me would get such a rich husband, I was not rich and neither ever in contact with the high classed societies. I was a normal girl, still struggling for success. Just like them all I had a very ordinary life, I get up in the morning. Drink tea with some warm snacks and then go clean dishes and then make food. After that I had to sweep the floor but usually my sister helps me that. These days she is out of town so I have to cope up with her work.
" Are.......beta.....tum kab aaye" a faint voice of my baba caught my attention. I turned and saw those muscular arms from the small window. I moved left towards the door of the balcony and glanced at the most handsome person I had ever seen in my life. Unlike some girls I wasn't the type that would go crazy over boys. I did like actors and they really seemed cute but in real life they weren't something major in a city like Mumbai. In this place, you can find stars even in the smallest and the dirtiest lanes.
But he was my star, my life. A person that can make me drown in to his eyes for hours and a person that can give a single stare and tell me his whole saga. He looked at me from the corner of his eyes.
" Woh Archana ko lene aaya tha" he said that with a slight hesitation, had he read my mind?
" Acha acha... par kuch khake toh jao" Aai offered but he refused it politely saying it was getting late.
I looked around and noticed it was dark, and the marine drive was now sparkling with no one visible. I came inside and hugged Aai and baba farewell. I looked at my two options; elevator or stairs. The elevator was going to make the whole scene tensed so I took the stairs down the two room flat. We all needed 4 room but in Mumbai its extremely expensive, you can find cheap ones but the neighbourhood would be low graded. This was the best my family can afford but it felt like home.
Walking with wider steps I made my way to the bright shimmerinh white mercedes showing off its beauty to the world. It was an honor to sit in it, but I could think less at the moment.
Manav shook the keys into the car door and glanced at me slowly. He opened the door and stepped in, I didnt wait for further invitation to get seated.
Not long before we passes the small house Manav had started talking. Unable to meet his eyes I looked through the tinted glass that showed nothing but darkness and shadows of the tress falling through the navy blue sky. He caught my attention though and didnt wait for any replies.
" I know its wrong to marry Shravani. I am so sorry, I just... just feel so stupid.. meine kabhi socha bhi nahin tumhare bare mein soo sorry.. mujhe maaf kardo" his words came from his heart but he should have known better cause even that day he had spoken from his heart and it pierced through mine.
-----FLASHBACK -------
The family stood ibsilence as the girl infront of them questioned something which seemed a bit to complicated to answer.
"Haan. Mein karunga tumse shaadi" the time was frozen. It felt like a hundred ice cubes had collapsed on me. How can he say that, he was my life, my love, my husband! How can he even think of marrying his own bhabhi!!?? Just because she got widowed didnt mean that he has to leave me for HER!! I stayed mum knowing what he was doing was a sacrifice for her and thinking I will support him. My mind raced, there were many people objecting in the family but Manav stayed stiff.
The night fell, I looked at the moon which appeared so close that I could almost touch it and sleep on it. But my tears were making things too blurry to even notice the distance. A slight touch on my shoulder startled me, I looked back with the water falling out.
"Archu, I am sorry but I will need to marry Shravani and no one can stop me" that did it. He didnt need me in his life, now he was making a new life from scratch. So why stay here?
I announced the next morning I was going home, half hearted. Without waiting for any one I appeared at Aai's doorstep. She was extremely overwhelmed but the suit cases in my hand confused her. I clarified saying I had come to stayfor a few days.
I had became a soul without a body in a week, a fake statue in front of others and nothing that made me feel that I had a heart that beated.
Then today morning I hear my mother squeal and hand the phone over to me. I hear a familiar voice;Manav. It came out in a whisper but his words surprised me. "Archu, mein tumhe lene aa raha hoon. In two hours."
The rest I didnt hear and didnt care about but I became furious when te two hour long waiting turned in to a. full day... 12 hours nearly.
------ PRESENT---------
The silence fell again, I was gazing at his intense face that lacked happiness. He did truely regret his decision and it showed clearly that his apology was from his heart. I smiled at him thinking about that there are always fights happening between a husband and wife. But those fights just strenghten the relationship.
I placed my hand on his. and gave a reassuring smile. He was beaming with light as he recognized the forgiveness. He slowly took my hand and kissed it softly. I just loved the sweet smooth lips slowly making every pore in my skin open up. I always had a ticklish feeling when came near me but that I felt so tempted to left him take over.
Manav was certainly a gentleman. He stopped the car near the highway. I looked at him questioning. He pointed to the small ice cream stall at the other end of the street. I smiled as he made me come out of the car and handed me a bouquet of flower.
I smiled with gratitude and he dashed off to the stall. But in my own world I was unaware that god didnt plan for things to get better for me.
SSSSSCCCCCCRRRRREEEECCCHHHHHHH!!!!
The next thing I saw was all blurred my vision, my heart had stopped working. I fought for breath as I saw a puddle of blood comimg out of Manav's head. My legs to weak to walk over dropped to the hard floor. My scream bellowed inside me, leaving my rage to touch him aside.
Rushing into the city hospital's ward was no use. The doctor was left with no choice but to close Manav's eyes as I kissed his eyes a farewell. The sight of the truck thrashing him made me numb.
As the ward boy covered his body with a white sheet my tears rolled drenching my clothes. My cries went unheard and prayers were ignored. Why was god being so ruthless?
Walking like a dead body, my sari's pallu sweeping the floor and my sindoor spread in different parts. My bamgles half shattered and the beads in my mangalsutra had became plain white.
I walked over to the bouquet of flowers, placing my hands over it, caressing it with great care. It made me feel like I was touch Manav's face itself. I could see the teasing smile through the plastic wrap. I hugged it tightly when something scratched my hand. I looked down and found a little note.
I am very sorry Archu. I loved you and missed you so much.. I cant even explain. I loved you and will til the moment I die.
- Manav
The evening was beautiful, the sun was setting and leaving traces of purple and orange shades in the sky. The colours spread out so seamlessly that it was hard to identify the difference. I wrapped my shawl around to relieve the shudder in my body from the cold icy wind. It was making my lips and cheeks pale red. I smeared the drop of tear rolling down my face, almost invisible. My heart pounded hard, it was nearly impossible to forget the crimes of a person, and this time it wouldn't be forgiven. He had left me stranded every time I was with him, even if it was a long drive. And today was the limit, he had totally left me to wait with my family and hadn't even cared to be punctual.
"Archu!" My mother called from the back and I stepped away from the balcony to turn back "Beta, andar chal, bahar rahegi toh sardi khansi hojayegi" She pat my back.
" Nahi Aai, mujhe yahan accha lag raha hai, woh andar bohot garmi lag rahi hai" I replied with a smile plastered on my face. The whole day I didn't let my family feel that there was something wrong, I talked...laughed...and had lots of fun. But now I think it's time to get my pain out. My mother was not able to recognize the hollowness in my voice therefore left with a happy face.
Still deep in my thoughts I looked down to the flying birds and the marine drive that could be seen lit up looking more beautiful than anything. It was true "Mumbai was a city of miracles, anything could happen here", Like me, I never thought a girl like me would get such a rich husband, I was not rich and neither ever in contact with the high classed societies. I was a normal girl, still struggling for success. Just like them all I had a very ordinary life, I get up in the morning. Drink tea with some warm snacks and then go clean dishes and then make food. After that I had to sweep the floor but usually my sister helps me that. These days she is out of town so I have to cope up with her work.
" Are.......beta.....tum kab aaye" a faint voice of my baba caught my attention. I turned and saw those muscular arms from the small window. I moved left towards the door of the balcony and glanced at the most handsome person I had ever seen in my life. Unlike some girls I wasn't the type that would go crazy over boys. I did like actors and they really seemed cute but in real life they weren't something major in a city like Mumbai. In this place, you can find stars even in the smallest and the dirtiest lanes.
But he was my star, my life. A person that can make me drown in to his eyes for hours and a person that can give a single stare and tell me his whole saga. He looked at me from the corner of his eyes.
" Woh Archana ko lene aaya tha" he said that with a slight hesitation, had he read my mind?
" Acha acha... par kuch khake toh jao" Aai offered but he refused it politely saying it was getting late.
I looked around and noticed it was dark, and the marine drive was now sparkling with no one visible. I came inside and hugged Aai and baba farewell. I looked at my two options; elevator or stairs. The elevator was going to make the whole scene tensed so I took the stairs down the two room flat. We all needed 4 room but in Mumbai its extremely expensive, you can find cheap ones but the neighbourhood would be low graded. This was the best my family can afford but it felt like home.
Walking with wider steps I made my way to the bright shimmerinh white mercedes showing off its beauty to the world. It was an honor to sit in it, but I could think less at the moment.
Manav shook the keys into the car door and glanced at me slowly. He opened the door and stepped in, I didnt wait for further invitation to get seated.
Not long before we passes the small house Manav had started talking. Unable to meet his eyes I looked through the tinted glass that showed nothing but darkness and shadows of the tress falling through the navy blue sky. He caught my attention though and didnt wait for any replies.
" I know its wrong to marry Shravani. I am so sorry, I just... just feel so stupid.. meine kabhi socha bhi nahin tumhare bare mein soo sorry.. mujhe maaf kardo" his words came from his heart but he should have known better cause even that day he had spoken from his heart and it pierced through mine.
-----FLASHBACK -------
The family stood ibsilence as the girl infront of them questioned something which seemed a bit to complicated to answer.
"Haan. Mein karunga tumse shaadi" the time was frozen. It felt like a hundred ice cubes had collapsed on me. How can he say that, he was my life, my love, my husband! How can he even think of marrying his own bhabhi!!?? Just because she got widowed didnt mean that he has to leave me for HER!! I stayed mum knowing what he was doing was a sacrifice for her and thinking I will support him. My mind raced, there were many people objecting in the family but Manav stayed stiff.
The night fell, I looked at the moon which appeared so close that I could almost touch it and sleep on it. But my tears were making things too blurry to even notice the distance. A slight touch on my shoulder startled me, I looked back with the water falling out.
"Archu, I am sorry but I will need to marry Shravani and no one can stop me" that did it. He didnt need me in his life, now he was making a new life from scratch. So why stay here?
I announced the next morning I was going home, half hearted. Without waiting for any one I appeared at Aai's doorstep. She was extremely overwhelmed but the suit cases in my hand confused her. I clarified saying I had come to stayfor a few days.
I had became a soul without a body in a week, a fake statue in front of others and nothing that made me feel that I had a heart that beated.
Then today morning I hear my mother squeal and hand the phone over to me. I hear a familiar voice;Manav. It came out in a whisper but his words surprised me. "Archu, mein tumhe lene aa raha hoon. In two hours."
The rest I didnt hear and didnt care about but I became furious when te two hour long waiting turned in to a. full day... 12 hours nearly.
------ PRESENT---------
The silence fell again, I was gazing at his intense face that lacked happiness. He did truely regret his decision and it showed clearly that his apology was from his heart. I smiled at him thinking about that there are always fights happening between a husband and wife. But those fights just strenghten the relationship.
I placed my hand on his. and gave a reassuring smile. He was beaming with light as he recognized the forgiveness. He slowly took my hand and kissed it softly. I just loved the sweet smooth lips slowly making every pore in my skin open up. I always had a ticklish feeling when came near me but that I felt so tempted to left him take over.
Manav was certainly a gentleman. He stopped the car near the highway. I looked at him questioning. He pointed to the small ice cream stall at the other end of the street. I smiled as he made me come out of the car and handed me a bouquet of flower.
I smiled with gratitude and he dashed off to the stall. But in my own world I was unaware that god didnt plan for things to get better for me.
SSSSSCCCCCCRRRRREEEECCCHHHHHHH!!!!
The next thing I saw was all blurred my vision, my heart had stopped working. I fought for breath as I saw a puddle of blood comimg out of Manav's head. My legs to weak to walk over dropped to the hard floor. My scream bellowed inside me, leaving my rage to touch him aside.
Rushing into the city hospital's ward was no use. The doctor was left with no choice but to close Manav's eyes as I kissed his eyes a farewell. The sight of the truck thrashing him made me numb.
As the ward boy covered his body with a white sheet my tears rolled drenching my clothes. My cries went unheard and prayers were ignored. Why was god being so ruthless?
Walking like a dead body, my sari's pallu sweeping the floor and my sindoor spread in different parts. My bamgles half shattered and the beads in my mangalsutra had became plain white.
I walked over to the bouquet of flowers, placing my hands over it, caressing it with great care. It made me feel like I was touch Manav's face itself. I could see the teasing smile through the plastic wrap. I hugged it tightly when something scratched my hand. I looked down and found a little note.
I am very sorry Archu. I loved you and missed you so much.. I cant even explain. I loved you and will til the moment I die.
- Manav
😳😳 Sorry for the sad ending 🤢🤢 Please no jhootas 😆
Anupamaa
