AP- A wounded fairytale

Note- The credit of the title goes to some other member. Its not my idea. Rest of the post and everything said is purely my opinion. Wont make sense at some points, kindly ignore those. Quite long and boring I know but give it a shot!

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She sat in silence ready for the impending death to come but how could she die? Even death refused to come for her savior was there once again saving her from the clutches of death. As she heard the familiar voice call her name she mumbled that one name that she had come to depend on. In a state of shock her mind swayed between disbelief and reality. And when finally she raised her head and their eyes met she knew she wasn't in some dream for he really stood there. Relief flooded her; he had come finally releasing her from pain. 'Abhay' she whispered with tears flowing down. Her voice held so much pain yet a note of happiness.

His face bore the same expression. Looking deep into her eyes the world around them ceased to exist. He even seemed to forget that two killer goons were standing right there ready to take them down. For in that very moment his eyes were fixated on her.

'Whoever comes between me and Phulwa I will not spare them.'

I guess even he didn't realize the impact those words will have in the future. What will happen when he will know that his own saint father is the one standing between them? But the last few minutes answered my question.

Later as the police took the goons away his mind went back to her, in a way it never really did left her but now looking at her lastly before him a small pensive small came across his face. Calling her name softly he walked towards her. Hearing her name in his voice filled her with life and despite her injuries she immediately stood up. Their faces held only respite and happiness upon seeing each other. The pain and hurts dissolved as their presence worked as a soothing balm on all their wounds.

AbhayPhulwa. Their lips kept saying each other's name like they had come to know only one. The essence of their bond highlighted once again.

As she walked down the small distance her life slowly moved away. Abhays smile immediately fell as he realized something was wrong. And just as she was about to fall to the ground once again he came forward to hold her in his arms catching her from falling down. Cradling her in his arms he continued to look at her softly asking again and again if she was fine. As her life slowly slipped away into darkness her heart couldn't stop thinking about him. She borrowed a few seconds from her life, gathered enough strength to tell him how much he meant to her and how unknowingly he had given her what she had always been deprived of; love, the sense of belonging.

'You gave me everything that was missing from life that too without my asking.'

True she had other people in her life too whom she called family but he had given her what every girl wishes for; love. Moreover the bond that they share I believe is more precious than any other they may have, also their relationship; husband and wife, the most sacred relation between a man and woman. He had given her a chance to know it, live it. Even if it wasn't rosy all the time she had moments of happiness scarce as they maybe.

As her words echoed in his ear afresh and even before he could fully comprehend them he saw her slipping away into a deep slumber. Tears welled up in his eyes, disbelief took over. No his mind shouted. He had just found her he can't let her go just like that. His eyes held such longing, he wanted to hold onto her for one more minute, he needed her. Terrified at the prospect of losing her again he looked almost in a state of denial the way he asked what was wrong. He called her out and as instinct he hugged her tightly as if that would keep her from passing into the shadows. While holding her close his face held such concern and fear that almost broke you.

Destiny has always played a big hand in their relation I believe and even today as they were on the verge of a losing battle it turned it around and the event ended on bring them much closer and we witnessed it so. As the world around her phased out, the touch of his blood on her bare skin as if surged her with new life and she sat up taken aback. Feeling his blood symbolically placed at her temple and realizing the meaning of it she looked at him surprised.

Both too stunned to say anything just looked at each other hoping to find answer in each other's eyes. He kept holding her like that; her head in his hands and looking at her he understood the meaning of that relation he had always considered baseless. The final rituals complete with that their relation, they completed what was left. The vows they had taken stood true.

He had referred to her as his wife countless times during that one single day but now as she lay almost lifeless in his arms with her maang filled with his blood he realized the meaning of his own words. As the realization dawned upon him the care, affection in his eyes grew prominent and he looked at her with a hint of apology, longing as well so much love that could melt even the hardest person.

Those few seconds of camera rolling around them as their faces changed from shocking realization to the beautiful acceptance, the sheer intensity of that scene was MOVING beyond words.

She still seemed too shocked to react at first but quickly moved to brush the blood away not because she considered the relation any less but because she fully understood the meaning of that sacred bond that they shared and the fact that Abhay may never fully accept it always haunted her. For this reason she wanted to remove it as if the act would undo the impact of it. For a moment what tethered them seemed to weaken but their bond came out stronger than I thought.

His next words whispered stopped her hands in their track.

'Rehne Do Phulwa'

His words maybe whispered but his tone was firm for he really meant it. Those simple words had more impact than any eternal promises of love or confessions of undying love. Those simple words signified that he understood their relation and the acceptance of it. He was finally seeing her and accepting as his wife, those words carried that message.

She looked at him with questions in her eyes but then the love in his answered it all. As her face crumbled over whelmed with emotions and tears rolled down her cheek his hand instinctively went out to brush them away like always. Caressing her face in his hand he continued to look at her with warmth and love.

That moment the world really did close down around them. That one moment changed everything; what seemed impossible at one time was now realizing. Without their knowing fate had been weaving their story but like every fairy tale their story will not be complete without some struggle and pain. No Prince gets his Princess without having to defeat the evil witches. Here too their struggle against the evil world continues. They both have suffered enough pain in the past but the tests of fate are not over for them. And they both do realize that.

They did not utter a single word because the intensity of what had just transpired between them left no space for words yet they shared an unspoken understanding. They knew where they were heading and both were glad for it. They also had the understanding that the journey will not be an easy one for them, but right then in each other's arms that pain and suffering did not matter much to them. In that one moment it was just AbhayPhulwa. And with the silent acceptance of their relation, of what they meant to each other and sense of being together- it was the beginning of their wounded fairytale.

Originally posted by: vita93

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Before I begin, I just wanted to say: Wow. I mean, really, what you wrote here, it not only reverberated with my own thoughts but pushed through some meaning of beauty in them.

It's a typical episode analysis spun through with so much feeling and emotion, it became atypically beautiful.

Thank you!! I'm glad you liked it and could connect with it. It feels great! 😳

I think at that precise moment, when she was hit and she fell, her face was not so much an expression of fear of death but restlessness at the face that she couldn't see him. She knew he was around but he wasn't in front of her. When he called out her name, it truly was a sight to watch. Her fear disappeared. I think at that precise moment, it didn't matter even if she was struck, she saw him and that was it.

His expression when he saw her was really heartening. Somewhere something told him that she wasn't afraid of dying, she was just looking for him. And all he needed to say was her name. Her smile made him smile and it was just a moment shared between them - a moment of pure relief and his silent acknowledgement that he had found her and he was there.

Very true, the fear of death wasnt there as much as the happiness and relief was present. Just the knowledge that they have finally found each other alive was enough to put any other emotion out.

Really yaar, that line probably described the entirety of the situation they were in. It's like being away from one another for so long, no matter how much they called out, it wasn't enough - it would never be enough. It's really like they didn't need anything else to say. And the best part is it's so true, when we're in desperate situations, we remember the one person whom we'd want to see most of all.

Yup, a very natural reaction. Like when a kid gets hurt the first word he utters is 'mom' because for him mother is someone who would ease the pain, the one who can heal their wounds. Similarly for Phulwa that one person was and will be Abhay, always.

Wow, just wow...the way you put it...👏

That's the last thing she wanted to tell - that he filled the emptiness in her life. And that truly is the most powerful thing she could've told him. All her life she's only known what it means to lose and hurt, and here is one person who taught her how to accept and take...

And the timing was so perfect...just moments before in the shelter, hadn't he said the same thing - that he couldn't lose her either?

True. Both need each other more than they can tell. And like you said earlier, even here the fear of death wasnt there in her eyes. She would have easily accepted death as long as he was there holding her in his arms and his face would be the last thing she would take with her. Sigh...it was such a touching dialogue.

It truly has. It's what brought them together in the first place and it's the one thing that's kept them tied together against their wishes. It gave her the one man she loved wholeheartedly and it gave him the one woman he could love against all odds.

EXACTLY!! Nicely put. Destiny despite the hurdles it places has been bringing them closer.

It was fantastic, the expressions that his face held. Some disbelief at first, which subsequently morphed into realisation and as you said, some semblance of an apology as well as a sense of waiting to see her reaction.

I felt there was some repenting going on still...esp when she said how he had given her. There his face felt like...like he was debating with himself that she thinks so much of him and what i had done with her. And yes beautifully enacted.

I think she had grown to accept their relationship after their time in the hospital, and absolutely agree with you that it was the thought that he wouldn't accept it that made her want to wipe it away. I think following the terrace scene, when she was looking at the sindoor, she showed a hint of longing for the day he'd come to put in on her himself, and I guess she was reminded of that day again.

Yes that sindoor scene was very touching and i even thought of it when i saw the epi again. She did feel bad about the fact that she got married but what it turned out to be... and his acceptance filled her with a new life.

I loved that line!! So original yet so true (more like demon here than witch but the feeling's the same😆) .

LOL! Yes i was thinking ke witches ke bajaye what word to use but then i thought like in almost every fairytale the evil is mostly witch so i would go with it, more symbolic in a way. :P

It's a very powerful statement, "a wounded fairytale". Because it's so true, that they'll share a love that's magical and enchanting, yet they'll have to keep fighting against their own demons and monsters.

Yes, they would have a fairytale but not the one without any pains or struggling. But what matters is that in the end they will be together..and they will have their happy ending. :)

Very beautifully written. It just compelled me to respond. And now I'm too tired + no more words to write another one😆

Sigh PhAb. I wish I could get to read more of such beautiful posts, especially from people who have such great command of the language:)

Ufff! AP make even the non-writer into a writer! Lol. And the scene was so moving that made me write it.

I'm super happy you liked it! *hugs*

Originally posted by: Ameres