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Hi! I'm new on this forum but not new to IF. I've been watching the show for quite some time but never took the initiative to actually come and post here (See LAZY spelt all over?) Today must be a good day since I finally joined here. I normally like analysis posts and OSs so I'll start my new journey here with an OS?
A/N: The OS is written from Mihir's perspective (Ah! So that's why no names!) I have no clue how it turned out but I was hoping for a no-dialogue yet effective conveying of the message. The scene is that Ruhi has an accident at home, due to a fall during a game of hide and seek and this causes a rift between IshRa. (That was it?! Why did I confuse do much?!!) I am not really good (not even decent) at writing long OSs because I lose my train of thoughts pretty soon. Anywho, please do let me know how it was? Oh and btw, I'm Mitra 😆Ok, I think I'm ranting, so lets just get on with the story:
I was waiting for that the calm which would arrive after a chain of storms. It was high time that the dust settled and the arid life I was seeing experienced some relief. Quaint old thinking that I had, I failed to remember whom I was thinking about. The screams, tears, shattered crystal and withered flowers were my answer to the dreaded question I had wondered on my way home. It was finally over.
What had started as a compromise, a contract as he coldly referred to, had changed the course of their lives. That fateful day when an innocent child had patched the torn shreds of their bond, I had witnessed the forming of something more than just a partnership. It was amusing at that time, watching the ruthless, calculating tycoon, as she dubbed him, shying away from accepting his new role. Or rather a revisit to an old role. She had seen him roar with anger, grunt with frustration and even neigh with defiance in their previous interactions. A complete animal planet is what her sister analysed him to be. Yet that day she had turned him into a human. A man who knew how to be civil. It was the start of a relationship and not a compromise, when she held his hand along with Ruhi's, smiling towards the camera as we tried to freeze time.
Valiant as she was, the woman in her was always nurturing. She learnt the art of silent combat from his veteran mother, mastering the tact of making him come her way in maters which divided them. More than once I had seen the child remark that her father was like another child to her mother. It was a jovial moment when we laughed it off but now that I think of it, she was right. He was changing and she was too. Their smiles had meaning, their stares spoke words and their care was visible towards their cause in life : their daughter.
It was the beginning of what we all wanted. And then it went downhill. A harmless game of hide and seek, played as a normal loving family does. His dramatic countdown and her subdued giggles still echoed in the hall. The child was never so happy as she believed that she had finally got her dream family. Her happiness must have been the jinx to herself as it blinded her vision of reality. Her mother had left her hand, distracted by the gesticulation that her husband was conveying. She really should have known, once a hand left can be hard to hold the same way. A momentary prank by him, a moment of illusion by her and their reason went spiralling down the stairs. The splattered blood and soaked clothes reeked of destroyed dreams of an entire family.
As the little angel of their lives battled to reunite with them, their painfully crafted world had shattered. His glassy eyes had returned and so had her vacant smile. There were no more meaningful words, no emotions when they spoke. All there existed was those unending visits to the wretched hospital. The pungent fragrance of the wards overpowered the scent of their bond. They were back to being two rather than one. It had been a build up, a slow inferno waiting to engulf everyone. The result was today, the ransacked room, broken pictures and empty wardrobe. They were still at the same place, the place where their child was, but as two parents and not one family. The calm had come but in its wake had brought silence worse than the storm's roar. All this because of some careless whisper, an attempt to lighten the air by a father. As I picked up the pieces of their picture, I remembered whom I had thought about. And I still waited for the relief their life needed.
Ok. Bad ending? Abrupt? Weird OS? Whatever you think, please do write them down in the comments
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