OS: Tum Dil Ki... (OS ADDED!)

Tum Dil Ki...

Dhadkan

main rehte ho... bas... tum rehte ho

Set in the vacations of second year.

This year, they acknowledged the soft-spot they had for each other within themselves, but acted like it didn't exist to the world, and to each other.

Sanyukta was to be married in a few days time. He came to regret his actions when he saw the wedding card that came in the mail.

However, his was different from the rest for it contained a note inside.

"I hoped to never see a day like this. I wished for it to go away, these damn feelings. But they didn't. And I'll live with them for the rest of my life, but I felt you had the right to know. I love you Randhir, I don't know why, of all people, it had to be you. But the heart wants what the heart wants. And for some odd reason you've been unknowingly become a part of the tragedy my life is to become. The past two years, I lived my dream. I'll always regret not being able to complete it, but that's a discussion for another time, or perhaps never. But I wanted to thank you, for making the past two years hell, because they're the closest to heaven, and perhaps even love, that I'll ever know.

Congratulations. I accept defeat.

-Sanyukta"

The ink had blurred, he was crying when she wrote it. Each word mocked at him, his pretense, and his ignorance.

It wouldn't have hurt half as bad if she'd written "You won," but no she wrote "I accept defeat." And he was the reason behind it. And he felt like shit.

He took seeing her next year for granted, he believed that somehow, someway, fate would bring what was his back to him, and she'd find a way. Because she wasn't one to accept the norm.

But now, there would be no seeing her next year. No more fighting with her, no hope of ever telling her how he felt, no hope of ever proposing to her, sharing a kiss of love, a night of oneness, a forever ahead.

It was all gone. And it was all his fault. She was going to be wed, to another man, and be his. Forever.

He folded the letter in quarters and placed it in his pocket. He was to end the game he started.

***

She was resting on her bed, trying to sleep. 7 days till she was no longer Ms. Independent Educated Machine-Loving Sanyukta Agarwal.

She heard a knock on the window. Wait. THE WINDOW. No, it couldn't be. She smiled remembering the time he climbed up the pipe into her room, it's be one of those memories she'd hold onto forever. But rather than reciting the old times and what "dad used to do" to her teenage daughter, she'd keep her memories forever guarded in her heart.

She heard the same knocking sound again but this time with a few grunts. Frightened, she chose to ignore it and was about to turn the light off.

"Sanyukta Agarwal tumhare kaan kharab hain kya?" His voice was on the verge of tears, but still refused to give up picking a good fight.

She turned around to see that it was him. Her him.' Randhir. And he was running towards her, his arms were open to engulf her and in the very next moment she was safely tucked away from her surroundings and against his chest.

"I'm sorry," his voice broke. "I'm so, so sorry. But don't punish yourself by giving up, never do that to your spirit, for anyone, not even me." He ran his sweaty palms across her back, she felt comforted.

"It's too late," she cried.

"It's never too late," he let go and paced to her closet. "Get a bag out,"

"What?"

"We're running away, tonight. Now." He started throwing hangers filled with clothes on the bed.

"Randhir I can't just leave my parents to face this, I can't do this to them."

"Listen to me Sanyukta, this isn't a Bollywood movie. Excuse my French but you and I both know that no matter what either one of us try to do, your patriarchal 16^th century father and asshole of a brother are never going to understand. Don't worry Sanyukta, we'll figure it out somehow."

She was still unsure. Hell yes, she wanted to go with him, but she couldn't.

It was then that he made her face him, his eyes peered into her confused ones. He placed her hand on his heart, "Do you feel that? That's you Sanyukta," he kept his hand firm and leaned into kiss her. The days of torment and denial poured through, and she reached for his collar to feel him more. They broke apart, though the kiss still felt too short.

She didn't know what came over her, but her heart told her that at this moment, this was the right thing to do.

They ran away, this time hand in hand, to a temple, where she was relieved of her responsibility towards the Aggarwal name, for now she was going to be known as Mrs. Sanyukta Randhir Shekhawat.

***

So...kaisa laga? I'm like an OS making machine right now, sorry! I rated this as mature because mature content doesn't mean sex, it means that the content requires a mature reader, and here the fact that she disregarded her family for the sake of love...it's wrong and right from different perspectives, but a mature reader would be able to understand and feel the intensity of the characters and understand if not accept the situation. I have a possible part two in mind but probably not going to write it because I have to update my other TS.

-Ashiqui

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Omg that w😊as beautiful!!! I was so captured in the story 😊 Absolutely loved it 👏

Hey Sanam Puri Lover !!!

Awesome Os !!👍🏼
U write beautifully !! ❤️

Hope to read more stories from u Di 😊

Wow..Amazing..
I read all ur works.. They were jus amazing..
Plz update d 2nd part ASAP...
Plz.. Plzz...

hey dear,,its beautifuul..

The first part - the letter was written by an incomplete soul who can't meet her other part because of the destiny. The 2nd part - the kiss to console her. That kind of kiss, loved them the most. Leaning down for a kiss and clutching his shirt. Heavenly 'you won' and 'i accept defeat'. Fantabulous, Stupendo, Amazing. But i'm not a mature reader

Please write a 2nd part to dis os :)
It is simply beautiful!
I love all ur work n also if u make an index where everyone cn find ur work, it would b amazin!
plz plz plz cont

Wow!