Myrah/Parud:: FF:RR: Almost Here: Chapter Two- The Loved:: - Page 2

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Originally posted by: Alchimiste

Hello there!

This is an incredible beginning! I do not watch the show, but I know the basic premise and this sounds like a really good take on what is going to happen. Promises pain and heartache, but a lot of passion as well. And what good love story isn't made of that combination? ;) I am looking forward to reading this!

PS: I see Garwood is a favorite. She is mine as well.

Originally posted by: indolamines

The emotions in this were so raw and the contrast between his devastation and her youthful naivety and hope... She's like a breath of fresh air in the coffin of memories he's locked himself within.

I loved this and I hope you continue soon :)

Originally posted by: _Ms.Foxy.Angel_

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Chapter Two - The Loved

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Hours Earlier

"Stop it! Just Stop!"

Her heart was going a million miles a second, and not for one second was she going to pretend to be oblivious as to why. Once again, she was being told what she could and couldn't do and by God was she sick of it!

Mr. Ex-Major-Pratap-Ranawat may think the whole world was going to bend before his unreasonable 'bark' but Myrah Mehra was not a part of that world. If he had a logical reason - Hell if he had any reason at all, he would have said so by now.

Which meant quite clearly that he didn't.

So what if it was his house - He was obviously not the only person living in it and if no one else had a problem, why couldn't he just turn the other way for a week or so - what was the big deal?!

Even so, her eyes drifted to the closed eyes, half turned away from her, that clenched fist that seemed to hold on to more than an invisible thread of control - "Give me a reason."

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She wanted to know why.

Part of him wanted to laugh. As if she could ever understand, as if he could ever explain.

Because every time he saw her face, he felt that split second of doubt?

Because her smile made him ache with the weight of the memories he had been trying so hard to hold on to?

Or maybe because, after that split second of doubt, when it began to set in that she wasn't the woman he would give anything to hold just one more time, he knew in all the way down to his soul why she was here. Why he deserved this torment. Why he was a failure.

"You. Need. To leave."

His voice was harsher than he had intended, he didn't want to rile her - he just wanted her gone.

He might deserve this but Dhruv didn't - and hadn't that child been through enough? And it was then that it began to build again, that dark consuming rage that he had dealt with for years, that smug smiling face, those bloodstained hands - taunting him, reminding him.

And that was when he felt it, his entire body seizing as her hand reaching up and lightly grasped his shoulder - as if she could. As if she simply had the right.

For a second - he lied. Eyes closed, turned away, he lied.

Paro. His Paro.

But as if the God's refused to give him even this split second of pretense, the silence broke.

"Hey...I didn't mean to..."

He spun around, his hand crushing hers, where it had been clutching his shoulder - it wasn't her.

Dully, somewhere in the background he could hear a voice telling him to 'Let go', he could feel her twisting her arm, as she pushed at him, he should let go, he knew. But it was all so hazy, those same eyes, glaring at him as hers once had - maybe ... -No.

And like a moth scorched by the flame he released her, his eyes staring at her in horror, as he wiped his own hand on the front lapel of his suit, and turned away. No. Never again. Never again.

"I don't..."

"Go!" he roared.

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If there was one moment in which Maithili was going to realize, that Myrah Mehra was not the fragile, titliya, Paro had been it would have been now.

With Rudra's pain filled, "Go!" still echoing in the hallways, as it had once years ago.

But just as she had reached view of the room in the far corner of the hallway, that Par...Myrah, that Myrah had been put in- she stopped.

Her left hand clutched in her right, almost as if she was cradling it. Maithili's eyes swept immediately to other end of the room. Even standing from feet away, she could see he was shaking, she watched him wipe his hand down the front of his suit; as if he was rubbing off something he wasn't supposed to have touched.

For the hundredth time her heart broke for this man - this once fearless, man who had loved too deeply, too completely to truly recover. Even now his shoulders hunched, she could practically feel the pain ripping through him, when a voice as cold as ice broke into the nearly tangible silence.

"No."

Maithili watched as Rudra's head jerked up, to the voice or the words, even she didn't know. Nonetheless she watched, as the hardened ex-soldier, looked back listlessly at this slip of a girl.

"No I won't leave. You may be some hot-shot 'mard' to your wife and family, but ..."

"My wife and family, little girl, are none of your business and the very fact that you can't figure that out is why I want you out. If you weren't as obviously spoilt as you are, you would have had the decency to realize that and leave."

"I'm spoilt?! Really that's rich! Especially coming from you when all you seem to be capable of doing is yelling at people, first your family, then your son, I bet you yell at your wife too. Hell a guy like you..." she lifted her hand to show him the livid bruises he'd just inflicted, "I wouldn't be surprised if you did worse."

Any other day, Myrah would have taken back what she'd just said - it was mean and baseless, and she knew it, but the stark look on his face fueled her, "Is that why I haven't seen her yet? Did you..."

"Kill her? No. But she is dead, is that what you wanted to hear?"

Surprise spun Myrah around, her eyes widening as she saw Maithili or Jeeji as she's been told she should be referred to standing at the doorway, the stark pain in her words visible in the half formed tears in her eyes.

Just as she began to open her mouth and explain however, she was brushed past by the object of her all encompassing rage, "Bhabi its fine. Let's go."

Myrah's jaw dropped at the softness in that monster's voice, why just a second ago he'd been yelling just as much as she had and she shook her head as she started towards the doorway to at least reach out to the shadow of a woman standing there with tears in her eyes, "Jeeja" she called out, her eyes connecting with Maithili's over Rudra's broad shoulders, but before she could say anything else, before she could apologize, Mr. Wide Shoulder's himself turned around, placing himself between herself and Maithili as if he was protecting her form Myrah, which again was ridiculous. If anything the people in this house needed to be protected from him.

Or so she thought until...but... it wasn't as if she had known and just as she was about to apologize to him as well, she found herself immobilized as he pinned her with a look.

She knew she was supposed to be scared or mad or feel intimidated at the least - but suddenly she wasn't. Suddenly this man before her wasn't a monster, or a beast - he was wounded.

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"Rohit?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you think, you can love someone even if their dead?"

A throaty laugh, buzzed down the bad phone line, "As in Casper the friendly ghost?"

Myrah rolled her eyes as she flopped down on her back, in the heavily canopied and oddly stiff bed. "No, not Casper smart-ass, you know, like someone. Do you think you can love them...Like in a never ending kind of way."

This time it was Myrah who could practically hear her best friend rolling his eyes, "M, we talked about this, the reason we fit, the reason this wedding makes sense is exactly because we aren't in love with each other. Because we can be friends first right?"

"I'm not talking about us...it's just this guy ..."

"There's a guy now, is there? I'm so jealous. Tell me more..." He teased with an insufferable blandness.

It was only much later that Myrah realized as she looked down at her phone, that in a way she wished he was actually jealous. She wished he cared enough to be. It was hypocritical she knew, but ever since she'd seen the way Rudra's eyes still nursed what seemed to be an impossible longing for the woman he'd lost, she had felt a twinge of her own longing.

What would it be like, she couldn't help but wonder, to be loved like that - wholly, completely, in an all-consuming, beyond time and space way?

What would it be like to be her?

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OMG! This is so mysterious!! Myrah shocked and Rudra is so much broken
Myrah wishing if someone could love her like Rudra loves his wife. if I'm not wrong Myrah is Paro right?
I really hope she is and i want her to get her memory back and realise that YES its HER only, She's Paro, Rudra's Paro

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