Love :: A Sandhir Drabble!

He loved her.
He transformed himself into another Randhir Singh Shekhawat.
The transformation bought in a unasked ramification, he appeared to be stupid, disillusioned and poorly judgemental. Damn, not bothering about the circumspection, all he fostered was HER.

How she was?
How she is?
How she will be?

Promising himself, he loved her with all his might sacrificing everything until the very end and he meant it. Prone to do anything for her and her smile he lost himself.

He did things he never imagined he would do. He apologized to Kaustuki and befriended Parth. He went to an extreme extent, selling off his bike only to get a beautiful little ring for her, only to see a smile on her face.

He loved her beyond madness being one soul, one vein in one body not caring whether she deserved it or no. All he knew was, she was there to love him when he needed it, when he craved for it. She knew his weak point, Love. He fell for it.

Lovelorns need love and nothing else.

He succumbed to his inner self, in an already perilous state and only hoped he wouldn't face penitence. His love was new-born and fragile, ready to affix itself with her's like the sun emerging out the horizon firing its rays of jubilance to everyone primed to receive it.

His love was his addiction to an eternal longing, a thirst he couldn't relinquish. He dived deep in his quest, foraging paradise, finally only sabotaging his own self. He crashed hard in love, the victim being his heart this time. He loved her unconditionally but only received hatred. He had started hating himself only more than ever.

He loathed womankind.
She only turned out to be another Renuka Sanyal who could go to any heights to fulfill her dreams and wishes. He loved the fighter and the woman she was. She changed. She was only any other random girl now.

The poor heart broke into infinite pieces due to the application of force beyond it's elasticity, taking advantage of his vulnerability and innocence.

He didn't want to mend it this time, he let it be. It didn't need to be repaired. It was its usual self - broken.

He was stud. He didn't require her presence in his life. She was a part of his life, not his whole life. He was a new-old Randhir now, oh sorry, Randhir Singh Shekhawat now.

He understood, his fate had no love written.

"Our wavelengths and frequencies didn't match baby. I don't care anymore. I have done more than enough. Time for redemption," he thought putting on his best T-shirt and flaunting his million-dollar smile he walked out with enormous attitude.

I cannot believe today's episode. :/ Yeah I did feel bad for Sanyukta's dad and for her but somewhere deep down in my heart, I also felt he deserved it. x(

I so loathe Sanyukta and her family. I really miss the Ms. Feminist and the Mr. Attitude.. :| Mostly, I miss the Mr. Attitude. x(

And yeah, before you ask me. I will update my FF tomorrow. Thanks for waiting. :)

How was it?
I didn't want to post it as I didn't feel it was up to the mark. I felt I couldn't properly explain the depth of Randhir's character, his feelings and his love for Sanyukta.
It was bad, agreed!

Mind letting me know how it was?
No? Thanks. :) Drop down your comments :D
Will be waiting!