SS -Passion Diaries(Chapter 2 - Update)15/11/14(new)

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mysticaltales11111

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Hi everybody,

I just saw the new Promo, and i just had to pen down my thoughts on it, and my take on how Sahir ofcourse would go into denial, about this new development of his feelings.

So yeah, heres a one shot at it.

Note - So, I had basically started this as a OS on sahirs Pov, but i guess i will make it into an SS, my own thoughts and take on their inner subconscious, as the story moves on😊 Also I am renaming it to Passion Diaries,instead of Passions..😊

Index

SS - Passion Diaries

Chapter 1 - page 1

Chapter 2 - page 2

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SS - Passion Diaries

Chapter 1

Saahir's POV

I sat yet another day, gazing at the crystal clear waters of the pool in my room,I didnt know why it brought me the calm, that i needed, or rather which I mostly needed,and thats probably one of the reasons why I consider this place, as my personal inland of solititude.

Life was well pretty much the same like it had been for so so many years, and that was mainly, because I knew, there was no one but me who was resisting change.

And so I asked myself for the millionth time, why , just why did I resist to change , the way I did.

I closed my eyes, as various thoughts ran through my mind, and i got the answer ofcourse, because the answer lied, very much in my past.

The past that changed who I used to be.The past which unfortunately, stands strongly in my present even today, and i strongly know that it only affects me that way, because I have chosen to let it affect me,why is what i fail to get the answer off sometimes.

I dipped my hand, in the waters, and picked it up , and saw the water flow out of my hands, and somewhere deep down, i heard my heart cringe, as it reminded me, that just like that water, i was letting my life flow out of my hands, by being the way I was.

And as usual, I instructed, my heart to just shut up.

And It did.

I then felt various just various Thoughts run through my mind, thoughts of the various events in the last few days.

There was something different , probably slightly different , than the otherwise mechanical life i had constructed for myself, and that was indeed ofcourse because of the storm, that had occured in my life, in my work place, and my home.The Storm called, Aarzoo Nausheen Khan.

She was weird, very very weird.

I disliked probably everything about her, in the beginning.Like everything.

And right then, i felt this uneasiness yet again, as I feel my mind go to a flashback to all the events in my life, that included her.

The first time, I carried her unknowingly , saving her from the bulldozer.

Her over the top behaviour in all the situations I had met her, which irked me to the core, and the list continued to go on, until I instructed myself to press the Stop button to it.

This was weird, probably even weirder than her, why was I giving her the importance she ofcourse didnt deserve.She was nothing but a small town girl, whom I was only tolerating because I loved my mother.

It was time to shift my focus to something else, and I shifted it to that of my passion, my work.

And bang.

There that Aarzo was in that thought as well.Dude, what was happening to me, I almost felt like Zaki's soul had rubbed itself on me, I gotta stop thinking about tthat girl.

I just gotta stop.

I asked myself why did I think of her just yet again.

"Because you drifted your thoughts to that of work, and isnt she the one who has been hovering around at Saiyara as well", i heard my subconscious answer me back.

Oh Yeah, i recalled, I could not deny the fact that she was talented, there was something about her, what ofcourse he couldnt say.

I recalled, spotting her designs, as it dawned on me, that she was indeed saying the truth, that the design had indeed hers, and not Anams.

I made a mental note to not try to even comprehend why Anam, played so many games.I couldnt get my thinking to stoop so low.

Anyway , now that the truth was out, I wonder, as to what was I going to do about this.

I needed to give this Aarzoo, a chance. It would only be fair.

"Are you sure, are you giving her a chance, only because it is fair...", I heard my subconscious ask me.

"ofcourse Yes, " I spat back, to shut it out. My subconscious was starting to irk me, and i was just think what to do about this irritating inner voice, right when I heard it again.

"Shes beautiful, you Know..", It said.

I asked it to shut up.Strangely It didnt.

"Her smile is magical..."

"There is something about her weird opinions, her talks, admit it, you have started liking it..."

I asked it to shut up again.And strangely enough, it didnt listen to me again.

I stood up, and strictly instructed myself to think of anything but Aarzoo Nausheen Khan.

I gave a sigh of releif, as my thoughts drifted yet again, but then I frowned as it went to the thoughts of my new collection at work, of that of Jannat.Now that I had found out the truth, i would have to fulfil what i said, because I just simply never backed out from what I said. But was it the right way to go about this?

I didnt want her to start flying.I needed her to stay grounded.

"She isnt that kind of a girl, she already has her feet on the ground..", i heard my subconscious trying to justify her yet again.

Dude, this was getting weirder and weirder, and i let that thought slip and felt my inner mind take over, as it replayed Aarzoo Nausheen Khan, and evrything about her in my mind.

And strangely enough, i almost felt myself smile, when i heard that voice again.

"There could be a possibility saahir,Kahin mujhe usse Mohabbat...??""

I didnt know what Rage took over me, as i discarded that very thought out of my mind.And I finally shut my subconscious, by breaking the mirror in front of me, that strangely reflected her smiling face. I felt my insides literally scream, that ofcourse that couldn't be the truth, my mind would not allow this.My past did not allow me to go close to her, it never would.

I then forced myself to go back into the Shell that I had been for so so many years, as my mind reasoned to calm down, and it said to me, that there was no need to get so worked up here.

Then why am I thinking about her??

"Its probably because, you recognise that spark in her Sahir..", my mind answered.

"You see that Passion in her, the passion to succeed, to dream, to dare, the passion that you have, the passion that you havent seen in any one else for a long long time.And that what this is about, thats it."

I patted my mind, and finally grinned, as I admitted, ofcourse it was just that Passion she had , that passion to succed, that passion to dare, that was impressing me out here.

There was nothing else up her.Thank God.

The only thing common between us was that Passion.Passion to succeed,passion to do something big in this life.And thats all.

And probably that was the only thing it will ever be, or rather it would be great for my health if I let it be that way.

Because that was the only thing, that logically made sense to me.

I had started to respect her dreams, I had started to respect her Passion.

And that's the Only Passion, that could ever exist in common in between us,ofcourse.

I breathed a sigh of releif as I said to myself again and again, that its really nothing, it really isnt, expect That Passion, that was the only thing Common in between me and Arzoo Nausheen Khan.And Thats what it was always going to be.

Because she was going to Hate me If she found out , I was the One who burned down her Ammi's factory.And probably she would hate me with the same amount of Passion, with which she did everything else.

I grinned, hoping that my inner voice and subconscious mind both got the point my conscious and logical mind,the mind that i trused, was trying to make here.

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Tada!! Let me know what you guys think..😊

thanks😊

Edited by arnav.khushi - 11 years ago

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I grinned, hoping that my inner voice and subconscious mind both got the point my conscious and logical mind,the mind that i trused, was trying to make here.

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wow!that was superb!...plus ur detailed imagination.. 😃 😃

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Chapter 2

AARZOO's POV

I sit under this tree, in shock. I have to admit, that I am quite shaken over what happened.

This Gabbar Chaudhry has the power to give me these jitters , that , honestly Allah Knows, no one has ever been able to give me.

So, there I was, nicely sitting gazing at the beautiful moon, when he started to go on, about his pessimistic viewpoint about everything in Life.

Allah knows, that this is exactly what I do not understand in few people, and Gabbar Chaudhry, as of now totally tops that list. Everybody has there share of struggles, but that does not make Life less beautiful, I wish these people understood this very apt point.

Dude, he is so weird and also mysterious.

And that makes him even more , attractive, I hear my subconscious say.

Shut up, don't you mislead me here, I instruct it.

It listened.Thank God.

So then, I somehow end up telling him, about the scar or the wound of my life, my father.

Ad Allah Knows, that This was Even way Weirder.

I do not, just do not go around talking about this, to strangers, ok to my defense, this Gabbar Chaudhry, was not a total stranger, he was my boss, and although it felt awkward to admit, since the realization had just dawned on me a day earlier, after my promotion, that he was a nice man, as in he had a nice heart.

But somewhere , you knew that he would understand, my subconscious said.

But whatever, he was still totally enigmatic, I thought.

And That attracts you, I hear my subconscious poke in again.

I ask it to shut up again, and then it listens to me, good going, allah knows,that I am awesome, for I have so much control over myself.

After a while ,of careless time pass, in this scary jungle, I finally am able to sleep, when I am distracted by this stupid noise, and so I get up and make my way to see, what exactly was up here, and I swear to Allah, I was kind of scared.

So I walk up to see, this man, killing it up on that innocent tree, for no reason, and I wonder as to why would anyone have so much anger.

And so I put my hand on his shoulder, with the true intention of calming him down, but then what happened next, took my breath away.

He pulled me by the hair, and pulled me so close, that Allah Knows, I almost felt as if he was going to kiss me, and for a moment, just for a second, I was totally hypnotized by his aura.

And I honestly felt, that I should be careful of what Dadi instructed me earlier, but I could not move an inch, and so I waited for him to say something, and then he spoke in that husky voice, giving me jitters -

"Don't you understand, you have to stay away from me...Stay Away"

And then he just walks into nowhere, leaving me shocked.

All of a sudden, everything just stood still, as the various moments from earlier , came back to my mind, the way he took my hand, saving me from those goons, our closeness near the tree,our silent gestures to each other, which to my surprise we both understood.

Ok, so was there a slight possibility that, he was getting affected by all of this?

Ofcourse yes,or else why would he ask me to stay away.

Weird Gabbar Chaudhry.Weird Weird Weird Gabbar Chaudhry.

Allah Knows, as if I am dying to be around him.he can go to hell, for all I care.

Are you sure?, there goes my subconscious again.

I ask it to shut up.And this time, it does not listen, and bombards my logical mind with so many thoughts.

He is so attractive and enigmatic, you know you are attracted to him.

You shivered, when he came close to you.

You thought, he was going to kiss you.

You know, you wanted him too.

Admit it.as crazy as it sounds, you wanted to feel those lips.

You wanted to stroke his hair, his face, and ask him to calm down.

You wanted to take care of his wound.

Ughhh.Shut up, shut up, or else Allah knows what will I do, I instruct to my stupid inner voice.I had no idea from where were all these thoughts coming,and I cursed gabbar Chaudhry for it like Seriously, who tells someone to stay away, by pulling them so close, like as close as humanly posiible. Is that the way to ask someone to back off?of course not!! But well he was not normal like everyone else, ofcourse.

You do know, in that one moment, something changed.

Ughhh just stop it, I felt myself yell at my innervoice, and cursed this man, for doing what he had just done.

Seriously, do you really think , you have complains?

I get up, and instruct my Inner Aarzoo, to go back under covers, and it was right when I recalled that he had cut his hand.

I pick up my dupatta and walk in search.

Allah knows why, but I wanted to see him.

I finally spot him, standing against a tree, looking into no where.

I instruct myself to just do what I came to do, silently, because anyway my logical mind went for a toss, when I spotted him, he looked so vulnerable, yet afar.

I walked upto him, and took his hand.He looked at me in pure surprise, and then he stared at me, giving me jitters once more, and then he snatches his hand away.

I snatch it back.

He takes it away again.

I snatch it back again.

He takes it away again.

Ughhh , you Gabbar.

What could I do?

I glare at him, making my eyes, as wide as humanly possible.

Yippe, it worked.

I tear a part of my duppata, which ofcourse I would not, if it were anybody else here.

I clean his wound gently, and then I start to tie my dupatta around his hand.

All this while, I was totally silent, because I could feel his gaze on me, and it was burning me in a way that I wished for the ground to open beneath my feet and that I sink in.I could feel him look all over my face, but I glued to my point and did not look at him, because again his hypnotic gaze would fuel up my subconscious.

I finished my job, in silence.And then I take a step back, and walk away without looking at him, as I hear him say from behind.

"Thank you..."

I don't turn, I walk ahead, back to where I had been lying down.

I lie down, and fight for sleep to come, as my logical minds begin to function again, as it tell my subconscious,

That Allah knows, that I truly do feel only gratitude, for this man, for he has given me a chance to prove myself.That he has recognized my talent, and I really do owe him that gratitude.I could see that passion to excel in his eyes, and I wanted to prove myself to him , with that same passion, I wanted to prove to him, that I really was passionate about my dreams.

That's it. Passion.

That was all that was common in between us, and that was all it could ever be.We were both extremely different individuals, with the tendency to react and behave in life with extreme emotion, in everything that we did.i.e - Passion.

I sigh of relief as sleep finally came to me, and I smile to myself.

Allah knows, I would be even crazier, if I did not have my logical mind for help,a scenario like that was possible possible, was what I had serious doubts about

Because Allah Knows, I was One weird and Crazy Homo Sapien, probably already as crazy as humanly-logically-possible, to be not -termed-insane.

But Allah knows, that indeed was the Passion of my life.

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Tada!! Let me know what you guys think!!

So, I had basically started this as a OS on sahirs Pov, but i guess i will make it into an SS, my own thoughts and take on their inner subconscious, as the story moves on😊 Also I am renaming it to Passion Diaries,instead of Passions..😊

What do you guys think?should I continue or just stop here?

Let me know!!

Thanks

Prachi