Hi guys! One more OS based on the current track (Suresh-Pragya wedding). I am still very mad at Abhi, and I want him to pay badly for being such a miserable excuse for a husband. 😡😡
So happy reading and do let me know about your takes on this OS!😳😳
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She was sitting before the holy wedding fire beside Suresh. To her right stood Abhi presiding over the wedding to ensure his chashmish never haunted him again in this lifetime.
She sat there like a wax model close to the fire, each moment her life melted away from her. The priest was chanting the wedding chants, and she was sitting there chanting that one name that was both her source of peace and destruction - Abhi.
This has been going on for more than a week now, sleepless nights, baseless accusations, hateful stares and hopeless tears. But today was her last, possibly the worst of all these days, but thankfully the last - after this all will end. And all will end in the name of that one man she loved - Abhi.
Sitting there melting away she suddenly felt her plan working, her breath was getting ragged and her head slowly started spinning. In a matter of few minutes the whole world was rotating at an impossible pace before her eyes and nausea threatened her. Still she kept mum and shut her eyes and chanted that one name - Abhi, this is all for you.
From a far distance she heard the priest asking the couple to get up for the pheras'. She tried, but she couldn't get up. She tried opening her eyes, maybe that would help, but her lids were too heavy. She heard that voice, the one that made her soul dance in joy - "Chashmish, get up, what's wrong?"
She tried getting up to her feet, but lost balance, instinctively she repeated - Abhi
She felt his strong arms supporting her shoulders, helping her stand, "I am right here chashmish" she heard his concerned voice and then everything went black.
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"Someone get an ambulance screamed Abhi in panic, while holding onto chashmish's limp body as foam started coming out of her mouth.
Suresh rushed towards them and pulled Pragya to his arms. "Slowly Suresh she is unconscious" Abhi screamed.
"See what you've done Abhi" Suresh spat and took Pragya in his arms and got off from the wedding marquee.
Abhi stared at the final ruin of his exploits lying limp on Suresh's arms. Suresh couldn't balance though and was about to fall with chashmish, but he hurried and helped him balance. They took her to a bed and waited for the ambulance to arrive.
All the family members panicked around her, but Abhi was calm, went went closer to her still trying to fathom how far he had pushed her to take this step - rather die than marry Suresh.
He gently held her hand and softly called her name, "Chashmish"
"Don't use your foul mouth to utter her name" screamed Suresh.
"Someone get some water" wailed Sarla ma, and Abhi immediately got it, but Suresh snatched the glass from him and started sprinkling on her.
The ambulance arrived and Abhi was about to pick Pragya up and take her, but Suresh stopped him, he took Pragya in his arms and placed her in the ambulance. It irritated Abhi to see Suresh come in between everytime, but he didn't say anything. Yet.
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"Please fill up this documents and submit them here fast, we can begin treatment then" said the nurse.
Abhi took the form from her and was about to start filling when Suresh snatched it from him.
"What the hell is your problem Suresh? Is this a competition here? This is about chashmish here - she is serious" screamed Abhi in frustration this time.
"Exactly, this is about Pragya, my wife, so you better back out" screamed back Suresh as he filled the form and submitted.
"She isn't your wife yet Suresh! I am her husband right now, so back off" retorted Abhi.
"You are divorced already Abhi, you aren't her husband any longer. So if compared between you and me, I have more rights on her as of now" spat Suresh and walked away.
Abhi stared at Suresh, he was right. Abhi really didn't have any more claims on his chashmish. He remembered that ghastly pale form of chashmish losing consciousness on his shoulder sometime back, and if he heard right, till the last moment she kept repeating one name - his name. He remembered those vacant eyes staring at him from the mandap moments before she passed out. A heavy feeling set in his heart.
He was only doing all this to find out who the real culprit is behind the MMS drama, he wasn't giving up on chashmish! Had she held on a few more minutes, Abhi himself would have called off the wedding, he almost had Mitali bhabi's confession taped in the other room. Just a few moments more.
Now no one would believe his story - suddenly Suresh and chashmish's marriage felt real (well almost marriage, pheras weren't done), more real then it should have been. Suresh was claiming rights on his chashmish and he couldn't do anything about it.
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The doctor came out relieved and said chashmish had consumed poison and it was a close call. Chashmish was brought in good time.
"I need to talk to her husband about the future course of treatment" said the doctor. Abhi was about to come up in front, but he felt a hand on his shoulder stop him. He looked around to see Suresh stop him and walk ahead.
"Yes, doctor, what is it" he followed the doctor to his cabin.
Abhi stood there helpless as repentance engulfed him. Truly he was late in trusting her - chashmish was no more his.
"Who is Abhi? Please go and see the patient, even is unconsciousness Abhi' is all she is muttering" said a nurse from behind.
Silent tears leaked down his eyes as he approached the room slowly to pacify his ex-wife chashmish.
Their heart did open for each other, but only at the close.
Anupamaa
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