I am back with one more One-shot on IshRa. The support that I get from here is the sole reason for bringing this up. I would like to thank every-one of you who read, liked and commented to share your valuable thoughts on the previous pieces. I am so grateful.😳
This One-shot is actually the continuation of my last One-shot, "Hold On, We're Going Home"(Link now added,just scroll down), that was based on the sequence where Raman leaves India for Ishita. I jotted down this one as some of you wanted to know what happens next. 😆
But, you can treat this as an individual One-shot as per your preference. 😃That is the reason, I am posting this piece as a New Topic. Here it is, IshRa One-Shot:
Hold My Hand
She filled the morning air deep till it saturated the space in her body, as she drove away to their home. The Sunrays cascaded in brightly, yet it had a certain softness that it didn't distress her. Her heart leapt up while a coolness swept over her heart when his head curved into her shoulder in his sleep. He slept so calmly, she thought, an innocent smile adored his otherwise unyielding features. He smiled just like an infant, free of guile. The Sun and Him, how similar they're! Both could scorch when they erupted. But, they had the benevolence in them that can liberate the static, when desired. Both of them embraced her warmly, revitalizing her. She took note how his sleeping form didn't approve of his tragedies, they just buzzed about how peaceful he was. She thought she had thrived to live in this moment, and when she achieved it she felt like she can die now, with serenity. This moment has bound her to her survival, yet this moment had her free. This very instant was so divine that it had made her powerful and powerless at same time, equally and amicably.
He reluctantly let go of his sleep when he found her pressing his shoulders mildly. The previous night, did he dream for too long, or was it real, he could not understand at first due to dizziness that still prevailed in his eyes. He noticed he was in her red car, and could finally make out that yesterday was real. The night before, was a long one. He let her go"she thought he quit on her. He sneaked out and she yanked him back. Of course, that was not all, actually that was nothing. He fished out his cell phone immediately, to make sure, he was not dreaming now. He re-opened the mail she sent that had made him run with his dear life, only last night. He sighed and pressed the device firmly on his chest, and pushed it some more. He threw his head back as he saw her run upstairs indicating him to park the car with her eyes. He now felt a certain solace run over his soul. He read the mail for the umpteenth time, "Raman, I love you!" That single line from her had so much authority in it that it had him realise the impracticalities of his decision and land straight into his home, into her ambiance.
It was almost 2 hours after he managed to quiet every one of their tears, satisfy their queries and assure them that he is going nowhere. When he came refreshed, he saw her unpacking his bag. She eyed him from the corner of her eyes. He stood there behind her and crossed his arms over his chest and asked her, "The mail", he paused to decrease the hoarseness of his voice, "Is that true, Ishita?"
Only a day before, he had left her citing the reason of his departure as her welfare. He had thought he was living the last moments of his life being in love, only yesterday. Love for her, had made him free the binding force of his life, which was her. And then love had changed sides. The same love had tugged him back to earn her, just some hours later. Well, he always knew from his experience that the thing called Love is not trust-worthy. Love just ditched him again, like it had ditched him six years back. The self of deception was not similar, then again, treachery is treachery. But, he being he, was thankful for that, because it had ripped the truth of the world before him, open and out. But, this time he was not thankful, because he was way grateful now. If Love hadn't deceived him this time, he would not have realised what love actually was. Not that he understood it now, but he believed in it now. Love was a contradictory principle, he decided.
He wanted to know if it was true, silent tears escaped her eyes on the thought. Her world broke apart. Her soul shattered. She felt she was ruined. Her efforts were wasted. Her love, their love could not bring down his guards. She felt like her form would give up this instant. No, she never doubted on the fact that he loved her, she knew he loved her, he loved her so much that she could not even come in terms with the fact so much Love can flourish in two individuals, who had been victim of the same old Love, who had turned down the possibility of Love in their lives. But, Love was not enough discouraged to leave them, it had won over them and had spread its root too deep to pull out. It had done its job slowly and silently, but fatally. Sometimes, she felt terrified because his love was unfathomable and it had unleashed its wrath in him, devastatingly and emergently, then and now.
"What do you think?" she asked, her sound emotion-less. She paused and went on in a matter of fact tone, "I had learned the trick from you. Remember, how you had applied the ointment on my fractured wrist, appearing to have fallen for me." She laughed throatily now as she seemed to be observing something keenly on the knob of the wardrobe.
And yet again Love had ditched him. He felt every element that had formed him mocking at him. He felt every fibre of his body so enraged, that they could burn everything around. He felt the Earth was too cruel to exist. This was the reason why he had masked his vulnerabilities with ruthlessness, it was his defence mechanism. But, Love had cracked his strategy and it defeated him in his own game. He felt so stupid for sliding away his curtains of indifference that protected his fragile heart against love. He felt cheated, he felt used. Yes, love was a traitor.
"I just wanted to make sure you haven't breached the rules, you know", he successfully hid his inner turmoil. After all, he was an experienced player in this arena. Pretence was his forte. But, his lungs struggled to inhale air, his eyes struggled to hold the moisture from surfacing and his heart struggled to supress the scream that was building up inside him. With all the incompatibilities looming in, he rapidly strode towards the exit of the room. If only, she hadn't detained him on his way, capturing his palms into the one of hers. She hauled him very subtly.
Without even caring to make any eye contact she asked him in a strikingly sophisticated voice, "So, we are fine, right, Raman?"
She felt dejected. She felt crumpled because there was still something that had over-powered his Love, it was his insecurity and the fact he still could not believe in their love, he still could not trust on his own love. Why could not he confront her? Why could not he call her a liar? Why could not he accused her for cheating him? She put her weight to the knob she had been holding when her body felt the dearth of energy. He would not compromise with his pride even if he knew she was cringing with pain. He can give up on himself for her life, but then he can take the same life to satisfy his ego. She despised falling in love with him, she wanted to hate this self-centred, unapologetic man.
"Yes, of course", he said efficiently enough to cover his emotions. And that's when he noticed two drops of pearl trickle down her precious eyes on the mirror's reflection. Her voice didn't match her facial expressions. She had been testing him. Everything was crystal clear. But, wasn't it too late? Wasn't the damage already done?
Here she had invested her most important thing on him, he knew it had cost her earth to send him that mail, the realisation of her love towards him, and all he had done was to reject her, downright. How dare he ask her if that was true. He cursed himself. She had done what was the hardest thing in their relationship, to accept the Love. She had been brave to gather the courage to confess the truth. She had been innocent enough to admit her emotions without beating the bush. She was courageous than him, she did not run away from her deeds, rather she faced them and was ready to deal with the consequences. She had accepted him with all his accountabilities and yet he could not care for anything other than his ego, his insecurities and his ascendency. He wanted to kill himself that instant itself, for being so selfish. He could not curb his inner demons, not for her, not even for the Love they had. He damaged her, he failed her once-again.
He slowly held the palm of hers that she had laid on his hand to stop him on his way minutes back. He entangled her paralysed fingers with that of his, gently but firmly. As he tightened the grip on her fingers, she felt herself come alive.
He then said, "You never answered the question, did you? You don't have to anymore. I know you Love me."
Then, he kept their hands on his heart, entwined, for eternity.
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I hope you liked the scene. I would be glad if I could stand up to your expectations. If you have anything unclear about the plot, you can read the previous part to understand the context. I hope it would not be too difficult. Any suggestions and criticism are welcome.😊
Thanks.😃
Here is the link of the Main Shot :
IshRa Oneshot: Hold On, We're Going Home - http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=4322158#p120075278
And the other one I wrote is as follows :
IshRa Oneshot: I Am Not Sorry -http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=4319587&PID=119952949&#p119952949
I hope the problem is now resolved. Still, feel free to PM me for any doubt and help regarding this.
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