This story takes place probably a year after all the things that went wrong were set right..and Sahil is living their happily- ever- after. How would Shaad fit into Sahil's life, after everything had been sorted out...this is my version of how I feel Sahil would treat Shaad. I am not sure how many people can connect with it...
Of course, this is on the premise that Shaad has not had contacts with Sahil over the one year...I doubt that'd be how it is in the show.đ
I am planning on a two-shot. Actually, I had wanted to make it a short FF, incorporating Shaad's Happily- ever- after in a Sahil story... Anyway, still in two minds over it...basically, too lazy ...
What if we watched the events of this season as a retrospection by Sahil much later...Well, the idea for this story made me actually watch the June 5 episode after I ranted about it for a day almost. And I really could enjoy the Sahil scenes.
And I think..more than anything, I wanted to explore what kind of an equation could be built between two friends after betrayal. Especially after one like this.đł
An Unfinished Chapter.
* Together they had written a book...Of life..
Filled its pages with memorable tales..of sorrows shared, laughter, togetherness, contentment...
One chapter remained forgotten...Buried ...Neglected... For the pain it evoked...For the price it had demanded...and ...finally, they had become just too busy with each other to revisit it. *
PART- 1.
"Memsaab hai?, Ahil asked the sentry just to make conversation before he entered the mansion.
"Ji Saab"
Ahil nodded and smiled at him in acknowledgement as he opened the door.
He had only been away for three days though it had felt much longer. He had missed Sanam every free moment he had. He knew she missed him too. There was so much to tell her.
He walked straight into the kitchen. It didn't take a Scientist's brains to know she would be cooking a grand dinner to celebrate his getting home.
Sure enough, there she was. Hair pinned up, Duppatta tied around, concentrating on her pot with all the excitement of a little girl playing with her favourite toy. Lateef was nowhere around.
He tiptoed across and surprised her with a hug.
"Ahil!"- She squealed in excitement and turned to hug him. A tight hug in response to the gentle one he had initiated.
He laughed, loving her response. How he would have loved to ravish her...she looked perfectly delicious.
She pushed him away with an accusatory glance, reading his thoughts. He grinned at her reaction.
"Bahut kaam baaki hai, Ahil"
"Kaam, Kaam, Kaam."...he murmured in a sensuous tone. She laughed.
"Juice piyoge?"
"Hmm.." He sat on the ledge, ready to unwind.
He was not sure how to start it. But he needed to tell her. Probably.
His gaze followed her as she bent down to pick the juice from inside the fridge. Few loose strands of hair adorned the skin on her back...droplets of perspiration glinted at him invitingly. He looked away, amused at his train of thought. Tonight', he told himself. When he looked up, she was right in front- blushing red. ...offering him a glass of grape juice. Her soft gaze met his, telling him how much she missed him too. The cooker whistled and her attention was diverted.
He had to tell her- he reminded himself.
"Urmm..San"
"Boliye, Miyan" She knew he was in the mood for some conversation. The preamble or the difficulty coming up with it told her he was coming up with something serious. Probably.
"Woh. I met him."
"Kaun?", she asked half listening as she transferred the contents to the pan and resumed with her sport.
She didn't even notice that it had taken him longer than a minute to reply.
When she had, she looked back...and he told her unsurely. "Shaad."
"Oh. OK. How is he? Where did U meet him?" Sanam rolled up her eyes at the pan, as she looked away from Ahil. This was not the most interesting topic she had in mind, on her Shauhar's first day home.
"At the Airport. Uh...He seemed uncomfortable and may be was trying to avoid me. So I had to go up to him and talk to him."
"Hmm..." What was she supposed to say! This really was not her favourite topic, but she realised Ahil wanted to deal with this. "He is here for just one day to attend some Award function of that Intelligence Guy..." Sanam nodded.
He continued..."I..."
The door bell rang. Sanam looked at him in surprise.
"...invited him over."
"And that must be him?" Sanam looked straight into her husband's eyes. What is it that he wanted?
"Yyyeah.."
"Looks like he wanted to finish this off with sooner." She observed nonchalantly.
"Why don't U welcome him? Lateef has gone out. There's no one else home. I'll be there in a minute with some refreshments." (..And some mental preparation.)
She let out a deep sigh as Ahil went towards the door. She loosened her hair and tied it up properly and washed her face. She filled the tray... and processed...her husband. What was on his mind? Why now?
Shaad had been a friend. And she was thankful for the friend he had been. But when the ugly truth about the lie he had built up finally was revealed, she had felt cheated...More than cheated, she had felt sad. He had become a part of her life...unfortunately, in that moment of truth it had become a regrettable bond. A lot of questions had been raised by people...about how she had paraded around as a stranger's wife, but Ahil had silenced them all. But it had been a rude shock...she had not uttered a word. Even when he had come to apologise profusely before he left for Pakistan, she had not said anything. She had not been angry, but pained. She had just smiled forgivingly and sent him off. But the memory was always painful...This was not the first time she had been cheated ... Anwar had raised her hopes and ditched her...this seemed to be some kind of reverse situation...but it hurt a lot. Because this was just not about her. She had known everything about him...shared his worst moments..and even though there was no romantic feeling from her side, she had considered him a good friend. It hurt that she had to let go of that friend. And let go, she had to- because the relationship had turned a shade she could not embrace. If it had been only about her, it would have been easier...but this was much more. This was about Ahil. She could never forgive herself for what she made him go through...as she held hands, hugged, walked proudly...belonging to another man. The thought still brought tears to her eyes...She hated herself for hurting him like that. And no matter what Ahil said to reassure her, she would never stop blaming herself.
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