Ishra OS - Kaisa hai rishtha tera mera, be-chehra phir bhi kitna gehra

Okay, I cant believe that I actually wrote an OS, actually its more of a scene interpretation. I was taking screen-caps for One liners post when I came across this episode. I think it was emotionally very heavy episode and I couldn't stop myself from writing this. Its episode 137 by the way. I have not proofread it. Chappals, stones, tomatoes, rotten eggs are all welcome! 😆

Kaisa hai rishtha tera mera, be-

chehra phir bhi kitna gehra

Ishitha was staring at her reflection on the mirror; the women in red looked back at her all excited. She could feel the fluttering butterflies when she thought of the moment they shared a while ago because of their naughty daughter. Her eyes were wide and she had a tinge of blush when she remembered her husband's dumbstruck face on seeing her in an indo-western sari. She couldn't wait to see the effect this dress had on him. Wait, did she just say 'her' husband? He was supposed to be Ruhi's papa, since when did she look past that line? Maybe the line was fading slowly. She would be lying if she said she didn't feel jealous at the girls' remarks about her hot husband! There she claimed him as hers again; she couldn't help smiling like an infatuated teen at that moment. She walked towards the center stage impatiently as she couldn't wait to show off her salsa skills along with her dashing husband, when she heard him declaring on the mike.

Ishitha felt something pierce straight through her heart when Raman uttered those words. There was numbness for a moment, and then she felt as if her insides where doing flips on their own accord. She could feel her eyes brimming seeing Raman in all glory with Shagun, the woman who Raman had just claimed as his first love. Realization struck her at that moment, and she came to terms with the fact that she would never be able to take that spot in Raman's life. Agreed, she was his child's mother, but it stopped right there. Though she didn't want to, she couldn't stop herself from seeing how Shagun was at ease with Raman, and how they complimented each other perfectly with every step they took. That was all she could see and it was tearing her apart, all her inner screams were drowning Mihika's protest to move from there. She felt herself turn to a stone, but her legs were on volition of their own and started moving away from the stage. She realized somebody stopping her when she turned back to look at Shagun lying on the floor wincing in pain.

The mean things that Raman said to Shagun after that did not surprise her because she was still not out of the shock her husband had very conveniently made her a victim of. The praises that he was showering in her direction to demean Shagun didn't change anything in her. All she could feel was a seething rage for this man who could affect her so much. And when he came forward extending his hand asking her to complete what Shagun left incomplete, something stirred in her. She could see the pain in Raman's eyes when he said those words; he looked so vulnerable at that moment. She could realize the insecurity he felt and could sense his fear of the possibility that she may turn him down as well. She was clearly the sensible one here, and no matter what he puts her through she would never be able to hurt him the same way. Sure she felt hurt, and used at how Raman behaved a while ago but she could never put him through the same plight. She took his hand and walked to the stage with him when Raman sent more taunts towards Shagun with the confidence of having her by his side. The feeling of being used as an object by her husband never really left her no matter how hard she tried. When she was going through the turbulent of emotions, the music started playing.

"Yahin doobe din mere

Yahin hote hain savere

Yaheen marna aur jeena

Yaheen mandir aur madeena"

The lines seemed to perfectly reflect her state of mind at that moment. Just when she was coming in terms with the tumult of emotions, she felt Raman whisper a soft sorry to her ears. The moment felt very personal and she couldn't help noticing the pain in his eyes for putting her through this situation. They started moving to the music, she was still in a daze of emotions, where her aggression was showing more than the tenderness she felt for him then. But Raman was in a different space altogether, his touches were soft as if they were soothing her aggression, as if they were pleading her to calm down. She couldn't help giving in to this incredible husband of hers, and she let her tears stream down feeling her ego completely crushed.

"Ye lamhe, lamhe ye resham se

Kho jaayein.. kho naa jaayein hum se"

As soon as the tears started coming down she felt his hands on her cheeks mouthing a no, and in the slightest possible way brushing the corner of lips making them part a little. Before she could come in terms with the havoc these touches were making inside her, Raman lifted her with an ease as if assuring her that he has always got her back.

Kaafilaa, waqt ka rok le..

Ab dil se judaa na hon..

The tension seemed to fade and she looked at him with awe, she couldn't quite understand that a touch as simple as that could sooth all her inner storm. It felt reassuring and she couldn't help the small smile that crept across her lips. Raman could see the change in her body language, and was convinced that he had made up to her. Having apologized and forgiven, they both got into the salsa facade as they finished their dance with Ishitha engulfed in Raman's arms. Ishitha couldn't help but wonder, how perfectly imperfect they were, and how she fit into his arms so much better than Shagun!

thanks for the pm

Thank you so much 😊 will try to write them whenever I feel the urge to do it.

Thank you so much Prachi 😊😊

Thank you so much Maya 😊

Well written... Just loved it...

U make me remember those old days of YHM...pure ishra essence...feeling nostalgic...

Thanks for pm me...