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Hello dearies! I am Aafrah! I have been in IF for about a year now! I joined IF ever since I started watching a Zee TV show named Kumkum Bhagya, and I am a major writer in that forum. But I have also written a few stuff on Reporters (Sony) and Tashan-e-Isqh (Zee). I just started watching Swaragini two days back, and I loved the chemistry between the leads and the plot. I went onto YouTube and started watching from the start and I must say I love SwaLa and SwaSan both! Which one I love a bit more :P you will find out in the OS!
So the thing is, I have been reading OS's here from yesterday and have decided to write for these characters! This is my first post in this forum, and I hope to make many new friends here!
On that note, Happy Reading!!
And please do drop in a comment to let me know what you think of my OS!
Love,
Aafrah.
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Sanskar - Swara - Lakshya OS - Loving Her More
I was impatiently sitting right outside the door. Anxious as ever, scared as ever, as the sound of Swara's painful cries reached my ears. She was screaming in agony and I could do nothing but sit here and listen - the distance between us was eating me alive, it has been eating me for a few years now, ever since Ragini's shameful ugly truth had come out. After the revelation, Swara took a conscious and independent decision of leaving me. I wish I had stopped her then, but I didn't, I was guilty - guilty of ruining her, guilty of causing her so much pain to begin with. Had I not supported Ragini, her game would have been up ages back, but like an ignorant fool, burning in vindictiveness I chose to support her.
Another agonized scream from her got me back to my present, I sighed deeply. My mother came and gently put her hand on my shoulder. I looked up to her and tried to hold myself strong, but her piercing gaze was difficult to deceive. She gave me an understanding nod and patted my cheeks in consoling. She has been my support system ever since Swara abandoned me. If things had played differently in our lives, maybe I would have had my brother's support too today, but he and I don't look in the eye anymore - it's been years - three years - since Ragini's showdown, ever since then, all our misunderstanding were sorted, but we were cold towards each other, I had lost my Swara because of him, and I held him responsible for it - I blamed him for loving her so much that Swara eventually reciprocated back too and again fell in love.
The ugly truth of my life is that I have loved Swara immensely for a long time now, but I have never said anything, I wasn't quiet because I doubted that she loved me, but I was quiet because I realized, she loved my brother more. I laughed at the irony of our entangled lives - the cause Ragini, is happily living life away from our Maheshwary household, last I heard, she is engaged again to some widowed man with two children, her life has found a destiny - and the people who faced the brunt of her twisted mind and poisonous ways, our lives still lay huddled together, intertwined with complexity. I still resided in the same Maheshwary house where Swara stayed with her loving husband - my brother, the man who had caused her so much pain, but she still loved him more than life itself.
Sometimes I thought, what if I had not let her leave me after Ragini's truth was out? What if I had kept my guilt aside for a while and begged for my happiness and "us"? Had I done that, then between us two Maheshwary brothers, would I have been the brother panicking inside the operation theatre right now supporting her for delivering the relic of our booming love, our first child? I sighed, No, probably not. Even if Ihad begged for our relation then, Swara wouldn't have come back - I had seen it in her eyes, her allegiance had changed - from the eyes that was the gateway to her beautiful soul, where I often saw my own reflection staring back, it had changed - that day when she left me for my brother, I saw my brothers reflection smiling at me from her eyes - her heart had chosen my brother over me - I had lost her truly that day.
Once again, the shrill cry of a baby broke me from my reverie, before delving deeper, I smiled first, the sound of new life rejuviniated me for a while, it re-awakened my dead soul, maybe not my baby but the baby was a Maheshwary, my brothers child - for a moment brotherly blood bond overtook the ache of my ailing soul - as the doctor came out and announced Swara had given birth to a healthy and beautiful daughter! After a while the nurse came out with an adorable baby neatly wrapped in a baby pink towel and handed her to my brother. For a moment I forgot everything in the past and ran beside my brother and caressed her head, the little angels eyes fluttered and she looked at me. A moment lost to bliss - when my brother gently spoke to her, "Look beta, your uncle says hello!" - for a moment I stared at my brother, for a moment it felt the coldness had subsided, I could see the warmth of the olden days in his eyes, I smiled at him uncertainly, and he returned the smile as uncertainly - as loudly as it had formed between arguments in the past, the walls between our hearts had fallen silently at this very moment as he held my niece protectively in his arms.
After a while, we all had filed in to Swara's hospital room, to meet and greet her for the new-born. As I walked in, I felt drained, the sheer exhaustion from the tension of seeing Swara in pain had left me wasted, but as I walked in with a drooping shoulder and tired eyes, Swara never noticed me, her eyes was on her husband, who was now holding their baby girl. My brother moved close to her, and together they caressed their little bundle of joy.
"What do you want to name her?" my brother asked her gently. She looked at him in the eye for a while and then responded with a calm smile, "Kavita". Sanskar looked at his wife incredulously and could only mumble, "Swara.." - My brother Sanskar was speechless in amazement at his wife's generosity and loving gesture. I smiled from the corner, I wasn't surprised. Over the years, now I know Swara enough to finally claim, even though Swara loved my brother Sanskar more, now I understood her better - I had long since anticipated this to be Swara's choice of name if she gave birth to a girl.
I was walking out of the hospital, with a slight smile playing my lips, in my ex-wife Ragini's ugly game of love, I Lakhsya Maheshwary lost all stakes - I lost my love, my trust, my brother and even my wife - the agony of the outcome had burdened my and pulled me into a dark unknown abyss of my heart, there was no light, but I was amazed at the power of creation, the mere birth of a new life in our family, invoked life in me. The gloom was receding; I would learn to smile seeing my lovely niece growing up I thought. I was just about to exit the hospital, when a hand gently tapped my shoulder.
"Sanskar?" I asked surprised, it had been three years that we never spoke directly with each other.
"Lucky, this is a great chance, we all are going to start life afresh with the new relation we got, I will start as a father, Swara as a mother, you as an uncle. When we all are starting afresh anyway, why can't you and I start afresh? As brothers? And forget the past?" I saw a genuine flicker of care and concern in his eyes for me. I sighed.
"Sanskar, I wish we could. But I guess we can't. I will always love Swara" I replied honestly.
"I know. I understand. And I will respect that. Lucky I have been lucky in life to get Swara and now I got back my Kavita too. I know that sometimes our love for a person is so pure that even if we lose them we still find a way to love them. Lucky, I am not asking you stop loving Swara, but if we mend our relations and begin happily, maybe you will find love again, just the way I found Swara after losing Kavita. Lucky it's not that I have stopped loving Kavita because I love Swara now, they both have unique places in my heart - maybe that's why life returned Kavita to me in the form of my daughter, so that I can love them both throughout. Come back to us Lucky and find your soul-mate. I am sure, life will give you also a way to love both Swara and her - who knows in due course of time, you may even learn to love Swara as a sister-in-law?" he smiled.
I knew my brother understood me always, and he was right somewhere, I don't know how much of a fresh start I can make in matters of the heart, but I somehow didn't feel like arguing anymore. After a long long time I felt homesick. So I stopped thinking and flung my arm around my brother's neck and hugged him. Sanskar, stiffened for a moment in shock, but then he hugged me back into our old life.
***
Epilogue: 10years later
It was an extended weekend and we all had come for a family picnic by the Ganges. It was a bright sunny day, Kavita and my seven year old daughter Anjali were playing with their dolls while Shayon and Omi were playing with the football with Sanskar. Sanskar was teasing Shayon for not playing as well as Omi, so a cranky Shayon came over to complain to me, "Chachu, you think Omi is playing better? Papa says I cant play!" he had Swara's eyes. I laughed and hugged him, "No bacha, you know nah, Omi and his bade papa are best friends, that's why he is favouring him. And since Chachu is your best friend, I think you are playing better!" Shayon's smile was back as he jumped and ran back to his father and Omi. I laughed and turned my head towards the ladies, Parineeti bhabi, Swara and my wife Nayantara were chatting animatedly and unpacking food. Arush bhaiya was sitting under the shade of a tree and reading a book while his twelve year old son Pratyush sat a little further playing on his newly acquired mobile phone with a smirk on his face. I laughed contently seeing my family, happy as ever. I was glad at accepting Sanskar's invitation to reunite that night of Kavita's birth. I glanced around and saw Swara cuddling with Anjali (she was her badi ma's pet) I saw them and smiled, she looked up at the same moment and smiled too.
A fleeting thought came to me. Maybe Sanskar was right that night, maybe I did find a way to love her as my sister-in-law. But then one more of his often used quotes from the early days came back to me, "Mohabbat jitna gehra hota hai, uske purey hone ki umeed utni kam hoti hai" - I sighed, I will never know which one of these came true for me.
THE END
Note:
Just in case you are curious like me :P !
Arush - Parineet - Pratyush (son of 12yrs)
Sanskar - Swara - Kavita (daughter of 10yrs) - Shayon (son of 6yrs)
Lakshya - Nayantara - Omi (son of 8yrs) - Anjali (daughter of 7ys)
So the thing is, I have been reading OS's here from yesterday and have decided to write for these characters! This is my first post in this forum, and I hope to make many new friends here!
On that note, Happy Reading!!
And please do drop in a comment to let me know what you think of my OS!
Love,
Aafrah.
...
Sanskar - Swara - Lakshya OS - Loving Her More
I was impatiently sitting right outside the door. Anxious as ever, scared as ever, as the sound of Swara's painful cries reached my ears. She was screaming in agony and I could do nothing but sit here and listen - the distance between us was eating me alive, it has been eating me for a few years now, ever since Ragini's shameful ugly truth had come out. After the revelation, Swara took a conscious and independent decision of leaving me. I wish I had stopped her then, but I didn't, I was guilty - guilty of ruining her, guilty of causing her so much pain to begin with. Had I not supported Ragini, her game would have been up ages back, but like an ignorant fool, burning in vindictiveness I chose to support her.
Another agonized scream from her got me back to my present, I sighed deeply. My mother came and gently put her hand on my shoulder. I looked up to her and tried to hold myself strong, but her piercing gaze was difficult to deceive. She gave me an understanding nod and patted my cheeks in consoling. She has been my support system ever since Swara abandoned me. If things had played differently in our lives, maybe I would have had my brother's support too today, but he and I don't look in the eye anymore - it's been years - three years - since Ragini's showdown, ever since then, all our misunderstanding were sorted, but we were cold towards each other, I had lost my Swara because of him, and I held him responsible for it - I blamed him for loving her so much that Swara eventually reciprocated back too and again fell in love.
The ugly truth of my life is that I have loved Swara immensely for a long time now, but I have never said anything, I wasn't quiet because I doubted that she loved me, but I was quiet because I realized, she loved my brother more. I laughed at the irony of our entangled lives - the cause Ragini, is happily living life away from our Maheshwary household, last I heard, she is engaged again to some widowed man with two children, her life has found a destiny - and the people who faced the brunt of her twisted mind and poisonous ways, our lives still lay huddled together, intertwined with complexity. I still resided in the same Maheshwary house where Swara stayed with her loving husband - my brother, the man who had caused her so much pain, but she still loved him more than life itself.
Sometimes I thought, what if I had not let her leave me after Ragini's truth was out? What if I had kept my guilt aside for a while and begged for my happiness and "us"? Had I done that, then between us two Maheshwary brothers, would I have been the brother panicking inside the operation theatre right now supporting her for delivering the relic of our booming love, our first child? I sighed, No, probably not. Even if Ihad begged for our relation then, Swara wouldn't have come back - I had seen it in her eyes, her allegiance had changed - from the eyes that was the gateway to her beautiful soul, where I often saw my own reflection staring back, it had changed - that day when she left me for my brother, I saw my brothers reflection smiling at me from her eyes - her heart had chosen my brother over me - I had lost her truly that day.
Once again, the shrill cry of a baby broke me from my reverie, before delving deeper, I smiled first, the sound of new life rejuviniated me for a while, it re-awakened my dead soul, maybe not my baby but the baby was a Maheshwary, my brothers child - for a moment brotherly blood bond overtook the ache of my ailing soul - as the doctor came out and announced Swara had given birth to a healthy and beautiful daughter! After a while the nurse came out with an adorable baby neatly wrapped in a baby pink towel and handed her to my brother. For a moment I forgot everything in the past and ran beside my brother and caressed her head, the little angels eyes fluttered and she looked at me. A moment lost to bliss - when my brother gently spoke to her, "Look beta, your uncle says hello!" - for a moment I stared at my brother, for a moment it felt the coldness had subsided, I could see the warmth of the olden days in his eyes, I smiled at him uncertainly, and he returned the smile as uncertainly - as loudly as it had formed between arguments in the past, the walls between our hearts had fallen silently at this very moment as he held my niece protectively in his arms.
After a while, we all had filed in to Swara's hospital room, to meet and greet her for the new-born. As I walked in, I felt drained, the sheer exhaustion from the tension of seeing Swara in pain had left me wasted, but as I walked in with a drooping shoulder and tired eyes, Swara never noticed me, her eyes was on her husband, who was now holding their baby girl. My brother moved close to her, and together they caressed their little bundle of joy.
"What do you want to name her?" my brother asked her gently. She looked at him in the eye for a while and then responded with a calm smile, "Kavita". Sanskar looked at his wife incredulously and could only mumble, "Swara.." - My brother Sanskar was speechless in amazement at his wife's generosity and loving gesture. I smiled from the corner, I wasn't surprised. Over the years, now I know Swara enough to finally claim, even though Swara loved my brother Sanskar more, now I understood her better - I had long since anticipated this to be Swara's choice of name if she gave birth to a girl.
I was walking out of the hospital, with a slight smile playing my lips, in my ex-wife Ragini's ugly game of love, I Lakhsya Maheshwary lost all stakes - I lost my love, my trust, my brother and even my wife - the agony of the outcome had burdened my and pulled me into a dark unknown abyss of my heart, there was no light, but I was amazed at the power of creation, the mere birth of a new life in our family, invoked life in me. The gloom was receding; I would learn to smile seeing my lovely niece growing up I thought. I was just about to exit the hospital, when a hand gently tapped my shoulder.
"Sanskar?" I asked surprised, it had been three years that we never spoke directly with each other.
"Lucky, this is a great chance, we all are going to start life afresh with the new relation we got, I will start as a father, Swara as a mother, you as an uncle. When we all are starting afresh anyway, why can't you and I start afresh? As brothers? And forget the past?" I saw a genuine flicker of care and concern in his eyes for me. I sighed.
"Sanskar, I wish we could. But I guess we can't. I will always love Swara" I replied honestly.
"I know. I understand. And I will respect that. Lucky I have been lucky in life to get Swara and now I got back my Kavita too. I know that sometimes our love for a person is so pure that even if we lose them we still find a way to love them. Lucky, I am not asking you stop loving Swara, but if we mend our relations and begin happily, maybe you will find love again, just the way I found Swara after losing Kavita. Lucky it's not that I have stopped loving Kavita because I love Swara now, they both have unique places in my heart - maybe that's why life returned Kavita to me in the form of my daughter, so that I can love them both throughout. Come back to us Lucky and find your soul-mate. I am sure, life will give you also a way to love both Swara and her - who knows in due course of time, you may even learn to love Swara as a sister-in-law?" he smiled.
I knew my brother understood me always, and he was right somewhere, I don't know how much of a fresh start I can make in matters of the heart, but I somehow didn't feel like arguing anymore. After a long long time I felt homesick. So I stopped thinking and flung my arm around my brother's neck and hugged him. Sanskar, stiffened for a moment in shock, but then he hugged me back into our old life.
***
Epilogue: 10years later
It was an extended weekend and we all had come for a family picnic by the Ganges. It was a bright sunny day, Kavita and my seven year old daughter Anjali were playing with their dolls while Shayon and Omi were playing with the football with Sanskar. Sanskar was teasing Shayon for not playing as well as Omi, so a cranky Shayon came over to complain to me, "Chachu, you think Omi is playing better? Papa says I cant play!" he had Swara's eyes. I laughed and hugged him, "No bacha, you know nah, Omi and his bade papa are best friends, that's why he is favouring him. And since Chachu is your best friend, I think you are playing better!" Shayon's smile was back as he jumped and ran back to his father and Omi. I laughed and turned my head towards the ladies, Parineeti bhabi, Swara and my wife Nayantara were chatting animatedly and unpacking food. Arush bhaiya was sitting under the shade of a tree and reading a book while his twelve year old son Pratyush sat a little further playing on his newly acquired mobile phone with a smirk on his face. I laughed contently seeing my family, happy as ever. I was glad at accepting Sanskar's invitation to reunite that night of Kavita's birth. I glanced around and saw Swara cuddling with Anjali (she was her badi ma's pet) I saw them and smiled, she looked up at the same moment and smiled too.
A fleeting thought came to me. Maybe Sanskar was right that night, maybe I did find a way to love her as my sister-in-law. But then one more of his often used quotes from the early days came back to me, "Mohabbat jitna gehra hota hai, uske purey hone ki umeed utni kam hoti hai" - I sighed, I will never know which one of these came true for me.
THE END
Note:
Just in case you are curious like me :P !
Arush - Parineet - Pratyush (son of 12yrs)
Sanskar - Swara - Kavita (daughter of 10yrs) - Shayon (son of 6yrs)
Lakshya - Nayantara - Omi (son of 8yrs) - Anjali (daughter of 7ys)
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