IshKara OS ~ Yeh fitoor mera, maine badla re mera naseeb...
Hello Guys. This is Akshara, here. I am 17 years old and a medical student - 2nd year at AIIMS, Delhi. I started watching Ishqbaaz out of curiousity ( unconditional bond of 3 brothers) and absolutely loved it. This is my first OS in Ishqbaaz forum and I sincerely hope you guys like it. So starting off, with a very short one, just in case.
Please don't bash me. But if you do like it, even a teeny bit, pls do like and review. Your reviews are my only source of inspiration and encouragement
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His coarse fingers trembled as they touched her - trailing over her outline. The smooth yet sharp cheekbone, the slender curve of her neck, the fragile cloth covering her petite waist, the pearl anklet clasped around her ankle - tinkling at the movement of his hand.
Her chest rose, eyes shutting at his touch, her body responding unconsciously to the unrestricted movement of his fingers. Succumbing to his feel - memorizing his firm presence.
He took the clay in his fingers, molding it to his will. They breathed in shape to the lifeless substance - pressing subtly to create the body - smooth yet unyielding to the slightest of imperfection.
His clay soaked fingers traced her eyes, taking in the doe shaped wonder - moving on to her slightly broken nose - making her real amidst the stunning perfection. The trough and crest of her soft lips, a pale pink, quivering at his touch. The slight dip after her chin, giving way to her neck.
Her breath caught in her throat, as his fingers fleetingly touched her chest and stopped. Her eyes shot open - following his gaze - only to be sucked into his scorching gaze. They suddenly looked away - moving to the sculpture to improve the detailing.
His fingers worked furiously, fiery, unrestrained strokes defining her untamed hair. His head suddenly turned to see her not in her place - instead moving gracefully to an unheard rhythm. The carmine frills of her dress floating in the air - complimenting her.
Lips touched the hollowness of her nape, creating havoc to her senses. His hands touched her arm, gently yet seductively following the movement of her arms as it swayed to the music heard to their ears.
Colors splayed onto the sculpture, lilac and crimson coalescing to form the fabric that hugged her skin. Peach and white her skin - cherry and pallid giving her lips - her the eyes of baked clay - of spring kissed earth -the hue that promises to stir life from dormant seeds, the nascent plants guided upward by the light before blossoming into the vibrant colors of a new season.
That slight dimple, while she smiled. There was something about the way she smiled - that he wished to capture in his figurine. The way it looked like the sun had toppled from the sky and made a home right in his heart. The kind of smile, which made you happy to be alive - which gave you hope. The innocent sparkle that lit up her eyes - that shone with love and trust.
She loved the way she always found him smiling at her. The way his one dimple crinkled. The way his teeth were perfectly aligned. The warm glow his happiness gave. His smile was like a ray of sunshine, and she was the sunburn.
That slight stubble grazing her cheeks whenever he brought himself closer to her - setting her on fire. That rawness he possessed while he was at work, the passion, the desire - yet somehow the innocence driving her crazy.
"Ishaana."
She glanced up at him, stopping abruptly.
"Done."
She walked up to him - glancing momentarily at the carving. She then gazed into his eyes-so dark yet with so much light in them.
"Bohot khoobsurat hai"
"Finally, accept tho kar li."
"Kya?"
"Ki tum waakayi mein bohot sundar ho."
"Nahin."
He tilted his head towards one side, questioningly.
"Finally, maine apne aap ko tumhare nazron se dekhna samajh gayi."
"Tumhari soch, tumhari haathein, tumhaara pyaar mujhe dil nasheen banati hai, Omkara.
He smiled.
"Hu tane prem karu chu"
She smirked mischeviously.
"Accha bacchu, prem kare chu?! Puri duniya se keh sakte ho?"
Omkara stepped forward, catching her by the waist - pulling her towards himself. Her arms on its accord wrapped around his neck.
He bent down to her ears and whispered
"I love you"
"Puri duniya se! " Ishaana mocked him.
"Meri duniya se hi tho kaha maine."
Her soul fluttered like a free bird, finally away from the clutches of her helplessness. Her arms held onto his waist, cherishing the protection it provided. His chin resting atop her head - she belonged to him.
She no longer trapped others. She need not. She had been trapped, in an irrevocable manner.
For once and forever, he could con her. And she did not mind. His Ishaana, did not mind.
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Yeh fitoor hai mera, laaya mujhko hai tere kareeb
Yeh fitoor hai mera, rehmat teri,
Yeh fitoor mera, maine badla re mera naseeb,
Yeh fitoor hai mera, chaahat teri
This obsession of mine has brought you close to me
This passion of mine, has been your mercy,
This fascination of mine has changed my stars and destiny
This desire of mine, has brought me your love.
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