THE HEARTBREAK..
Om threw one of his sculptors on to the floor as his eyes blazed with anger. His eyes screamed rag and his hands etched to scratch anything that came into view.
Om : Go away Bela.. Or should I say Ishaana. Huh !! Matlab aur kitna jhoot bologi ??!!You are not needed here.
Ishaana : Please Om. Listen to me atleast.
Om pushed his paint palets and brushes from the table and screamed Ahhh !!!! Ishaana jumped a step back at his outburst. She had never seen Om like that. He was one of the most sensible person she had ever met. But now he was a panther. A dangerous volcano ready to erupt into flames. She wanted to talk to him. And nothing would stop her.
Ishaana : Om, please meri baat tho sun.
Om : Sunne ka laayak choda hii kya tumne ? Ab kya baat karni hai tumhe ? Ya phir koi aur jhoot bolna hai tumhe !!
His words sliced her heart like a knife. Hot tears sprang into her eyes.
Om : Mei idiot that. Mera Omkara Singh Oberoi nahi Idiot Singh Oberoi hona chahye tha jo tumpe bharosa kia tha. Tune ek baar bhi nahi socha iska nateeja !!! Paiso ka itna laalach !!!
Ishaana : Nahi Om. Please meri baat sun. Ek mauka do.
Om was fuming with anger. He didn't want to see her . He didn't want to see her in tears. Seeing her in tears only made him go weak. And he didn't want to go weak. And when he closed his eyes, all those memories that he spent with Ishaana. And then those memories of when she played with his feelings and the moment he came to know the truth about her. He took hold of the tablecloth and puleld it away.
Om : Just go away Ishaana. Mei tumhara iss chehre ko kabhi nahi dekhna chaahta hu. Just get out.
Ishaana : Om please !!
Om : Tumhe samajh mein nahi aata kya !! Securtiy !! Security !! Kaha mar gaya tum log ??!!
Few guards came rushing in. Om looked at them angrily. The guards bent their heads down.
Om : Where were you ?? What took you so long ??
Guard : Sorry Sir. Vo..
Om : Whatever. Please force this stranger out of here.
Guard : But Sir. Ye tho Bela Mam hai..
Om : Did I ask you ?? Jitna kaha hai, utna karo. Zyaada oversamart banne ki zaroorat nahi. Just force her out.
The guards took one arm each. Ishaana struggled between them. She wanted to scream. She screamed.
Ishaana : Om. Please meri baat suno. Om., I love you.
Om : Shut Up !! Just shut up Ishaana. Do you even know the meaning of those three words ??? Had you known the meaning, you wouldn't have done this to me. To us.. But no. So please, do not speak what you do not mean.. Take her away.
Her screams of protest were drowned as she was taken away leaving Om to drown himself in the Room of Doom as his happiness of a Happily Ever After slowly swept away from him leaving him in darkness. He let those silent tears fall from his face. The tears that he had been keeping at bay for long. Shivaay was walking to Om's room after a walk in the gardens. He wanted to talk to Om first. His brother had been in a tensed mood ever since he returned home in the evening. He wanted to make sure his brother was ok. He heard screams coming from his left.. He turned to see the guards forcing Ishaana through the halls. His eyes widened. He rushed to them..
Shivaay : Stop it !! Ye tum log kya kar rahe ho ??
Guard : Sorry Sir. Hum vohi kar rahe hai jo Om Sir ne humse kaha.
Shivaay : What do you mean ??
Guard : Om Sir ne kaha Ishaana Mam ko baahar leke jaane keliye.
Shivaay : Bela, ye kya ho raha hai ?
Ishaana : Shivaay Bhaiyya. Meine jaan bhujke aisa nahi kia. Mei Om se bohot pyaar karti hu.
Shivaay : Ya Bela. We all know that. Tumhe kehne ki zarurat nahi hai..
Om came there and looked angrily at Ishaana. Ishaana looked back at him with tears in her eyes.
Om : Do not show me your tears, Ishaana. For I know that it is the same crocodile tears that you had shed months ago.
Shivaay : Om !! Is this the way to talk to her ?? And Ishaana ??
Om : Well, I find no other way fitting to talk to her. And guards !! I thought I asked you to force her out. Why are you standing like fools !!!!!
Guards : Sorry Sir. Right away.
Shivaay : Stop !!! You are not to force her. Lead her out. I do not want to see any forcing happening. If I get to know of any misbehaving, you'll see my wrath then. Now leave.
Om left in a huff without a second look at Ishaana while the guards gently led her away. Shivaay stood rooted to the spot wondering what had just happened. Whatever had happened was not good. He went after Om to his room and into the studio where he found it a mess. He found Om crouched in a corner looking lifeless. He went and sat beside him.
Shivaay : Ab bataayega ki hua kya hai ?
Om : I am the most undeserving person in this world. Perhaps destiny doesn't have a Happily Ever After for me.
Shivaay : Om. Destiny doesn't decide your Happily Ever After. You are the only person that decides it.
Om : Hmm.. Bullshit all of that. Pehle Riddhima.. Ab ye.
Shivaay (taking his face in his hands) : Om, bataao kya hua. You treat me like you best friend more than your brother. Ab bataao kya hua.
Om : Jab Riddhima ka sach pata chala, toot chuka tha mei. But Ishaana thi mere pass mujhe sambhaalne keliye. And I thought ki shaayad fate wants Ishaana and me to be together. But ab the same fate has played a cruel trick on me.
Shivaay : Kya trick Om. Bataao mujhe. You can tell me anything.
FLASHBACK..
Om was walking though the Marine Drive when he was met by none other than Riddhima. His face scrunched in anger and disgust. He turned away and started walking backwards when he heard Riddhima speak.
Riddhima : Ruko Om. I know tum mujhse bohot nafrath karte ho but tumhaare pass ek minute tho spare karne keliye hoga.
Om : What do you want Riddhima ?
Riddhima : Tum apni Bela pe thoda zyaada hii bharosa karte ho
Om (turning towards her in anger) : You dnt have any rights to speak about her. Tum usse compare tak nahi ho sakti.
Riddhima : Haan Om. Kyunki I don't lie about myself like your Bela did.
Om : Do not speak a word against her. You are in no circumstance to speak against her. And honestly speaking, I don't believe in you words anymore.
Riddhima : Haan Om. You dnt believe me. But you sure do believe in crystal clear proof na. Look at this.
Saying this, she thrust a mobile phone into his hands that played a video. His eyes widened in shock as he watched the video. It contained the video of Ishaana confessing to her father about how Bela has successfully made her way into Om's life and how she would slowly con him. The video ended at that. He looked up from the video into the face of Riddhima who stood there with a smug look.
Om : How did you get this video ?
Riddhima : That is none of your business. Jo mujhe dikhaana tha vo meine dikhaa dia. Atleast I am not the kind to lie about myself. Well, that said.. Goodbye Mr. Omkara Singh Oberoi..
She left the place leaving Om behind shattered to pieces..
BACK TO PRESENT..
As Om finished, he lay on Shivaay's shoulder as lifeless as ever. But it was Shivaay's that looked ghostly. He was always scared about Om. Om was the most vulnerable. He could protect Rudra but Om wasn't like that. He was used to tending to his words in private. He shook Om and held his face in his hands. He caressed it lovingly.
Shivaay : Shout out Om. Scream.. Cry.. Do it. Do not keep it within you. Come on Om. Just let it all out..
As these words escaped Shivaay's mouth, Oms mouth started to quiver and he screamed. He cried, screamed let it all out. He cried into Shivaay's shoulder who held him tight hiding his own tears that were threatening to form. He was scared for him. Being a brother he was definitely scared. He didn't want Om to go back to drugs again. Those wretched things almost killed him last time and this time he wasn't going to let that happen. He decided that the only way to stop Om from getting into drugs was making him drown into his own passion. The next day, he had got a ticket booked to Paris for an year. He wanted to send Om away from there. Om was too heartbroken to object. When the older Oberois asked him the reason, he covered up by saying Om needed a place to explore for new ideas. That day as Om embarked on the journey to the City Of Love he realized that to live is to forget love.
TWO YEARS LATER..
A man was admiring his paintings in an Art Gallery. Another walked up to him and shook his hand.
Man : Bonjour Monsieur Omkara Singh Oberoi. This is a wonderful gallery you have. Beautiful paintings.
Om : Thankyou Monsieur Petit. I am glad that I've been able to start my own Art Gallery and get great compliments for it.
As the man left, Om turned and smiled. He had changed after two years. Two years gap had given him a few changes. His hair had grown a bit, his stubble a bit rougher, square glasses that framed his face handsomely and a smile to die for. He was leaving for India tonight and he was waiting eagerly to meet his brothers. For him, now his brothers were everything. Love had no place for him. As he sat in the car, he got a call. The name of the screen read Swastik Rehab Home For Drug Addicts. He picked up the call..
Om : Hello.. Yes.. I will be coming back tonight. We will meet and discuss about the new idea. Yeah sure. Goodbye.
After six months at Paris, he had spoken to Shivaay about opening a rehab centre for drug addicts and helping them come out of their obsession. Shivaay had readily agreed to it and this was how Swastik Rehab Centre For Drug Addicts happened. And now that he as going back, he was all ready to get back to his artwork again in India and he only hoped that his past didn't come back to haunt him..
THE END..
So. I kind of got this idea. And since it dealt with a social issue and one of our characters had gone through it, I thought why not show it in this way. Hope I get the love I got for my other stories here also 😳
Edited by AngelicTomboy - 9 years ago
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