Curtains.. Sculptors.. Paintings.. Anything that he could get his hands on. Tearing those curtains apart, those bloodshot eyes looked at the painting with unmistakable fury. Throwing those curtains into the fire, he gazed intently at the fire watching those curtains turn into ashes. Just like he had been turned. Into nothing but ashes. Paintings amiss, brushes and containers scattered over, he fell onto the floor with defeat and broke into a scream.. What had he done such that he had to see this day. He had loved her so much. So much that he was willing to give up his life for her. He had even turned against his family for her. But she !!!! She inturn gave him nothing but pain. Pain, grief and betrayal. Those eyes. He could still remember those eyes. Those black khol-smeared eyes that had haunted his sweet dreams until that moment, they were now haunting him with awaken nightmares. Those smiled, those stares, those laughs and those moments spent.. All of this was a lie.. A delicious lie. Such a delicious lie that it had destroyed him in and out. He thought of that moment when she ditched him.
Om : Ishaana. We both love each other right ?
Ishaana : Love ???!!! Oh you !!! You are so nave sweetheart.
Om : What do you mean ?
Ishaana : Don't you realize it yet ? It was all a game. I wanted my revenge. Revenge for having taken away everything that I held close. My parents, my sister.. It was you, Oberois !! You people are the reason I am standing familyless here. An orphan. You had made me an orphan.
Om : What do I have to do with that ? I wasn't the one that made you an orphan
Ishaana : What was my fault ?? I wasn't the reason for your misfortune. Yet, your family found it right to murder my parents and older sister brutally. You heartless people !! That moment, I sweared revenge. A revenge such that it would break everyone inside and out. I wanted to kill you all and I didn't mind even I went to prison. But then I found out about you. Omkara Singh Oberoi. Middle son of The Oberoi Family. His father's son, his mother's laadla, his uncle-aunty's peaceful orator, his Dadi's pet, his brother's living reason and his sister's protector. And then I decided. I would get to you first. You were the interface that held the family together. Breaking you would be the best revenge. But getting to you wasn't easy. I had to research about you. And I found out that you are that person that hates lies. That formed a plan in my head. And I decided to put it into action. And now, I am successful in it.
Om : Didn't you even think once about me ??? About us ??
Ishaana : Us ???? Oh but Sweetheart !! There is no US.. There was never US. It was you and your stupidity on one side, me and my revenge on my other side. There was no and will never be an US.. And so that said, Good Bye Naive Omkara.
As she started leaving, he caught her hand and knelt down on the road. It had started to rain but he didn't care. He wanted this to be a bad dream. He would wake up in the morning and all this would have gone and Ishaana would still come running to him and wish him a Good Morning. He closed his eyes and opened them again. Nothing happened. This was not a dream. This was harsh reality. He looked up at Ishaana with tears in her eyes. He thought he saw a sign of guilt flickr across her face but it was gone. Instead she was staring back at him with a cold glare.
Om : Ishaana, I love you. I really do. Meri pyaar ko samjho.
Ishaana : Om. Leave me. Just leave me.
Om : Ishaana, I love you so much.
Ishaana : OM !!! JUST LEAVE ME !!!
She pulled her hand forcefully away from his hold and walked away without a second look at him leaving him in pure darkness to find comfort in the rain..
Coming back to the present, another tear slipped down his face and down to the floor. He had been cheated. Betrayed. Ditched. And that too by the person whom he loved the most ever. What all had he done for her. He went again his family, fought with his brothers, cut ties with everyone. Just for her. And thoughts went back to Ishaana. Anger flooded through his entire body. That woman !! That woman had poison.. Total poison.. She wasn't a woman. She was a vixen. A vixen that had spread poisonous love all over his body. Such love that he was blinded. He scratched. Scratcehd and pulled at his skin as if scratching or pulling would ward off atleast some of the poison. But no.. It made him want to die even more. He was dying from the inside. Inside-out. He wailed. Lett out all the pain that he had inside. Hot tears streaming down his face. He howled in a mental pain. It was nothing short of a torture for him. Being betrayed by the person he loved the most. He had no one. No one to support him. How could he have been so stupid !! Shivaay had seen right through her. But he hadn't. She was right. He was indeed nave. He remembered Shivaay's words. Pyaar koi ceehz hoti nahi. Sab kuch hota hai ek business deal jaise. And now those words made sense. Shivaay's words did make sense. He cursed himself for not taking his older brother's words seriously. He took out his mobile and called someone. Hello.. Yes.. I accept the offer.. I am ready to come there.
Wiping those tears away, he got up from the floor with a hard look. Throwing away the piece of curtain that stuck to his hand, he put on his specs and started packing his clothes. Love didn't exist. Hada it existed, he would not be the person he was going to be henceforth. He left. Left the place forever. The one-bedroom posh apartment that he had been living in. Handing over the keys to the neighbour, he left the place and then for Australia. The next day, when Shivaay came to meet him after hearing what had happened, he was told by the neighbour that he had already left the place forever.
Angry, reclusive, quiet and reserved. These were what that described him. He was the same. Well atleast physically. Long hair, doe-eyes, perfect nose and lips. Only difference in the physical appearance was that those perfect lips lacked a warm smile. Instead it was a haughty smirk that those lips carried as he answered people's questions. A man came forward and asked.
Man : Mr. Omkara. Have you ever fallen in love ?
Omkara : There is no such thing called love. Everything is a business deal that has to be kept where they have to be kept. Had there been love, none of this would have ever happened.
This was how Omkara Singh Oberoi had become after that particular day or it was how Shivaay had found him after his search throughout Australia for his brother.CREDITS :
