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Hello folks!
Boring weekend eh?
Let's put some fun into it shall we?
Here's our customary imaginary episode!
Writing credit in order of writing :
Priyam
Vaish
Zoya
Yagneshri
Mehvish
Zoya
And as always, thank you Ritu, It's only because of you that we have this❤️
Aja Piya Tohe Pyaar Doon
Shravan was back in Malhotra Mansion. The incidents kept playing in his mind.
How dare that sleezeball lay his hands on his sumo? His sumo??? Was she still his ??
He questioned himself. He couldnt dare to meet her eyes. The eyes which were filled with gratitude. If only she knew its his fault , she suffered so much. Will she ever forgive him when she knows the truth ? Moreover did he deserve her forgiveness?? His guilt was eating him .
Ramnath was sitting in his room thinking about what happened today. He witnessed his love for her. The love for whih he could kill someone . His worst fears were coming true. He was losing control over his son .He couldnt let that happen . He had to know whats going on in shravan's mind. He gently knocked his room. Shravan wiped the lone tear that managed to escape despite all his efforts. He turned back to find his father.
"Papa aap soye nahi??" He asked
"Tum bhi to nahi soye ab tak " ramnath replied.
Ramnath hesitated a bit to start the conversation.
"Shravan aaj jo... "
He was cut in midsentence by shravan.
"Papa aaj jo bhi maine kiya wo sumo ki jagah koi aur ladki bhi hoti to bhi main yhi karta . Sumo ke liye mere dil me aaj bhi utni hi nafrat hai. " Shravan said. But somehow he couldnt believe his own words.
"How can you be so nonchalant?? Didnt you feel her pain?? Is that what you would have felt for any other woman?" His inner voice chided him.
Ramnath was relieved to know he still hates her. He wished him good night and left.
Sumo looked at the mandap and recalled how excited her nanu was for her marriage. She recalled adi touching her. She was disgusted by herself. How long she had spent in the shower to wash away his touch. She never dreamt anyone touching her except shravan . Shravan her saviour . Her angel in disguise. She smiled . She saw the tulips and recalled his promise.
"Jhoot kaha tha shravan tumne ki tum sabke liye yahi karte . Aaj bhi tumhe meri har choti se choti bat yaad hai. Aaj bhi tum mujhse bahut pyar karte ho aur ek din tum ye khud manoge . " She smiled
How dare that sleezeball lay his hands on his sumo? His sumo??? Was she still his ??
He questioned himself. He couldnt dare to meet her eyes. The eyes which were filled with gratitude. If only she knew its his fault , she suffered so much. Will she ever forgive him when she knows the truth ? Moreover did he deserve her forgiveness?? His guilt was eating him .
Ramnath was sitting in his room thinking about what happened today. He witnessed his love for her. The love for whih he could kill someone . His worst fears were coming true. He was losing control over his son .He couldnt let that happen . He had to know whats going on in shravan's mind. He gently knocked his room. Shravan wiped the lone tear that managed to escape despite all his efforts. He turned back to find his father.
"Papa aap soye nahi??" He asked
"Tum bhi to nahi soye ab tak " ramnath replied.
Ramnath hesitated a bit to start the conversation.
"Shravan aaj jo... "
He was cut in midsentence by shravan.
"Papa aaj jo bhi maine kiya wo sumo ki jagah koi aur ladki bhi hoti to bhi main yhi karta . Sumo ke liye mere dil me aaj bhi utni hi nafrat hai. " Shravan said. But somehow he couldnt believe his own words.
"How can you be so nonchalant?? Didnt you feel her pain?? Is that what you would have felt for any other woman?" His inner voice chided him.
Ramnath was relieved to know he still hates her. He wished him good night and left.
Sumo looked at the mandap and recalled how excited her nanu was for her marriage. She recalled adi touching her. She was disgusted by herself. How long she had spent in the shower to wash away his touch. She never dreamt anyone touching her except shravan . Shravan her saviour . Her angel in disguise. She smiled . She saw the tulips and recalled his promise.
"Jhoot kaha tha shravan tumne ki tum sabke liye yahi karte . Aaj bhi tumhe meri har choti se choti bat yaad hai. Aaj bhi tum mujhse bahut pyar karte ho aur ek din tum ye khud manoge . " She smiled
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With thoughts of Shravan clouding her mind she tried to sleep but sleep eluded her tonight. She recalled all the things that happened in the last few hours. Aditya forcing himself on her. She felt disgusted and then she recalled Nirmala Aunty's words. Nirmala Aunty, a mom she never had. "Suman iss din ko apni zindagi mat bana lena. Agar aisa hua to main apne aap ko kabhi maaf nahi kar paaongi"
Aapne theek kaha Aunty. Mujhe iss kadvi yaad ko bhula kar apni zindagi mein aage badhna hoga. Apni nanu ke liye, apne liye. Main aise nahi reh sakti. Main sab kuch bhoolke aage badhne ki koshish karrongi. With these thoughts in mind She rested for some time.
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Sleep eluded Shravan. No matter what he said, his heart bled. To top it off his guilt didn't even let him comfort Sumo. Was she okay? Did she eat? What was she going to do?
Her voice resonated in his ears, "Shravan, zindagi bhar tumhari ehsaanmand rahoongi"
He was disgusted with himself. Ehsaan? I'm responsible for all of this and she looks at me as though I'm some sort of an angel, her knight in shining armour! Damn it Shravan! Bohot shauq tha na tumhe duniya ko dikhane ka ke tum kitne gir sakte ho. Tum itne gir gaye ho ke tum ne apni dosti ka maan nahi rakha. Itne paak rishte ka mazak bana diya! His conscious was bobbing its head constantly. Heck why wouldn't the torment end! What was this burn...The night passed by and Shravan didn't have any solace.
Sumo woke up to a new day. This was to be her first day as a married woman, but this wasn't to be. She now knew what happened was for the best, had she been married to that monster, she dreaded to think what her life would have been. 'This isn't the time for what could have been, raat gayi baat gayi. Tu Sumo hai! Shravan avayi thodi na Sumo bolta hai tujhe. Chal beta, kaam pe lag ja.. PCT bhi jaana hai! Unn investors ka bhi kuch karna padega.' Sumo headed for a quick shower to begin the day.
In Malhotra Mansion, Shravan's room looked like it was hit by a hurricane. Broken glass graced the floor along with crimson like someone had walked in it. In a corner, huddled was a man, his eyes void of any emotion. His state disheveled. What had he done!
--------------------------"Pushkar! Tu inna jaldi aa gaya? Flight toh aaj dopahar ki thi na?"
"Ha Mumma, par Mr. Waliya chopper le kar aaye the. Unhi ke chopper mein aa gaya. Achha Mumma, main thodi der mein aap se baat karta hoon. Bhaiyaa apne kamre me hai na?" Saying so, he practically ran towards the stairs without waiting for his mother's response.
The scene he met with was a nightmare. Shravan sitting across the closet , his head resting on the wall behind, staring up into nothingness. Shards of glass were strewn all over the floor. His shirt was crumpled, eyes bloodshot and face deadpanned. His left heel was soaking in a pool of blood and the right thigh was dark with his right hand limped over it.
Pushkar walked over to his brother, placed a hand over his shoulder and murmured, "Bhaiya?"
No answer.
"Bhaiya, utho dressing karni hai."
Ignored again.
"Bhaiya aap sun rahe ho na?"
No response.
Now, Shravan's dead behavior was eating him up. He grasped both his shoulders and shook his shoulders violently. "BHAIYA!"
Not even an eyeblink in response.
Heaving a frustrated sigh, he dialed the number of the only person he was uber sure of that could bring his brother back.
"Ha Mumma, par Mr. Waliya chopper le kar aaye the. Unhi ke chopper mein aa gaya. Achha Mumma, main thodi der mein aap se baat karta hoon. Bhaiyaa apne kamre me hai na?" Saying so, he practically ran towards the stairs without waiting for his mother's response.
The scene he met with was a nightmare. Shravan sitting across the closet , his head resting on the wall behind, staring up into nothingness. Shards of glass were strewn all over the floor. His shirt was crumpled, eyes bloodshot and face deadpanned. His left heel was soaking in a pool of blood and the right thigh was dark with his right hand limped over it.
Pushkar walked over to his brother, placed a hand over his shoulder and murmured, "Bhaiya?"
No answer.
"Bhaiya, utho dressing karni hai."
Ignored again.
"Bhaiya aap sun rahe ho na?"
No response.
Now, Shravan's dead behavior was eating him up. He grasped both his shoulders and shook his shoulders violently. "BHAIYA!"
Not even an eyeblink in response.
Heaving a frustrated sigh, he dialed the number of the only person he was uber sure of that could bring his brother back.
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Sumo was pretty sure she was breaking every traffic law in Delhi. She was also certain that her Jaan (Ambassador Car) could only accelerate so much and yet it wasn't fast enough no matter how hard she pressed her foot against the accelerator.
Pushkar's words were heavily echoing through her mind and she narrowly avoids an accident in her hast to get to him.
What had he done? Why?
She reaches Malhotra Mansion in record time, barely putting her car in park before running towards his room.
And as soon as she emerges in his line of vision, Pushkar watches the haze in his eyes clear and now well up with tears.
He watches his brother as he stumbles on injured feet and reach towards her. Sumo rushes forward to catch him before he falls. "Sorry. I am Sorry Sumo" he says before she can get a word in.
"Its okay Shravan. Hum dost hai na. Dosti mein no Sorry and no Thank you" She tells him despite not knowing what exactly he was apologizing for.
Her words only bring him to more tears and he keeps repeating that he was sorry.
The only thing that silences him is the tight hug she envelopes him in
He feels like he can finally breath again.
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He wept.
He wept for what he put Sumo through.
He wept for where he brought them.
He wept for the 10 long years of agony.
He wept for his best friend that deserted him when he needed her the most.
He wept for his mother who left him like he meant nothing.
He wept for his lost childhood.
He wept like never before.
She kept caressing his back. Whispering sweet nothings and promises. She had never seen him so weak, so broken. No, not even when she broke his heart. Not even when his mother left. She knew not what brought him to do this to himself. She knew not why he apologised so. She knew but one thing, it broke her heart to see him this way. This wasn't her Shravan, her Shravan was strong, her protector. Or was he? Was he always this hurt? Was he always this broken? Why didn't she soothe his pains earlier? Why did she ever let him go!
Pushkar now knew his brother would be fine. He didn't have a clue of what had surpassed, but his brother had his life in his arms right now and it would all be fine. He walked out the room not before stealing a glance at the two most beloved people in his life. He closed the door behind him.
"Shravan, bas... bas.. shhh... shaant... mai hoon na... shhh"
"Su...mo... ma...mai... so...ryy.."
"Shh Shrava, accha bas, tum baitho, yahan bed pe baitho.."
"Nahi" He didn't want to let her go. He was afraid this was another figment of his imagination and the moment he let go, Sumo would be gone.
"Shravan, meri baat suno" She said holding him tight, "Mai kahin nahi jaaongi, I promise. Bharosa hai na mujh pe"
He merely nodded, tightening his grip further.
"Accha baitho, ek.. ek minute, please baitho"
He reluctantly let go of her and sat, still holding her hand tight, as though this one connection was enough to keep him sane.
Sumo held his hand, sat in his lap so that he could bury his face in the crook of her neck, while she got his hand to encircle her. "Dekha, nahi gayi na kahin mai"
"Na..nahi" He spoke between sobs.
"Shhh, bas Shravan" She whispered holding him tight.
They sat there in peace. She held him firm. His sobs grew softer and his breathing was getting even.
"Sumo?"
"Hmm.."
"Tumse kuch kehna hai..." His voice trailed.
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"Sumo sab meri galti hai"
"Kya keh rahe ho Shravan?"
"Sach keh raha hoon. Yeh sab meri galti hai"
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