Hey everyone, I am Mushi. It's been a long time since I last visited this forum but I guess the universe wanted me to come again 😆 This is a little start from my side for my favorite jodi in ishqbaaz Rudra & Bhavya aka RuVya. The character sketches are more or less the same, I am just continuing the current scenario the way I want to see it progressing. If you like my work, kindly like and comment. I am open to constructive criticism but please avoid bashing anyone 😳
Characters:
Rudra Singh Oberoi: A young passionate fashion designer who wants revenge from his ladylove Bhavya Pratap Rtahore.
Bhavya Pratap Rtahore: An ex-ACP who was suspended on fake corruption charges and now works for Rudra unwillingly though.
PART- 1
He clenched his fist and the glass in his hand broke into pieces, little droplets of blood came running down and landed safely on the ground.Chubby was left in shock and it took him a while to get out of that zone and ask rudra what happened?
"Why do I always end up doing the things that I shouldn't be doing? Why? His voice echoed in the room and chubby was more scared than ever.
"I have known you for a longtime rudra and I have never seen you like this.You should just get that B**** out of your mind.
*bang* Something hit his left cheek real hard and he fell on the ground. "Don't you dare call her names, I am warning you chubby, don't you dare.
"Dude, I am sorry but you are in so much pain because of her and I can't see you like this anymore.
"I am not in pain because of her, I am in pain because of ME.
It was her first day at the job and she didn't knew who was her new boss. She went to his room and saw her worst nightmare come true. Rudra Singh Oberoi was her new boss. The man she wanted to forget, the man who humiliated her on her wedding day, the man who had caused her so much pain, the man she unknowingly LOVED. After a few minutes of talking she knew that he wasn't the same anymore. He has changed but this didn't change anything inside her. Her agony, pain and love all remained the same and this confused her a lot. "Why do I still care about this man?
Day after day he kept torturing her, making sure that she feels humiliated at every event they are invited in. Sometimes by calling her his servant and other times by making her do more than the office duties unwillingly. She did give it back to him from time to time but all these incidents were breaking her from the inside, bit by bit and her love for him was turning into a deep regret.
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It was 2nd January, 2018. Three months have passed and as per the contract it was her last day at work. She felt relieved that finally all this will end today and she won't have to bear this treatment anymore. She took out her favorite black sleeveless dress with matching black heels and her golden watch; the only possession she had of her late mother. She looked at it and smiled "this is the day ma...this is the day and I want you to be a witness to this. From tomorrow onwards there won't be any Rudra in my life. I won't let him anywhere near me again. She promised herself.
At around 7:55am she was in the office. She took a round of the whole building stopping at every corner where she had cried, sometimes with and other times without tears. Standing outside his office she kept thinking for a minute as to why she still can't hate him after all he did to her. The bell rang, which was an indication that he needed her in his office. After taking a deep breath and cleaning those tiny drops at the corner of her eyes she entered his cabin.
His alarm rang at 7:00am but he was already awake. How can he not be? After om reminded him last night that he has had a successful run at the fashion house since the last three months so they will hold a big party in his honor tomorrow, That's when it hit him that three months are over and so is her stay ...she will be leaving tomorrow. He has no reason now to make her stay ... "What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I bothered about her? She can go to hell like I care. He threw his pillow away and got up from his bed. Since the last three months he has held many fashion events in and outside India and his business has grown by leaps and bounds. "I am too good. He told himself as he wore his signature white shirt with grey trousers and a grey coat. He looked like a thorough gentleman. Whenever he walked the ramp when the showcasing of his latest collection ended, the screams from girls all around him went higher and higher.
Look at him he is so hot,
I can do anything to get my hands on him he is that handsome,
Please someone make me his wife.
This is just a glimpse of the praises that came his way from the opposite gender. But his eyes always searched for that one person standing in the very last row, the girl who never praised any of his effort, who stood there like a statue and who followed every order that he gave. All the compliments that he had gotten from everyone meant nothing to him, he wanted her to tell him that he was doing well and he is a great designer.But she was no ordinary girl she was bhavya Pratap Rathore. She won't give in to any of his antics.That's what he loved about her, she was different, she was unlike any other girl that he has ever met.
"Sir,may I come in? she asked as she entered the room.
"Yes, he replied without turning away, he was still busy looking at his schedule for the day.
"So Bhavya... he turned around and there was a long silence ... Has she always looked this beautiful or have I never noticed it before? He thought to himself while staring at her long hair and beautiful eyes.
This is all for now. I will update the second part soon 😳
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