Okay so much is going on right now but I wanted to write an OS with the basis that Aryan and Imlie have gotten married. It is a compromise and not forced. I know this OS is not what people are probably looking for but it expresses what I feel right now, just tiredness tbh.
I think this OS can be considered to be in line with the last OS as well. Link here: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/imlie/5272335/os-extinguished-flames-arylie
I also added English subtitles and hope that it is still easy to read. If you already know hindi, you are free to skip the parts that have "English" in bold as it is just a repeat of what I have said but in English.
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Imlie had just come back home from the Tripathi's house. The amount of energy that was drained after every visit to that house exhausted her. How could love be so taxing? Why was it always taken by everyone she loved and never once returned.
Her marriage to ASR had somehow brought her more taunts then her divorce to Adi had caused. Not to any fault of Aryans but regardless the world was quick to judge and throw stones. At the very least, this time she had at least Aryans support. She turned and closed the door. Leaning into the door to get the support she desperately needed at this time.
She fell to the floor and closed her eyes for a minute but before she knew it another presence had plopped itself next to her. Before even opening her eyes, she knew it was Aryan.
She took a deep breath in. She could smell his scent and it brought back the same warm memories that Dadas hugs had always provided her with.
She snuggled closer to Aryan and before he could say anything she shushed him.
Aryan bit his lips. How can such a small body hold this much grief and this much joy. He listened to her heart beat and enjoyed her grasp on his arm. He smiled. This was his Imlie. Circumstances as they were that had led to Imlie getting married to him, he would never let anything happen to change his relationship with Imlie. The world would give their relationship many names, but he was her husband and she was his wife.
"Aryan babu", Imlie whispered bringing Aryan back into the moment. "Thak chuki hoon", she sighed. "Log aise kyun hote hai. Ek pal mein apna ek mein paraya" [English: "Aryan babu", Imlie whispered bringing Aryan back into the moment. "I am tired", she sighed. "Why are people like this. In a moment they make you your own and in another moment they make you into a stranger"]
Before Aryan could say anything else, Imlie continued. "Lekin kam se kam tum dost ho mere." Imlie giggled quietly. "Aur ye nahi kehna ki bas mein tumhare employee hoon. Tum dost bhi ho, sahara bhi ho, aur-", she stopped herself. Sukoon bhi ho, she concluded her thought. [English: Before Aryan could say anything else, Imlie continued. "But at least you are my friend." Imlie giggled quietly. "But don't tell me that I am just your employee now. You are my friend, my support and-", she stopped herself. you are my peace too, she concluded her thought.]
Aryan was already fuming. How had he not been there to support Imlie? She had left to drop off some house papers to Aparna Aunty. He knew he should have went with her but before he could even get ready, Imlie had left. Nothing good ever happened in that house. He took a deep breath in. She smelled lightly of jasmine and he took a big gulp.
Her grip tightened on Aryan's arm and he felt himself flinch. "Imlie chalo upar. Tum thak chuki ho", he started to get up. [English: Her grip tightened on Aryan's arm and he felt himself flinch. "Imlie lets go upstairs. You are tired", he started to get up]
"Nahi" she whined. Snuggling her face closer to his shoulder. The amount of effort it took Aryan to resist himself was tremendous but he somehow pulled away and gathered her in his arms to take upstairs.
"Tum sach mein meri ma ki tarah mujhe godi uthate ho", Imlie said. Why was she not resisting? Why was she actually getting more comfortable in his arms. [English: "You are really just like my mom who used to carry me in her arms", Imlie said. Why was she not resisting? Why was she actually getting more comfortable in his arms.]
Aryan rolled his eyes. "What? Mein tumhari amma nahi hoon ok." [English: What? I am not like your mom, ok!]
"Okay Mr. Akadbaggha", Imlie smiled.
In her exhausted state she was behaving no less than intoxicated. He put her down on their bed and turned to walk away, but before he could take a step to leave he felt her grip on his fingers.
He groaned. Please lohri nahi please lohri nahi please lohri-, he begged to himself.
[English: He groaned. Please don't ask me to sing a lullaby. Please don't please-, he begged to himself]
"Lohri sunano humko", Imlies voice came from behind him.
[English: Sing a lullaby to me, Imlies Voice came from behind him.]
He winced. He gritted his teeth and got on the bed next to her. This wasn't the first time. All of a sudden Imlie put his hand on her hair and instinctively he started to soothe her head just like the first time she had forced him to sing lohri to him.
Imlie closed her eyes and was finally able to rest knowing that the world would get loud, angry, and violent. But Aryan Singh Rathore would always be by her side. As her friend, as her companion, as her husband.
The next morning she woke up in his arms. She remembered the previous night with a smile. Aryan was becoming her safe place. All the tiredness had completely erased itself. She gently removed herself from his arms and went to take a shower.
When she came out she went to the dresser to get ready. She touched the mangalsutra that rested around her neck and reached to put sindoor on her maang. The first few times she had done this she had winced. The memories of Adi wiping her sindoor off her maang or the memories of her lying and saying that she had wed Shiv ji remained bitter reminders of her past.
But these days she rarely thought of him. There was so much pain associated with marriage when it came to Adi.
And here was Aryan, yes it was a compromise and maybe it wasn't even real. He still deserved so much more but he never hesitated to say that she was his wife or give her all the rights a women recieves when she is married. She didn't have to hide her sindoor or be a maid in her own house. She smiled as she finished putting on the sindoor.
She thought back to the first night of her wedding. Aryan had come into the room in a rush and immediately repeated the words he must have rehearsed several times before. "Dekho Imlie. Mein janta hu ki tum is shaadi ko asli nahi maanti ho. Lekin agar yeh shaadi ho gayi hai toh mein ise jhootla nahi sakta. Tum meri patni ho aur iske saath tumhe woh sab haq hai jo ek asli rishte mein hotha hai. Tumhe jaise rehne hai jo bhi karna hai tum woh sab kar sakti ho. Pata hai yeh rishta humari marzi ki nahi hai lekin yeh rishta tumhare liye kabhi boj nahi hoga. Contract kuch bhi kahe. Duniya kuch bhi kahe. Lekin mere liye tum humesha Imlie Aryan Singh Rathore rahogi."
[English: She thought back to the first night of her wedding. Aryan had come into the room in a rush and immediately repeated the words he must have rehearsed several times before. "Look Imlie. I know that you don't believe that this marriage is real but since this wedding has happened, it is real to me and I can't turn it into a lie. You can live as you want and do whatever you want. You are my wife and as my wife you have all the rights that you would have had if this marriage had occurred with our agreement and not as compromise. This relationship will never be a burden too. Regardless if this is a contract, regardless of what the world says, but to me you will always be Imlie Aryan Singh Rathore."
She hadn't known what to say at the time. The shock of the wedding, the contract, and Adi had stunned her. But these days she took comfort in knowing that Aryan was always next to her. Calling him her husband was too small of a word for him. Adi had been her husband. Aryan was her peace, her support, a part of her soul, and a gift from Sita Maiya herself.
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Aryan woke to drops of water spraying into his face. He smiled to himself, knowing very well that Imlie was drying her hair. These were the moments that he kept to himself. He wanted to get up but knew that if he opened his eyes now then Imlie might feel uncomfortable. But this wasn't a bad deal for him either. He could pretend to sleep and rest assured that Imlie was getting ready and these droplets were a nice reminder that he was not living a dream. Imlie was with him.
It was true that she didn't love him yet. But the way she leaned into him, the way she trusted him, and the way she always pulled him into her was another sign that whether she knew it or not, she was slowly giving him all the rights to be her husband as well.
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