200 EPISODES OF ASR AND ARYLIE - Page 3

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(By RSBS & -TeriMalang-)

The Vow

You walk, you advance undeterred, determined and energetic. You look at the world around you, you have eyes above all for others and almost never for yourself. If someone is ahead, you accelerate the pace to catch up with them. If anyone gets left behind, you slow down and come back for them. A continuous up and down, an effort that sucks up energy.

That's why I promise you that I will be by your side, Imlie.

Not in front, blocking your way and preventing you from seeing beyond, and not even behind, preventing you from getting where you want to go.

I will be by your side, ready to support you when you are tired, or to sprint towards a goal.

By your side, admiring and living your world.

And you will no longer have to look forward or backward, but simply to the side. Because I, Aryan Singh Rathore, will be there, with a smile, to tell you that everything will be fine … And that the world will finally give you what you deserve.

How deep is your love

He can be a jerk sometimes, huh ... But how much she loves him.

She loves when he gets embarrassed about something.

She loves him when she approaches him with twinkling eyes and a naughty smile and he gets suspicious.

She loves him smile.

She loves to tease him in any way she can, just to get a kiss and a look that makes her melt like kulfi in the sun.

She loves those looks where they understand each other in a second.

She loves to give him weird nicknames that always manage to irritate him.

She loves to wake up in the morning between tangled sheets and his body wrapped around her.

She loves when they say the same thing at the same time.

She loves him when he realizes that she is as similar as he is different from her.

She loves to grow with him, step by step, without haste.

She loves him, there are no other things to add.

A letter from me to you.

See, I have this blank, boring white paper in front of me to write you a letter. A strange insecurity has crept in my heart; not about you. Not about us. About writing itself.

The overwhelmingly irrational part of my brain tells me that I could cross seas and oceans in a blink of an eye to be with you. That it would all be alright if when we get together. That I could take a bullet to protect you as you'd do for me

The rational part of my brain is scared because it knows it's true.

I feel so unworthy of you and yet so brave as if I were Samson himself.

The world is a scary, scary place and I could conquer it or, at least, transverse through it with you by my side.

I am insecure about time. But it scares me to think that I would happily chose to suffer through time's capricious pranks alongside you.

I am scared of this reckless abandon — damn you! You wouldn't let me guard even the tiniest part of my heart. You have crept in every breath that I take, and every prayer I dare whisper.

I hate being away from you, I hate even being this lost without you.

To sit down and write this does not even begin to cover how I love you. To write this is to concede every tiny part of my soul.

So, here we are:

_Rall gai si es vichik boond tere ishq di

Esse layi main zindagi di saari kudattan pee layi._

Yours

A B P

"Toh kya AryanSingh Rathore tumhare liye mushkil hai?"

Aditya sir's words kept haunting Imlie, taking her back to something, something ABP said once

"Sirf do tarah ke raaste hote hai Imlie, ek mushkil raasta aur ek galat raasta"

"Didi mehendi me naam kya likhna hai?"

Imlie was brought back from her thoughts by the designer.

"A..."

"Toh kya AryanSingh Rathore tumhare liye mushkil hai?"

"Kis raaste per chalna hai yeh tumhe khud chun na hoga Imlie"

"..B P" she completed, almost dazed, the realization had come, it was yet to sync in.

"All done."

Imlie got up and ran; she had to find him; she needed to see him, right now.

"Imlie dheere, mehendi kharab ho jayegi"

She didn't care, he was right there. He turned as if sensing her.

"You okay?"

She kept looking at him, at the concern in his eyes, after everything she's said and done since the fateful stormy night, their deal and this wedding.

She was at a loss of words. How to express her agreement? The words seemed too fake, she lifted her hands, palms up.

"How's my mehendi?"

"What?"

His eyebrows now meeting the hairline, she raised hers in question as well gesturing her hands, he looked down at that ABP right in the middle, his eyes met hers next second and she could see comprehension dawning on his slowly.

Changing Tides

“I trust my wife”

The words kept ringing in Imlie’s ears as she looked outside the window lost in her thoughts. Ever since Aryan uttered those 4 words in front of Aditya and closed the door behind him, all she could think of was Aryan, his words and actions.

Actions speak louder than words, and her Amma stood true to this. That is until she met a certain Aryan Singh Rathore, her ABP.

Since Imlie met Aryan, all she could remember is his rude words, every time he pushed her whenever she extends her friendship. But today as she reflected on his actions rather than the words he spoke she realized that after her Amma, only ABP would go to any extent to protect her.

The 4 words he said today were just not mere words but the light that she found at the end of the tunnel. The words that she once wanted to hear from Aditya, but alas she never did, only accusations and questions.

But then came Aryan, who never asked any questions or clarification instead once again showed what she meant to him through his actions.

“To ka hum ab tak ABP ko galat samjhat aaye hain?” Imlie thought as she her mind reflected the entire situation in a new light and all she wanted at that moment was to see her ABP so that he can put her anxiousness at rest.

You are my Villian

“Aaj hum Arpita Didi se Baat karke hi rahenge. Humka ooko sab sach batana hoga ki ABP ne is rishte zabardasti humka baandha hai. Hum ye jhoothi shaadi naahi kar sakat hain.”

Arpita has asked her multiple times about their relationship, but Imlie chose to hide. Not anymore. She stopped in her tracks outside the room when she heard Aryan’s voice. They were arguing in loud voices.

“Tu Imlie ko sach kyun nahi bata raha Aru?” Arpita didi seemed annoyed.

“Kyunki uske liye ye janna zaroori nahi hai Di.” His words confused Imlie.

“Kaise zaroori nahi hai? Wo tujhse nafrat karti hai Aru kyunki use lagta hai ki tune Aditya ko jhoothe case me fasane ke lie apne unn dono culprit employees ko bach kar jaane diya. Jabki sach to ye hai ki jo saza tune use di hai usse unki aane waali 7 generations bhi kaanp jaaengi. Tu kyun uski life ka Villain ban na chahta hai?” Imlie stumbled few steps hearing this.

“Kyunki uski life ka Villain ban kar hi main use sahi raaste par le kar jaa sakta hu. Uski Amma se maine jo vaada kiya hai uska khyaal rakhne ka use kabhi bhi apne raaste se bhatakne na dene ka, use poora kar sakta hoon. Mujhe uski ye nafrat manzoor hai Didi, par main Imlie ko apne sapno se door jaata hua nahi dekh sakta. Use apni identity is tarah se khote hue nahi dekh sakta. Lekin main Aditya Kumar Tripathi ko uski life ka so called hero bankar uski life barbaad nahi karne doonga. Fir chahe uske liye main khud barbaad kyu na hoon jaaun.”

She quietly left from there to her room wiping her tears, Aryan’s words still ringing in her ears.