Aadatein | OS Collection [Saathiya- Pg 8] - Page 8

Originally posted by: Honey-Friend

Pratyu..

this is beautiful baby..

It’s poetic, erotic and sensual..

love it.. continue to write ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thank u Mou Di ❤️

Originally posted by: Redblueblack

Loving this girl!! You have a way with words! You paint an amazingly emotionally rich picture with your words!! This is so erotic ad sensuous, yet it doesn't take away from the emotional aspect of it!!

Love it!! Thank you 🥰😘🤗

Thank you so much Di ❤️

Originally posted by: Neeharika

Waaaahhh that was sizzling 🥵💕💕

Thank you 😊

7) Saathiya

I literally titled it kp-os when I began writing it lol. So this is based on truth revelation. Yes it is not as dramatic as itv and some ffs I have read but I wanted to write it this way. After seeing today's episode, the way Abhira understands Armaan wordlessly, idk, i couldn't envision anything except what I have written here. It is direct and simple and I hope you'll all like it.

Title is again random because this is the only thing that came to my mind. If anybody gets a better title, do tell me.

_

"And when I lifted my eyes to your name,

suddenly your heart showed me my way"

-Pablo Neruda

_

Her flight has never been a descent in the frontiers of her soul, even at the worst phase of her life when she lost her only family, her Mumma. Now though, it feels like she's in freefall, still miles away from splattering on the hard ground but also speeding towards it, left to the mercy of this agony that pulls like gravity, luring her mercilessly to submerged depths while she flounders to spread her wings desperately. A multifaceted storm, of primal emotions, visceral reactions and subconscious cues picked over time, swivels within her, coloring the azure skies of her mindscape with gray storm clouds.
For as long as she's known verity, she's known that it might be harsh, bitter but never unacceptable. Ruhi's 'verity' wrecks everything within her - her defence barrier screaming betrayal and ready for a warcry, the fortress concealed within shuddering under the onslaught of grief, even as a slowly tightening gold string flutters in the enclosed core of her being, undeterred and resolute. Spoken in a voice replete with yearning, Ruhi's 'verity' is something that screams to be believed but she still struggles to do so completely.

The motions of her body are monotonous, mechanically following her routine while her bubbly aura lies subdued under the duress of her internal storm. Amidst the conflicting feelings in her heart regarding her husband, Ruhi's 'verity' augments the complexity while also striking right at the fundamental base behind it. It's all one big mess and she realises she needs to be away, left to slowly untangle the mess as she processes it. Because despite everything, the hurt in her is so profound that it feels like an abyss that will swallow her in. He had divulged the truth of their marriage to Ruhi, betraying her trust but it hadn't seemed prudent to him to tell her, that his chitwali was in his own family, his younger brother's wife whom he called a close friend. It tears at her, an anger sheathed in waves of agony, that she trusted him with everything while he couldn't trust her enough to reveal something like this despite her repeated questioning. That he would trust Ruhi with their truth but not her with his and Ruhi's!

_

She hasn't spoken a word to him that hasn't been absolutely necessary for her to do so. There is a formality in her, similar to what had been in the early days of their marriage amidst all the awkwardness and loss yet it's different in a way he can't pinpoint. What he can assuredly agree is that he does not like it. Not one bit. Listening to her bak-bak has become his habit. It makes him stupidly happy when she fights with him like that. With her incessant chatter and animated expressions, she takes him away from all the burdens and responsibilities weighing down on him. Her aura, sunshine and warmth enveloping him, always soothes him, bringing in a tranquility he's never known before.
Now the muted shine of her aura, her formal smiles and repeated denial in indulging in any of it, tugs at him with a mix of hurt, anger, confusion and frustration as he cannot fathom what went wrong! Dressed in a yellow suit, his sunshine today looks eclipsed with the way her eyebrows furrow and her hands tremor silently. He tries to study her silently, trying to decipher what went so wrong that she has resorted to silence because his unstoppable bad-bad queen is somebody who rips his buttons off his shirt when angry with him and confronts him with tears that assault his heart when upset with him. This mural of silence is not the force of life that Abhira is!

"Abhira, kya hua hain? What has happened?" he asks gently. Did somebody say anything to her? But why would they. Except Phuphasa, everybody in his family have accepted his wife. Even Dadi Sa, who hides her smile at Abhira's antics, clinging on to a pretense of sterness even as he and everybody sees that she is softening.

"Nahi toh, nothing has happened!" she says, a clipped, to the point answer.

"Ya right, nothing has happened. Everything is hunky dory which is why tum ek hi page pe atki ho, woh bhi uss book ki jise tumne ulta pakda hain" he says mockingly.

Abhira's eyes widen but she just holds the book right and turns the page.

"Just leave it Armaan. Go to sleep and let me study" she says.

He sighs but decides to let it go just this once. Maybe things will be alright by tomorrow morning.

He gets onto the bed on his side and sleeps facing away. She looks at him then, tears filling her eyes. Her chest tightens with the way it hurts and she gazes at him a moment more before turning away.

Yes, she needs some time away from everybody, especially him.

_

He stands at the window of their room, feeling restless. A balance seems to have rocked, a constant paused. It joins in the complicated mess in his chest, entangling it even more amidst the attraction, adoration, connection, attachment, unacknowledged love, guilt, grief, yearning, anger, self depreciation and much more.

The sky opens up then, a canvas of his own emotions as it thunders and pours. Amidst the rainfall is when her car pulls over. She steps out, her bag and coat in the car as she moves towards the garden in front. He turns and his steps take him away from their room, down the hallway and out the door, to her.

_

The rain feels like a protective shield, an enclosure for the solitude she needs. She stands in the garden, drenched and allows her tears to slip. Imprisoned in flashes like a memory reel, she sees all the moments between Armaan and Ruhi, measuring them through the lens of Ruhi's verity. But even with it, she sees the anomalies. She sees the mendacity of a lonely soul warped by the tendrils of infatuation who let them bloom into escalating delusion, tarnishing her morals and beguiling her into blemishing the sanctity of the relationships around her. She sees in the smile that falters across Armaan's face when his sight falls on Ruhi, in the discomfort at any physical contact or accidental proximity with her, in the guilt that rises in his eyes when he sees her and in every moment that he has cared for her but only had obligation propelling his actions, the actual truth - that Armaan may have been infatuated with Ruhi but it died the moment she became Rohit Poddar's wife. It isn't something somebody has to tell her, she knows that Armaan's moral code and principles and more than that, his love for his brother and family, will never allow him to accept any chance of him and Ruhi being something.

His words from the day he embraced her in a way that wrecked havoc within her, ring in her ears.

"Woh rishta ab kabhi nahi jud sakta"

There had been no yearning or regret in his tone. He had been firm and direct.

What Ruhi told her might have been the truth at some point, but it does not hold now. She knows if she asks him, Armaan will tell her the same. That he's let go - of a thing that may have been but isn't destined to be.
After the turbulence of so many hours, she finds the first moment of serenity as this, the truth resonates in every corner of her. It does not lessen her hurt at his adamant refusal to tell her, trust her but it helps her make a little peace with it.

Her arms lift up, craving the levity that suppressed her carefree nature for a day. Eyes closed, she lifts her face to the rain and finally feels free.

_

He stands frozen at his spot as he gazes at her. With her face lifted up, she looks like a butterfly finally out of the cocoon, ready to take flight. It sends flutters in his heart, the crushing weight of his restless emotions now a forgotten tale. All he can see is her,a verdant leaf dancing to the taals of the raindrops. Her aura, liquid sunshine, now emanates the essence of stardust from the stars in a twilit sky, a picture of elegance, freedom and tranquility.

Her eyes open then as if she has sensed him and she meets his eyes, holding them captive. They stand like that, lost in each other's gaze, the thundering storm nothing compared to the ones blazing within them. The intricacies of their bond and the complexity of their situation, the surge of undecipherable feelings, the heat warming their souls and the feeling of home in each other alongside the promises to themselves to never fall for each other, all of it envelope them in the moment. But they do not stop their steps towards each other.
It isn't until there's a breath's distance between them that she whispers

"Ruhi told me the truth Armaan"

Multiple emotions flicker across his face- surprise, guilt, fear, vulnerability, assurance, anger and firmness.
He does not evade her gaze even as he gently says

"Whatever she told you, it is something that once was but ceased the moment she married my brother and I married you"

"I know. But it should have been you who should have told me, trusted me. But maybe you do not see me the way I see you" her voice reflects her hurt, a bruising wound that throbs with pain, craving a balm that only he can provide.

His gaze fills with tears of shame, guilt and regret.
"It never was about not trusting you Abhira. It was just hesitance initially and I stalled unknowingly for so long that when I wanted to tell, I realized I could risk losing everything we have built so far. I...I just didn't want to lose you earlier than I have to"

She doesn't say a word for a moment while his eyes plead her to trust him. And then she surges forward, lifting on her tiptoes with her hands wrapping around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. He wraps his arms around her immediately, pulling her even closer.
They stay in the hug, two hearts beating in tandem. They pull away a little then, still in each other's arms and their faces closer than ever before. Eyes close, breaths deepen and time slows as their lips meet.

It is the brush of waves against the shore, the first breeze of spring soothing the bruises of autumn. It is an unspoken acknowledgement that everything has changed between them. It is the union of souls, a warm flame in pouring showers.
The storm blazes on but two souls have found, in the truest sense, each other!

--the end --

Love,
Pratyusha

Tagging a few:

That was amazing and outstanding 👏🥰😍

Beautifully written capturing the essence and feelings of the moments

Sooooooo nicely written 💕💕💕 so beautiful thanks for tagging me to this beautiful piece

Originally posted by: Ps143

7) Saathiya

I literally titled it kp-os when I began writing it lol. So this is based on truth revelation. Yes it is not as dramatic as itv and some ffs I have read but I wanted to write it this way. After seeing today's episode, the way Abhira understands Armaan wordlessly, idk, i couldn't envision anything except what I have written here. It is direct and simple and I hope you'll all like it.

Title is again random because this is the only thing that came to my mind. If anybody gets a better title, do tell me.

_

"And when I lifted my eyes to your name,

suddenly your heart showed me my way"

-Pablo Neruda

_

Her flight has never been a descent in the frontiers of her soul, even at the worst phase of her life when she lost her only family, her Mumma. Now though, it feels like she's in freefall, still miles away from splattering on the hard ground but also speeding towards it, left to the mercy of this agony that pulls like gravity, luring her mercilessly to submerged depths while she flounders to spread her wings desperately. A multifaceted storm, of primal emotions, visceral reactions and subconscious cues picked over time, swivels within her, coloring the azure skies of her mindscape with gray storm clouds.
For as long as she's known verity, she's known that it might be harsh, bitter but never unacceptable. Ruhi's 'verity' wrecks everything within her - her defence barrier screaming betrayal and ready for a warcry, the fortress concealed within shuddering under the onslaught of grief, even as a slowly tightening gold string flutters in the enclosed core of her being, undeterred and resolute. Spoken in a voice replete with yearning, Ruhi's 'verity' is something that screams to be believed but she still struggles to do so completely.

The motions of her body are monotonous, mechanically following her routine while her bubbly aura lies subdued under the duress of her internal storm. Amidst the conflicting feelings in her heart regarding her husband, Ruhi's 'verity' augments the complexity while also striking right at the fundamental base behind it. It's all one big mess and she realises she needs to be away, left to slowly untangle the mess as she processes it. Because despite everything, the hurt in her is so profound that it feels like an abyss that will swallow her in. He had divulged the truth of their marriage to Ruhi, betraying her trust but it hadn't seemed prudent to him to tell her, that his chitwali was in his own family, his younger brother's wife whom he called a close friend. It tears at her, an anger sheathed in waves of agony, that she trusted him with everything while he couldn't trust her enough to reveal something like this despite her repeated questioning. That he would trust Ruhi with their truth but not her with his and Ruhi's!

_

She hasn't spoken a word to him that hasn't been absolutely necessary for her to do so. There is a formality in her, similar to what had been in the early days of their marriage amidst all the awkwardness and loss yet it's different in a way he can't pinpoint. What he can assuredly agree is that he does not like it. Not one bit. Listening to her bak-bak has become his habit. It makes him stupidly happy when she fights with him like that. With her incessant chatter and animated expressions, she takes him away from all the burdens and responsibilities weighing down on him. Her aura, sunshine and warmth enveloping him, always soothes him, bringing in a tranquility he's never known before.
Now the muted shine of her aura, her formal smiles and repeated denial in indulging in any of it, tugs at him with a mix of hurt, anger, confusion and frustration as he cannot fathom what went wrong! Dressed in a yellow suit, his sunshine today looks eclipsed with the way her eyebrows furrow and her hands tremor silently. He tries to study her silently, trying to decipher what went so wrong that she has resorted to silence because his unstoppable bad-bad queen is somebody who rips his buttons off his shirt when angry with him and confronts him with tears that assault his heart when upset with him. This mural of silence is not the force of life that Abhira is!

"Abhira, kya hua hain? What has happened?" he asks gently. Did somebody say anything to her? But why would they. Except Phuphasa, everybody in his family have accepted his wife. Even Dadi Sa, who hides her smile at Abhira's antics, clinging on to a pretense of sterness even as he and everybody sees that she is softening.

"Nahi toh, nothing has happened!" she says, a clipped, to the point answer.

"Ya right, nothing has happened. Everything is hunky dory which is why tum ek hi page pe atki ho, woh bhi uss book ki jise tumne ulta pakda hain" he says mockingly.

Abhira's eyes widen but she just holds the book right and turns the page.

"Just leave it Armaan. Go to sleep and let me study" she says.

He sighs but decides to let it go just this once. Maybe things will be alright by tomorrow morning.

He gets onto the bed on his side and sleeps facing away. She looks at him then, tears filling her eyes. Her chest tightens with the way it hurts and she gazes at him a moment more before turning away.

Yes, she needs some time away from everybody, especially him.

_

He stands at the window of their room, feeling restless. A balance seems to have rocked, a constant paused. It joins in the complicated mess in his chest, entangling it even more amidst the attraction, adoration, connection, attachment, unacknowledged love, guilt, grief, yearning, anger, self depreciation and much more.

The sky opens up then, a canvas of his own emotions as it thunders and pours. Amidst the rainfall is when her car pulls over. She steps out, her bag and coat in the car as she moves towards the garden in front. He turns and his steps take him away from their room, down the hallway and out the door, to her.

_

The rain feels like a protective shield, an enclosure for the solitude she needs. She stands in the garden, drenched and allows her tears to slip. Imprisoned in flashes like a memory reel, she sees all the moments between Armaan and Ruhi, measuring them through the lens of Ruhi's verity. But even with it, she sees the anomalies. She sees the mendacity of a lonely soul warped by the tendrils of infatuation who let them bloom into escalating delusion, tarnishing her morals and beguiling her into blemishing the sanctity of the relationships around her. She sees in the smile that falters across Armaan's face when his sight falls on Ruhi, in the discomfort at any physical contact or accidental proximity with her, in the guilt that rises in his eyes when he sees her and in every moment that he has cared for her but only had obligation propelling his actions, the actual truth - that Armaan may have been infatuated with Ruhi but it died the moment she became Rohit Poddar's wife. It isn't something somebody has to tell her, she knows that Armaan's moral code and principles and more than that, his love for his brother and family, will never allow him to accept any chance of him and Ruhi being something.

His words from the day he embraced her in a way that wrecked havoc within her, ring in her ears.

"Woh rishta ab kabhi nahi jud sakta"

There had been no yearning or regret in his tone. He had been firm and direct.

What Ruhi told her might have been the truth at some point, but it does not hold now. She knows if she asks him, Armaan will tell her the same. That he's let go - of a thing that may have been but isn't destined to be.
After the turbulence of so many hours, she finds the first moment of serenity as this, the truth resonates in every corner of her. It does not lessen her hurt at his adamant refusal to tell her, trust her but it helps her make a little peace with it.

Her arms lift up, craving the levity that suppressed her carefree nature for a day. Eyes closed, she lifts her face to the rain and finally feels free.

_

He stands frozen at his spot as he gazes at her. With her face lifted up, she looks like a butterfly finally out of the cocoon, ready to take flight. It sends flutters in his heart, the crushing weight of his restless emotions now a forgotten tale. All he can see is her,a verdant leaf dancing to the taals of the raindrops. Her aura, liquid sunshine, now emanates the essence of stardust from the stars in a twilit sky, a picture of elegance, freedom and tranquility.

Her eyes open then as if she has sensed him and she meets his eyes, holding them captive. They stand like that, lost in each other's gaze, the thundering storm nothing compared to the ones blazing within them. The intricacies of their bond and the complexity of their situation, the surge of undecipherable feelings, the heat warming their souls and the feeling of home in each other alongside the promises to themselves to never fall for each other, all of it envelope them in the moment. But they do not stop their steps towards each other.
It isn't until there's a breath's distance between them that she whispers

"Ruhi told me the truth Armaan"

Multiple emotions flicker across his face- surprise, guilt, fear, vulnerability, assurance, anger and firmness.
He does not evade her gaze even as he gently says

"Whatever she told you, it is something that once was but ceased the moment she married my brother and I married you"

"I know. But it should have been you who should have told me, trusted me. But maybe you do not see me the way I see you" her voice reflects her hurt, a bruising wound that throbs with pain, craving a balm that only he can provide.

His gaze fills with tears of shame, guilt and regret.
"It never was about not trusting you Abhira. It was just hesitance initially and I stalled unknowingly for so long that when I wanted to tell, I realized I could risk losing everything we have built so far. I...I just didn't want to lose you earlier than I have to"

She doesn't say a word for a moment while his eyes plead her to trust him. And then she surges forward, lifting on her tiptoes with her hands wrapping around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. He wraps his arms around her immediately, pulling her even closer.
They stay in the hug, two hearts beating in tandem. They pull away a little then, still in each other's arms and their faces closer than ever before. Eyes close, breaths deepen and time slows as their lips meet.

It is the brush of waves against the shore, the first breeze of spring soothing the bruises of autumn. It is an unspoken acknowledgement that everything has changed between them. It is the union of souls, a warm flame in pouring showers.
The storm blazes on but two souls have found, in the truest sense, each other!

--the end --

Love,
Pratyusha

Tagging a few:

So in depth. Love it.