Bee's OS's/SS's (New OS 24/02) - Page 5

Originally posted by: nandini27

i know u talking abt me hmph!!! >P but yess!! gud u made this...otherwise i wud stick to wat i told earlier *tongue* no matter wat BEEEJIII!!! hahaha....

but dis part made it eternal..u agree or not...thts my decision and conclusion...hmph!!! and yaa...wen can i see the rest of ur one shots plss 🤣🤣🤣i know m very ver greedy!!!

and yaa i love premeer.....sigh!

Originally posted by: nitzi

-reserved-

before commenting in detail jus wanna tell thnk god prem too died🤣

Originally posted by: NIMMY

plzzzzz more PIA os..........

Originally posted by: ...Hiba...

okay oopss my bad 🤣

Originally posted by: -Bee-

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That's it 😉

Anita Ganguly gazed despondently at the door to his room, and clenched the newspaper folded tight in her fist. She had been assigned to his ward again. She did not know why they assumed she would want to see her brother in that state. Why she would want to listen to him. Why she would want to see what her laughing, joking brother had become.

She took a deep breath, and unclenched her fist. She blamed the newspaper article for making her overtly emotional. Taking a step towards the door, she let the newspaper fall silently to the floor.

She shrugged off the ward boy, who was telling her cheerfully that it was one of Anurag's better days.

'Anita!' Anita froze, barely breathing, before she realised he was facing the wall. 'Anita! Hurry up!...

'Anita! Anita! Will you please hurry up? As the only family I've got left in this world, I would think that you'd be a bit more excited about my marriage!' Anita poked her head out of the door with a scowl. Her face cleared at the sight of Pihu standing next to Anurag, swatting his arm.

'Shouldn't you be at your own house, Pihu?'

'Well, I would be. If I wasn't so busy convincing your brother that today will go fine.' Anurag's cheerful smile slipped a bit as he shared a glance with Pihu. 'Let's not get our hopes up. Your father didn't seem too happy when he saw us... I mean... I'm an employee...' Pihu shook her head, and turned back to Anita.

'I don't mean to leave you all alone, but I think your brother needs to go out for a while. We'll be back in half an hour. Be ready by then, then we'll head out to my house,' Anurag grinned ruefully, and slid his arm through Pihu's. 'What would I do without her?' He asked his little sister over Pihu's head.

'You wouldn't survive,' she fired back, rolling her eyes...

She had been wrong. He had survived.

But, that had been the last time he had recognised her as his sister. The Pihu and Anurag she knew, had not come back from that drive.

'Pihu?' He had turned to the side, undoubtedly looking at his Pihu. 'Pihu,' his voice had grown hoarse from his yelling last night, but he uttered the word like a prayer. The smile that lit up his face was more than she could take. He looked like a dying man who had seen a reason to live. And all he was staring at was the cold bare stone in his room in the mental ward.

Something inside Anita snapped. The article. Her brother. She had tried so many times to explain to him. She felt the words slip out, 'Pihu's not dead! She's getting marrie...' This time her voice was forced to choke to a stop, as Anurag looked wildly around the room. With horror, she realised he had only heard one word of her sentence. She looked on helplessly as she saw the familiar pain and anguish creep up on his face.

... Anurag lifted his guilt laden eyes to his sister, looking through her, instead of at her. 'Pihu's father... he told me... I saw... He said I killed my Pihu. I killed my Pihu. I killed my...

Anita's heart clenched as she moved forward, trying to comfort her brother. But he withdrew from her outstretched arm, walking backwards until his back hit the hospital wall.

'I killed my Pihu, I killed my Pihu...'

Anita finally got close enough to him to shake him, but he continued mumbling, as he crouched down on the hospital floor...

This time Anita could not move a muscle as she saw Anurag in a half crouch on the ground. He rocked himself back and forth, and his whispers once again sent shivers down Anita's spine.

She dashed out of the room, trying to block out his voice. 'I killed my Pihu. I killed my Pihu,' Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Closing the door loudly, she noticed the newspaper wedged underneath. Angrily, she pulled it up, nearly tearing it in the process. 'Steel giants merge companies, as their children get joined in holy matrimony,' Anita's eyes hardened, as she re-read the headlines for the umpteenth time that morning. It was the latest buzz in town. Shekhar Shastri's daughter, Pihu Shastri, was getting married, in what was bound to be the grandest wedding the city had ever seen. But Anita could not douse the disbelief that clouded her heart. She refused to believe this was her brother's Pihu.

She leaned her head back on the closed door. She had tried to tell her brother so many times that his Pihu wasn't dead. But Pihu's father had known exactly what he was doing when he had accused Anurag of killing her. Showing him her comatose form had been the last nail in the coffin. Shekhar Shastri's plan had destroyed their relationship, and along with it, it had destroyed Anurag Ganguly. Hatred and anger rippled through her as she remembered the cold eyes of the man who had reduced her brother a lonely room in a mental hospital.

Pihu placed her hand on Anurag's, as his eyes remained fixed on the road. She brushed his hair off his forehead noting his furrowed brows, and sighed. They had come on the drive to take his mind off the meeting, but he was clearly still worried.

He immediately glanced up at her sigh, his eyes clouded with concern. He never liked it when his chirpy, bubbly Pihu was upset.

'This time it's your fault,' She shook her head, and continued despite his protests, 'Okay, so maybe it won't go well, but the worst that can happen is he refuses, and tries to get me married somewhere else. Do you really think that I would follow him mindlessly?'

Anurag shook his head solemnly, letting out a little sigh of defeat. 'No, of course not. I have full faith in you and in us. I just don't want any differences between you and your father because of me. I know the importance of family, Pihu. I would never want you to be without one,'

Pihu pouted, 'Fine. So, whatever happens today, from now on, you are my family,'

Anurag grinned as he clutched her hand tightly. 'That was a done deal, anyway. We'll face everything together. Fine, we'll sort out all the differences with your father soon,' His face relaxed, as he pulled her hand up to his mouth to place a gentle kiss on it. Pihu blushed lightly and glanced away from his adoring eyes to face the front, only to notice a truck barrelling towards them, the driver on the wrong side of the road.

'ANURAG!'

'Anurag...' Pihu stirred faintly, as she finally gained consciousness. Her condition was stable, but she had been in the hospital for days. Her eyes swept past her sombre parents, searching for the most important person in her life. Searching for Anurag.

'Mom? Where's Anurag? He's okay, right? This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't made him go out. He was worried we would be late. I should have listened to him. Oh, this is all my fault! He's alright, right? Mom, where's Anurag? Anurag? Anura...'

'He didn't make it,' Her father's cold voice put an abrupt stop to Pihu's cries. Her voice trailed away into nothingness, as she slumped against the wall. Shekhar Shastri's face did not have a trace of remorse for uttering the lie that shattered his daughter's soul, 'The sooner you accept that the better...' His job done, he walked out quickly, leaving his wife to deal with Pihu.

Pihu sat limply as her mother hugged her awkwardly. Her eyes stared blankly at the tube light on the far side of the room...

'How have you been?' he broke her chain of thoughts. 'Fine,' she said in a clipped tone. 'Pihu's getting married,' It was a statement, not a question.

'Yea. I told Mom that we should wait,' Abhay looked uncomfortable, 'It's obvious she hasn't... recovered... She doesn't seem alive anymore. Not since she found out about Anurag's death...' Abhay's voice trailed off as Anita looked at him horror-struck. She nearly choked on her rage as she began pushing her way to the front of the crowd, to where Pihu was coming down the stairs.

'... she looks beautiful... '

'... Shastri Ji has made sure that his daughter gets the best...'

Anita finally broke through a gap in the crowd, and found herself face to face with Pihu. She stopped short. While Pihu Shastri looked resplendent in her bridal lehenga, the look in her eyes was one that Anita saw every day. It was the same look that Anurag carried with him to sleep. She let out a breath of disbelief. No. Surely...

Pihu's mother looked warily at Anita, blocking their path to the mandap. She then glanced nervously at her husband, who was pushing people aside to get to them, his face a rigid mask of anger. Even the guests had begun to prick up their ears, hoping to catch the latest gossip on one of the biggest industrialists in Kolkata.

'Excuse me, we have to...' Neelima started timidly, but she was cut off by Anita.

'Pihu? Pihu? Remember me?' Anita's voice was soft. She had spent too many years in the mental ward, trying to make her patients listen to her. 'Anurag's not...' After a month, Neelima heard her daughter's voice again, 'Anurag? Anurag?' Anita saw a glimmer of hope for Pihu. She had reacted. Maybe... she could be....

'Get OUT! I've had enough of you and your brother...' Shekhar Shastri's thunderous face was enough to make his wife step back in fear, but it only served to incense Anita further.

'Mr. Shastri, I have no desire to see your face. I came here for Pihu. LOOK at her. She's not alright,' Shekhar seemed to swell with rage, as he heard whispers start up behind his back. He would not stand for this. 'What do you mean? She's perfectly all right. She's just been through a traumatic...'

'Exactly,' Anita swept in, cutting him off. 'She's been through a traumatic experience, but instead of letting her grieve, you've allowed your daughter to fester in her guilt. Now, look at her. Actually look at her Mr. Shastri, and tell me she's fine,'

Shekhar glanced towards his daughter. 'Ask her what her name is, Mr. Shastri,' Anita's voice was a whisper, but it cut across the silent room like a knife.

For the first time, Shekhar's face showed a trace of doubt. The sight of Pihu's vacant face prompted Shekhar to follow Anita's advice, 'Honey, what's your name?' Pihu remained motionless. Her eyes seemed to be fixated on the cracks in the floor. 'Pihu! Tell everyone your name! Say it! What's your name?' Shekhar's voice was growing louder in his desperation. There could not be any truth to that girl's words. His daughter was fine. 'PIHU! What's your NAME?!' Pihu jumped, as her father's face came dangerously close to hers. Anita felt her brief flare of hope for Pihu die out, as she watched her retreat into a corner, hugging herself tight. Her wide eyes darted here and there. She called out for the only person she knew would come, 'Anurag? Anurag?'

Shekhar Shastri watched mutely as his daughter huddled in a corner, calling out for her supposedly dead lover. The silence of the wedding guests grew strained, as her cries grew louder and louder, 'Anurag! ANURAG!'

Anita handed him a card. 'Here's the name of the hospital where I work. We have the finest psychiatric facility in the city. Congratulations Mr. Shastri. In an attempt to remove my brother from your daughter's life, you've driven your only daughter insane.' She turned on her heel and walked out, no longer having the strength to look at his face.

'Oh,' she paused, her back still towards him. Shekhar, along with everyone in the hall, lifted their eyes to her weary face. 'Do come. I'm sure we'll be able to accommodate you. The room next to Anurag Ganguly's happens to be empty.'

awesomeeeeeeeeeeee too goo very nice shot do write one more sequel to it with anurag pihu interactions