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this is my first attempt at writing an OS. so i hope u people will bear with me for i did not find any way to vent out my frustration after watching today's episode. my heart went out to khushi. so this OS reflects my mood.
As he shut the door on his sister, a gut wrenching pain erupted in his heart as he realized that the great Arnav Singh Raizada, who wrote others' and his own fate, had turned into a hapless and helpless mortal.
Arnav: I am sorry, di, but i had no other choice.
Yeah, he had no other choice, for his world was shattering in front of him and he couldn't let that happen for his world was his di. His helplessness in saving his di from the cruel clutches of the world and his inability to open his di's eyes, broke him all the more and made him all the more ruthless. The world had always been cruel to him and just when he had begun to think that there was some light in this utter darkness, some good in this cruel world, he had woken up to realize that he was completelyvmistaken for the world was more cruel then he ever imagined.
He hastily wiped away the tears. No, he would not cry coz tears were meant for the defeated and the weaklings. No, he Arnav Singh Raizada would not accept defeat so easily. But the sight which he saw, further pierced his already torn heart. This is what he wanted to see and this is what he wanted her to feel but her sobs and tears made their way to his once again hardened heart. He wanted to reach out, to console and comfort her and tell her that she was not alone. Her sobs pained him and her tears were like daggers drawing out his blood and he found his feet moving towards he in their own accord. But as he stood a mere two feet away from her the scene on the terrace put a halt to his actions. How could he forget that hug and her words? He hated himself for that and that is when ASR took the reigns from Arnav once more.
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She tried hard to wipe off the endless tears that fell like the monsoon rains. Her eyes were just like a dam that had just burst, no longer capable of stopping the water from flowing out. Her numerous attempts to clear her mind and calm her shaking body became futile as the day's events played across her mind like an endless reel, bringing with them a fresh set of tears. A familiar feeling tickled her skin and she lifted her head from her hand, where it had been resting for what seemed like an eternity, to gaze at the familiar but strange man who stood before her. Was it her mind playing games or did she just see concern in those deep brown orbs? But before she could even register her own thoughts, the earlier concern was replaced with something freaky cold and distant. The look which was once the signature of ASR but that which had been forgotten for a long time. Her mind took her back to that fateful Diwali night and she couldn't help but wonder why all those days meant for celebration and joy ended up in misery and gloom for her.
Their eyes locked with each other but unlike other times, the world did not stop for them nor did they get lost in each other, for both were painfully aware of their own plight. Hatred and betrayal danced naked in one set of eyes while desperation and confusion reflected in the other.
ASR: You have an inborn talent in acting, Khushi Kumari Gupta. Even your favorite Salman Khan will not be able to make those tears flow at his will like you. But shouldn't you be happy? You just got married to a rich man even if it is for six months, so why the tears?
Her earlier anguish and despair gave way to anger as she heard his words. Was this the knight of her dreams, the man she fell in love with? But what did he mean. Was her status still a worrying thought for him?
Khushi: What do you mean Arnavji? After ruining my life, you come her and tell me i ought to be happy. How can you be so heartless?
ASR: Enough of you acting, Khushi. I have seen through that innocent facade you manage to pull so perfectly in front of others. You tried to ruin my Di's life and as a reward i ruined yours, take it that way.
Khushi could not believe her ears as utter confusion masked her face.
Khushi: How the hell did I try to ruin Anjaliji's life. You are mistaken, Arnavji
ASR: Now stop it, will you? I saw what happened on the terrace earlier today and i saw it with my own eyes, damn it. You and that Shyam scumbag hugging. No Khushi, dont try justifying coz you cant make me believe you. I know both of you ar in love, but you are not going to ruin my Di's life. I, ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA WILL NOT ALLOW IT TO HAPPEN.
With that he stomped off to the bathedroom slamming the door. Khushi flinched as she felt someone had slapped her. Her breathing became ragged as she became aware of the trap that she was caught in. She was caught in a tangle of misunderstanding and hatred and she knew it would take a long time to break those knots. Till then all she had was the wrath of her own family, the indifference from the family which she once thought was her second family, a sleazy and cunning Shyam and an unbelieving and manipulative man who called himself her 'husband'. She felt her life come crumbling down as all the doors shut before her. All that was left of herself was rubble coz she was broken- shattered into a thousand pieces and she wondered if she would ever be a whole once again...
thanks for taking the time and reading and i know its crap.sorry for the mistakes too . i had no other way than to bore u guys. anyway take care😊
Arjun
