Posted:
So i have been watching this show and loving most of it. But at times i get frustrated and just want to make things make sense...so i figured what better way then to just write a quick OS where I get to control what the characters are thinking and doing...and since currently the only thing that is killing me is Aarti's need to go visit the pauper of her past so anyways i wrote an OS...hope you enjoy
Aarti couldn't stop her hand from shaking, she didn't want to put the phone down. To lose that one connection that linked her to Prashant. But he hadn't left her any choice. She was still trying to grasp what had just happened, to try and get a hold on to the thoughts that were racing through her head. But before she could decipher if what had just transpired was reality or just a dream her Mom walked in and asked who was on the phone. She could only answer with the truth, "Prashant." That one word caused her Mom to lose her grip on the glass of water she had been holding and it slipped and shattered on the floor. A lot like saying the one word she had banned herself from saying aloud seemed to have shattered her world apart today.
"What did he want?!?" Shobha asked. She knew that nothing good could come out of that worthless man. She could no longer even think of him as her son. And Aarti was so vulnerable, at this point in her life where she was struggling to forget the past while moving towards future. She prayed that Aarti only remembered the pain that man had caused her. And didn't rely on the memories that allowed her son to break her heart so easily once before. She nudged Aarti to answer again, "What did he want?"
Aarti took a deep breath in and prepared to tell her Mom the truth. There was never any doubt in her mind. She had never lied to her parents and she wasn't going to today. "He wants to meet me." She heard her Mom take a deep breath in. She waited for what she knew was coming, but didn't really care to hear at this moment. All that mattered was that he had called. She had dreamt of this for so long, it was almost like getting a second chance. Before she could get lost in the depths of her thoughts of Prashant her Mom spoke.
Shobha could already see the past pulling at Aarti. Pulling it towards the darkness and she didn't know what to do. She grabbed Aarti's upper arms and turned her to face her, and said, "Aarti. What do you mean he wants to meet you? You dont really expect to go see him?!? Do you? You are going to be getting married in less than 24 hours. You are going to start a new life. And you want to risk all of that for the ghost of your past??" She waited to see if anything she had said had sunk in. She could tell that she was fighting a losing battle but she had to try one last time, "Yashji is a good man. He is the kind of man that will stand by you for the rest of your life. He is the man that will be a good father for Ansh, and a good husband to you." But it seemed as though the words she had thought would have helped pull Aarti towards the now propelled her further from the future Shobha had imagined for her daughter.
Aarti looked up and into her Mom's eyes and said, "Exactly. I am not married yet. I need to see him. I need to talk to him. Please." She saw the resignation in her mother's eyes. And turned and fled the room. Leaving a scared Shobha and a confused Dubey.
As she got out and took off her shoes and started to climb up the steps of the Mandir approaching the place that was so linked to so many trials and turbulences of her life. As hard as she tried she couldn't keep the worst moment of her life at bay. The moment when Prashant had abandoned her and their unborn child for another woman. She pushed the thought back trying to comfort her mind with the increased beating of her heart. Only to be assaulted by another one. This time of him telling her that he didn't love her anymore, that he loved someone else. And that thought alone caused her to stop at the top step and almost knocked her to her knees. She began to doubt her coming her to meet Prashant. She thought to herself, What am I doing? Why am I here? Am about to get married, about to get a father for Ansh. He's ecstatic at the thought of Yashji becoming his naya Papa. Then why am I risking it all to meet the man that didn't even care to see if he had a son or daughter. As she continued to think she remembered her interactions with Yash. She remembered him touching her waist, taking her to the cafe only to get arrested for the police thinking she was a call girl. Then the last straw he had pulled her chaniyo open on the dance floor in front of everyone. Am I really giving Ansh the best father? I mean Yashji barely talks to Ansh. And forget that, is he even the kind of role model I want for my son. At least when I was pretending to be his father I was able to give Ansh the hope that his father was reliable and fulfilled everywish he ever wanted. But Yashji, off of everything I have seen and expreienced is he really the best man to be a father for my son. Or is he just looking for a wife? Aarti wasn't sure what to think. All she knew was that regardless of the faith her Mom had Yash, her mom didn't know the man she had met. And if she had she wouldn't be as sure about him.
So she took a deep breath and continue towards the center of the mandir. And pushing aside thoughts of the silent stranger she was betrothed to she let the thoughts of Prashant come back. Only this time it wasn't just the good memories that were coming back. It seemed as though the closer she got to meeting the man of her past the more painful the memories became. She started to think, This man left me when I needed him the most. When I was carrying his son, he left me. What should have been the happiest moments of their lives became the worst memory of mine. And the audacity of the man to tell her he was leaving because he didn't love her anymore? She didn't hear a peep from him through out all these years, never once to ask how she was doing, what their son's name was, if they even had a son or daughter. Forget them, he never even tried to talk his own parents. Those special people who had shown her what having parents meant. And he turned his back on them.
She started to feel the anger and betrayal of that afternoon rise up. Her hands started to clench and the anger got her legs moving faster. And she knew that this was the real reason why she had come...
Arps
Aarti couldn't stop her hand from shaking, she didn't want to put the phone down. To lose that one connection that linked her to Prashant. But he hadn't left her any choice. She was still trying to grasp what had just happened, to try and get a hold on to the thoughts that were racing through her head. But before she could decipher if what had just transpired was reality or just a dream her Mom walked in and asked who was on the phone. She could only answer with the truth, "Prashant." That one word caused her Mom to lose her grip on the glass of water she had been holding and it slipped and shattered on the floor. A lot like saying the one word she had banned herself from saying aloud seemed to have shattered her world apart today.
"What did he want?!?" Shobha asked. She knew that nothing good could come out of that worthless man. She could no longer even think of him as her son. And Aarti was so vulnerable, at this point in her life where she was struggling to forget the past while moving towards future. She prayed that Aarti only remembered the pain that man had caused her. And didn't rely on the memories that allowed her son to break her heart so easily once before. She nudged Aarti to answer again, "What did he want?"
Aarti took a deep breath in and prepared to tell her Mom the truth. There was never any doubt in her mind. She had never lied to her parents and she wasn't going to today. "He wants to meet me." She heard her Mom take a deep breath in. She waited for what she knew was coming, but didn't really care to hear at this moment. All that mattered was that he had called. She had dreamt of this for so long, it was almost like getting a second chance. Before she could get lost in the depths of her thoughts of Prashant her Mom spoke.
Shobha could already see the past pulling at Aarti. Pulling it towards the darkness and she didn't know what to do. She grabbed Aarti's upper arms and turned her to face her, and said, "Aarti. What do you mean he wants to meet you? You dont really expect to go see him?!? Do you? You are going to be getting married in less than 24 hours. You are going to start a new life. And you want to risk all of that for the ghost of your past??" She waited to see if anything she had said had sunk in. She could tell that she was fighting a losing battle but she had to try one last time, "Yashji is a good man. He is the kind of man that will stand by you for the rest of your life. He is the man that will be a good father for Ansh, and a good husband to you." But it seemed as though the words she had thought would have helped pull Aarti towards the now propelled her further from the future Shobha had imagined for her daughter.
Aarti looked up and into her Mom's eyes and said, "Exactly. I am not married yet. I need to see him. I need to talk to him. Please." She saw the resignation in her mother's eyes. And turned and fled the room. Leaving a scared Shobha and a confused Dubey.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aarti honestly couldn't remember how she had left her room and ended up in a car. And she didn't care. All that mattered was that she was heading towards the place where she had first dreamt of getting married of becoming a wife and finally gaining a mother and father. She remembered the dreams that little orphaned girl had dreamt for so many years as she did darshan at the Mandir since she was 10 years old. And how those dreams had started to become a reality when she had fallen in love with Prashant.. Then how they became her world when she got married. But as she continued to approach the temple she couldn't keep the doubts completely at bay. She felt in a inkling at how Prashant hadn't told her on the phone that he wanted her back. That he hadn't asked about their son. That he had talked about the celebrations of her Punar vivah not as an obstacle but as something that had finally prompted his need to see her one last time.As she got out and took off her shoes and started to climb up the steps of the Mandir approaching the place that was so linked to so many trials and turbulences of her life. As hard as she tried she couldn't keep the worst moment of her life at bay. The moment when Prashant had abandoned her and their unborn child for another woman. She pushed the thought back trying to comfort her mind with the increased beating of her heart. Only to be assaulted by another one. This time of him telling her that he didn't love her anymore, that he loved someone else. And that thought alone caused her to stop at the top step and almost knocked her to her knees. She began to doubt her coming her to meet Prashant. She thought to herself, What am I doing? Why am I here? Am about to get married, about to get a father for Ansh. He's ecstatic at the thought of Yashji becoming his naya Papa. Then why am I risking it all to meet the man that didn't even care to see if he had a son or daughter. As she continued to think she remembered her interactions with Yash. She remembered him touching her waist, taking her to the cafe only to get arrested for the police thinking she was a call girl. Then the last straw he had pulled her chaniyo open on the dance floor in front of everyone. Am I really giving Ansh the best father? I mean Yashji barely talks to Ansh. And forget that, is he even the kind of role model I want for my son. At least when I was pretending to be his father I was able to give Ansh the hope that his father was reliable and fulfilled everywish he ever wanted. But Yashji, off of everything I have seen and expreienced is he really the best man to be a father for my son. Or is he just looking for a wife? Aarti wasn't sure what to think. All she knew was that regardless of the faith her Mom had Yash, her mom didn't know the man she had met. And if she had she wouldn't be as sure about him.
So she took a deep breath and continue towards the center of the mandir. And pushing aside thoughts of the silent stranger she was betrothed to she let the thoughts of Prashant come back. Only this time it wasn't just the good memories that were coming back. It seemed as though the closer she got to meeting the man of her past the more painful the memories became. She started to think, This man left me when I needed him the most. When I was carrying his son, he left me. What should have been the happiest moments of their lives became the worst memory of mine. And the audacity of the man to tell her he was leaving because he didn't love her anymore? She didn't hear a peep from him through out all these years, never once to ask how she was doing, what their son's name was, if they even had a son or daughter. Forget them, he never even tried to talk his own parents. Those special people who had shown her what having parents meant. And he turned his back on them.
She started to feel the anger and betrayal of that afternoon rise up. Her hands started to clench and the anger got her legs moving faster. And she knew that this was the real reason why she had come...
Arps
Bollywood
