hey this is the KT-MANTHAN fanfiction that i promised to u all....have fun reading!
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PART 1:
Forcefully cupping the beer in his hand, he was peering through his room's door into the hall below.......his mind was racing and his heart was pounding dangerously as he remembered all those painful moments when his dad had insulted and tormented his mom......he recalled all those times when he slapped him, while patting bhumi on the back........he was wrong, like always......no one expected him to be how he was, but that was just what had become of him after such years of neglection and tormentation.........as he looked into his mom's room, he saw her sitting desolutely in bed with tears forming visibly in her eyes......he felt like going to her and comforting her.......but he knew, there was no use to that......the person who should love her did not love her, and her son who did could never have the special place in her heart which she had reserved for her husband only.......she had even gone as far as to tell him that no matter what karan did to her, she would always prefer him over her own son..........this declaration had set his blood boiling and his heart raged more and more in hatred towards his father.......it was this intense loathing that set him apart from everyone else, and ultimately, even from his own mother.......
painfully, he moved his eyes away from his mothers grief, and instead, concentrated on what was going on in the hall......it was empty, except for one person.....it was that Miss-Gawar that he'd taken an instant disliking to.....she was arranging the vases in the room with flowers, and seemed extremely busy and lost in her own world.......
he smirked to himself......how could he lose this opportunity? as silently as a hawk, he slipped downstairs and stood behind her, barring her way......
she was humming some obscure tune, which he couldn't make any sense out of......it was ridiculous, he thought.....
still humming the tune, she put the vase back, and turned around.......she almost gasped in horror when she saw him standing and watching her so silently........as soon as she turned around, he walked closer to her and whispered through gritted teeth,
"so miss gawar....arranging flowers, i see.......but let me tell u one thing first before u over-work ur pitifull self.....no matter how many flowers u scatter about the house or what flowery stench u hurl into this place, its always going to stay dirty because of U......unless U get lost, this place will never be clean.........and the day U leave, is going to be the biggest victory in my life and YOUR greatest defeat. so what are u waiting for," he added with a sly smile, " just leave already!"
she had been listening to his words with attention, yet he could sense the suppressed fear underneath her apparent boldness........he knew he hated her, and he also knew how much she hated him as well.......not only hated him, but also feared him to some extent......
"who are u to ask me to leave?" she retorted with bitterness, "owing to your deeds, its more likely that you are going to be leaving before i do......what do u think of urself? u think everyone in this house loves u more than they respect me??? if given a chance, i could prove that most people in this house know what a loser u are......when the time comes, they'd side with me and not u."
"what time are u talking abt, huh?" he replied with force, "tumhari ukaat hi kyaa hai, miss gawar......jis haridwaar se aai ho wahan waaapis kyon nahin chali gaati.....wahan tumhare jaise aur bhi bohat gawar hoon ge....i'm sure u'll have plenty of company there"
"Gawar?" said she, " do u even know what gawar means, manthan? in my eyes, i really pity you.......the only thing u're surviving on is your dad's and not your's.......your base of arrogance is ur father's wealth......if it wasn't for ur father, u'd be nothing, manthan! your pride, your snobbishness, your money, your everything would be reduced to ashes......I dwell on my own dignity, but YOU manthan, YOU dwell on someone else's work and charity.........have u ever done anything yourself? no, right? so don't u think that makes YOU an even more pitifull "gawar" than me?"
saying this, she turned to leave......she was looking at him straight in the eye.........he couldn't grasp what he hated more, her words or her guts.......if he could, he would teach her a lesson right there and then.......
he was on the brink of giving her a retort to such an insult, when her feet suddenly hit the table.........acting on first instinct, he spread out his arms and held her before she fell on the floor.......
they both turned silent.......this sudden act baffled both of them equally........he was looking at her with a confused expression, and she was looking at him in absolute disbelief.......they stayed like this for a moment, neither knowing what to say or do next........
he could feel her dark, long hair gently caressing his arms as she moved uneasily in his hold.......he noticed, for the first time, how beautifully her glowing face depicted her discomfort........she was still looking him straight in the eye, their faces a few inches from each others........her gaze seemed to penetrate through his features and senses, leaving him more perplexed than ever........
as she shifted uncomfortably in his arms, he suddenly snapped back to reality........."what the heck was he doing holding her like this? this was someone he hated from the bottom of his heart! had he lost his mind?"
fully aware of the situation in hand, he suddenly let go of her.......in an instant, she landed on the floor, and sat there in pain, holding her feet and ankle........she looked up at him, and frowning said, "what the heck do u think you're doing?"
smiling maliciously, he retorted, " now 'this' is where all the gawars should be.....on the floor, like you."
saying this, he left, but before he quit the room, he glanced back once.......she was still sitting there on the floor, unable to walk, and holding on to her foot....and her face was smothered with signs of pain.....
for some reason which he couldn't fathom to imagine, he left without feeling any pleasure at what he had done........he tried feeling satisfied but couldn't understand why he was feeling so uneasy......he met bhumi on his way to his room, and even related how KT had fallen on the floor....bhumi grinned at this and gave him a thumbs-up.....
Bhumi: "if u keep up with this, she's soon going to out of the house....thankfully"
Manthan: "don't fret sis......i'll make sure that DOES happen......she's going to regret having put her foot in MY house"
bhumi smiled at her brother and left.......manthan went up to his room, and closed the door......
even though he had sounded so confident infront of bhumi, he didn't feel that sure about himself anymore......had what KT said really affected him that much? her words seemed to have penetrated his heart......his whole life was like a mirror to her.....it seemed like she really really knew him........and her gaze, her gaze and pierced through his senses like a bolt of lightening......but the thing that bothered him the most was that he couldn't didn't understand, he couldn't explain why he had held her like that, but the fact was that he had.......
he spent the rest of the night pacing up and down his room, trying to rid his memory of that bygone moment, only to discover that it was impossible for him to forget what had happened.
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hope u guys liked it, especially all u manthan fans! hoping all those who DON'T like him would start to like him soon!
do post comments plzzzz! its always encouraging to read those for a writer.....thanks and take care!
Soha
next part: manthan tries to make up for yesterday's 'stupidity'......another confrontation between KT and manthan.......and also, manthan sees KT and laksh together......