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Hi guys, this is my first post here. I am not much of a writer but a self proclaimed silent reader. However, the current track royally and officially sucks. The passionate and epic romance of Sanam and Aahil has been tarnished to bits and pieces. I wonder why the CVs always have a drum full of misunderstandings for the love birds but never a ray of trust. They make a joke out of emotions like love, trust and compassion. 😡
Anyway, that's not the focal point of the post.😆 I am here just to vent out my frustration over the current state of SaHil by putting in words a little figment of my imagination. It has been sooo long since a sincere and blissful SaHil scene!😭 And my patience has been tested to the last straw, and I have given up all hopes from the QH team. But nevertheless, no therapy is better than the therapy of writing. So here goes my lame attempt. 😆
A SHIRTLESS ATTEMPT
*This scene is in continution with yesterday's precap. After Rehaan comes and shows Aahil and Billi the expired milk carton, and after inisistence and convincing of Rehaan, Aahil's bulb glows and he realized how unfair he has been to Sanam*
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Aahil walked down the corridor of the mansion, hurrying away from his Ammi's room, stricken with a long due guilt. His Ammi's sudden convulsions and devastating state had made him bid goodbye to his senses, and like every other time, his anger had overpowered all his cognition and he had lashed out on Sanam. Heck, he had sent her to the outhouse.
He loved his Ammi, more than he did himself. But he loved Sanam more then the very idea of love. And she had become his weakness. He was a vulnerable man, and his love for Sanam had made him even more vulnerable. If she could extract the most lovable person out of him, it was only her who could bring out the devil in him as well.
But enough was enough. Enough with his insecurities, his dark past, his Ammi, his vulnerability and his anger. It was high time that he shifted from the receiving end and gave something to his relationship with Sanam. She meant the world to him, and he had to make her feel and believe that. But before that, he had to apologize to his Begum for a long list of things.
Determined, Aahil ran to the outhouse with a grin adorning his face. He stopped outside, breathing heavily, and was about to knock on the door. But before he could, his eyes caught a heartbreaking sight. In the corner of the sparse room was Sanam, his Sanam, crouched in her own arms, crying inconsolably. She was shivering with cold, her lips trembling ruthlessly, and tears running down her cheeks uncontrollably.
Aahil felt something break inside him. This was the woman who had pulled him out of darkness and murk, into a world of light, bliss and love. She had wiped off all the dirt away from his life, and made it a beautiful bed of roses. She was his Sanam, his wife, his love, whom he had promised to love and cherish, always.
But here she was, hurt and broken. And what was the reason behind this? Him.
Aahil's breaths muffled and his eyes stung in pain. He started to turn back, unable to watch her like this. But then he stopped midway.
Enough with the running away, Aahil, he thought. You have created this mess, and you have to sort it out. Man up, and go to her. It's now or never.
With that, Aahil quietly opened the door and walked in the outhouse, approaching Sanam.
With that, Aahil quietly opened the door and walked in the outhouse, approaching Sanam.
She felt the sound of the footsteps, and expecting her sister, looked up. But finding Aahil standing there, a fresh bout of tears found their way. She staggered to stand, taking the support of the window, and watched him silently shed tears. But this time, they did not melt her. His unwavering distrust earlier this day, and his unforgivable words in front of his Ammi were stuck in her mind, as stubborn as a mule. Her tears of pain and hurt turned into bitters sobs of anger and disappointment.
Aahil saw her expression change, and seeing the unmistakable blame and anger for him in her eyes, he felt his knees give away. He quickly walked up to Sanam and held her by the shoulders. "Sanam, I'm sorry. Mujhe maaf kar do, I'm so sorry." He touched his forehead to hers.
But Sanam took a step back, freeing herself from his hold. Aahil's mouth fell open. He saw her look straight, silent tears still running down her cheeks, eyes still fuming in anger, but not a word passed her lips.
"Sanam, please", Aahil said, holding her again. "Maaf mat karo, but say something god dammit", he whispered, desperation heavily laced in his voice. "Daatna hai toh daat do. Biwi ho tum meri, haqq banta hai tumhara."
Sanam's eyes shot up and met Aahil's. "Biwi?" she said, laughing bitterly. "Aap shayad bhool rahe hain, main yahaan sirf ek mulaazim hoon, naukarani." Aahil winced, and began to interject, but Sanam continued, her voice firm. "Mera aap pe koi haqq nahi." With that, she began to walk off.
"Sanam", Aahil whispered angrily, stopping her. He was taken aback by her words, and by the firmness in her voice. But maybe, this is what he deserved.
"Aur haan", Sanam said, as Aahil had held her arm, and his head was bowed down. "Rahi baat daatne ki, toh gussa unpe karte hain jinse humara koi taaluq ho, jinse hum mohabbat karein, jinke hone naa hone se humein farak pade."
Hearing this, Aahil's head sprang up in shock. Seeing the hurt in his eyes, Sanam looked away.
"Tum mujhse se mohabbat nahi karti? Aahil asked, taking a step closer. She nodded in negative, still not meeting his eye.
"Tumhe koi farak nahi padta?", he asked again, and received the same response.
Aahil went closer, now only an inch apart, and spoke against her lips. "Sanam, tumhe farak padta hai", he whispered. Sanam shivered in his hold, but looked up with indifference. "Bikul nahi", she stated, and felt Aahil's hand slip away from her arm.
"Okay", he said, and walked off. Looking at his retreating back, Sanam felt an urge to run back to him. But she stood rooted. Forgiveness could not be demanded, it had to be earned.
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The Next Morning:
Standing in front of the mirror, Aahil had a small smile playing on his lips. Last night, midst the sleepless hours, a naughty, little idea had popped up in his mind.
"Biwi ji", he said to himself. "Mera naam bhi Aahil Raza Ibrahim hai. Kab tak khafa rahogi mujhse." With that, smiling to himself, and ready for his plan, Aahil headed to the outhouse.
"Biwi ji", he said to himself. "Mera naam bhi Aahil Raza Ibrahim hai. Kab tak khafa rahogi mujhse." With that, smiling to himself, and ready for his plan, Aahil headed to the outhouse.
He swiftly opened the door, and looked around, searching for his lady love. He heard the sound of running water from the adjoining room, and smiled triumphantly.
As expected, she is washing clothes right now. Good job, Aahil, he applauded himself.
"Sanam" he said casually, opening the door of the washing area. "I need your help."
Sanam was busy doing her chores when she heard Aahil call out her name, and then open the door. She huffed in annoyance, and turned to look back. But she was met with the most unexpected sight.
In front of her, was standing her shauhar, her husband with whom she had broken off ties last night, the love of her life - Aahil, shirtless.
Her jaw dropped in shock and amazement as she could not take off eyes from the beautifully sculpted body in front of her.
What a pity we are fighting, she thought, still studying his breathtaking abs. Tiny water droplets adorned his chest, trickling down and disappearing somewhere in his khaki tracks. Sanam blinked profusely, but miraculously the Greek god did not vanish, and so she kept ogling.
Aahil was grinning and basking in the bliss of his victory. It was working, but this was only the beginning. However, even he took a moment to adore his beautiful wife. She was clad in a white patiala and a light blue kurta- just the way she used to dress before their nikah, just the way for which he had fallen head over heels. Her duppatta was hanging right behind him on a rod, and it's absence revealed to him the hollow of her neck, to where the water from the side of her face slid, and further tricked down to places he should not be thinking about. Her hair was tied up in a bun, giving way the dreamy eyes of Aahil to watch her pear shaped bare back.
Focus, Aahil, focus, he told himself, and walked up to her.
Focus, Aahil, focus, he told himself, and walked up to her.
Sanam stiffened as she saw Aahil walk up to her. She didn't move an inch as he sat down beside her on his knee, her eyes closing involuntarily. Aahil smiled, looking at her quivering lips. He leaned in, and whispered in a deep, husky voice. "Sanam, open your eyes."
Sanam eyes flew open as she felt his breath against her face. His cologne intoxicated her, and she lost herself as soon as their eyes met. She saw in them regret and desperation, while Aahil was content to see calm and innocence back in his Sanam's beautiful eyes.
But very soon, she stood up abruptly, breaking her and Aahil's trace. She was back. "Yeh kya badtameezi hai, Aahil?" she spat angrily, as Aahil to stood up. "Aap iss tarah se kyun aaye hain yahaan?"
"Tch, Sanam", Aahil said, advancing towards her. "Mera shirt", he said, holding up the white shirt and showing it to her. "See, ketchup. Breakfast karte hue gir gaya, clumsy me", he said casually. "Wash it for me?" he said, raising an eyebrow at her.
Sanam very reluctantly reached out for the shirt and held it, but he playfully pulled it back. Sanam shot at him her questioning pair of eyes, at which he winked. "Kya chahtein hain aap?" she said annoyed, though her voice dropped decibel by decibel as he walked towards her, both of them still holding the shirt.
Sanam was pinned to the wall with Aahil against her, his bare feet touching her shivering toes. "You know what I want", Aahil whispered, wiping off the water from her neck from the pad of his thumb.
Sanam felt his bare body against her heaving chest, and crawled back her toes in nervousness. As Aahil moved his thumb to the cut of her face slowly, Sanam spoke with effort. "Nahi pata."
Aahil moved closer and strangled the air between the two of them. He stroked the side of her cheek with the back of his fingers as Sanam closed her eyes. Aahil leaned in has face near her shoulder blade, breathing at her bare nape. "You."
Sanam felt the ground below her slip off, and despite herself, her free hand flew to Aahil's head, and she dug her nails into his hair, as if she was falling off from a cliff and this was the only thing she could hold on to.
As Aahil felt Sanam pull his hair, he forgot all about his plan to tease her and bent down further to kiss her nape. He felt Sanam stiffen suddenly, and make an attempt to move away, but he let go of the shirt and roughly held her by the waist, pulling her into his chest. He tilted his head, his hot breath against her heavy breathing. But before he could close the haunting distance, Sanam pushed him away with all her strength. He stumbled back, and quickly regained composure, his plan coming back to him.
Sanam merely spared him a glare and went back to sit down and quickly wash the shirt, and get done and over with this torture.
Focus, Aahil whispered to himself and followed suit.
He knelt down beside her, as she vigorously rubbed a piece of wet cloth over the shirt, taking out all the anger of the owner's share on the poor, lifeless shirt. Aahil laughed softly, seeing her animated expressions.
"Carefully, Sanam", he said. "That's one expensive shirt", he remarked. Sanam stared at him in contempt, and he gave back a smoldering smile. "Sweetheart, pyaar se karo naa. Like this", he said, and put forward his hand on top of Sanam's. She immediately tried to pull it back, but he held it back with a soft, compelling force. With her face just centimeters apart, Aahil blew away the strand of hair that fell on her face. She recoiled at a little at the touch of his breath, and was successfully distracted by Aahil.
He smoothly reached out for the bucket of water from the other hand, and gave it a slight pull, and caused it to topple to the floor. At the very same moment, he gave Sanam a slight push on the waist, and as she was sitting on her toes, it effortlessly made her slip into the pool of water, with Aahil on top of her, and the shirt fallen off on the wet floor.
"Aaa", Sanam screeched, and pushed away Aahil. Getting up frustrated, she started to brush off the water from her clothes. "Offo", she said, and got busy with drying herself.
But Aahil had other plans. "What did you do Sanam?!" he exclaimed at the top of his voice, causing Sanam to jump in shock, as she looked at him perplexed. But as she followed his gaze, she saw his shirt on the floor, drenched in water. "Now am I supposed to go back home and wear another shirt? Dammit, Sanam. I was already running late for a meeting."
Sanam started to feel guilty now. "Main isse abhi sukha deti hoon", she said meekly.
"Okay", Aahil shrugged. "I'll wait here."
"Hargiz nahi!" was Sanam's quick response. How could she bear the shirtless him for anymore time now? It was already a humongous task to stay away from him. And now if he will be around with that sexy body of his on tax free display, how was the poor woman to keep herself in check?
Aahil smiled stealthily. Just the way I thought, he mused.
"Why?" Aahil asked, enjoying the play of expression on Sanam's face. But Sanam make a quick comeback. "Laazmi nahi yeh Aahil", she said, her voice dripping with an angry sarcasm. "Maalik ka naukaron ke saath, akele mein, tina waqt bitana. Aapko haveli jaana chahye."
Aahil's fist clenched, but he exhaled his anger and spoke calmly. "Okay."
He began to walk off, and then stopped and added. "Waise, in case you want to know, bahaar garden mein Sanam hai. I mean, meri biwi Sanam? Meri chhoti begum. I don't know how she'll react seeing me like this. Anyway, tumhe kya farak padata hai", Aahil said, playing his trump card.
Sanam on the other hand, with her back at Aahil, was perplexed, her jaw hanging open.
He called her Biwi?
His choti begum? My foot.
She cannot see her like this. Bloody hell, no one can!
He, and every sexy part of him, was exclusively for her trained eyes.
NO ONE ELSE.
"Rukiye!" she said, and Aahil heaved a sigh of relief. Sanam turned back, and saw from the window the other Sanam roaming in the garden. "Aap yahin ruk jaayie."
Aahil wanted to do a dance of victory, but resisted with great difficulty. "Nahi Sanam", he said, holding back laughter. "I should go, see you later."
With that, Aahil opened the door. But Sanam sprang in front of him, blocking him from the eyes of anyone but her. She walked ahead, her body touching to Aahil's, and he walked behind in sync. She closed the door behind her, and stood stubbornly. "Maine kahaan naa aap yahhan rukiye", she said, still trying to maintain the indifference in her voice.
Aahil pinned her to the wall. "Kyun? Tumhe to farak nahi padta? Tum toh mujhse mohabbat tak nahi karti? Main jeeyun ya marun..."
"Padta hai Aahil, bohot farak padta hai", she said, her voice cracking. "Magar aapko...aapko koi farak nahi padta. Aapko na mujhse mohabbat hai, na mujhpe aitbaar. Aap toh nafrat karte hain..." Sanam sobbed, and hid her face in Aahil's chest.
His put his one arm around her waist and stroked her hair from the other. Sanam weakly fought against his hold, and against her will. But he pulled her closer, kissed her hair and whispered. "Please, Sanam. I'm sorry. I promise, I love you."
Sanam's resolve broke- it fell to pieces under his hold, melted in his warmth, evaporated in the air of his words and disappeared in the folds of his hug. She hugged him back with fervor, standing up on her toes. She did not know whether she was ready to forgive him or not, she did not care for the loose ends of their relation, she forgot all miseries for the moment, and only savored him, his touch, his love, lest he goes away from her once again. It was now, or never.
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This got much longer than it was intended to 😆
I sincerely hope you guys like it!
Love,
Arushi.
Anupamaa
