There might be already OS/ FF like this, but I wrote it during my exam in middle of night and think its one of my best😆 too much self praise I know.
The thing I hate most about Sadda Haq is the family of Sanyukta, her Mother, Father and mostly, Ankit😡 no I never want this in show, but I love angst stories so yeah., and yes I know title sucks🥱
Caution- If you don't like sad endings back off right now. Major character's death
Why the hell girls leave their phones behind? Wait a minute, why girls are even here in FITE?
He was fuming for a while as Kaustuki's phone was ringing for quite some time now in the mechanical lab, and she was nowhere to be seen. He was torn between his desire to throw it away and go outside, find her and thrash her phone in her palm, but he did'nt do any of it. Instead he threw away the screw driver from his hold, walked toward Kaustuki's desk and picked up the call.
21 missed calls. He rolled his eyes, a part of him thinking if Jiggy had been calling her all this time then he will personally punch his face as soon as he spot him. He pressed the button to check who was calling, and the phone rang again.
Sanyu, the caller ID said. He froze for a while, then rolled his eyes. Maybe she was calling to give one of her ever ready silly excuses. She had not attended any classes today also. He smirked to himself as he thought some mocking sentences in his mind, pressed the answer call and put the phone on his ear.
"Where were you Kaustuki?" as soon as he answered the call SHE said, her voice sounded very different. Something happened to him hearing her voice, it had not happened ever with him, but it happened today.
"I was calling you so much. . ." she carried on and by now he realised why her voice sounded different. She was crying, her voice was choking with each word, "Kaustuki, I am not coming back at all! Today is my wedding, Today! Can you believe it?"
WHAT?!!!!
This was his reply, no, he didn't shout this out to phone. The voice died inside him, much like the earlier mocking replies he had reserved for her. He felt literally someone snatched the ground beneath him, his heart thumping wildly and fighting to come out of the ribcage. He had to put his palm on the corner of desk to support himself.
"They lied to me Kaustuki, Maa, Papa, Bhai. None was sick at home, they called me to set the wedding." She was hysterical, "I am not coming back at all. All is over."
No, no, NO ! It cant be over. He opened his mouth to answer something, when someone called HER, and the line went dead.
"Randhir?" Kaustuki, the owner of the phone, at last entered the room, and was surprised to see he was holding her phone. She was thinking to ask what is he doing with her phone, when shocking the living daylights out of her, he ran past her, banging the door, pushing Jiggy and Sahil away from him. Everyone was shocked, Vidushi rolled her eyes in a bored manner, Parth frowned at his behavior, and Kaustuki cursed him as he also took her phone with him.
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He didn't quite realise how or when he reached HER home, or why he even came here. The main thing was he did, and he was thinking if he should go inside, or not.
Randhir Singh Shekhawat, the ultimate MCP. For past one and half years the soul mission of his life was to push HER away from his life, if he could he would have get her married. Today, the exact thing is happening what he always wanted, but he didn't feel any happiness about it. When her engagement was fixed with some jackass (courtesy to him), he was so happy, and today it was totally opposite. He was at war with his inside, why he is not feeling happy? Why he even came here? He didn't know, but something screamed inside him.
I have to go inside and see her.
This feeling was so powerful, he was already taking several steps to her house, when a car stopped on the entrance of her house, and after a while, several people came out of her house.
One, he recognized, was her brother, Ankit. He looked as evil as ever, and happier than he can ever remember him to be, like it was his wedding not his sister's. Another one was surely her father, beside him it was her mother. She surely got her good looks from her mother, he thought warily, and frowned at himself. Did he really tell her good looking in mind?
Then he saw her, and his breath got stuck in throat.
He knew her from past one and a half years, from the moment they both had crossed each other's path in FITE. He had seen her getting drunk on their fresher's night, he had seen her smiling to him like a idiot on Holi, he had even helped her to wear a saree during valentine's day. He was bowled over when she had dressed in salwar kamiz, just to please him, or when she was in her grooming classes, looking so beautiful. He had seen her in almost every way, but he had not imagined her looking this much beautiful, ever!
She was wearing some very expensive and heavy looking wedding dress, looking absolutely breath taking. The lovely red color on her cheek was complimenting her in every way, and those hair lock on her face adding more to her beauty. None should look this much beautiful, it should be illegal.
When he was finally over admiring her from far, he saw her eyes. They were red and puffy, filled with sadness. Of course, she was not happy.
He opened his mouth to call out for her, but no voice came out. He really should do something, he thought frantically. To hell with his earlier determination to see her getting married, she can't go. She.Just.Cant.Go.
There must be a telepathic connection between these two, because when SHE was about to get inside the car, her eyes fell on him. There was no anger in her eyes, it was plain emptiness. She had given up, finally, and Randhir could not remember if she had ever given up on anything.
This was not right. Sanyukta Agarwal dont ever give up. She didn't give up when she had to bear his idiotic commands, she didn't give up when she had to juggle grooming classes and FITE. She had not given up when they could not find out the meaning behind Vardhan sir's poems. She was a fighter, she screams, she protest, she make her way through things, but she never gives up. Never.
But she had now. Maybe she had finally reached her breaking point.
And it tore his heart. His eyes filled with sudden tears, and something happened in his stomach.
She tore away her gaze from him and silently sat inside the car. Her mother give her look of pity, her father looked determined and her brother looked ever so happy, but she was neither happy or sad. she was plain numb, she had given up, she had left everything up to her destiny now.
Destiny had some other plans for these two.
He didn't quite see what happened in front of him. The car had started to move, it was some 200 metre away from him, and then all he can remember that some other vehicle hit it from front and the car rolled on the street several times.
Someone banged to him and then he saw many people were running toward the car. they were helping the passengers to come out of the car, and he ran too, like someone close to him was involved in the accident. Those people were successful to bring out Ankit and Her mother, but all he cared if SHE was out or not. He and some others dragged her from under the car, and all air left his lungs.
She was dead.
She was dead, there was no point of mistaking. She was not breathing, there was no pulse in her wrist, her heart had stopped moving. No last words, no good byes, no last looks. Nothing. She was simply gone.
Her family cried over her body, everyone gave them look of pity, said how unfortunate it was, the bride died on her wedding day. The people didnt know the bride was not interested in this marriage, that her family was forcing her for it. They didnt know this girl was second topper of FITE, that she had a wonderful future ahead of her, a good heart which cared for everyone. They didnt know a thing about her, but they consoled her family. Randhir never felt this sick in his whole life, the anger inside him was bubbling. He was angry with her family for forcing her to this, then to these people who didnt know her, still commenting on her life.
"Now you should be happy, right?" Randhir shouted on top of his lungs, his accusing looks were mostly for HER father and Ankit. Ankit, this asshole who was always so mean to his own sister, and this father who never felt an ounce of proud that his daughter helped him in business and never took any credit for it. SHE used to call HIM MCP, she was wrong. these two were bigger MCPs than him.
Everyone stared at him like he has lost it, HER family looked shocked, then ashamed. He didnt care, he got up from street, not even looking at her face for a last time, and walked away from the accident site. He would want to remember her in her anger, or when she used to smile at others, surely not like this, when her whole body was covered in blood and she had simply given up.
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It was day of her cremation. HER father was crying uncontrollably while holding the fire in his hand, Ankit's face was hard. The FITE group along with Dean and Vardhan sir was there. Kaustuki was clutching tight Jiggy and crying her heart out, the boys blinked through their tears and tried to look strong. He was simply staring at HER body, a part of him thinking this is the real good bye, he wont be able to see her, ever. He didnt realise Vardhan sir was looking at him intently.
It hit him, with a speed of an arrow, that its over. he wont be able to see her face ever, she wont ever talk to him, she wont fight with him, she wont challenge him in every step, because she wont be there. The time will flow, everyone will move on, it will be the year 2020 one day but she wont be able to see it, because she wont be there. He realised another thing too, he was wrong to only blame Ankit and HER Father for her death, he was part of blame game too. He was the one who brought the guy to her house, he helped that jackass to reach her home, he had played a big role so that her wedding get fixed. What would have happened if He didn't help her fianc to reach her home? Maybe she would have been alive.
the realisation hit him hard, and the next moment he was busy throwing up as HER father threw the fire on her pyre and she was burning. She will be in ashes in no time, everyone will cry, then move on, like they are supposed to. The earth will continue to move, but she wont be there.
She is gone.
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None will believe its the same Randhir from FITE 8 years ago.
He was ever so handsome, the specks only adding to his good looks. He looked serious, mature, experienced. He was dressed in suit, not like shirt and jeans like he used to, and it was an Audi R8 he was coming out.
He was back in FITE, after 8 years. Time had flew, but FITE was still the same, the same hustle bustle of students, same PKC vardhan sir and Dean. The same lab, even same Lab assistant (Parth). Everything was same, but not for him.
The students rushed to him, greeting him with flowers and bouquets, some shook hands with him. He nodded to them all, and then He saw Dean PKC and Vardhan sir coming to him. they talked for a while, and someone announced Renuka Sanyal was finally there.
He along with Renuka Sanyal was here to inaugurate the new FITE campus, only for girls. Who can imagine the Randhir who once was so against the idea of girls studying mechanical engineering, one day will inaugurate only for girls campus, also announce a scholarship on HER name? None can, of course. As He and Renuka Sanyal jointly cut the red ribbon and officially started the newest campus, Vardhan could not help but mutter interesting, very interesting to himself.
He walked around in the new campus, pleased with the work of his team. Finally, his dream became reality, an only for girls engineering campus in the heart of city. Now girls who really want to study engineering dont have to struggle like earlier for seats, and they will get financial help too. Now no Sanyukta have to struggle and face so much hardship for their dreams. He sighed, a small smile on his lips which was so rare.
He stopped in his track as his eyes fell on the wall. This wall was supposed to be kept for student's achievement, but there was already a picture.
Sanyukta Agarwal, YSA winner, 2013
"Thought you will like it." Renuka Sanyal said from behind, but he could not talk. He was having tough time to tear his gaze from her picture. Her smile, the spark in her eyes, He was seeing her after so many years. 8 years, 23 days, 5 hours and 20 minutes to be exact.
"You loved her, didnt you?" Renuka Sanyal asked, and he turned to her in a flash of second, stunned by her comment.
"Of course, you did." She continued, a sad smile on her face, "You made peace with me. You worked with me in my company. You worked so hard for this campus, and you are changed, so much! All because of her, is not it?"
He had not quite understand her words. Yes, he had changed, but not because he loved her. He dont love her, does he?
"Accept it, Beta." she patted his shoulder, ''I know, it will hurt like anything. Still. . ."
She kept her sentence incomplete, and walked away. Her words continued to echo in his ear, and then he again looked at her picture.
Did he? Does he? Will he?
He didnt know, or maybe he dont want to know. He still had difficulty to accept, like all those years ago he had, when she was defending some other guy and arguing with him. Like she had cared so much for another guy and fought with him.
It hurt that time, it hurts now too. Maybe more than ever.
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