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Listen to Shakira's Fool.
I was watching the precap when it came on.
The song ties the os together.
This is different,
Sympathy for the devil.
Do comment. It's absolutely okay to tell me you hated it.
This is an Os.
From Vidushi's point of view.
WARNING : A look inside Vidushi's head. Do not get lost there. It's a broken mind.
"Fool"
*Tell me lies*
"I've started to feel differently about you." his face was open and his words did not shake.
At all.
Sign number one.
*slap me on the face*
He leaned in, and I closed my eyes, anticipating something that made my belly flutter.
He stuffed my mouth with his handkerchief.
"I really feel differently about you. I used to dislike you before. Now I simply hate you"
He could have stabbed me and it would have hurt less.
*just improvise
do something
really clever*
Shoved me against a wall and said he'd hurt me if I struggled.
I let him tie me to the chair with a rope, thick rope that cut into my skin.
I let him tie my heart into knots as he locked the door, leaving me helpless and mute.
Without a second glance.
*that'll make me hate
your name forever*
"Tell me who did this to you without hesitation. I will suspend him or her immediatly!" Maya madam's words were a cloudy blur.
All I could hear was his name.
But I couldn't bring myself to say it.
*You might swear
you'd never
touch a lady
well, let me say
you're not too far
from maybe
every day you find
new ways to hurt me*
I lay on one of the sterilized curtained off corners of the hospital wing, drenching the white pillow covers.
Torturing myself with memories.
The first time he rejected me.
His hand on my jaw, calling me fake.
Throwing me against the lab wall and yelling at me.
His words that gave me sleepless nights.
Locking me up to save me, forgetting me.
Grabbing me.
Grabbing me to stop me from troubling people.
Taunting my every comment.
Restricting me.
Confronting me.
Controlling me.
Holding me.
Decieving me.
Breaking me.
*But I can't help it
if I'm just a fool*
"You are already a fool" his words assulted my ears.
Had he been warning me?
*always having my heart
set on you*
Oh god, I'd been stupid.
Him. That was all I wanted.
At any price.
I'd paid it.
And was tossed to the side like scrap material.
*'til the time
you start changing
the rules*
Maya madam left my side the moment Vardhaan Sir and she had lowered me on the hospital bed. It was obvious that she thought I was good for nothing.
She told me to never bother her again if I wished to stay in FITE.
I think she was sickened by my tears and my weakness.
Well atleast she showed some reaction.
Vardhaan Sir told me he'd send someone to check up on me soon.
I just nodded, wanting to disappear.
Something I'd never wanted before.
Before him.
*I'll keep chasing
the soles
of your shoes*
It hurt.
But I went back.
Over and over.
To get my heart stomped on again.
Over and over.
Replaying the memories because that was all I was going to get.
*Fool*
*God resigned from
hearing my old story
every night I'm paying
hell for glory*
It's not just my story.
Poor Vidushi...can't get him to love her back.
Unrequited love.
Millions went through it.
Why had I thought my story would be a fairytale?
*I'm embarrassed but
I'm much more sorry*
I don't even want to...go back.
Good.
Why did I ever have to like him?
He must have told everyone and I'll be the laughing stock.
Why did I love?
If I had the guts to talk to him again,I'd say sorry for loving him.
*All this pain begins
to feel like pleasure*
A harsh grip on my wrists.
His face looming over mine.
Angry.
Furious.
But still handsome.
Still the face of Prince charming that haunts my dreams.
"If you tell anyone what I did or get the dream team into anymore trouble...I'll end you" he whispered.
"P..."
I woke up in cold sweat.
I woke up alone.
*with more tears
you'd make a sea
a desert
salt my wounds
and i'll keep
saying thank you*
Morning was unwelcome.
Almost as unwelcome as me in my dorm room.
Sanyukta attempted a smile, but I couldn't return it.
"I'm sorry, I had no idea Parth..."
I turned around,wanting to get away.
From everthing that was him.
In class, my roommates cornered me.
"Vidushi since you are a part of the dreamteam, you have to work as well" Kaustuki frowned.
"I quit" I turned around, only to smack into a hard wall.
His chest.
"Oh no, you are not quitting." he dared me to contradict his words, his eyes warning me to play along.
Or else.
"I'll stay" the words left my mouth and I was hugged by Sanyukta.
"Thanks." I nodded.
*But I can't help it
if I'm just a fool*
My eyes always followed his movements.
Even after everything.
He was right.
I am a fool.
*always having my heart
set on you*
"Vidushi." Randhir nodded as I passed him.
Was it just me or did he look as awkward as I felt?
*'til the time
you start changing
the rules*
"Vidushi" Randhir called me, not meeting my eyes. It was okay. I could not look at him either.
"We need parts. Can you go get them? I'm busy calling sponsers" Randhir explained.
"Where are they?" I asked.
"Storeroom" Randhir answered.
Par...
"No..sorry" I didn't want to go back there.
It would remind me of...P...
They very thought of his name makes me cry.
Like a baby.
Blinded by my tears.
I hit a stone wall again.
*I'll keep chasing
the soles
of your shoes*
"Watch it!" the walls speaks and I look up to it's stone face
It. Not him.
Him.Not it.
"Come with me" he grabs my arms and drags me .
Back in the direction of my heart's demise.
*Fool*
My limbs turn to spagetti.
So I let him take control.
*But I can't help it
if I'm just a fool*
He puts me on the same chair he tied me up in yesterday.
I shiver as he bolts the door.
My brain tells me to scream
*always having my heart
set on you*
My stupid heart clamps my vocal cords shut.
It tells me to memorise every detail about P..HIM.
And like the fool I am, I listen.
*'til the time
you start changing
the rules*
"Vid..Vidushi" his stone cold voice splinters into a softer tone.
The voice of the boy who first came to fite with a smile on his face and nothing else.
No malice. No hatred. No anger.
Sweet simple Parth.
Who would never have hurt anyone.
Not even me.
*I'll keep chasing
the soles
of your shoes*
"Sanyukta told me what I really did.Playing with you ...shit." his hands moved to my shoulders.
My skin tingled, my heart sang.
My mind cringed.
*Fool
I can't help it baby*
"Don't touch me...P..Kashyup" I spit out, using as much of spite as I can.
Against him? Not much comes out.
*fool
I can't help it baby*
"I was way too harsh" He removes his hands from me.
My brain sighes in relief, my heart screams in protest.
fool!
*I can't help it baby
fool*
"Forgive me? Playing with you like this was too low.Even for the dream team." he sounds sincere.
*I can't help it baby*
"I'm sorry Kashyup. I can't" I manage to push him off me and run to the door, unlocking it.
*Fool*
"No.I'm not letting you go. I'm the fake one.I need to make it up to you" his eyes were lowered. His voice shook.
Sign one.
*I'm a fool*
"Really?" I hated the fact that my tone sounded so happy.
Parth nodded.
"Then leave me alone. I want to forget that you exist, P...Kashyup"
*I'm a fool*
And I walk away from the claustrophobic room.
Leaving my heart behind.
Love? Love is a myth.
A story. For little girls.
That girl in me is dead.
Pa...rth killed her.
I'll never love him again.
Because I never stopped.
Sorry guys.
This is the repetitive precap's doing.
The Sandhirian in me was in the clouds.
The vidarth fan in me was appalled.
But the woman in me was heartbroken,
Vidushi is always the vamp.
Bitch. Stalker. Gold digger.
But does she deserve it truly.
Hate it or like it, please tell me . This is my first attempt at 1st Person point of view
