To All the Forumwasis.
I know all of us are a bit down regarding the recent news.
So here's something dedicated to the Entire FD.
A small something to relive our SAAKK journey!'
- Niki
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. They belong to the show SAAKK. But I have taken some creative liberty in situations of the show.
Five Times Shaurya Hated Anokhi and the One Time he Didn't!
1
His eyes narrowed at the hand.
That blasted hand was holding Aastha Kashyap’s arm and tugging her towards the gates.
The trip to Gurdaspur was supposed to be a simple programme. Attend as the Chief Guest, smile and appear interested, distribute the trophies and leave. Unfortunately, it appeared that his cards were really short of luck today, for he not only had to bear looking at that woman’s face but also encounter another mosquito that decided on him as her prey.
He was still in a state of disbelief. That tiny girl had dared to cut him when he was speaking and actually lectured him about behaving with the woman who gave birth to him.
He was angry.
No chuck that. He was furious.
Who did she think she was?
And look at the attitude and confidence with which she took Her away and She even followed. That woman who never listened to anyone did not care about anything but herself actually followed what that stupid girl said.
And didn't know who he was? How could she speak to him like he didn’t matter? He was better than her in all aspects. And yet she looked at him as if he was a speck of dirt on her shoe.
Blasted girl!
What was her name again?
Ah, Anokhi!
Stupid, stupid Anokhi. He hated her.
2
He was dumbfounded
“This is a library.”
“I know,” that girl answered pertly, her eyes shining.
Why were her eyes shining again?
“Why are you here?”
“For admission.”
Shaurya gave her a searching look. “Do you think I have a few screws loose? This is a library. This is not the admission section and not a residential hostel either. And you stayed here the entire night? What is wrong with you? It is against rules for students to be inside the campus after hours and –”
“I am not a student yet. So, I don’t come under that rule,” she cut him across again, her eyes flickering with an emotion he could not understand.
His temper, on the other hand, rose up a notch.
“Outsiders are not even allowed inside the library. That’s another rule,” he nearly snarled.
That girl gave him a serious look.
“What about potential prospective students. Is there a rule for them?”
Shaurya stared at her, bemused. What was she on about now?
“Well, you see,” she began rolling her eyes, “I am a prospective student. Not an official student yet and nor am I an outsider. So, I don’t think your rulebook covers me.”
Shaurya frothed, his mind searching for a fitting retort. “Y-You…You..”
“It is ok,” she nodded and patted his shoulders. “You don’t need to say thank you.”
“Say what?” he choked out.
“Thank you of course,” she smiled at him. “For pointing out the loopholes in your rulebook.”
She gave him a bright grin.
He just felt a headache announce its arrival.
He hated her.
3
The news channels were having a field day.
Whichever channel he turned to, had the familiar building splashing across the screen. Social media did not help. His mobile had not even stopped beeping, since yesterday.
And this was all her fault.
She was trouble and she came to cause trouble.
A feeling of disgust rose in him. How could he even feel the slightest bit of sympathy for her? It was clear that she did not deserve it.
She was a player. That was what she was. The way she depicted the scene; it was as if she was the victim of an entire conspiracy. But it was not.
Not with the way she had called the media and made SIAC a spectacle despite the administration notifying her about the internal investigation. She had gone ahead with her plans of bringing a bad name to the institute, and this was all something she had probably planned with her favourite Aastha Ma’am.
He got up angrily, dragging a hand through his hair.
He had been made a pawn in their game. And he got played too.
But she was really scared, a voice spoke from the buried depths of his mind and immediately his thoughts flashed to that night when he had broken her out of the locked classroom and she had clutched him, barely in her senses.
It was all an act, he said to himself, trying his best to imprint it in his mind.
All the while, somewhere in the buried depths of his psyche remained the sensation of her hugging him; embracing him so tightly that his body had moulded itself to welcome her into his warmth.
He closed his eyes as he tried to desperately shove away the feeling of her trembling against him.
She was a troublemaker. He hated her.
4
Something had broken in him.
His heart was thundering loudly as his eyes fixated on the limp body that lay in front of him.
She was bleeding, his mind registered as he slowly caressed her face.
A crippling pain sheared in him, blinding his very thought and identity.
She was wounded and there was nothing he could do.
He had told her; told that stupid emotional fool not to go out during the riots. No one in their right mind would be there. Her Aastha ma’am was definitely not there too. But she would not listen and with her head full of air, she dove back into danger; willingly running to her death.
No, she can not be dead, his mind protested.
Exactly, he told himself and immediately rushed to pick her up in his arms. His fingers clutched her hand and hastily measured her pulse. It was there, faint but there.
Immediately a rush of warmth spread in him. She was still there. Not completely gone. That means there was still time.
He staggered back a few steps as he picked her up, his back protesting at the strain; already having a previous injury tearing at his muscle. Tears of pain welled up in his eyes, but he blinked furiously to get rid of them.
There was no time to think about that now.
The red rose pierced him like a bullet.
Something grew in him, dark and ugly as he tore it up and chucked it into the dustbin.
Darkness slithered into him, slowly spreading its veins across his heart.
He hated her.
5
“So, how much is your score huh?”
The moment these words left him, he felt something churn in him.
But stopping was not his motto and he went on. He watched as her eyes grew wide, registering what exactly he meant. He could see the tears welling up in her eyes but he went on.
He had to hurt her. He wanted her to hurt. Just the way she had hurt him.
For a split second his eyes fell on her full lips as they wobbled and the ugliness reared in him as his mind sent him flashes of that ACP touching her.
“You know I am eligible too. Rich, well settled, single and handsome,” he reached out to tug her towards him. “You can try it on me too.”
From there, things went downhill.
She raged against him, her eyes red and swollen as they cried out her hurt. He did not care. He just wanted her hurt and she was hurting; so, all was good.
Feel it, his mind writhed. Feel my pain and anguish. Now it is yours too. My darkness is now a part of you too. Feel it eating you up from inside, making you do things you would not have otherwise done.
She still looked beautiful, that lone voice in his mind softly put across to him. His ugliness would not have it and it turned to look at her, making eyes land at her lips and slowly to the collarbone that was starkly visible against her kurta. His eyes danced across her heaving chest; the soft swell of her ample breasts as she shouted at him. Almost unconsciously, he wondered how it would feel to touch them.
His eyes drifted to those luscious curves; her tiny waist and her wide hips – perfect for child bearing.
That very moment his illusion shattered and he felt almost imbalanced.
What exactly was he thinking?
He….no! He could not think of her in that way.
No, not her. No way, not her.
His eyes flickered back to her angry visage.
It was all her fault that he was feeling this way. She was to be blamed.
He hated her.
Last
“Are you saying it from your heart?” she asked softly.
“I am,” he answered, his voice hoarse.
And really, he was.
The river below gave a scenic peace to the location as they stood in front of each other.
Shaurya felt exhausted, drained in a manner that he had not felt in his entire life. It was as if he was wrung dry and made to hang in the sun for hours. He had nothing left.
All his ego, his pride, his vanity, his anger; everything had fled away in his race to get her to stay. It had brought him to his knees with nothing in his hands anymore. The person who always had control of every situation had now lost control of himself and it was all because of that one woman in front of him. It was all her fault.
But try as he might, he could not bring forth any hatred for her.
He could not.
Instead, there was a gaping hole inside him, that had sucked in all his emotions. It made him sick. That hole was widening with time as she went farther away from him. He needed her to come back; back to Chandigarh, back to SIAC and back to him so that the hole would be healed.
He needed her to talk to him.
He needed her to listen to him.
He needed her to disagree with him.
He needed her to scold him.
He needed her to argue with him.
He needed her to take care of him.
And then it happened.
She smiled at him, her eyes dancing.
His heart nearly stopped.
Something was spreading inside him. Something soft and light as a comforting warmth vibrated through him. Her smile managed to warm him up and his tattered soul sucked it up like a thirsty man on a desert.
His spirit unfurled and everything fell into place.
It clicked.
No wonder, he had always been affected by her. His actions had always been motivated by this simple need – to get her to smile at him as she smiled at her Aastha madam all those months ago.
An answering smile spread across his lips.
He never really hated her, did he?
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