Hey folks! Wrote an OS on Sahan. This is along the lines of the story that I wanted and hoped for Sahan. This is slightly inspired by the episode where Angad almost fainted when the Police spoke about Seerat. That was actually one of my favorite scenes of Angad where he showed his vulnerability and the potential human side. I had high hopes for this character. Angad's eyes always housed a melancholy in the initial episodes and later the actor explained that Angad had a backstory..sadly the PH never explored it..again a pity
! Instead, they spoiled Angad's character altogether! Anyway ...here's a quick OS for you guys...Hope you will like it...waiting for your feedback 
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"Thud" Sahiba startled at the sound and looked behind her.
"ANGAD!!!" Sahiba ran to her husband, who had collapsed onto the ground. His hands were trembling, there were beads of sweat on his temple and he was hyperventilating, trying hard to breathe.
Sahiba felt her whole world crashing down. She had never seen her husband weak as such. She never thought she'd see him in such a state. For a moment she couldn't hear the commotion behind her. It was pin-drop silence for her. And in this silence, she could only hear the commotion within her. Her soul cried for help, but her body adamantly stood frozen to the ground. Everything went standstill for a second which felt like eons. And then the alarm bells started ringing frantically, and Sahiba was brought to reality.
"NO...NO..NOOO..Angad...I got to do something...Angad..Angad...pls calm down...take deep breaths...pls help.." Sahiba pleaded to the hotel manager.
"Ma'am ...pls don't worry. The doctor's on the way. This is likely to be a panic attack. Angad sir, pls breathe in as slowly and deeply as possible..." and the manager explained some quick solutions for damage control.
"Yes..yes Angad...plss calm down..."
"Ma'am you will have to calm down first, only then can you help your husband.."
"He's right...I..eghh....have ..to.." thinking so, Sahiba took a deep breath. And with all ferocity and determination, she scooped her rather heavy husband onto her lap. She rubbed his hand, caressed his chest...and whispered in his ear
" Everything is going to be alright Angad. I am here...I am here with you, for you...I'll be there for you ... You are my brave Sardar..."
Heaving and panting, Angad looked into her eyes. He saw assurance in them, a blend of determination, and affection...
"Now, come on Angad....look at me...and breathe in slowly...through your nose.."
Angad looked into the calm amber sea, his home...and slowly breathed...
"Yes..yes..gently Angad...now breathe out slowly through your mouth...yes...yes...you are doing great Angad..." Sahiba in a soft tone encouraged Angad.
"Now again...breathe in Angad...1..2...3..fo oh-oh no problem...now breathe out 1..2..3.."
Slowly and steadily, Sahiba could see Angad's breathing coming back to normal...he was calming down. Angad was slowly returning back to reality.
"Move..move" Sahiba could hear the hotel manager yell. "Ma'am..the doctor's here."
The doctor further proceeded with the process of dealing with the panic attack and in 15 min or so...Angad though tired and weak, had calmed down.
" I'll prescribe some medications for Mr. Brar. Please make sure he takes it for the next two days." the doctor advised Sahiba. Seeing her tensed face, he continued," Don't worry, Mrs. Brar. Yeh sab hotha hein...pls make sure that your husband remains calm and doesn't stress out for the next couple of days...He needs to take good rest, eat his food on time, and get enough sleep."
"Sure, doctor"
"Waise, Mrs. Brar..since your husband has had a history of getting panic attacks, I've prescribed his meds accordingly." the doctor called out as he left.
Sahiba looked at the declining figure of the doctor...in utmost shock and bewilderment. Her heart was sinking into some unknown depths. " Was this tough exterior all a farce...?".
"Ma'am...shall we take your husband to your room"
"Yes, please do," Sahiba instructed as she broke out of her reverie. Fighting back tears Sahiba joined them.
Sahiba, along with the help of the staff brought Angad to the room and laid him on the bed. The staff then left leaving the husband-wife duo alone.
Sahiba looked at Angad..who refused to meet her eyes. But she could see a tear trickling down the corners of his dark beady eyes. She flinched as she saw the sight. Her heart ached. She looked away.
"I'll get some warm water for you. Mujhe pata hein ki tum abhi bhi mujse naraaz ho Angad. But meri haathon se paani toh peena padega" and Sahiba got up to leave when she felt his hand on her wrist.
She looked at him. His tearful eyes showed fear and longing, and it beckoned her to come closer.
Sahiba went closer to Angad and sat next to him. Angad looked at her like a child wanting comfort.
"What is it Angad?" she said softly. " I am here no? I'll be beside you no matter what". She put an arm around him in a reassuring manner.
As if he was longing to hear her utter these words, Angad came closer to her, threw his arms around her waist, and rested his head on her bosom. Sahiba's eyes showed surprise for a second but soon it held concern. She cupped his face.
" Angad....please...tell me what is it? You do not have to go through it alone"
The moment these words left her lips, she felt her husband's body tremble...He hid his face in her dupatta-clad chest and wept.
"Let it out Angad...I know it's the diamond" And tears kept cascading down his hollow cheeks..."Don't worry Angad...the police are investigating the case..."
" Sahiba...uhh...I ..uhhh..failed my..Darji...uhh... All their expectations rest on me Sahiba..uhh....aaaah...ahh...Angad wailed.
"Shhh...shh Angad.."
" Daarji will be upset with me, Sahiba...I handled such an important deal trivially...Darji will have to face the taunts and the malicious questions of people...all because of me Sahiba..all because of me...We ...uhh..uhh...lost ..uhh...50 crores ...How will I face Daarji...our business reputation will be tarnished...
" Angad...no Daarji will not...and if he doesn't...woh thodi din baad maan jayega"
"No Sahiba...I know him too well. He wouldn't forgive me. Remember when you had come to decorate the Paath Room...he was very upset with me for the lackluster decoration that I had orchestrated for it before...He asked me not to show my face until I got a decent artist and got the decorations redone...my heart had broken into a thousand pieces Sahiba...."
Sahiba caressed his arms " That was that one time no, Angad? He might not..."
And Sahiba remembered how Daarji had quit speaking to Angad for days when he had signed the consent form for Sahiba's college admission. He was so furious that he had ordered the servants to not let Angad even near his room. It was not until she and Angad got him out of jail that he started speaking to them.
" No Sahiba... when I was 24...the company had faced losses of some 5 crores or so....my Daarji was broken...and he told me I was not even worthy of being called his grandson...and he cried...I felt as though my existence had no meaning then......meine usko bohot takleef diya..I felt disgusted with myself Sahiba....but meine haar nahi maani...I worked hard...burned the midnight oil...and in a year brought double the profits...that is when my Daarji finally started talking to me...I'll never forget that day...I had felt on top of the world.." said Angad with a dreamy look.
Sahiba looked at Angad. She realized he was slaving away all these years for his Daarji...not for himself. He never wished for any credit, save a glint of satisfaction on his Daarji's face. And he mistook all this for love? Did Angad ever know what is love? Sahiba thought. Has he ever been loved...?
" See, finally you won him back..right Angad? It is just a phase...do not worry...Also, your papa and mumma would have supported you then no? They will stand by you now..."
"Mumma would come now and then ...and ask me not to feel upset...after a day I pretended as if everything was alright...my mumma was going through her own troubles...I did not want to add up to her woes" Angad was feeling calmer now, that he was in her embrace, pouring his heart out.
"Why so?"
"Mumma and papa were always at loggerheads. She was always trying to stop him from drinking. But you know Papa...he didnt quit..and it always ended up in ugly fights..almost every day....Every day I would go upto her, comfort her and stay with her until she took her meds and went to sleep...She has gone through a lot..never ever got a husband's lo..." Angad stopped abruptly and he looked at Sahiba.
" Was there any difference between me and my father ...as husbands?" he thought. The only difference he could find was that he was not a drunkard. He had constantly tortured the woman who was now his support...he claimed to love her...but was she actually loved? Wasn't she also deprived of love? Hasn't she always been? Did he really give the love that he claimed he had for her" guilt shrouded his mind...he fought back his tears.."Thank God...he didn't express this love of his to her...she would have felt trapped ..." he thought to disgusted with himself.
" Tell me, Sahiba..did it pain when your mother gave Seerat more preference...? Did it hurt..."asked Angad as he recollected the events on the first day he met Seerat..his ex-fiance, Sahiba's sister...the woman who brought them to this state today...where they were neither close nor far. He vividly remembered his mother-in-law denying having any relation with Sahiba, her own daughter to marry her Seerat off to a rich household.
" It did. But then you get used to it..and it became easier for me." said Sahiba with melancholic eyes. "In fact, everyone used to give Seerat di more preference , because she was the classier one, the well-dressed, beautiful and graceful sister... We are just a year apart...and was openly compared...but after a while ..you get used to all this...Also I neither has the time to keep all this in mind..I had a house to run..."
" How come they compared you with Seerat?...You are the more bea..."
"Well, isn't it obvious? I possessed neither beauty nor grace. Funny you should ask this.." said Sahiba with a little pout...Weren't you also mesmerised by Seerat di's beauty and put off by my sharp tongue and dressing standards? asked Sahiba smiling at Angad.
Angad hung his head in shame and guilt.
"Purani baath kyun yaad kara rahe ho Sahiba...mitti pao na?"
"Hahaha..no Angad...it's okay. It hadn't affected me then...I used to hate you as well...never affected me...not until..." Sahiba stopped midway.
"Not until?"
She looked at Angad...and he could actually see the hurt and pain now. He never knew he could affect her so. Angad reached for her face and caressed it.
"Tell me Sahiba..."
That touch opened all the bottled up pain in her and Sahiba broke down. Seeing this Angad felt a wave of irremediable sorrow slash through his being. He sat straight and cupped her cheeks...blinking away his own tears..and rested her head on his shoulder...
" not-until?"
"not..until...you-made---me say sorry to her for changing your dress... not -until--you told--she was always right and I was wrong..." Angad could feel a lump in his throat and it ached as he fought back tears of guilt and shame.
Sahiba continued..."not until I saw you proposing her...not until you hid her doings from me....not-until-you--without any second thoughts brought her to my art exhibition ..allowing her wear the gift you gave me....I-I had never felt so insignificant...as I had felt then...so useless...almost like a paper towel...that was the time I doubted my Babaji's meher..." Sahiba burried her face in her hands and wept profusely.
Angad held her in a tight embrace, ..."Shhh..shhh Sahiba...I am sorry..so sorry... and he sobbed along with her. " I can never see Seerat in your place Sahiba..tu meri vohti hein..i.. I was angry Sahiba...angry at you for leaving me without a word or reason...when I had looked forward to living a beautiful life with you...so I got Seerat with me to spite you...but I regretted it the moment I saw your griefstricken face...Sahiba...I never knew that that woman whom I sympathized with as my brother's widow would play such cruel tricks on us....and almost get you killed in the process...but atleast now you know ...I could never cheat on you Sahiba....that vile sister of yours can never take your place in my heart" and Angad began to whimper....his heart was breaking within...with the weight of his guilt.
Sahiba looked up....and wiped the tears of his face..." No..no. Don't Angad...I am sorry...if only I had turned back and told you the reason..." Sahiba wept..."but you should know...though I cursed my fate for throwing me into this unwanted marriage a year before...today I thank Babaji for interwining our fates....I cannot even think of divorcing you Angad...but that day your mother and that woman..my sister..forced me into believing that you wanted to marry her. THey called me shameless to bind you in an unwanted marriage..and not a soul supported me Angad...until Daarji and Bebe interfered....I...I..didn't...but.." Sahiba hugged Angad..."Neither I Angad...I can't imagine anyone in your place...." As Angad reciprocated the embrace...he slowly and wistfully said....
" How I wish our marriage happened the normal way...the beautiful way..." He looked at Sahiba with such longing in his eyes..." How I wish I saw your beauty then as I see it today...I wish you came down the wedding aisle with that radiant smile of yours...and I like the other grooms teared up seeing you in that beautiful wedding lehenga...we would then take Babaji's blessings with the gratitude of having found each other...and..." they both broke the hug and looked into each other's eyes as tears welled up in both the pair.
Angad continued..." Fate has been so cruel to us Sahiba...everyone around us played with our feelings...and finally when we found solace in each other...we were torn apart ...why is all this happening to us Sahiba..." a dejected Angad questioned.
" ...aaah there we go again...totally opposite views!" Sahiba quipped wiping her tears. Mr. ATM...on the contrary I think fate and Babaji has been kind to us. They bound us together. When the world separated us, they brought us together...till a year back..our families got the better of us...we lived for our families...and...now"
" we can live for us...for each other" interjected Angad.
"Yes" whispered Sahiba.
" So...can we start afresh Mrs. Sahiba Kaur Brar...?"
The shy Mrs.Brar looked down for a few seconds and then looked up into her Sardar's eyes and replied " Yes....a thousand times yes..."
"I thought so," said Mr.Brar as he gathered his wife's soft hands and planted a wet kiss on them.
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