Literary Comparisons
"Have you no manners at all, Kiya Gujral?! Really, what do you think of yourself? Insulting people like this...what pleasure does it give you, huh? Do you really think you are so important, Kiya? Do you really think you are so good and great? But believe me when I say this, you have nothing but scorn in you. Scorn and disdain."
True that, she thought to herself as she watched him turn and walk away, anger emanating from him. She was Lady Disdain, after all. And though unlike the original Lady Disdain, she was unable to retort back, but just like her, she was in love with the one whom she deemed worthy enough of being called Signior Mountanto. Her Signior Mountanto. KD.
If only he requited her love like Benedick did Beatrice's. Sigh.
***
"I still love you KD..."
As she looked into his eyes to try and discern his reaction, memories flashed in front of her eyes. Memories of her life...no, their lives, intertwined as they were...and she reached a conclusion. That her love story was pretty similar to one which would remain her eternal favourite...The love story of Elizabeth Bennet and Fitzwilliam Darcy. The only difference was that she seemed to be playing Mr. Darcy's character...with a few minor changes here and there, but mostly both were pretty similar...the greatest of the similarities being that she had confessed first, albeit drunkenly.
But no amount of liquor could erase the harsh words of rejection that a sober and annoyed KD had rained upon her...and the accompanying pain which she had felt amidst the downpour. After crying her eyes out for a day, she determined that she would get KD back, come what may. And so had begun her journey towards redeeming herself...in KD's eyes...and here they were now.
She couldn't fathom what he was thinking. His eyes, always the gateway to his emotions, were blank. He opened his mouth to speak and her eyes squeezed shut on their own accord in anticipation of another rejection. Yet no such rejection came and instead she felt arms wrapped around her form and opened her eyes against KD's chest. "I love you too..."
The words echoed in her mind as she felt his arms tighten around her and among the echoes, only one thought remained...That there was a love story better than Elizabeth and Darcy's...Mine.
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I hate him, she thought as she turned her back towards his own. They had been arguing again, but this time, it wasn't one of their usual banters. It was a fight. One where Kiya was solely at fault, and yet refused to admit it and so put the whole blame on KD. The last thought in her head as she was pulled into the land of sleep was of how much hatred she had for KD...
She ran, calling out to him to stop. But he didn't seem to hear her as he kept on walking ahead. She tried to increase her speed, still imploring him to stop. Stop he did then, and she ran and hugged him from behind. She sobbed, telling him what a brute he was and asking him how he dared to try and leave her. She heard him sigh and let go of him, expecting him to turn and hold her. But he didn't. "I wish I could repay all the hatred and pain that you gave me Kiya," he said and sighed. "But I can't. I love you way too much...just like I always did...even when you accused me of all kinds of things. But no more. I don't want to live like this any more...and I don't want you to suffer because of me either...so I'm going. Goodbye...Kiya..." "KD, no, you can't do this! I do love you KD! Don't leave me! Please KD!" She tried to hold him back and yet he seemed to be slipping away... "No!"
"NO!!!KD!!!" And she woke up, trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks. The very next moment she was pulled into KD's arms as he cradled her head to his chest, letting her sob to her heart's content. She choked out an apology between sobs, telling him to never leave her. He shushed her as he rocked a little, trying to get her to calm down.
Maybe this is exactly what Katniss felt...about Peeta, she thought to herself later as she snuggled closer to KD. 'You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him...' That was what had been told to Katniss who had agreed to it too. And it was true in her own case too. She didn't deserve KD either, she felt...though KD didn't agree to it. According to him, he had hurt her quite a lot...but to her...it all seemed insignificant when she thought of all the pain that she had given him. "KD...?" He shifted his head to look at her, "Hm?" "KD...I don't..." Not again, he thought. He had had enough of Kiya telling him that she didn't deserve him. He was tired of laughing it off all the time. "KD I don't des-" So this time, he cut her off with his lips.
One shot No. 11. KiSha one shot No. 6. KiSha one shot from Kiya's perspective No. 5. I almost forgot, more of my absolute bullshit. This, I believe is how I see KiSha.
I seem to forever be writing from Kiya's perspective...but I thought about it...and I came to this conclusion that I have a reason for what I do. It being that KD's feelings are a fact...whereas Kiya hasn't even realized KD's true worth right now...forget about loving him. Sigh.
Anyway, to fully understand this, atleast some bit of information was required about the couples...all three of which happen to be my favourites: Benedick-Beactrice, Elizabeth-Darcy and Katniss-Peeta. But koi nai...I hope this OS was non-ambiguous enough to have been understood and maybe, hopefully enjoyed without having knowledge of what I was referring to...if that was the case by any chance. I won't call this one of my best works...but its happens to be a personal favourite...
Shweta, my birthday-girl, I hope atleast you liked this. Sorry for the late wishes...humare Net ne humein dhoka de diya tha...Wish you a great year ahead! And eternal happiness!
By the way, all those who have PMed me about their works or updates...forgive me. I'll be able to comment only later. Be sure that I will comment, though. Its just...I'm not really in the state to read and comment...because then I would not be able to do justice to your works. Please try and understand. I'm pretty frustrated right now. Class 11 is seriously getting to me! Horrible class with horrible people! Majority of them I mean...and I'm so bunking tomorrow! then maybe I'll be able to comment. Sigh.
That will be all today, people. If by any chance you know some way which will help me keep my mouth shut, do tell me. Seeing as my A/N's just seem to be becoming longer every time, I seriously need it!
Indebted,
Mugs.
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