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@shravvsss, omg that was soo touchy!. The songs where brilliantly incorporated, infact they were telling the story! beautiful. very emotional 😊
@shravvsss, omg that was soo touchy!. The songs where brilliantly incorporated, infact they were telling the story! beautiful. very emotional 😊
arey not at all re! Everybody i believe has written one of their best stories on this thread 😃
arey not at all re! Everybody i believe has written one of their best stories on this thread 😃
Well done you! 👏
En(Un)tangled Tale of Love
Song: Darmiyan (Jodi Breakers)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBMj-I6qleY
Sunday Morning (???), 11:59 am
Raman Kumar Bhalla, the heartthrob of Indian Television, slept face down on his King Size bed (After all Live life, King size is the motto of his life). He was indeed having a sound sleep for there was no sound round except for the faint noise of his even breathing.
No sound! Yes, no sound!
No sound from the Alarm clock!
Alarm clock??? What is that? He would ask. For RKB needs no alarm clock.
So does he wake up without an alarm?
Well kind of! Coz the job of the alarm clock was done by a PHONE CALL.
What Phone Call? Has he assigned someone to make a phone call to wake him up?
Not exactly! But ermmm...you will soon find out...
The not-so huge figure on the huge bed started moving slowly: left leg first, then the right, left arm next followed by the right. The eyes then opened only half too lazy to open them fully, closed them back again, re-thought and opened them half again, closing them back deciding to sleep some more.
16 minutes later, he was found sitting on the bed lazily stretching his arms and then rubbing his face, he glanced at the huge clock right opposite his bed. 12:15 it said.
12:15?
You think he panicked and rushed to the washroom? Well nothing of that sort happened. Rather he smiled his full smile.
No call times!
Call times were literally a CALL time for him as he woke up every morning when he would get a CALL from the sets saying "Sir it's your Call time. When will you reach?" (Now you know why he has no alarm clocks right!)
No early morning calls, No late night shoots, No outdoors in burning heat, No restrictions on smoking and drinking. That's what he called a perfect Sunday.
His smile grew wider on realizing that this was going to be his everyday routine until he signs his next project.
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This is the type of life he had imagined post the longest and most successful show of his career till date.
But here...
Saturday(???) Night, 11:59 pm
Raman Kumar Bhalla, the heartthrob of Indian Television, is restlessly lying on his King Size bed. He is indeed having no sound sleep although there was no sound around except the loud thudding of his heart.
Saturday night, 11:59 pm, is not his usual time to go to bed. Even with his busy and tiring schedule during the show, he made sure to party harder. It was kinda Shanivar ratri humein neend nahi athi.
Today too it was kinda Shanivar ratri humein neend nahi athi but for a different reason altogether.
His friends were all partying tonight but he wasn't interested.
RKB not interested in partying? That came as a shocker to all his friends.
Why? Why? Why? Asked everyone.
Not feeling quite well, need rest he texted one of them and switched off his phone not wanting to answer any more questions.
RKB not interested in partying? That came as a shocker to him as well.
Why? Why? Why? He asked himself.
Not feeling quite well, need rest he could not tell that to himself coz he knew that was not the reason.
He was restless, restless for some reason which he could not fathom.
A feeling of having lost something or missing something terribly surrounded him but what he could not place his finger at.
16 minutes later, he was found sitting on the bed rubbing his face and clamping his mouth, he glanced at the huge clock right opposite his bed. 12:15 it said.
12:15?
She must be fast asleep he thought.
She...Why am I thinking about her?
Is she the reason why I am unable to sleep?
Am I missing her?
But why?
With those entangled questions in mind, he thought about the entangled equation they shared.
They were not friends, not foes either.
They were not the ones who spoke for hours, nor did they text each other frequently.
They did not hug when they met, never did they kiss faire la bise(cheek to cheek) while departing.
They were alike in no way, nor did they have similar likes and choices.
But something kept them bound, something that was serene.
Something he could not name, something he could not define.
Lafzon se jo tha pare
Khaali pann ko jo bhare
Kuch toh tha tere mere
Darmiyaan
Their relation was cordial and strictly professional. They spoke and met only on the sets. If they met outside, it was just a co-incidence. Now that they the show that brought them together had ended, he wondered if it marked the end of their relationship too.
Rishte ko kya mod doon
Naata yeh ab tod doon
Ya phir yunhi chodh doon
Darmiyaan
If it was strictly professional relation they shared, then why was he feeling so restless tonight. The restlessness told him that it was not a strictly professional relation with her, yet he did not know what to call it.
Benaam rishta woh, bechain karta jo
Ho na sake jo beyaan
Darmiyaan
Darmiyaan Darmiyaan Darmiyaan Darmiyaan
Kuch toh tha tere mere darmiyaan
Kuch toh tha tere mere darmiyaan
Unable to get rid of the unshakeable feeling of loneliness and failed umpteenth attempts of getting a moment's sleep, he opened safari on his Mac Book and as if in an auto-mode his fingers tapped the following letters on the keypad I-S-H-I-T-A-space-I-Y-E-R-enter
In the news
Ishita Iyer and Raman Kumar Bhalla's beautiful journey of Yeh Hai Mohabbatein comes to an end
That was the recent and most popular news on the list. Many more followed but he ignored the others and skipped to the images section.
Every picture was versatile in every sense may it be the dress, the hairdo, the make-up etc but the smile and the innocence remained intact. It would not be wrong to say that he had never seen a face as beautiful as hers and as pure as hers. Was it the purity of her soul that made her look beautiful or vice-versa?
Although he closed the images window, her image remained etched in his eyes just like her memories stayed in his mind.
Aankhon mein tere saaye
Chahoon to ho na paaye
Yaadon se teri faasla...haye
He now scrolled on to the web searches which had the Wikipedia, Facebook, Instagram and Twitter details on top. He opened each of the link in a new tab.
Reading through every detail of hers on wiki, checking every post on FB, watching every update on Insta and reading every tweet on twitter, he was amazed at how much he wished to have her near him right at this moment although he knew she was not going to be anywhere around.
Jaake bhi tu na jaaye
Thehri tu dil mein haaye
Hasrat si banke kyun bhala
He glanced back at the clock which said 4:30 am. He was surprised at the fact that he stayed awake so long thinking of her and drooling over her pics. What has she done to him that he could do nothing but think of her!
Kyun yaad karta hoon
Mit-ta hoon banta hoon
Mujhko tu laayi yeh kahaan
He was too tired to untangle the entangled web of emotions that he slowly drifted off to sleep with an image of a smiling Ishita Iyer in his eyes which showed in full screen on his Mac Book.
He woke up startled to the same image, panicking and hurrying not glancing at the clock once, quickly freshening up and grabbing a bite, picking his car key drove to his usual destination of 5 years, the set of his show.
He parked his car outside the gate and stepped out reaching to the gate when he heard the security guard ask him "Sir Aap yahan?" with a surprised look.
He gave him a what's wrong with you look.
"Aapka show to khatam hogaya na sir. Phir aap yahan?"
He mentally smacked and asked himself Why am I even here?
"Kya hua sir? Koi pareshani hai? Aap yahan wo bhi itni jaldi? Show ke time pe to kabhi apko itni jaldi ate nahi dekha sir" the man asked out of concern.
He chuckled and placing a hand on the security guy's shoulder said "Kuch nahi. Bas aise hi chala aya tha"
"Theek hai Sir. Gate khol dun kya? Apko andar jana hai?" he asked politely.
"Nahi rehne do" he said
"Ab waise bhi andar jane ka koi fayda nahi" he added whispering inaudibly.
He turned around walking to his car. The security guy came running behind him and said "Ishita Madam milengi to mera salam bolna sir. Wo roz subah mujhe salam karke jati thi aur jab bhi mujhe pareshan dekhti to Jadu ki jhappi bhi dethi thi" he added proudly.
He gently nodded not sure if he would meet her and be able to convey the man's regards to her for the path they treaded on was no longer seen. He fuelled the car and drove aimlessly on the busy streets of the city having nowhere to go.
Chalte thay jinpe hum-tum
Raaste woh saare hain gum
Ab kaise dhoondein manzilein
He was yet again on his king size bed tonight feeling restless and lonely, struggling to sleep to wake up for yet another lifeless day.
Raatein hain jaise maatam
Aate hain din bhi gumsum
No party, no gatherings could lift up his mood or make him feel better now.
Roothi hain saari mehfilein
Her memories refused to leave his mind and he could not help a lone tear escape his eye.
Itna satao na, yoon yaad aao na
Ban jaaye aansoon hi zubaan
He wiped the tear drop and he went back to his Mac Book to find some solace.
Benaam rishta woh, bechain karta jo
Ho na sake jo beyaan
Darmiyaan
Darmiyaan Darmiyaan Darmiyaan Darmiyaan
Kuch toh tha tere mere darmiyaan
Kuch toh tha tere mere darmiyaan
(Lyrics Translation: http://www.bollymeaning.com/2012/01/kuch-to-tha-tere-mere-darmiyaan-lyrics.html)
--------------------------Forgot to mention--------To be continued------------
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