ONE SHOT#1 : "Broken Rista."
Part 1.
One upon a time......
"main abhira ka dhyaan rakhunga, humesha uske saath rahunga, uski help karunga, woh kabhi akeli nahi hogi"
"Nahi, mujhse vaada karo, tum usse shaadi karoge"
"But...Shaadi?"
"Iss rishte ko naam do Armaan, Bina shaadi ke uske saath rehke usey dunia se kaise bachaoge"
"Par mumma, ye mat bolo na please"
"Mere paas bohot Kam time hai Abhira, Armaan bolo kya tum Abhira se shaadi karoge?"
"Haan Mam, main Abhira se shaadi karunga"
And Ahira embarked upon a journey intricately woven with the threads of fate. Her union with Armaan, a marriage orchestrated by familial decree, unfolded as a tapestry woven in hues of duty but gradually unfurling into an unexpected friendship that danced upon the fringes of unspoken desires.
"Mere dost banoge?"
"Humesha ke liye. Tum life mein kabhi akeli nahi ho. Main humesha tumhare saath hun. Tum padhai Karo independent ho jao, main tumhara saath dunga"
Armaan, a silhouette in the twilight of destiny, stood tethered to the bonds of family, his heart echoing with the strains of a forbidden love once shared with Ruhi.
"Tumne shaadi kar liya...ye mat bhulo ki tumne mujhse vaada Kiya tha ki tum..."
"Maine kisi se pyar nahi Kiya hai, majburi thi meri shaadi karna but meri majburi se pehle toh tumne mere Bhai se shaadi ke liye Haan kahi hai...aur ab tum mere Bhai ki biwi ho"
Unbeknownst to the universe, the younger brother, Rohit, entered into the sacred covenant with Ruhi, only to discover the haunting shadows of an entwined past, shattering the tranquility that once adorned the family home.
"Armaan...kya tum mujhe bhula paoge, aage badh paoge..."
"Haan...main aage badh chuka hum aur tum bhi badho..."
Abhira, an ethereal spirit navigating the labyrinth of familial expectations, found solace in the whispers of the wind and the gentle cadence of her friendship with Armaan.
"Kadhoosmaan, Mujhe laga tha ki tumhari family Udaipur mein rehti hai"
"Toh aur Kahan rehti hai"
"18th century mein....infact...Mujhe laga tha aisi baatein karne wale fossil fuels do sau saal pehle gayab ho chuke hai but nhi wo tumhare Ghar me shift ho gye hai."
"Abhira, tum galti se bhi mature behave mat kar Dena"
However, destiny unfurled its wings with the sudden disappearance of Rohit, leaving the family ensnared in the delicate balance of bonds tested by unforeseen trials.
"All the best bhabhi, aapko zaroorat ho gi"
In the early days of their union, Rohit, blissfully unaware of the history shared between Armaan and Ruhi, embraced the commitment to Ruhi with the hope of building a life together. The tranquility that once adorned their family home, however, began to unravel as the ghosts of forbidden love haunted the corridors. The revelation of Armaan and Ruhi's shared history shook the foundation of his relationship with Ruhi as well as his brother Armaan, leaving Rohit grappling with the echoes of a love that predated his presence.
"Tumne kya kehdiya Rohit ko Abhira, wo Ghar chorke cahala Gaya"
"Maine kuch nahi kaha, kuch nahi Kiya"
"Dadisa, kuch galatfehmi Hui hogi, Abhira ne kuch nahi Kiya hai Rohit ke saath, woh dono toh kaafi ache se"
"Bas karo Armaan, jab se ye ladki aayi hai sab barbaad ho raha hai"
Ruhi, a tempestuous temptress harboring dormant emotions, sought refuge in the shadows cast by envy and loneliness. Her gaze, tainted with bitter longing, became a storm that raged against the blossoming connection between Abhira and Armaan.
"Khaane pe gussa mat nikalo, ye noodles Maine banaya hai, thoda sa khaogi?"
"Wow Armaan, ye toh mumma jaisa banati thi waisa hai"
Yet, undeterred by the tempest, Abhira stood resolute, a beacon of strength amidst the familial tempest.
"Tum sabke liye breakfast banaogi"
"But dadisa mujhe office ke liye late ho jayega"
"Haan toh tum iss Ghar ki Bahu ho, Bahu hone ki responsibility uthao, jab bahar ki uthana hai toh Ghar se shuruwat karo"
"Tum jao Abhira main bana dungi"
"Are you sure Ruhi? But Dadisa ne..."
"Tum yahan ki chinta mat Karo...main sambhal lungi sab yahan"
Ruhi, caught between the tendrils of past and present, struggled with her emotions. The tempest within her, fueled by jealousy and longing, became a turbulent force.
"Where is Abhira, why are you preparing the breakfast Ruhi?"
"Dadisa, actually Abhira ko office jaana zyaada jaruri tha, maine socha ki... main uski help kar deti hun .....and.....phir ....aa ... Abhira ko call aane Lage toh usne mujhse pucha ki main hi sab kar dun aaj ke liye...toh maine mana nahi kiya....so....woh... chali gayi toh... Maine hi breakfast bana Diya"
As Ruhi's manipulations reached their crescendo, familial bonds fractured, and Abhira found herself unjustly blamed for the discord.
"Tum kisi layak nahi ho ladki, tumhe parivar ghar ki importance hi nahi hai, woh toh Ruhi hai Jo kitni samajhdaar hai aur honhaar hai"
"Abhira andar hao"
"Par Armaan, maine..."
"ANDAR JAO ABHIRA."
Part 2.
As the days passed, Abhira, a gentle soul navigating family expectations, found solace in the comforting cadence of Armaan's laughter, a melody that echoed through the quiet corridors of familial duty. Their shared moments, initially painted with the hues of obligation, began to transform into a canvas adorned with the strokes of a growing camaraderie.
"Mujhe bohot important client ke paas jaana hai, out of station, kya tum Ruhi ko uske therapy session ke liye accompany kar sakti ho Aaj ke liye?"
"Ok Armaan, No issues"
"Thank You Abhira"
"Thank You se kaam nahi chalega"
"Toh kya chahiye tumhe?"
"Ek Help..."
"Batao..."
"Mujhe shortlist Kiya Gaya tha ek internship ke liye, agar wo confirm ho jaati hai toh , exams ke baad, mujhe Delhi jaana hoga, uski permission tumhare Ghar waale mujhe shayad"
"But Abhira itni dur kyun..."
"Please please please Armaan, mere armaanao pe dal chawal raita paani kuch mat pher dena please, ye opportunity mere liye bohot bohot imp..."
"Theek hai theek hai stationery ki dukaan...main baat kar lunga Ghar pe, but abhi toh exam pe puri focus karo"
"Puri kya main toh paratha roti sab lagake focus karungi."
"Abhira tum.....bohot..."
"Haan Haan haso mat, pata hai kudarat ka karishma hun main"
"Acha thik hai, chalo main chalta hun late ho raha hai, tum yaad se Ruhi ko"
"Haan Haan don't worry, main Ruhi ko leke jaati hun therapy ke liye."
Ruhi, fueled by emotions left dormant, became a storm of jealousy against Abhira and Armaan's connection. Despite the turmoil, Abhira stood strong, a symbol of resilience in the family's storm.
"Ruhi tum andar jao therapy ke liya, main yahin pe wait rahungi"
"Ok Abhira"
A pivotal moment arose when a coveted internship interview confirmation call clashed with Ruhi's therapy, setting the stage for a confrontation that further strained Abhira's tenuous connection with the family.
Abhria's phone rang.
"Hello...I am from College's Training and Placement Committee..is this Ms. Abhira Sharma Speaking?"
"...Yes..."
"Abhira, Congratulations you are selected for the final interview for the internship at Delhi. Are you available tomorrow, so I can schedule your interview?"
"YEEessss, yes sir, Thank You for the call. I am available for the interview tomorrow."
"Great. Please report to the placement office tomorrow morning."
As Ruhi's actions caused fractures in family bonds, Abhira was unfairly blamed.
"Hello Armaan..."
"Hello?? Abhira...kya hua why are you sounding so tensed? Sab theek hai?
"Armaan Ruhi is missing.?
"What? What happened?
"I brought her to therapy. Wo andar hi thi, but I got phone call from college, toh main bahar aai thi baat karne but ab woh dikh nahi rahi, woh call bhi nahi utha Rahi, doctors says wo chali gayi hai, main kya karun? Ghar Jaa ke dekhu? Aur agar woh wahan nahi Hui toh?"
"Abhira tum....kya bolun main"
"I am sorry Armaan, but maine usey kaha tha ki main yahin wait karungi main kya karun ab?"
"Wait, I will call home and check for her"
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"Hello Armaan"
"Abhira Ruhi ghar pe hai, tum Ghar jaao but shaant rehna wahan sab thoda gussa ho sakte hain"
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"Abhira, Armaan ne tumhe ek kaam Diya tha tum woh bhi nahi kar saki?"
"Nahi Chachisa, main wahin pe thi par..."
"Par kya, Ruhi keh Rahi hai ki woh tumhe dhundi par tum nahi dikhi isliye usey akele aana pada, bechari Ruhi ko tum akela chorke kahan chali gayi thi?"
"Mummy ji, woh mujhe college se ek call aa gaya toh main bahar hi thi, pata nahi Ruhi aisa kyun bola ki main dikhi nahi, main toh wahin pe thi"
"Toh kya main jhoot bol rahi hun Abhira"
"Par Ruhi tum wahi rehti na, main aa jati, maine kaha tha ki main wait karungi, tumhe akele Ghar aane ki kya zaroorat thi"
"Tum nahi thi wahan pe kahin nahi thi Abhira, aur main wahan akeli thi toh main Ghar waapis..."
"Arey par main gate ke paas hi thi call pe thi, aur tum koi choti bachi ho jo do minute akeli reh nahi sakti thi, maine kaha bhi tha ki main wahin wait kar.."
"Bas karo ladki"
"Par dadisa aap sab toh mujhpe aise chilla rahe ho jaise ki sirf meri galti hai"
"Nahi galti tumhari kahan meri hai, I am sorry dadi sa, I am sorry mummyji, meri wajah se yahan itni baatein ho gayi, I am Sorry meri galti hai sab"
"Arey Ruhi, beta tum kyun rone lagi, nahi beta hum hai na koi tumhe blame nahi karega yahan"
"Nahin dadisa, Abhira ne kaha ki uski galti nahi hai toh Maine hi shayad galat Kiya hai."
"Nahi Ruhi.."
"Mummyji aap please mujhe mat rokiye, aur main abhi apne Ghar jaana chahti hun"
"Par Ruhi ye tumhara hi toh Ghar hai beta"
"Mummyji mujhe apne BNanu ke paas jaana hai kuch din ke liye, meri therapist ne bhi kaha hai ki mujhe apna environment change karna chahiye"
In the aftermath, Ruhi's departure became a symphony of blame orchestrated against Abhira.
"Armaan..."
"Abhira tum..."
"Maine sahi mein kuch nahi Kiya Armaan, sab mujhpe blame toh aise daalte hai jaise mai khana nahi roz iss family ko harm karne ki kasam khati rehti hun"
With blames orchestrated against Abhira, Armaan, torn between familial expectations and the burgeoning friendship with Abhira, stood at the crossroads of conflicting loyalties.
Months drifted like ephemeral dreams, with the haunting absence of Ruhi casting shadows upon the familial hearth. Just when the scars of irreparable damage seemed etched in the tapestry of their lives, Rohit returned, a harbinger of revelation.
"ROHIT!!!"
"Haan Bhabhi"
"Rohit...tum theek ho? Kahan the tum? Armaan...Armaan ghar pe hi hai...haan......ARMAANN JALDI AAO, ROHIT AA GAYA HAI"
"Arey Bhabhi dheere, aaram se, aap kitna zor se chilaoge sab Darr jayenge, andar chalte Hain, but aap bahar kahan...kahin se aa rahe the ye Jaa rahe th?
"Haan woh college mein kuch kaam tha abhi waapis aayi....but Tum kahan the Rohit sab kitna pareshaan the..."
"I am Sorry Bhabhi aapko akela yahan pe deal karne ke liye chor ke chala Gaya tha main..Meri wajah se aapko kitna.."
"Nahi Rohit, meri baat nahi abhi tum batao Kahan the aur kyun Kiya Aisa?"
"Arey main itne mahina baad lauta hun, meri aarti utaaro"
" Mann toh kar Raha hai tumhari aarti ke pehle tumhari band bajaun, tumne sabko kitna Dara Diya tha..."
"Bhabhi andar chalke bata hun..."
"Rohit...mere bacche"
Everyone overjoyed with Rohit's return,
"Bas baaki sab puch taach baad mein, ab Mera beta waapis ghar aa gaya mujhe aur kuch nahi chahiye"
"Sorry maa, meri wajah se aap sab.."
"Vidya, abhi toh tumhara beta aaya ab humare pyare Rohit ki bahu, Ruhi bhi waapis aa jayegi phir humaara poora parivaar pehle ki taraf saath ho jayega. Humne Manish ji ko bulaya hai Rohit ki waapis aane ki khushkhabri jo deni thi. Humari Bahu bhi aa jayegi ab"
"Nahin dadisa, Rohit ki Bahu nahi aayegi"
"Rohit? Ruhi ab humaari beti jaisi hai..agar tum isliye naraz ho ki woh abhi yahan nahi hai toh hum batadein ki..."
"Dadisa. Please. Meri baat suniye, Acha hai Ruhi yaha nahi hai aur wo ab Meri Wife bhi nahi hogi. Aap ko beti bana hai aap banaiye. Main divorce file karunga"
"Rohit, kya bol Raha hai tu"
"Wahi jo shayad aapko sun ke acha Lage, Armaan Bhai"
"Kya bol Raha hai Rohit"
"Bhai, main Ghar se chala gaya tha but mujhe pata hai ki Ghar pe chal kya Raha tha. Mujhe Bhabhi ka bhi sochna chahiye tha, meri wajah se Abhira bhabhi akele hi"
"Tumhe iss ladki Abhira ka nahi Ruhi ka sochna chahiye Rohit, ye kya baatein kar rahe ho tum. Ruhi humaari Bahu hai"
"Dadisa, please, aapki Bahu Abhira bhabhi bhi hain. Main Ruhi ko divorce de Raha hun. Mera iss rishte se Time Out ho chuka hai. Aur Bhaiya, aap bhabhi ke saath khade toh rehte ho, but agar aap unke liye sahi ke liye Bina Darr ke bologe nahi toh kyun unko baandh ke rakhe kyun ho unko bhi Time out dedo"
"ROHIT"
"Chillaiye mat bhaiya aap"
"Rohit kya bol rahe ho...kya ho Gaya hai tumhe tum Armaan ko aisa kaise"
"Bhabhi, Bhaiya ki taraf se mat boliye, aur aapko iss parivar se jitna sunne ko milta hai uske liye toh main kuch nahi bolunga abhi but Ruhi ki wajah se Armaan bhaiya ki wajah se aapko Jo sunne ko Mila hai and aur jo sunne ko aage milega uske liye main aapse sorry bolta hun."
"Rohit..."
"Ruhi.."
"Ye sab kya ho raha hai..."
"Ruhi ke BNanu, I am sorry aapko hurt hoga but acha hua aap log bhi aa hi gaye.."
And he with a courageous flourish, gave the decree of divorce.
The truth, a tempest subsiding, shook the family to its core, compelling them to confront the consequences of their actions. In the ruins of broken relationships, broken rishtas, lies the friendship between Armaan and Abhira facing the uncertain future.
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Ps. It's a different approach of writing. Hope it's not too difficult to makeout what's happening here. Also, No proofreading done, so kindly excuse the errors.
Oh and Please do review.
Oh and I am very lazy with very less patience, with no inclination towards ITV shows, I just kind of came across and enjoyed watching Abhira on my feed, I wanted to write on Abhira and Armaan but it took long to reach the ending of this One shot and I got tired, so I am leaving it at that point. I am Sorry for leaving it right there and thankful to you for reading till here.
And since I am like the way I am, I will probably not continue this. If anyone can continue, please feel free to do so.
This can be made into Open fan fiction where you(anyone) can continue/just add the chapters. I will add index or make a seperate post in case anyone is interested just let me know.
Ok Bye! xD
Enjoy,
S. 😊
Edited by 17tour - 3 months ago
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