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Hiya guys! I don't know if you guys have followed me previous OS and FF which I used to post in the IPKKND forum anyway this is my first YHM OS. Let me know what you think of it and whether or not I should write more or just quit, haha. But please don't be a silent reader, at least like or comment! =) But here it goes.
The day had come. She was to leave the Bhalla house for good. All the good times, the memories were to go with her while those who remained in that house were to saviour those moments - the good and the bad. She looked around Raman's room, she walked upto the frames that hung above his bed, photographs of himself. She looked at them, a tear escaped her eyes.
She walked around the room, there was a family photo of them three - Raman, Ishita and Ruhi. Ruhi, the one which binded and completed both Raman and Ishita. Another tear rolled down her damp cheeks. Oh how she wanted to scream. She wanted to stay in this very house and create more new memories, but that was it. Her time had come.
She took down her luggage, and began packing her sarees, her jewellery, her sandals, everything that had belonged to her. The entire household gave her some space. They couldn't face her especially Raman. His heart was breaking, he couldn't comprehend his love for her. How much she had meant to him. He had thought about all those times where he had heart her, broke her fragile heart but still she had loved him. Craved his love in fact. He kept having flashbacks, which would stop him from sleeping. The first time him, Ishita and Ruhi had slept together, Ruhi wanting to hold onto both Raman and her Ishi Maa's hand. The day he had made dosa for Ishita, only to impress Ruhi. The late night journey to the icecream cart. He chuckled but soon his chuckles and smiles would turn into tears. Nobody could say anything to make Raman feel better. He was losing her to another man. Yes, a man who would love her equally or maybe more but in no time she would be with him. She had finally found love and he had supported her. She deserved his support.
The day had come, her wedding day. Raman promised to himself that he wouldn't cry. Mihir came upto him, no words were spoken at first. Just a gentle nod was exchanged but Mihir couldn't help himself and hugged Raman. Raman did not utter a single word but instead made his way to the hotel.
She was wearing her bridal attire, her beautiful saree which caught the eye of every single woman in her hotel room. Her makeup was done to perfection, she looked flawless. Her mother came and presented her with her jewellery. She explained how her father had given these to her on the night of their first anniversary seeing as their wedding was rushed and that romantic gestures were not her father's "thing". Mother and daughter giggled before exchanging a hug. Raman looked at them from outside the room. How he wished he had the guts to walk upto her and hug her. How easy it was for her mother to hug her, he wished.
The groom had arrived on his big white horse . Raman wanted to be the first person to meet and greet him. He built up the courage to do so, the courage he lacked a few odd moments ago. Mihir gave him a pat on his back and he walked towards the grand entrance. He felt numb, but he still continued.
It was time. The groom had made his way to the alter, and soon the bride followed with her mother by her side. The bride was careful not to catch Raman's eye or else she wouldn't be able to go ahead with this marriage but little did she know, Raman was craving for just one look. Both the bride and groom were seated at the alter and the rituals began. The mother left her daughter and walked away. She ended up next to Raman, but they avoided eye contact.
The rituals were completed, flowers were thrown and garlands had been worn. She was married. A big piece of Raman had died. The bride and groom had made their way to the elders, seeking their blessing. The bride had held onto the groom's hand, again Raman had a flash back of the times where she too had held his hand. He smiled. The bride led the groom towards Raman. They were coming for his blessing. He would give it to them without any hesitation. They kneeled down to touch his feet but he stopped them half way, "Ruhi, you will always be my princess" and he hugged her followed by a kiss on her forehead. Ruhi, the bride had repeated the same procedure on her mother, her Ishi Maa but she too had stopped her halfway and hugged her "Roo, my beautiful baby. You will always be my first born".
Ruhi, unable to speak pulled both Raman and her Ishi Maa together. The three shared a beautiful hug. Ruhi had finally left with her husband. Raman looked at Ishita, and had broke down. She had quickly pulled him towards her and before she could realise he had embraced her. "How will we live without our Ruhi? Our beautiful baby. She was the one who had made me realise how much I love you. She brought us together" cried Raman. Ishita cupped his face "Ravan Kumar, why are you crying? Ruhi will always be in our hearts and anyway, she'll visit us on a regular basis! I know it'll be difficult without our Roo, but we still have each other".
Raman looked at her, he smiled and planted a kiss on her cheeks. "Raman! What are you doing? There are so many people about! And have you no shame? We're old now!"
"Jhansi Ki Rani, you'll never change! Always ruining a romantic moment! But who cares if we're old? The flame is still bright! And I will prove that tonight!" winked Raman, "actually coming to think of it, we'll be spending a lot of time with each other!".
Ishita blushed and hugged Raman.
Pleaseee let me know what you think of it and whether I should write more?
The day had come. She was to leave the Bhalla house for good. All the good times, the memories were to go with her while those who remained in that house were to saviour those moments - the good and the bad. She looked around Raman's room, she walked upto the frames that hung above his bed, photographs of himself. She looked at them, a tear escaped her eyes.
She walked around the room, there was a family photo of them three - Raman, Ishita and Ruhi. Ruhi, the one which binded and completed both Raman and Ishita. Another tear rolled down her damp cheeks. Oh how she wanted to scream. She wanted to stay in this very house and create more new memories, but that was it. Her time had come.
She took down her luggage, and began packing her sarees, her jewellery, her sandals, everything that had belonged to her. The entire household gave her some space. They couldn't face her especially Raman. His heart was breaking, he couldn't comprehend his love for her. How much she had meant to him. He had thought about all those times where he had heart her, broke her fragile heart but still she had loved him. Craved his love in fact. He kept having flashbacks, which would stop him from sleeping. The first time him, Ishita and Ruhi had slept together, Ruhi wanting to hold onto both Raman and her Ishi Maa's hand. The day he had made dosa for Ishita, only to impress Ruhi. The late night journey to the icecream cart. He chuckled but soon his chuckles and smiles would turn into tears. Nobody could say anything to make Raman feel better. He was losing her to another man. Yes, a man who would love her equally or maybe more but in no time she would be with him. She had finally found love and he had supported her. She deserved his support.
The day had come, her wedding day. Raman promised to himself that he wouldn't cry. Mihir came upto him, no words were spoken at first. Just a gentle nod was exchanged but Mihir couldn't help himself and hugged Raman. Raman did not utter a single word but instead made his way to the hotel.
She was wearing her bridal attire, her beautiful saree which caught the eye of every single woman in her hotel room. Her makeup was done to perfection, she looked flawless. Her mother came and presented her with her jewellery. She explained how her father had given these to her on the night of their first anniversary seeing as their wedding was rushed and that romantic gestures were not her father's "thing". Mother and daughter giggled before exchanging a hug. Raman looked at them from outside the room. How he wished he had the guts to walk upto her and hug her. How easy it was for her mother to hug her, he wished.
The groom had arrived on his big white horse . Raman wanted to be the first person to meet and greet him. He built up the courage to do so, the courage he lacked a few odd moments ago. Mihir gave him a pat on his back and he walked towards the grand entrance. He felt numb, but he still continued.
It was time. The groom had made his way to the alter, and soon the bride followed with her mother by her side. The bride was careful not to catch Raman's eye or else she wouldn't be able to go ahead with this marriage but little did she know, Raman was craving for just one look. Both the bride and groom were seated at the alter and the rituals began. The mother left her daughter and walked away. She ended up next to Raman, but they avoided eye contact.
The rituals were completed, flowers were thrown and garlands had been worn. She was married. A big piece of Raman had died. The bride and groom had made their way to the elders, seeking their blessing. The bride had held onto the groom's hand, again Raman had a flash back of the times where she too had held his hand. He smiled. The bride led the groom towards Raman. They were coming for his blessing. He would give it to them without any hesitation. They kneeled down to touch his feet but he stopped them half way, "Ruhi, you will always be my princess" and he hugged her followed by a kiss on her forehead. Ruhi, the bride had repeated the same procedure on her mother, her Ishi Maa but she too had stopped her halfway and hugged her "Roo, my beautiful baby. You will always be my first born".
Ruhi, unable to speak pulled both Raman and her Ishi Maa together. The three shared a beautiful hug. Ruhi had finally left with her husband. Raman looked at Ishita, and had broke down. She had quickly pulled him towards her and before she could realise he had embraced her. "How will we live without our Ruhi? Our beautiful baby. She was the one who had made me realise how much I love you. She brought us together" cried Raman. Ishita cupped his face "Ravan Kumar, why are you crying? Ruhi will always be in our hearts and anyway, she'll visit us on a regular basis! I know it'll be difficult without our Roo, but we still have each other".
Raman looked at her, he smiled and planted a kiss on her cheeks. "Raman! What are you doing? There are so many people about! And have you no shame? We're old now!"
"Jhansi Ki Rani, you'll never change! Always ruining a romantic moment! But who cares if we're old? The flame is still bright! And I will prove that tonight!" winked Raman, "actually coming to think of it, we'll be spending a lot of time with each other!".
Ishita blushed and hugged Raman.
Pleaseee let me know what you think of it and whether I should write more?
