Separation Track: Collection of 7 OSes

Hi All,

First and the foremost, thanks to everyone who commented on my earlier SS and OS. Its only because of your comments that I had the inspiration and courage to begin this.


I am planning to write a list of scenarios (with some references to music that I enjoy), which I want to be a part of a longer story. I love the separation track (the one before the leads realise their ISHQ waala Love), because it gives us viewers a chance to see longing and love at the same time; and I am a sucker for 'ehsaas'.

What follows is a list of OSes. The first one is a prologue. (the story in my mind starts off sadly, but I WILLtry to make it happier). I dont yet know how many such scenes I will write, this hasnt been planned 😆

I am dedicating this to: @Indian_isha and @EkPaheli - i feel connected 🤗

Please do let me know if you like this, and if you would like me to continue.


PROLOGUE:

My inspiration for the prologue is "Yeh Kya hua" from Amar Prem...

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It was stormy that night. Raman wondered why there were frequent storms in Delhi nowadays. He sadly thought to himself, "Upar waala deta hai to chappar phaadke deta hai". [When it rains, it pours]

It was exactly such a stormy night, more than a month ago. The night that brought a storm into his peaceful existence. The day that had started with so much promise and happiness, and had ended in darkness. He had just landed from Mumbai, wondering why such a sudden storm. He was eager to get home, to see the 2 women who had completely occupied his mind and heart in the recent past. His daughter: innocence personified, and his wife. He didnt yet know how else to describe Ishita. Yes, she was his wife in front of the whole world. But who was she to him really: the woman who helped him in a difficult time? the woman who gave his child the much needed maternal touch? The woman who filled her heart by helping others? How did one describe someone like her. Raman shaked off that uncomfortable feeling. He hadn't felt anything in six years,and it wasnt going to start now. He confirmed to himself that the only reason he was thinking about Ishita was because of the gratitude he felt for her. For making his life a more bearable. For providing his family stability. For making his daughter feel that she really had a set of parents who put her first. Yes, Ruhi was the reason. Then he smiled. "Who am I kidding, Ishita is the reason I am still in business. She is the reason I still have custody of my daughter. She is the reason my parents are happy. She is the reason I want to leave work and come back home. She is the reason I sleep so peacefully, without the need of alcohol. She is the reason my mornings start with a pleasant feeling. She is the reason my life is not a chore any more".

"Arre bhaiyya, kucch bologe bhi ki nahin??? kahin jaana nahi hai to mera time kharaab mat karo, main doosra customer dhoondta hoon". [oy, talk to me, if you dont want to get anywhere, dont waste my time, I'll look for another customer]Raman dragged himself out of his thoughts when he heard that. He then realised the taxi driver was talking to him... "Oh, haan... sorry bhaiyya, woh sar mein dard ho raha tha", he said, hand instintively on his heart. He gave the taxi driver his address, and then started looking through his phone for his emails. He was back in another world, where work mattered the most.

What awaited him at home was something he never imagined. His life changed. Exactly like the way his day had. From a sunny Mumbai to a stormy Delhi. His won business deal didnt matter any more. The lost look on Ashok's face didnt matter any more. Neither did the regret on Shagun's face. What happened to him that night was something he could never have imagined. That was the first night in a long time that made him feel like he needed a drink. He had promised Ruhi he wouldnt, but if there was ever a day to break promises, this was it. He wanted to get drunk. He wanted to be numb. He wanted to feel nothing. Yes, thats what he wanted; to feel nothing. Life had been so cruel to him. It was like someone was suffocating him with a rag deep down in his mouth, and then dragging the rag out just before he died. Making him think he was alive; just before the rag was stuffed into his mouth again.
The next few hours were surreal. He did not know what to think. For the first time in his life, he wished he was powerless. He wished he was a supporting character in his own movie. He wished no one bore their eyes into him. Not his mother with her tears of sadness. Not his sister with tears of anger. Not Ishita, with tears of disappointment. He did not know what to do, how to react. He knew in his heart that Ishita could never be doubted. But he had been burnt before. "Wasnt this the same room, where I chided my father for being harsh on Shagun? and look where it got me". With that thought in his mind and the blaring SMSes in front of him, he had blurted out, "How does Param know that we dont share any relationship?". He looked at her with surprise, more than accusation. And thats when he knew he had messed up big time. There was no coming back from there. The look in her eyes was not disappointment any more. It was lost hope. And that wasnt something he could rectify, no matter how much power he had.

A thunderstorm brought him back to the present. It had been a few days since he had seen her. In the last month everything had changed. The normalcy that had appeared in the Bhalla household was lost again. Param had fled. Simmi was desolute. Mummyji had retracted, and papaji was just mad at him. He knew he could fix his parents, he may even be able to make Simmi see the truth. But how would he bring Ishita back to him? How would he make her believe that he had trusted her from day one?

SInce that fateful night, he had seen her a few times. But that's all it was. Him seeing her. Nothing else. She looked at him only becuase he was in her line of view, not because she wanted to see him. She looked through him, like he didnt matter any more. Like THEY didnt matter any more. He'd tried to talk to her, apologise to her. She'd curtly replied, "I am talking to you only because Ruhi is watching. I dont want her to think there is anything wrong between us. But between you and me, we are DONE."

When he got off the taxi, he said to himself "WE are not done!'



Links to updates:

OS # 2 : Mera Kucch Saaman
OS # 3 : Mora Saiyyan Mose bole na
OS # 4 : Do Deewane Sheher mein
OS # 5 : Lag Jaa Gale
OS # 6 : Chupp Tum Raho, Chupp Hum Rahein
OS # 7 : Kabhi Neem Neem

Awww this was awesome! :D And I LOVE the song you selected! :) Please do continue soon! I love reading your OS's! :)

Originally posted by: -Garima-

Awww this was awesome! :D And I LOVE the song you selected! :) Please do continue soon! I love reading your OS's! :)

Thank you🤗

I will write as much as I can over the weekend.

lucky...jst read the first part..omg...so intense..!! n the emotions...yes its the same i felt for both in last two epis..!! brilliant start..!!

plz continue soon

Loved it. Keep writing, your style is brilliant, it makes me feel as though I'm really watching this scene play out!

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Interesting .good to see ishu as strong

HI all, back with my second scene... Hope you all like it. And thanks for the wonderful comments on the first one🤗

As the title says, my inspiration for this one is "Mera Kucch Saaman"

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It was a chilly morning. The kind of morning when you wished the alarm never sounded, and you went deeper into sleep. A morning when the blanket was your best friend, the one you needed the most. But Ishita couldnt stay in bed any longer. She had to get up, make sure Ruhi was well fed and dressed up for school. She lazily opened her eyes and smiled at Ruhi's peaceful face. When she let out a yawn and stretched, she realised she was back at her parents. She went through this every morning; waking up with a smile and then losing it when reality pinched her arm. It had been over a month now, and she didnt know if things would get any better for her. This was a feeling she couldnt share with anyone.The only thing she could was to put up a brave face for Ruhi and carry on. She had decided not to go back to the Bhallas as soon as Paramjeet was exposed. No matter how many times Mummyji/Papaji apologised to her. Even Romi and Mihir had tried to talk to her so many times, but she had remained firm. SHe also did not want to face Simmi so soon. Ishita knew that Simmi was heart-broken, shattered. She had lost all faith in human relationships, and stopped believing in herself. And whether it was rational or not, for SImmi, seeing Ishita would only be a constant reminder of the whole fiasco. Simmi needed time to heal, almost as much as she did. So Ishita avoided coming face to face with any Bhalla.

The one person she did not have to avoid was Raman. He was making this easy for her. HE was being so successful in avoiding her that she saw him once a week, or may be twice. The only time she even acknowledged him was when Ruhi was around. Ishita would do anything to protect her daughter's innocence. She wouldnt let Ruhi see the dirty face of the world, the reality where her uncle was a bad man, the reality where her mother was disrespected by her own family. The reality where her parents didnt want to be together in the same room. The child had been through this before, she couldnt take one more set of separated parents. Any whiff of discord, and Ruhi would grow up resenting herself. Thinking that may be she was to blame some how. No, Ishita would never let that happen. In time, after the outer wounds started drying,
she would move back into the Bhalla home and begin her healing process. Not yet though. Everyone needed time.

And with these thoughts, anger came back. Ishita was not an angry person, she had always been successful in resolving all her issues without having to hate anyone. She had a knack of putting herself in the other person's shoes before starting an argument. In the past she had even forgiven Subbu and his mother for breaking off their relationship. They were not wrong, just unfortunate. But her current plight was different. She didnt know who she was mad at. She was never mad at Mummyji/papaji and Simmi. In their own way, they all thought they were doing the right thing. She couldnt have expected them to throw years of relationship away, for a woman who had entered their lives a few months ago. She was first mad at Raman, for letting her walk out. For being so insensitive to her emotions. "It doesnt matter if you believed in me Raman, you didnt show it to me. Even a small sign would have been enough. I would never have left the house. I would have stayed there and worked with you to sort out this mess. I would have tolerated everything that Mummyji and SImmi threw at me. If only I knew that you trusted me. If only you hadn't said those fateful words. Of all the things you could have said, you decided to declare that we dont share a relationship? Was that the time Raman? With those words, you made me think you believed in what Param was saying. You made me think you had no faith in me. Above all, you made me feel that I didnt matter to you, not a wife, not as Ruhi's mother, not even as a human being". She slapped her forehead thinking there was no use going over that night again. It had drained enough of her mental energy. She needed to be cheerful for Ruhi's sake. And why was she angry at him anyway. She had been stupid to think she mattered. "If you have to be mad at someone, be mad at yourself Ishita. You should have known by now that he wasnt going to hold your hand and say, dont leave. You should have known that the strategist in him would always come before the husband in him. Why would he hold your hand, and why would he ask you to stop. He wanted you to look after Ruhi, and you are still doing that. Why does he care if you sleep in a different place?"

She got Ruhi up, and helped her get ready for school. They went to the kitchen. The smell of coffee and the aroma of curry leaves in her Amma's sambar lifted her up every morning. She instinctively smiled, and asked Ruhi "Beta, aaj yahaan idli sambar khaaoge ya bread omelette khaaoge dadi ke paas?" A question she asked Ruhi every morning. She had to let Ruhi decide where she wanted to spend more time. She had Ruhi's custody legally, but she had no right to custody over her daughters feelings. "Ishima, aaj bread omelette khaayenge, chalo na aap bhi please?". Ishita didnt like lying to Ruhi, but this was one truth she couldnt bear to tell the child. Everyone had told Ruhi that Ishita was staying at her Paatti's house because Paatti was feeling lonely, and she needed help around the house. Trisha had left, Mihika was busy. Anyway, there were so many people at the BHalla's, so it was ok if she and her Ishima wanted to stay at the Iyers for some time. To make sure her Paatti wasnt disturbed much, Ruhi hadnt even insisted that her Papa come to the Iyers. "No beta, aapko pata hai na ki Ishima eggs nahin kha sakti. Aap jaao, apna bag bhi leke jaana. Papa aapko school drop kar denge, OK? be a good bacchha today, and I'll see you in the evening" She planted a kiss on Ruhi's forhead. She stood at the door tosee Ruhi go into the BHalla home, and was about to turn around when she saw him.

She couldnt take her eyes off him. The moment she saw him, her anger vapourised, as if it never existed. That feeling was replaced by longing. The feeling to reach out to him, touch him was overwhelming. She hated herself for feeling like this. It looked like he hadnt slept. His eyes were red, tired. Was he hung over? No, he wouldnt dare drink, she thought. He would never break his promise to Ruhi. He definitely hadnt shaved for a few days. The stubble had grown into a beard. She instinctively felt like lecturing him "aap itne bade CEO ho, aur aisi shakal leke office jaaoge?". She didn't.

She hadnt even blinked. He hadn't either. He was looking at her as if he was seeing her for the first time, again. She was looking mesmerising this morning. She had gone back to wearing her salwar suits. He remembered the first lecture he gave him. She was wearing the same clothes then. When she indirectly told him that he needs to take care of his employees, and that an ill child first should be everyone's first priority. Raman couldn't take his eyes off her now. He wanted to talk to her, ask her if she was doing OK. Ask her if she needed any help with Ruhi, if she needed him to buy anything for her school. Tell her he was Sorry, again.

THey broke their stare and looked down when they heard Ruhi giggling. "Ishima, Papa ko dekho na, kitne silly hain. Aap nahin ho to unko samajh mein nahin aata ki kaise ready hona hai office ke liye. Unke shirt pe ek button nahin hai. Ishima, please button lagaa do na" THey looked at each other again. A faint smile on their lips, unshed tears in their eyes.

Very well written.