IshRa OneShot : Kuchh Ankahi

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This is based on the track that we managed to get out of. This is basically searching a little logic behind the actions of the character that I could not collect from the show. Not exactly re-writing a scene, but trying to add some elements that can probably help us to digest the utter illogical things that we had to cope with. So, here I've tried to explore probable view-points and emotions behind imprudent activities.

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OneShot: Kuchh Ankahi

Degradations, humiliations and belittlements, she had endured it all. No, she didn't retort with harsh words of objection, if only anything was harsher than the allegations stamped on her. Neither did she break down asking her Murugan, why me. She just gulped what was shoved down her throat without a sound of protest. But, it hurt her when similar words came from certain someone, although somehow somewhere she believed that those words didn't mean what they apparently meant.

Never in her life had Ishita Raman Bhalla felt so offended. Life had made her go through the most bizarre kind of abasements. The more she had tried to accept her fate and move on, the more she had got reminded that she was an infertile woman, that she was none but a social stigma.

Her nostrils flared uncharacteristically, as she felt rage shoot through her immobile body on being unable to push the wheel chair on her own. She stared at her invalid leg, eyes so raged that it could burn that away if only that was possible. She felt a sudden blow of insult wash her away as the back of her eyes moistened recognising the fact. She let her rigid body loosen on the chair as she threw back her head and breathed heavily as his words reverberated in her mind,

"Bohot Shauk Hai Na IshiMaa Banne Ka..."

The inability to bear a child had left her half a woman in the eye of the world. She had lost her only love owing to the fact love won't survive without a symbol. So, she had been left alone, broken and shattered, to face the consequence of an occurrence that she was not responsible for, to put up with the punishment of a crime that she didn't even commit.

But, then she had seen brighter days. She had found an angel who had awarded her, her claim of solace. Her little daughter had diminished every finger that was ever laid on her.

Ruhi had made her glow with so much of light and warmth of maternity that all her insecurities have lost their existence and surrendered into the pristineness of her ethereal motherhood. She had been fulfilled with the comprehension of the fact that she was no more vacant in any context of her survival. And, the knowledge that she was the mother of a child was blissful.

So when she had to let go of Ruhi, she had actually let go of her safe-haven. Each of her insecurities that had gotten buried deep in layers of joy, had rebelled to resurge.

Everything she had gained through the motherhood, had threatened to leave as well. She had thought she would be left barred once again. She had felt insecure, unwanted and an unnecessary presence in the world. And as the very thought occurred to her, she left her everything to save her everything. She had left him so that she doesn't have to lose him. She had been impulsive, she admitted to herself.

She was fated to remain child-less, but much to her surprise she had been elevated plaque of a mother, not only a mother but much more. She had become a wife, and had her love returned with equal passion. A daughter-in-law, who had become the apple of their eyes... A sister-in-law who was a guiding light and many more responsibilities had rested on her shoulder. So much so, that she could not thank her Murugan enough for blessing her with the kind of things she had gave up her hopes on. When she realised the very foundation of her life was being dug out, she felt every relationship was at threat.

And as they have got carried away in yet another ugly arguments, he had spit those words, piercing her with the sting of his words till the very core of her soul. He had pointed his sharp fingers right where it would hurt her most, like always. She had stomached those insults when she was lacking, but now as she had been a mother, she could not and she would not stand a single accusation.

She startled out of her reverie as she felt her chair move. It took her just few seconds to recognize who came at her rescue even when she had not put any effort to know that. She felt herself come at halt once inside their room when she saw him pouring water in a glass. She felt a flutter in her chest as she let the shock sink in realising he knew what she wanted. He extended his hand with the glass of water and she could not hold onto her obstinacy because she needed to quench her thirst.

He inspected how she gulped down the water rapidly. He noticed the ups and downs of her throat and the lingering tremor on her face. He scrutinised the stickiness that refused to leave her flushed cheeks. He had never dreamt of facing such helplessness once more in his life. When she had left him with their little bundle of joy, he was sure that this was the dead-end. The ultimate end of the bottomless pit he was falling through since he was acquainted with the fact that he had lost his daughter too. He had felt he would crumble into a ball and weep till death took him over. He had known this feeling before, the feeling of a gaping hole in the fundamental existence of him when his son was dragged away from him.

He had managed to gain Ishita and Ruhi back, but life was delusional enough! Life had given him options to choose between the two persons that formed the equal halves of his life. With one gone, one part of his life will cease to thrive. He had pretended to be strong, he had tried to take the blame on himself, and he had tried to face the consequences all alone. He had made effort not to corrupt her with the penalties for his mistakes. But, he had fallen weak. He could not make the choice that which side of him should be annihilated.

So, he had been selfish enough when he had handed over the right to her to choose anyone between two sides of his heart. He had been selfless enough to let her pick out what she longed for. But, she had outdone his expectations when she had slaughtered herself to save him... She had chosen Aadi over Ruhi.

And yet Raman Bhalla had to prick her where it would hurt her most. Because he had a nasty tongue that would never accept defeat. So, when he could not counter her blames he had bit out. He had snapped at her damaging her badly, the disaster he had created was beyond repair. He felt himself shiver with guilt as he repented on his own words,

"Bohot Shauk Hai Na IshiMaa Banne Ka..."

He noticed some movements, as she was trying to move away. He gripped one of the sides but she tried to yank the chair off his grip.

"Baat karni hai tumsey, Ishita", he said in a hoarse voice. His request would have not been enough if she hadn't traced something in his voice. His voice spoke of his guilt. That recognition had made her still. She waited with her breath withheld for him to speak.

"I am sorry, for everything" he kneeled down in front of her making her jolt out of her thoughts. She knew apology was not easy for him. But, at this moment accepting his apology was tougher for her, not because that was not enough, but because she felt guiltier than him. For abandoning him in the hardest time of his life.

"It is not you alone, I am at fault Raman", she had managed to say before had felt her throat choke and she had burst out into tears holding onto him. He had held her closely sucking all her insecurities as she had let her pain flow away in the forms of her tears.

When her sobs had subsided, he had opened her hair that was tied in a knot and asked between smiles and tears, "Sona chahta hun tumhare baalon sey khelte huye, sulayogi naa?"

Then he had dipped himself in the warmth of her lap with unspoken promises of better tomorrow they'll see together.

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