Posted:
Hey YHMians,
I'm back with another OS... Thanks for showering so many comments & likes.
This Show has lost its charm (at least for now. According to me). So here is an OS... Completely based on my imagination. No spoilers are hinted here...
P. S. Forgive & Forget the typing mistakes... I'm do this all on my phone...
I Want That Back...
"Jo Aurat Mujhe Aaya Keh Ke Bulati Thi, Ussi Aurat Ke Saamne Aap Ne Mujhe Ek Aaya Banake Chod Diya Aaj... "
" Patni?? I'm Sorry But Mujhe Patni Jaisa Kuch Feel Nahi Ho Raha Hai, Raman. "
" Pati-Patni Ka Rishta Kaisa Hota Hai, Yeh Aapko Yaad Bhi Hai Raman? "
" I Can't Trust You Anymore... "
" Aapne Mera Bharosa Hi Tod diya, Raman. Chakna Chur Kar Diya..."
What have I done? The only woman who trusted me with her heart, is broken to such extent that she doesn't wish to see my face.
I'm responsible for her condition... Shagun refused to let us claim the baby... She jumped off the terrace... She is unwell... Shagun's death haunts her... Affects her mentally, making her feel guilty for forcing a pregnant woman to commit suicide.
Ishita's words kept ringing in his ears.
She had choices...
She could have refused to marry me, yet chose to gamble her life. Sirf Roohi Ke Liye.
She could have refused to be insulted time & again from Aadi, yet she chose to stay mum. Sirf Roohi Ke Liye.
She could have walked away with Abhimanyu Raghav, yet she stayed back. Sirf Roohi Ke Liye.
She could have refused to let Shagun live in our house, yet she behaved civil with her. Sirf Aadi Ke Liye.
She could have rejected my love for her, yet she chose to repeat those words behind me. Sirf Mere Liye.
She could have said no to warm my bed, could have refused to let me touch her, yet she chose to fulfill my desires. Sirf Mere Liye.
She could have left my house, because of me cheating on & lying to her, yet she decided against it. Sirf Aadi & Roohi Ke Liye.
He was proud to tell Shagun that He & Ishita were now- Ek Dooje Ke Liye. But he wondered if he could say that now, with the situation in hand.
She refused to sleep in the same room. Let alone the bed.
She refused to have dinner in the same room, with me around. For I saw her eat her meal with Simmi, after I was done with mine.
She won't let me be around her in 10 meter radius. Let alone touch her.
Did I really lose my love, my life, Today? The pain and fear of losing my Madrasan is much more than what I had felt 8 years back, When Shagun left my house with my son in tow.
I'm responsible for it. Not anybody else. I feel my knees giving away. I fall on the floor. Tears run down my eyes. I hold my head in my hands.
What did I do?
I demolished my home with my own bare hands.
Her cold eyes.
Her stiff posture.
Her faded smile.
I lost her.
Maybe, Forever.
The moments spent with her flash in front of my eyes, like a lightening bolt it struck me that today I lost my one true love. In the truest sense.
I feel a hand in my hair. Creasing them. Without opening my eyes, I can tell who it belongs.
Ishita.
I open my eyes and see the most beautiful sight. My wife in my arms, with a wide, content and pleased smile. Her eyes sparkle with the purest form of love. A crimson red blush adorning her cheeks.
The look on her face which is a sight to behold after every love making session we have.
"Are you trying to tempt me for another session, Madrasan?"
"Do I have to? I remember you saying- "I can do it anywhere & anytime... " what happened about it?"
"Don't do that, Ishita. For you won't be able to walk around when I'm done with you by dawn."
"I would love to know how it feels to be sore and get pampered the whole day ahead... I know how you enjoy when I throw tantrums about how robust you are with me. You tend to me all the time and keep praising me... Or should I say my body... "
"Are we having a sex talk here? Like this??"
Like this meant the position they were in, my one hand under the quilt & on her naked waist, and another under her nape, supporting her. While her hand around my chest. Legs tangled with each other's. This closeness seemed to be more intimate that any other primitive position we might have ever been in.
"Why? What's wrong with doing 'The' talk like this?"
I raised my eyebrows as she surprises me with her sudden boldness. Not that I don't like it, instead it is a major 'Turn On' to me. I pull her closer to me as whisper to her
"Why don't you just accept that you can't have enough of this. Enough of me. Hmmm?"
"When did I ever deny of it? I would love to do... "
Before she could complete her words, I seal her lips with mine. Slowly, yet passionately our lips stay entwined for next few seconds. Or minutes. I'm not sure. It felt like eternity.
Before we could realize, I push off the quilt covering us, my hands roam over her body, set out to explore her all over again. She lets out a needy moan as my fingers touch her there. She gasps as my other hand pinches her sensitive bosom. She locks her ankles behind my back as she clutches on tightly to my shoulder when I enter her with a harsh thrust and continues to move with me as I increase my pace.
We hit our orgasm together for the nth time, that night, as we make love again and again. As the first few rays of the morning sun hit our eyes and she realizes that she is sore from last night and she sheds a silent tear. Tear that meant happiness. Which meant promises. Which meant undying love. Undying trust.
I open my eyes. Only to realize that it was a memory. A happy memory. A memory of the time when her trust wasn't shattered. When her heart wasn't broken. When her eyes refused to shed tears of sorrow. When moans were cries of pleasure rather than pain.
It was the memory of the nights we had spent exploring each and every nook of each other's body.
The nights when her eyes contained only love. Today replaced by disgust.
When her lips smiled into our kiss. Today refused to stretch a Millimeter.
When her palm engulfed my lower anatomy in a firm grip, pleasuring me to no extent. Today refused to wipe of my tears from my face.
When her arms gave me comfort. Today pushed me away, with all their might.
No. No. No.
I can't live without her.
She is my home.
My life.
My love.
I can't let her leave.
I can't let her take a part of me.
She is a part of me.
Half of me.
Half of what I'm.
Half of what I will be.
I'll win over her trust.
Again.
Will do anything.
I will not let her kill the Ishita who I love.
She won't be another Raman, who had lost faith in love & relationships, in the past.
She will remain the Ishita who loved him back just the he loves her.
I won't let her murder her love for me.
I will keeping trying till she agrees.
Till I break down all the barriers between us.
Till I & she become Us.
Again.
I Remember,
How Much We Meant,
To Each Other.
How Much We Loved.
And I Want That Back.
THE END.
That's it folks.
Do leave your precious comments.
1.2k