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Hellooo...🤗
Hope everyone's doing fine (and I'm recovering slowly 😳)
But, I'm not in a state of mind to continue any of my stories here (two of which I've been posting in wattpad as well, alternatively) I'll be ending all of them as quickly as possivle, once I'll be completely alright.
I'm grateful to everyone who read and loved my stories and encouraged me to some extent to continue them...❤️
Then...
To entertain MYSELF, I've been engrossing in writing another story that I'm not going to post here 😳, for which I've taken help from one of my friends 😳 If you wish to, in any case, read it, follow my wattpad account; Gaya3sb
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Caution
This story is completely based on the show.
So, those who are least interested, kindly skip reading 🤔
Starting from Ishita and Raman meeting in the police station post seven years leap and goes through their points of view in third person narrative. There would not be any Pihu-Ishita hatred but of course a bit of Ruhi's drama (which is under question now ❓
It's all about Ishita and Raman!
But of course the vamp, Shagun Arora is there...😉 I'd love to take some sadistic pleasure...😈
Now also you have a chance to skip this thread without scrolling down!
PROLOGUE
When he saw her alive, in front of his eyes, first thing he wanted to do was crush her in his arms, warmly, forgetting everything and apologize for those bad words still might be hurting her. There was apprehension; what was it all about? How come she is alive! That sounded a betrayal! He was living hell, thinking he had been the reason for her death; pushing her to take one drastic step of ending her life. There was guilt, and loss, still ate him up, bit to bit. Washing off everything, turning everything into a real wrath than the one that he showed to the world, to fake his vulnerability, he walked out of the cell, leaving his wife err ex-wife and their son be alone and reconcile.
He could hear his heartbeat, shuddering his very system when he stood outside the police station, near his car. She has always made that little organ pound faster, be it her presence or absence; he still could not help but admit he loves this woman! Happiness was exuding him as much as it was easing his being. Touching his chest, he leaned over the car; his eyes closed, feeling the moment he saw her face. He truly saw her, in flesh and blood! "Ish-shita!" He mumbled taking a step towards the station and taking two feet back. "She's alive...! Meri Ishita zinda hai!" Unknown to himself, he mused and dropped on the ground, crying irrepressibly.
"I thought I lost her...!" He smiled through his tears, scratching the back of his neck, as he felt restless. How would he express his happiness? Moreover, the feeling of unfaithfulness was stopping him from go take her in his arms, take her back home. It was true he had been an uncouth, even after loving her like no one ever had done to one. That should not come between them; he was always rude, owning a bitter tongue, when angry, having no one to tame or slash his point. She knows him better; still she... Otherwise, was it him, thought wrong about her; that she would face anything, his Jhansi Ki Rani? Did not she intend to put an end to her life when he badmouthed her? Or was that a veneer? She was alive! "She was bloody alive!" His fisted palm banged the bonnet of his car.
His face masked coldness. Jaw tautened, he turned towards the entrance; he should focus on their son! Shit, he still could not say Aditya Raman Bhalla is just his son and Ishita Iyer has no rights on him. Miserable, that boy is a replica of his ex-wife, he admitted. Controlling his wavering emotions, he reached near his son, without daring to go close to him for he may give away his composure in the police station because of the woman who was now showering all her love up on their son, he saw a man approaching them like a lightening; Abhimanyu Raghav!
"Mani!" Ishita shouted, pushed him off, as her face showed helplessness, pain, anger and many indescribable emotions that he could not fathom. She trusted her son that he would never stoop this low; and he knew that too, because Ishita brought him up, even when she was not there. He felt proud, but not that much that he could be moved and support her.
"You don't need to fight over my son!" He bellowed. The atmosphere turned icy, as Abhimanyu widened his eyes at Raman. He could see this man has many things to utter, scold, and prick him about. That can wait; Raman thought as he freed his son from the clasp of the man now seeming to be having a place in Ishita's life. Was not that a rare effervescing of jealousy and the ultimate loss that swept him off of his conscience when he watched her hands on Abhimanyu's chest, crumbling his shirt, so much possessively? He noticed everything when he kept Aditya behind him and glared both. "I know my son! He won't stoop this low. No one, I mean no one has to care about my bloody son and don't dare hurt him again!" He meant those for her, and felt umpteenth happiness when he saw unshed tears in her eyes.
There was no turning back. He had dragged Aditya out of there, once the bail was declared. Without letting her have a glance at their son, or letting him have a moment with his mother. All that he wanted was to rush home, lock the door, and keep her away. Nothing is going to be back to normal. He would lose! He already lost her and now, his son...! He lost their daughter, Ruhi! He lost his wife! Now, he felt he lost his love, for another man who always made him insecure! That girl, Aaliya called her amma; he remembered as he honked aloud, persistently to make the buzzer louder than her calls; amma!
"Adi stay home!" He shouted at Aditya and slammed the door of his room, locking it from outside. Integrity long lost, when he stumbled. His son does not love him, but his mother, Ishima! He never expressed his love for Aditya lately, after he lost Ishita. Nevertheless, he always noticed, he is into his mother; making the Bhalla house visible with her presence, through his deeds and words. He used to enjoy all that, but not anymore. Now when she is back, alive, he feared if Aditya would also leave him and he would be left with nothing but Pihu, their daughter! Nothing in his life was just his; they shared everything but he, all alone, endured the pain of losing Ruhi and her. Anger once again misted his eyes up.
Chapter-1
Chapter-2 and 3
Continued in Wattpad: Back To Life
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