AbhiRa FF: Can I Love You? *Ch-3 updated pg7* - Page 5

Oh yes! Loved the update.

Confident, handsome, smart Abhimanyu and beautiful, workaholic Akshara.

Kya aag lagi hai dono taraf. Sparks are flying.

Update soon.

Originally posted by: ChhalkiSyaahi

Oh yes! Loved the update.

Confident, handsome, smart Abhimanyu and beautiful, workaholic Akshara.

Kya aag lagi hai dono taraf. Sparks are flying.

Update soon.

Gugluuuuu 🤗🤗

They are one beautiful couple and human beings ... AbhiRa became favourite ❤️

Let's see aage aage hota hai kya...

Trying my best to update soon 🤗

Originally posted by: ishqdinoorhai9

Gugluuuuu 🤗🤗

They are one beautiful couple and human beings ... AbhiRa became favourite ❤️

Let's see aage aage hota hai kya...

Trying my best to update soon 🤗

Take your time Noor.🤗

First priority is your studies .

Concentrate on that bachha.

Here is the story ... I hope you like it

3. Stormy Nights and Broken Souls

I like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying. Words once said by Charlie Chaplin, the man who made everyone laugh without uttering a word, summarised the relation between pain and rain when he did. And everytime someone reads it, their chest feel heavy with the weight of a broken heart.

Abhimanyu Birla continued to walk, he let the broken pieces of his heart pierce him, broke him a little more, let the blood bleed and loose.

Clouds rumbled, letting out a scream that he could not. His smile twisted with sadness. Letting out a tired sigh, he kicked the can, "She is back... in my life." He mumbles. Tears washing away with rain drops.

And you met her. His eyes filled up with tears and lips trembled and he choked.

*****

Akshara tried to breathe, her chest knotted, restricting the air to pass. She can feel her resolve getting weaker. She can feel herself loosing. But the fact that she wants to loose... loose against her stubborness scared her. She almost gave on it and she was so close to choosing her happiness... choosing him. But-

"Why?! Why does this guilt always seeps in when it's about choosing my happiness?" Her fingers, her consciousness, her hatred for her ownself pointed the gun at her... For her mistakes. For the pain and heartbreak that she gave him. For the pieces that cuts him.

She let out a scream, a yell, a medium to tell the pain but the screams only pierced her ear, in the close car.

Her hands pulling out her hair but she did not feel much pain... Not as much pain as her heart.

*****

The smart and always confident Abhimanyu Birla was walking away. He was drenched in rain, the harsh winds felt like a slap to him, for loving her still and for leaving her, for hating a part of her when she had caressed all his scars and had kissed all his tears away. His face turned to the left as the winds flew by him. He continued to walk, with his chest heavy with cracked pieces of him that cuts the wound deeper and deeper.

His car parked at the side of the road, getting drenched by the same rain as it stood silently, seeing the owner leave the seat behind the wheels.

*****

Naira Goenka stood by her window as she once again saw her daughter struggle to keep herself together. Her daughter was once again locked herself in the car and was trying to put the band aid on.

But something was different today. Her shoulders are too tensed up and her whole body shook. She rubbed her chest as pain started to bubble.

The inked pain of her daughter rustled with the harsh winds and her attention was drawn. The old yellow pages of the diary gave it a rusty look and it smelled like woods.

His Pain

Meri zindagi ke panno par
Kai naam likhein hain
Kai ache , kai bure
Toh bahut se aise jo jaan ke bhi anjaan reh gye vo log mile hain
Kai lamhein yaad hain mujhe
Toh kaion ki sirf yaadein bachi hain
Bahuton ka saath Chut gya
Kaion se rishta toot gya
Par kuch haathon mein haath aaj bhi hai
Shayad jo chod gyi , us se mujhe pyaar aaj bhi hai
Kya sochti hogi vo bhi mere baare mein
Ye soch mere zehen mein aaj bhi hai
Haan maanta hun mai , ki haan marta tha mai us par
Par jee raha hun toh zindagi mai apne dam par
Kyun bhula da har us lamhe ko
Jo uske ishq mein beeta ,
Yaaron vo waqt tha ,
Jab mai tha khul ke jeeta
Aisa nhi koi gam hai aaj
Par yaaron , aaj koi nahi hai paas
Dost mere door hain bahut
Aage badhne ki kashmkash mein marr rahe hain sab
Naa jaane kitne arse beet gye
Ab unhe dost kahun , ya kya pata vo anjaan ban gye
Par mai bhi ruka nahi
Haan gira hun zaroor kai baar
Par uthna mai bhula nahi
Fir kisi din jo dhala hai sooraj
Uska uday hoga
Mera bhi dil khush hoga .. khush hoga

Tears smeared his name and she had already separated herself from him. For them. She sighs.

Emotions of a man who loved her and with this poem, she was not only telling about his pain... She was telling the world of how guilty she was, is and maybe forever will. Because she understood his pain like no other but yet, she was the one, who gave him his biggest heartbreak.

The words, the pain and the lines glared at her. And she could not look at it anymore. The diary slipped from her hands and fell with a thud and she ran away, from the four walls that her daughter always locks herself in.

*****

Abhimanyu did not screamed or yelled or cursed the God but instead he berated himself for letting her affect him this much. For still giving her the power to rule his mind. She still has all his heart and he knew, he could not even hate her even if this time too, she decided to break it. He knew, he will fall in love with her all over again because he fell in love with her, with every breath he takes. Because he never stopped loving her ... and this foolish heart of his still beats in a rhythm that calls her name.

The universe could not hold onto the emotions seeing the onslaught of pain he was going through. It was too heavy to carry on and with another thunder, the clouds bursted in tears once again.

He had reached a cliff. Maybe it's his dead end. He curled up in the edge, letting the wet mud to scar his soul... Or maybe to to heal his scar?

Har sawal ka koi jawab nahi hota
Har ishq ka naam kharab nahi hota
Yun toh jhum lete hai nashe mein peene wale
Lekin har nashe ka naam sharab nahi hota.

~Gulzar

Abhimanyu was intoxicated with pain. Pain of past, present and heartbreak. When did it all go down? When did they broke apart so much that they could not hear sound of each other crushing heart?

"Akshara," her name slipped from his mouth like a sacred mantra he was too fear to recite. Because he feared he will sanction the purity it held.

*****

Akshara could breathe no more. She knows she had to get out but her hands were shaking and her body too too shaken up with anxiety. More tears glided down her eyes as and she shut her eyes... Waiting for her doom.

The shrill rang of her phone jolted her, still shaken up she tries to answer the phone. The phone slipped from her hands one time before she was finally able to attend the call. It was an unknown number... Calling her late at night.

She tries to control her breathing. Distract your mind. 100...99...97, she counted in her mind, remembering her therapist words.

"What have kept you going on for so long?" Her therapist has once asked, in their early sessions. When she was not letting the walls of her heart break, which she has built over the years.

"Helping other... Listening to their stories. It's selfish but it somehow, in a twisted way consoled me that, I am not alone. That it's not only my life that's fu*ked up." She had said, looking down as she felt ashamed for finding her shore in other problems.

"It's selfish but still selfless. You listened because you wanted to help too... Yourself and them. You never let them know the tales of your scars because you did not want to burden them. You listened when you were happy too. You made them reach their shore while you were in an illusion that their problems are your shore." Ms Akriti Sharma, her therapist was a kind woman. She never married. And sometimes Akshara wondered why.

Her comforting words added more guilt to her heart. For having someone understanding her and her situation was not something she was habituated to. It was always the other way round.

"Akshara, you only distract yourself from your problems and try to find solutions for them in hope that, one day, you will find your own answers too. And if it kept you moving, then it was survival instinct and call it selfish or whatever, but you have helped them and today you are sitting here because you have helped them." She held her fisted hand in hers and Akshara looked up. Tears shining in her eyes.

"They don't hold it against you because you are their shore." Akriti nodded at her and she found herself copying her.

The phone had stopped ringing. Her breath had returned to normal. Closing her eyes, she take in a deep breath and her phone rang once again.

The same number. She picked up. Her heart beating against her ribcage.

There was silence and she felt she will cut it if she speak. The air around her was sharp. And she was scared.

"Hello," and the voice had Akshara frozen on her spot.

''Akshara beta," the voice on the other end trembled.

"Abhimanyu has not returned home. Up until today, no matter what, he always returned. And I know, if he did not, the bandage is ripped off and you two met." Manjari cried, her sobs echoing in Akshara ears. "I am sorry for what happened years ago but I know that if there is someone who can find him, it's you. I am sorry for being selfish again but can you look for him?"

And air to Akshara lungs returned. She was already reversing the car and driving away. The call hanged up.

On the other side, Manjari cried as she caressed Akshara picture and read the lines, a sad smile curling up her lips.

'If you ever want to know about my pain, ask her. She will tell you the courage behind my tears and determination behind my failures and will swing the tales of my bravery of success. She will stand tall in front of my vulnerabilities and will protect me from my darkness. She is the only one who could weave magic with words and can make pain look beautiful.

She is my shine... She is my mess. She is my Akshara. My first and last breath ❤️'

He had inked his pain and the one who walked with him till the end of the tunnel and introduced him to sun, to her name.

To Akshara Goenka,

If the cost of winning was loosing you, I would have chosen defeat... A thousand defeats, my love. I would have chosen to loose.

And Manjari heart broke and now lies in millions of pieces.

*****

"Hello Prakhayati," Akshara voice wobbled as her best friend picked up the phone.

"Akshu, are you okay?" Prakhayati noticed the trembling and her fear grew. Something bad have happened. Because Akshara don't break down in front of anyone easily... Except, if the matter is his. And her heart drummed faster.

Akshara picked the panic in her friend voice but it's not about her. It's about him and her life. " I met him." Her voice was low... As she was shameful for the fact that she met him once again.

"You did not hurt him." Prakhayati tried to console.

"Yet he is hurt." She could not help the guilt that she felt.

"You are too."

"He did not returned home."

"And you are on your way to find him." She let out a tired sigh. She know Akshara. Taking her car keys, she was locking the door of her apartment.

"You know where to find me." Akshara said.

"I don't want to meet him... Ever in my life." She twitched her lips.

"Then why are you getting out in your pajamas and T-shirt in a rush?!" Akshara rolled her eyes.

"For you, you idiot! I don't want to leave you alone with that person." She said in a duh tone and Akshara caught her lie.

Prakhayati voice was trembling with fear and it was not for her. She knew Prakhayati knew she will be alright. But she caught the fear of loosing Abhimanyu, a friend she never accepted nor denied.

"He will be okay.", Her soft voice rang in Akshara ears.

"He better not try something stupid otherwise I will kill him this time myself." She ignored her friend teary chuckle.

Akshara needed Prakhayati like she needed oxygen. Especially in times like this. Her presence, even across an electronic screen is like a calm caress. It kept her from insane.

*****

Abhimanyu Birla was still curled up at the edge when two cars parked at a distance.

He can't tell the difference if it was the darkness or the blinding brightness of light that made him unable to see the nearly extinguished flame in him.

Akshara and Prakhayati ran for their life when they saw him, lying at the ground, letting the rain drops hurt him.

Prakhayati stood at the distance and gasped. She never hated the man. No matter how much she tried. She knew he was the only one who loved her friend unconditionally and was too broken by her continuous rejection to look after her broken pieces but she could not look at him and not remember her best friend tired and shattered look but looking in front of her, she felt all the pain and preteneded hatred going away.

If someone would have said to her that time heals the wound, she would have believed it. But the couple in front of her contradict everything. Every belief. She felt her tears smearing down and getting mix with the rain. Her chest choking with torment.

Akshara dropped to her knees as she took Abhimanyu head in her lap.

"Abhi... Abhi open your eyes. See your Akshu has come." She slaps his cheek lightly, trying to wake him up.

She bent down and plant a kiss on under his eyes. Seeping the tears away. "Baccha get up na. Will you not listen to me?! Itna gussa ho mujhse?!" Her voice trembled. (Are you this much angry with me?!)

His eyes drooped open as he smiled a little, "How can I ever be angry with you Akshu?" He said with difficulty.

Tears dropped from her eyes. His hands reached to wipe them. "Never cry because of me baby... It hurts." His voice wobbles. "It hurts so damn much." She hugged him tightly. Her silent sobs soaked by his shirt.

"If the cost of winning was loosing you, I would have chosen defeat... A thousand defeats, my love. I would have chosen to loose," a tear glided down his left eye, leaving it's trail as they weave a tale of past and pain. His voice trembling as his lips wobbled. He finally unburdened his self.

Her body was fused with his. She could not hold on... She did not care... She let go.

Just for this moment.

Prakhayati looked up, the rain was drizzling out. And slowly the moon was coming out from the clouds.

"Just as the wind become a little stormy, the clouds ran to protect the moon. They want its shine and texture to be destroyed in the storm. And now, the storm has subsided. The pain melted. Its about time" she looked in front of her and sighed.

Destiny has played it's card once again and now it's on these two stubborn souls to do their part.

Akshara and Abhimanyu, stayed in each other arms... They are finally home.

Reserved! I will read and post 📯📯

Originally posted by: Eternized_Blues

Reserved! I will read and post 📯📯

Will be waiting ❤️

Why do you have to write so well that I ended up with tears 😭😭😭

The details and depth of your writing amazes me everytime Noor 🤗

And special appreciation for all the lines that You've used... They are beautiful💕

Finally these broken souls are home 🥺

Fab update❤ continue soon

Few lines for AbhiRa

Ishq par zor nahi yeh wo aatish hai 'Ghalib'

Ki lagaye na lage aur bujhaye na bane

Originally posted by: Zenab78

Why do you have to write so well that I ended up with tears 😭😭😭

The details and depth of your writing amazes me everytime Noor 🤗

And special appreciation for all the lines that You've used... They are beautiful💕

Finally these broken souls are home 🥺

Fab update❤ continue soon

Few lines for AbhiRa

Ishq par zor nahi yeh wo aatish hai 'Ghalib'

Ki lagaye na lage aur bujhaye na bane

Ummm... It was an emotional chapter that's the only reason u ended up in tears. Nothing else 😌

Areee 🙈🙈🙈 I try my best 🌝🌝

Hai na... Poetry are my forte 😂😂

Finally they are home. Let's see, till when tho... Bcoz it was all, just for a moment 🙂

Thank you Zenuuu 🤗🤗

Aaye... Inn par kya khoob jach rahi hai ye lines ❤️

Originally posted by: ishqdinoorhai9

Ummm... It was an emotional chapter that's the only reason u ended up in tears. Nothing else 😌

Areee 🙈🙈🙈 I try my best 🌝🌝

Hai na... Poetry are my forte 😂😂

Finally they are home. Let's see, till when tho... Bcoz it was all, just for a moment 🙂

Thank you Zenuuu 🤗🤗

Aaye... Inn par kya khoob jach rahi hai ye lines ❤️

For a moment 🥺🥺🥺 I hope this moment lasts forever 🌝