Armaan-Abhira SS: Parting - Page 3

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Part 3

In the serene foothills of the Himalayas, amidst the whispering pines and the crisp mountain air, lay the tranquil sanctuary of a monastery —a haven of peace and introspection nestled in the heart of nature's embrace. The monastery stood as a testament to centuries of spiritual devotion, its ancient walls weathered by time yet imbued with an aura of serenity that enveloped all who entered its hallowed halls.

Upon reaching Mussorie, Abhira had sought refuge within the sanctuary of this monastery, drawn to its quietude in search of solace and clarity amidst the chaos of her fractured heart. She had come here many times with her mother, but this time was different. She had never been weighed down by so much pain.

The monastery was a sight to behold—a symphony of stone and wood, its architecture a blend of ancient traditions and modern sensibilities. The courtyard was adorned with vibrant prayer flags that fluttered in the breeze, their colorful presence imbuing the space with a sense of sacredness and serenity. Each flag bore intricate patterns and sacred symbols, meticulously crafted to convey prayers for peace, compassion, and enlightenment. As the gentle mountain breeze swept through the courtyard, the flags danced gracefully, their rhythmic movements creating a mesmerizing spectacle of color and motion. They shimmered in the sunlight, casting a radiant glow over the courtyard and infusing the air with a palpable sense of tranquility. It was as if each flag held within it the whispered prayers of countless souls, carried aloft on the wind to distant realms beyond.

Abhira wandered the labyrinthine corridors of the monastery, her footsteps echoing softly against the polished stone floors. She did not know where she needed to go, but she found solace in the quiet beauty that surrounded her, the gentle rhythm of her breath a steady anchor amidst the tumult of her thoughts.

As she rounded a corner, lost in the contemplation of her own inner turmoil, Abhira's eyes fell upon a figure seated on a stone bench in the monastery garden—a figure whose presence seemed to stir something deep within her soul.

Her eyes widened.

It was Rohit. Rohit, whom everyone believed had perished in a tragic accident.

"Rohit?" she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the rustling of leaves and the distant chanting of monks. "Is it really you?"

Rohit looked up, his eyes meeting hers. "Abhira?," he whispered, visibly stunned. "I never thought I would see you again. I never thought I would see anyone of you again."

Abhira was lost for words. What do you say to a man who had subjected his entire family to so much pain, who had allowed them to think he was dead… But try as she might, she could not bring herself to be unleash her anger on him. Rohit's gaze was somber yet searching, his eyes betraying the depths of the pain that he carried within him.

“Why?” was all Abhira could muster to ask, the word escaping her lips like a sigh.

For what seemed like eternity, Rohit said nothing. Abhira’s question hung heavy in the air—an unspoken weight that seemed to settle between them like an invisible barrier. And then, with hesitant words and a voice laden with emotion, a voice that had been stifled under years of solitude and silence, he began to unravel the tangled threads of his heartache, laying bare the raw anguish that had consumed him for so long.

Abhira listened intently, her heart heavy with empathy for the man who sat before her—a man whose love had been betrayed, whose trust had been shattered by the ones he held closest to his heart. She felt as though her own pain was mirrored back at her, as Rohit recounted the pain of his unrequited love for Ruhi, a love that had remained unacknowledged and unappreciated amidst the tangled web of deceit and betrayal.

As Rohit spoke of his futile attempts to break through the walls that Ruhi had erected around her heart, Abhira’s eyes welled over. She too knew what it was like to yearn for a love that seemed forever out of reach, to long for a connection that remained just beyond her grasp. And in that shared moment of vulnerability, Abhira found herself opening up to Rohit in a way she never thought possible, her own pain and longing spilling forth like a dam that had finally burst.

Rohit's revelation about his decision to remove himself from the picture for the sake of Armaan and Ruhi struck a chord deep within Abhira's soul. It was a selfless act of love—a sacrifice born of a desire to see the ones he cared about find happiness, even if it came at the cost of his own. She too had left Poddar mansion for the same reason.

In that moment of shared vulnerability, Abhira and Rohit found solace in each other's company, their shared pain forging a bond. Rohit’s honesty stirred something within Abhira, coaxing her to shed the layers of her own guardedness and share the burdens that had weighed heavily on her heart. And so, in a trembling voice, Abhira spoke of her love for Armaan, a love born of duty yet tempered by the tender tendrils of affection that had taken root in her heart. She spoke of her fears and insecurities, her longing for a connection that had always felt just out of reach.

And somehow, amidst all that pain, Rohit and Abhira smiled at each other. A fragile yet profound sense of peace lingered between them. The weight of their shared pain seemed momentarily lifted, replaced by a fleeting sense of camaraderie and understanding. However, beneath the surface calm, the ache of unrequited love still lingered, a constant reminder of the wounds that had yet to heal. Their hearts still yearned for their respective partners, and the scars of their hurt and heartache remained etched deeply within their souls. Yet, in each other's company, they found solace in the knowledge that they were not alone in their struggles. Though the road ahead was uncertain and fraught with challenges, they took comfort in the simple yet profound truth that they were no longer facing their pain alone.

Meanwhile, the days stretched on at Poddar mansion and Armaan found himself increasingly consumed by an overwhelming sense of longing for Abhira. Every corner seemed to echo with her absence, a haunting reminder of the void she had left behind.

Unable to bear the emptiness around him, Armaan had embarked on a desperate quest to find Abhira, determined to seek her out and make amends for the mistakes of his past. He combed through every avenue available to him, exhausting every resource in his search for her. Yet, with each passing day, his resolve only grew stronger, fueled by the unwavering belief that he would find her, no matter the cost.

It was amidst the depths of his despair that a glimmer of hope emerged when he came across the wooden tortoise that Abhira had given him as a good luck charm. Just like that, something clicked, and a faint whisper of intuition led him to the serene foothills of Mussorie. As soon as he reached, Armaan felt a sense of clarity wash over him, an unspoken understanding that this was where Abhira would find her peace, amidst the memories of her mother and the quiet serenity of her hometown.

With renewed determination, Armaan set out to scour every corner of Mussorie, his heart heavy with the weight of regret for the pain he had caused Abhira. He knew that his own indecisiveness and insensitivity had driven her away. He berated himself for his failure to recognize her worth when she was by his side, for allowing his own misguided emotions, to cloud his judgment and blind him to her importance in his life.

For now, more than ever before, he felt increasingly certain of his feelings for Abhira. Perhaps it was Mussorie, with its indelible echoes of Abhira's presence. He saw traces of her in the smiling, rosy-cheeked children who played joyfully in the streets, he heard her laughter in theirs, like music to his ears. He saw her in the vibrant hues of the blooming flowers that adorned the hillsides, their delicate petals swaying in the gentle breeze like a dance of pure enchantment. The sun, with its warm golden rays, seemed to conjure images of her radiant smile, lighting up the world with its luminous glow.

As he wandered through the winding streets of Mussorie, Armaan caught glimpses of Abhira in the graceful sway of the trees, their branches reaching skyward in silent homage to her beauty. The babbling brooks that meandered through the valleys whispered secrets of her laughter, their crystal-clear waters reflecting her image like a mirror of purest silver. Even the towering mountains, with their rugged peaks and majestic grandeur, seemed to stand as silent sentinels in her honor, guarding the sanctity of her memory with steadfast devotion.

With each passing moment, Armaan found himself enveloped in a tapestry of memories, each one a cherished reminder of the love he held for Abhira in his heart. He saw her in the breathtaking vistas that stretched out before him, their panoramic beauty a testament to the depth of his longing for her. The cool mountain breeze that caressed his skin carried whispers of her name, filling him with a sense of longing and yearning that threatened to consume him whole.

Convinced that Mussorie – the place where their story had begun – held the key to finding Abhira, Armaan resolved to remain in Mussorie until he succeeded in finding her, determined to wait there until their paths converged once more.

And if that were not to be, at least he would be in the place where he felt closest to Abhira.

Too Good!!!! Can't wait for them to meet.

Beautifully written

Beautifully written! Loved reading details, happy to read that armaan is near abheera.

Excited to read more

Can't wait for armaan to meet abhira 😭💜💜

U write so well..was waiting for your update 😭😭😭💜💜💕💕💕🌺🌺

I hope here atleast we get a happy ending of the two couples....but if you plan a Rohit and abhira ending am fine with that too💀💀👍. Armaan needs to understand the attraction abhira has..I want him to see her with someone else ..and uk get sad and jealous ..

But in the end i want my abhimaan to end up together....am i mad!!!😭😭💀

This was SO beautiful!

Beautiful