28-07-2019, 09:14 PM
“Are you sure that it’ll work, Khushi? I did exactly as you told me to do, and timing has been good enough,” whispered Ashok, leaning towards Khushi, carefully ensuring that Arnav could not hear their conversation.
“I really hope it does, Ashok. For the peace of everyone. For the happy ending we craved for.”
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The Room,
“Rati..” called Arnav, making the woman in question to turn around with a surprised expression etched into her pale features.
“Arnav? What brings you here? Is everything alright? How are you? Khushi? And the kids?” she showered a string of questions upon him as Arnav shut his eyes in guilt at her concern.
“Everyone is fine. But are you? You don’t look fine,” he replied, eying the woman who smiled in his success, wept in his loss, stayed up several nights to help his cause and abandoned many favorites to ensure his happiness.
“What about me? I am fine,” she retorted, tears filling her eyes involuntarily as she felt the destiny mocking at her, giving her what she needed the most when she had already lost the right.
“I don’t think I can even apologize for everything you have went through. Three words cannot make up for the agony you have endured. How could I never think of it in another way!” Arnav reprimanded himself, his features scrunching up in frustration against his own self, tears falling out of his chocolate orbs and narrowed eyes.
“You have no need to apologize, Arnav. I could have brought myself out of the agony if I had truly wanted but I wanted to stay, in the hope of love. Something I wanted so badly that I was willing to pay any price for that, be it my love, my sanity or my soul, but I should have known that you cannot receive what is not to be yours. Also, you apologize to your victim, Arnav, but I am not just your victim but also your culprit, so don’t, please,” she said, wiping his tears affectionately, with a melancholic smile stretching itself on her chapped lips. The woman in whose warmth he  was masking was stark contrast of the beautiful young woman he had wedded; she was a broken soul who made no efforts to save herself from drowning into the deepest abyss of all - unrequited love.
“Fourteen years of togetherness, isn’t it, Rati? Half of our lives and we still could not make it work. Why did love have to fail in such vengeful manner?” demanded Arnav, reminiscing the times they have spent together, through thick and thin, through silliness and maturity, through anger and delight, through love and through hatred.
“You wanted submission, I wanted attention. You needed to have no burdens of expectations upon your shoulders and I needed a balm to soothe the tempestuous soul of mine, ravaged by the past. You craved accolades and I craved moments of togetherness. We were never meant to last, Arnav. Fourteen years, you say, wasn’t it after fourteen years that Ram found Sita in the form of his wife again and Ayodhya found its darling heir? Maybe ours was meant to go on the path carved by your favorite epic,” she explained, cupping his jaw with her shaking palms lovingly, wondering if it would be the last time she would hold him close to her. How she wished for several such good times to be bestowed upon her but she knew that her love had found his happiness in another woman, equally loving and worthy of him.
“You say, we are not meant for each other, but will you heed to my request?” he asked, clasping her trembling palms against his jaw with his own.
“Anything you ask of, Arnav. I will be glad to fulfill at least one of your requests,” she replied, smiling at him earnestly.
“Marry Ashok. You deserve a happily ever after, after everything you have been through. You deserve to have someone to call your own,” he requested, wondering if he had enough power over her senses to command them to fall for someone else - how ironic the situation truly was.
“I cannot give your place to anyone, Arnav. I have been accused of doing it several times over but I have no intention of doing so,” she declared, moving away from him but he was as firm and determined as she was when he held her at her wrist and stopped her.
“You don’t stop loving someone to start loving someone else, Rati. They can hold two different places in your heart. Wouldn’t you do it even if it means giving me salvation and peace, which I craved for?” he questioned, effectively putting her into an unique quandary in which the two warring sides belonged to love.
“For your peace, I will trade my soul, Arnav. I will marry him and give it a chance but don’t expect me to be happily married, because I really don’t know how it feels like, no offense intended of course,” she chuckled, as he placed a chaste kiss at her forehead, which she knew, would be their farewell.
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Before people turn their guns towards me for ‘whitewashing’ characters, please search up the differences between that and character development. Also, I meant the story to be in this way because it happened with me in real life. I considered someone to be so vile and weak-willed but it was only later as the interactions increased that I realized she was not what everyone thinks to be, thanks to the rumors. It was then I decided to write a story in which perspective shifts as the lead characters acquire new knowledge about someone whose character was made up due to various assumptions and rumors. And my support for certain theories in comments? Analogous to the logic we give ourselves whenever we make a theory, no matter how wrong it is.
Also, references for the incidents mentioned are written in the story - The Abyss Called Love.
I always say only one thing. These are not inspirational characters, I have written enough of them in stories like Pride and Prejudice. These are just humans you may find anywhere. Like all of us, they are villains in some stories, heroes in some but human at the best. They are sinners, they were sinned against, like Rati says they are each others’ culprits and victims at the same time.
Next part would probably be the last. Both excited and sad for it.
“I really hope it does, Ashok. For the peace of everyone. For the happy ending we craved for.”
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The Room,
“Rati..” called Arnav, making the woman in question to turn around with a surprised expression etched into her pale features.
“Arnav? What brings you here? Is everything alright? How are you? Khushi? And the kids?” she showered a string of questions upon him as Arnav shut his eyes in guilt at her concern.
“Everyone is fine. But are you? You don’t look fine,” he replied, eying the woman who smiled in his success, wept in his loss, stayed up several nights to help his cause and abandoned many favorites to ensure his happiness.
“What about me? I am fine,” she retorted, tears filling her eyes involuntarily as she felt the destiny mocking at her, giving her what she needed the most when she had already lost the right.
“I don’t think I can even apologize for everything you have went through. Three words cannot make up for the agony you have endured. How could I never think of it in another way!” Arnav reprimanded himself, his features scrunching up in frustration against his own self, tears falling out of his chocolate orbs and narrowed eyes.
“You have no need to apologize, Arnav. I could have brought myself out of the agony if I had truly wanted but I wanted to stay, in the hope of love. Something I wanted so badly that I was willing to pay any price for that, be it my love, my sanity or my soul, but I should have known that you cannot receive what is not to be yours. Also, you apologize to your victim, Arnav, but I am not just your victim but also your culprit, so don’t, please,” she said, wiping his tears affectionately, with a melancholic smile stretching itself on her chapped lips. The woman in whose warmth he  was masking was stark contrast of the beautiful young woman he had wedded; she was a broken soul who made no efforts to save herself from drowning into the deepest abyss of all - unrequited love.
“Fourteen years of togetherness, isn’t it, Rati? Half of our lives and we still could not make it work. Why did love have to fail in such vengeful manner?” demanded Arnav, reminiscing the times they have spent together, through thick and thin, through silliness and maturity, through anger and delight, through love and through hatred.
“You wanted submission, I wanted attention. You needed to have no burdens of expectations upon your shoulders and I needed a balm to soothe the tempestuous soul of mine, ravaged by the past. You craved accolades and I craved moments of togetherness. We were never meant to last, Arnav. Fourteen years, you say, wasn’t it after fourteen years that Ram found Sita in the form of his wife again and Ayodhya found its darling heir? Maybe ours was meant to go on the path carved by your favorite epic,” she explained, cupping his jaw with her shaking palms lovingly, wondering if it would be the last time she would hold him close to her. How she wished for several such good times to be bestowed upon her but she knew that her love had found his happiness in another woman, equally loving and worthy of him.
“You say, we are not meant for each other, but will you heed to my request?” he asked, clasping her trembling palms against his jaw with his own.
“Anything you ask of, Arnav. I will be glad to fulfill at least one of your requests,” she replied, smiling at him earnestly.
“Marry Ashok. You deserve a happily ever after, after everything you have been through. You deserve to have someone to call your own,” he requested, wondering if he had enough power over her senses to command them to fall for someone else - how ironic the situation truly was.
“I cannot give your place to anyone, Arnav. I have been accused of doing it several times over but I have no intention of doing so,” she declared, moving away from him but he was as firm and determined as she was when he held her at her wrist and stopped her.
“You don’t stop loving someone to start loving someone else, Rati. They can hold two different places in your heart. Wouldn’t you do it even if it means giving me salvation and peace, which I craved for?” he questioned, effectively putting her into an unique quandary in which the two warring sides belonged to love.
“For your peace, I will trade my soul, Arnav. I will marry him and give it a chance but don’t expect me to be happily married, because I really don’t know how it feels like, no offense intended of course,” she chuckled, as he placed a chaste kiss at her forehead, which she knew, would be their farewell.
_____________________________________________________
Before people turn their guns towards me for ‘whitewashing’ characters, please search up the differences between that and character development. Also, I meant the story to be in this way because it happened with me in real life. I considered someone to be so vile and weak-willed but it was only later as the interactions increased that I realized she was not what everyone thinks to be, thanks to the rumors. It was then I decided to write a story in which perspective shifts as the lead characters acquire new knowledge about someone whose character was made up due to various assumptions and rumors. And my support for certain theories in comments? Analogous to the logic we give ourselves whenever we make a theory, no matter how wrong it is.
Also, references for the incidents mentioned are written in the story - The Abyss Called Love.
I always say only one thing. These are not inspirational characters, I have written enough of them in stories like Pride and Prejudice. These are just humans you may find anywhere. Like all of us, they are villains in some stories, heroes in some but human at the best. They are sinners, they were sinned against, like Rati says they are each others’ culprits and victims at the same time.
Next part would probably be the last. Both excited and sad for it.
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