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Very interesting, can't wait for the next part
Will update soon. Thanks for reading sis
Very interesting, can't wait for the next part
Will update soon. Thanks for reading sis
Loved it, So beautifully written....!! 😍💗.... Can't wait to read more, please tag me when you update the next chap.
Originally posted by: anushka87
Loved it, So beautifully written....!! 😍💗.... Can't wait to read more, please tag me when you update the next chap.
aye aye, captain! Thanks a ton for reading 🫂
CHAPTER 2
Hey guys! Updated the next part...this chapter will answer a majority of your questions. So, dive in..hope you like it. Fingers crossed!
Angad kept looking at his Tara, with inexpressible joy. But the joy slowly morphed into shock and then desperation.....and cries of help ...as his vision blurred Tara's face, just like the ripples of a stream deforming the picturesque star-lit midnight sky.
"ANGADD...Angadd...." Angad looked up his vision swimming "T-t-Tara..your face...I can't..it blurr-r-r..vanish..." BLECHH... I-love--BLECH" stumbling, he tried to rub his back which was aching now due to the force with which he retched. He looked around and recoiled in utmost shock, seeing his vomit splattered everywhere.
" Oh my god, there you go again, Angad!!!", Angad could not decipher his surroundings...where was Tara, why was he hearing his brother Garry's voice...
Angad lifted his heavy head with much difficulty and saw a furious Garry towering over him.
" You are incorrigible, what do I do with you..." Angad heard Garry firing at him "Do you know how it feels to see your brother like this?"
Angad looked on, but why was Garry's image wavering, where was Tara ....
"I am tired of you, Angad" Garry sighed 'chest- feeling- tight....'
"But why would you care, right?" 'air...need air'
"Well, why am I wasting my time!" 'too cold...skin..clammy..
"Wait, what's wrong...ANGADD!!! ..YOUR SKIN'S TURNING BLUEEE..ANGADD...!! ' all black...black- where-Tara..can't see'
"Oh no..OH NOOOO" Garry yelled frantically "Manbeer mami...Darji...Inder Chachaa....someone please come...Angad..Angad ...stay with me...Can you hear me Angad...?"
Angad could see Garry's face blinking in the dark..
"Yes...no..no Angad, stay with me..." Angad could hear footsteps shuffling, someone was screaming..there was a lot of commotion..."CALL THE F*CKING AMBULANCE" a voice pierced through the chaos...Angad heard his father calling out to him..but slowly darkness intruded his vision....
He was lying down on Tara's lap, while she was neatly folding his pag, preparing to massage his head. The smell of orange blossoms wafted in the air. Angad looked at the bouquet neatly arranged in a vase filled with water. He had presented it to her the previous day when they had got engaged. Tara noticed it as she ran her fingers through his hair.
" Yes, what is it Monsieur Singh?" she asked sceptically
" We should plant an orange tree in our yard once we get married," said Angad looking up. He could see Tara's doe-eyes widen and twinkle with excitement. "What say, Mademoiselle?"
" That's a splendid idea! My man has the best ideas, doesn't he, hmmm?" chimed Tara, playfully patting Angad's cheek. " I will water it and nurture it...oh..oh let's plant it where we can get its view from our window...so that I can keep watching and witness my blossoms bloom..."
"Oi! If your gaze would be on your orange blossoms, who would admire this Gabru Sardar?"
" Well then, maybe I'll shift all your belongings beneath our orange tree so that I can admire the so-called Gabru Sardar" Tara teased while Angad feigned annoyance.
"Awleee, my baby Angad is annoyed.." Tara continued. " My orange tree and I will grow old with you, and everyday when you come home from work you will be greeted by my orange blossoms..."
" Babaji, why do I feel like killing myself for giving her this idea..." Angad laughed looking at her lovingly.
" I am not done. Then I'll make perfumes out of them and spray it on all your hideous blazers...
"Oi! They aren't hideous!"
" Hhaha...yaa right! now where was I...haa yes...I'd spray it on all your HIDEOUS blazers until you are literally a walking-talking bouquet of orange blossoms" Tara laughed heartily. Angad tried to interrupt but soon found him joining her infectious squeaky laughter.
Amidst their mirthful session, she added "And when we grow old and I die, I'll come to meet you as an orange blossom...no admire your snoring self through my dew-laden leaves in the morning..." Tara concluded looking at Angad with nothing but love.
Angad stopped laughing midway...and frowned "Hey...let's live our 100 years first, and then talk about death..."
Images are swimming again...Angad can hear someone say "This is a classic case of alcohol poisoning, Mr. Brar. Your grandson should stop ....or else..."
'Why are voices fluctuating in my head...where's Tara...Taraa..Taraa"
"Inder...Inder...Angad is regaining consciousness...my puttar....
10 days later
"Garry,...Garry my brother...please..please get me a pint...", Angad begged "my hands are shivering...I can't Garry"
" Don't you dare Angad! Don't even have the slightest expectation from me...I won't let a drop of that liquid enter your body...
" Aren't I -I your eldest pra...look..just look at my hands shivering" Angad feebly thrusts his hands in front of Garry
"Just cut it Angad...it's your second day of the de-addiction program...pls keep persisting...you will be out of this addiction soon...and the counsellor says you haven't reached the hopeless stage yet...you can come out of this addiction if you put your mind to it..., the counsellor will be here any minute now...Brace yourself Angad" Garry tried to console Angad feeling helpless inwardly.
"NOOOO! I WANT YOU TO FIX A DRINK GARRYYYY!" Angad yelled.
Garry seeing his brother's obstinacy lost his cool too.
"SHUT UP, ANGAD!!! You are the most selfish creature I have ever seen in my life... !
"What?"
"YES, YOU!!! OH, you are shocked huh?! Have you ever cared to look at the people around you? Have you seen the condition of our family? Have you seen Inder chaacha, he looks like he's gained 10 years in the last two years....you understand?!!"
"I..Garry..."
"u-uh..nope! I am not done Angad...today I'll speak to my heart's content....enough is enough! I have been toiling day and night to stop our business from crumbling down like a sandcastle...Yes, the turnover has been fluctuating like your mood, Angad! Somedays, you come to the office and work like crazy , implement some random strategies and leave it hanging midway for ME TO HANDLE IT...coz of course you want to keep chugging glasses and glasses of that scotch and revel in her memory. I am human Angad. I have a life too! I am always behind your or our business....and Seerat...poor Seerat is waiting for me to come and ask her hand....HOW DO I ASK HER FATHER TO MARRY OFF HIS DAUGHTER TO A GUY WITH AN ALCOHOLIC BROTHER ROAMING IN THE HOUSE? TELL ME ANGAD...."
A shocked Angad looked on...fumbling to find word until "Garry...Taraa"
"AARGH!! TARA ...TARA..TARA!!! SHE IS NO MORE ANGADDD!!! IT'S BEEN 2 F*CKING YEARSSS!!! ACCEPT IT! Planting an orange tree and looking at it day in and day out is not going to bring her back from the dead, Angad!! She is gone, brother...pls accept it." Garry softened " or else you will lose the remaining loved ones in your life...Just take a look at our Darji and Bebe...they've lost their will to live...seeing their brightest, most responsible grandson, ....the grandson who revived their tanking business...fall into this vicious cycle of self-destruction.....Also, keep your hand on your heart and say Angad, will Tara's soul be happy seeing you like this? Never...her own father died of liver cirrhosis....and you say you loved her!!" Garry continued exasperated, "Angad please.....stop this....We can't see you like this broo..we just can't..." and Garry fell to the floor sobbing uncontrollably.
A dazed Angad looked at the sobbing mess he had made......his heart shattered like brittle glass ....realization dawned on him...tears cascaded down his cheeks uncontrollably...he ran and hugged his brother..his poor little brother with all the love he could gather ..and whispered " Your Pra is sorry..."
Garry turned to look at his brother and hugged back..."I know you are bro, I know you are..."
That night after his session, you would see Angad entering his just-tidied room with a bouquet of orange blossoms in hand. He would place it near a huge portrait and serenade it:
" My dear, the heart has weeded out what was not yours,
In it grows now, a pristine garden of orange blossoms,
Wherein you reside to admire me
And I assure you, nothing but orange blossoms shall bloom there,
For you are the Sahiba that owns my heart...."
Hope you guys got the clue. In the next chapter, she will make her entry..100%.
Main Characters:
Angad Singh Brar: Vijayendra Kumeria
Sahiba Kaur Monga: Himanshi Parashar
Tara Garg:
Oh ok this all makes so much sense now
Garry's outburst
Tag me when you next update pls
Originally posted by: Reader17
So Angad lost the love of his life Tara 2 years ago.
Right! 🙃 Thanks a ton for reading ❤
Originally posted by: Amanita09
Oh ok this all makes so much sense now
Garry's outburst
Tag me when you next update pls
Definitely ❤❤.. Thanks for reading ❤❤
OMG!! This is amazing… love the way built up the angst and the confusion for Angad. How he’s so lost between what’s real and what’s gone. It made me cry 😭
OMG!! This is amazing… love the way built up the angst and the confusion for Angad. How he’s so lost between what’s real and what’s gone. It made me cry 😭
Glad you liked it Apuniji ...and thankoooo for reading 🫂
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