Hi guys. Thought of writing one last OS. This is my homage to Sahiba, the FL who sacrificed anything and everything and got a painful life and a painful death in return. Hope you guys like it!
"Take care of our Akeer...tell him Mumma loves him... and I love you my Anga" Angad's face slightly blurred, her feet shuddered and went stiff, as though a shard of ice slashed through her skin and pierced her flesh...
She knew what was coming forth and battled that odd feeling to look at Angad, her Angad. She looked at his grief-stricken face and smiled assuringly.
" No, Sahiba. We have an eternity before us. Nothing's going to happen. I have been the demon that carved the soul out of you...but let me tell you this demon loved you ...loves you...and wants to love you ...
The icy sensation was building up, traveling upwards, stiffening her legs now...but her tears flew freely like a river rushing into the vast ocean...
"But this demon is selfish. He doesn't feel like sharing something as precious as you with anyone...I want to make it up to you and Akeer...I want to take back everything that life stole from us, and I want to give back everything that I stole from your happy soul...I want to live with you...my life rests within you ...Sahiba..."
" I need nothing more than look at your face as life leaves my body...Look at me Angad.." her hand stiffened...a numbness spread across her body...it was faster than she imagined...
"Goodbye An-" Angad's face blurred, the hospital blurred. The icy numbness consumed her body and she felt an invisible force push her...she was falling...falling...she could hear Angad yelling her name like a mad man...Sahiba wanted to call out to him and ask him to calm down ..he could go berserk...but she was falling...
A black expanse spread across her. Was this what they call death? Or was this her afterlife...this black expanse of nothingness?
Wait...what was that? Was that a little girl with amber eyes? She looked familiar...She excitedly ran around a stout Sardar with a kind face..."Maano billi...maano billi....now who painted this beautiful meadow...?"
It was none other than she ...and her Papa, the only man who treated her with respect and love...the only man who saw a Princess in her.. this was the day when she first painted on a canvas...
She looked up at her father...a wind blew and before she knew...she was looking at her and her father collecting her payment for her first artwork...tears glistened in her eyes...
Suddenly the scene before her started vanishing gradually yet with speed...like Holi's colors dissolving in water...
She stood before a tall handsome Sardar...arrogance was etched on his face...they both stood next to each other in wedding attires ...like two broken souls....
"Angad...!!" Sahiba held out her hand to caress his face and suddenly she was in the hall of Brar Mansion with him.
" Tum meri mohabbat ho, Sahiba"...
Sahiba looked at Angads face , which only had love for her...a gust of wind blew , causing some sort of fog that hindered her view...
"No" Sahiba cried
"Get out of my house! I don't want to see your face again" Angad bellowed. Anger, hurt and a feeling of unworthiness swept through her, but again the scene shifted.
She was in the hospital bed, a beautiful baby boy gurgled and looked around her with his doe-like eyes. He was indeed a spitting image of his father.
" Akeer...akeer...my dear dear child" Sahiba cried..but the scene dissolved again
Angad stood in front of her, clutching Akeer's hand (while she clutched onto the other), they both looked into the depths of each other after 6 long years...she felt anger rising in her, but it was melting away and was taken over by grief , dismay , hope and bliss...all at the same time!
Sahiba blinked back tears. She and Angad sat next to each other bound by ropes.
With tears streaming down his face, Angad confessed " I have never loved anybody else in these 6 long years...I wanted to get rid of your thoughts, but always found myself immersed in them...Angad Singh Brar is nothing without his Sahiba...I loved you, I love you...and will only love you, my Sacchi Sikhni"
At this spectacle, she burst into uncontrollable tears, but happy tears...for she only wanted to know this...she only wanted to hear this ...her ATM...
Suddenly, his face dissolved into oblivion...and a series of memories floated and zoomed past her, like the reels of a film...and it had Angad and only Angad...
Angad was dancing with her, Angad was embracing her, Angad was crying for her, Angad was asking her to stop her snarky remarks, Angad was kissing her, Angad was making love to her, Angad was laughing...Angad...
As Sahiba looked on lovingly, his face dissolved into what seemed like a greyish-blue sky with twinkling stars...
And beyond the sky, a divine light shone on a path that led to what seemed like a meadow. It was adorned with wildflowers. Butterflies fluttered around, deers nibbled at the lush green grass, and puppies and kittens ran about.
A waterfall overlooked this unending expanse of beauty spraying cold droplets as it hit the rocks beneath that lined a small cottage. There were no fences, nor gates, but a huge plain canvas stood in front of it...
"Maano Billiii" a familiar yet unfamiliar voice called out lovingly. " What are you going to paint today?"
Sahiba looked up, her amber eyes calmer than the calm sea. She smiled contently and walked towards that soothing voice, that felt like a balm.
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