~ Safarnaama ~ An Armaan-Abhira FF - Part Twenty-Two (01.06.2024) - Page 3

Beautifully written

Armaan is still so confused but looks like he is accepting his faults

Will ruhi return and make up a story about abhira leaving armaan since armaan doesn’t want to go back🧐

Curious to read more

Thank u for update

Its really nice

Arman should suffer more and Ruhi too

How selfish is she.... don't worried about abhira still dreaming for soulmate marriage

Ruhi needs to face a mirror. She understands and supports no one- not even herself, let alone others. She only manipulates people to do her bidding.

Armaans realization that he can't actually think of Abhira leaving him is too little, too late.

He didn't value her, he needs to pay the price.

It's good Armaan accepted his fault. He never valued her. Let him pay the price. He and Ruhi should get a reality check especially Ruhi.

Continue soon please..

How I wish Armaan pins for her while she moves on to love another man as that spineless git deserves nothing not even tiniest bit of sympathy.

Thanks for update.

Too late for realisation for armaan he needs to suffer before abhira decides to listen or even see him.

Continue soon plz....

Beautifully written..

Erhhh I really hate Ruhi.. hope she suffers more..

Armaan is still confused.. curious to know more about Abhira..

Continue soon

Thank you so much for the feedback so far It really helps to see where your feelings are at, because I personally tend to get quite attached to the characters when I write them. Even Ruhi, would you believe it? I just can't have an out-an-out villain without any nuance. I personally thought that it would be extremely hard for someone like Armaan to tell Ruhi flat out that he does not feel the same about her anymore. He is a typical people-pleaser, so this would be pretty big for him. Not that this redeems him, but it's a step in the right direction at least, and from his perspective, overcoming this personal barrier was a huge obstacle to surmount.

That being said, your feeback siraankhon par And I will keep that in mind as I write further

PART FOUR

As Abhira waited for the train, the weight of her impending departure settled heavily upon her shoulders. Watching the other families at the train station around her bid goodbye to their loved ones, made her heart ache. She couldn't shake the nagging feeling of regret for not bidding a proper farewell to the Poddar family, the people who had welcomed her into their lives, albeit grudgingly.

But a strange voice, eerily familiar yet foreign, whispered in the depths of her mind—a voice that sounded uncannily like Ruhi's. It told her that they were never truly her family, that she had always been an outsider looking in. It was only fitting that while the Poddars would all be together, she, like always, would be alone, out of their sight and mind. Soon, they would get over her absence. Especially the elders. After all, she was never the perfect bahu material, like Ruhi was. Her outspoken nature, her refusal to stand down and stay silent when she saw that something wrong was happening—it was seen as a flaw, a sign of disrespect, even by Armaan. And though she loved them, she convinced herself that they would be better off without her, just like Armaan.

And yet, despite it all, Abhira couldn't deny the love she felt for them—all of them. Vidya maa exuded the same warmth that her own mother had, wrapping her in a cocoon of love and acceptance. Madhav uncle, with his protective instincts and sage advice, had become the father figure she had always longed for. And Manisha Chachi-sa, who had always looked out for her, had been a constant source of joy and laughter in her life.

And the kids! Who would have thought that someone who had grown up as an only child would so quickly bond with siblings, forging connections that felt as strong as blood? It pained her to think of being separated from their mischief, their witty banter, and their unwavering love.

Charu, with her ambition and determination, had always felt like a kindred spirit to Abhira. She wondered, would Charu find the strength to continue to challenge the family rules and pursue her dreams, or would she be resigned to a life of conformity and tradition? Abhira couldn't bear the thought of Charu's light being dimmed by the weight of societal expectations.

And Krish, with his boundless energy and passion for dance! She had watched him grow and evolve, his talent blossoming with each graceful movement. Would he be able to make it as a dancer, or would his dreams be crushed beneath the weight of practicality and necessity?

So many questions swirled in Abhira's mind, each one more daunting than the last. But amidst the uncertainty, one thing remained painfully clear—she would never know the answers. She would never see them again, never witness the unfolding of their destinies, never be a part of their lives.

Perhaps they would hate her for leaving without a proper goodbye, for abandoning them without a second glance. Perhaps that was for the best. They would never understand the turmoil that churned within her, the need for her to reclaim her sense of self-worth.

Armaan's eagerness to be rid of her, even before their agreed one-year contractual period had ended, his readiness to cast her aside had cut her to the core. How could he reduce her to nothing more than a burden, a charity case to be disposed of at his convenience? The realization stung like salt in an open wound, reminding her of her own vulnerability, her own naivety. She had allowed herself to fall for him, to believe in a love that was never meant to be. And now, as she prepared to leave it all behind, she couldn't help but wonder if she had ever truly known him at all.

As Abhira's thoughts drifted back to that fateful moment in the temple, a knot tightened in her stomach, a knot woven from the threads of doubt and suspicion. Armaan's insistence that he hadn't prepared the divorce papers rang in her ears, echoing with the hollow ring of uncertainty. Could he truly be telling the truth? Or was it merely another layer of deception, another veil to obscure the truth?

The presence of those divorce papers in his possession, gnawed at her like a relentless pest. If he hadn't prepared them, then who had? And more importantly, he clearly knew about the papers. Why had he chosen to keep them, to carry them all the way to Mussorie? Why had he not torn and discarded them?

Questions swirled in her mind, each one more perplexing than the last. Was it possible that Dadi-sa, with her disdain for Abhira, had orchestrated this scheme, manipulating the strings of their lives like a master puppeteer? Or perhaps it was Ruhi, Armaan's steadfast companion. From the moment they had met, Ruhi had made her feelings for Abhira abundantly clear, her resentment simmering beneath the surface like a dormant volcano. Was it possible that Ruhi, driven by her possessiveness for Armaan, had taken matters into her own hands, determined to rid Armaan of the burden that Abhira represented?

The more Abhira pondered, the more the pieces seemed to fall into place. There had to be a link between those papers and Ruhi's relentless campaign to undermine their relationship, with her interference, her subtle jabs and barbed comments—each one a dagger aimed at Abhira's heart. It was clear that Ruhi saw her as an interloper, an unwelcome intruder in the sanctity of her friendship with Armaan.

But who was Abhira to pass judgment on the dynamics of Armaan and Ruhi's relationship? The realization cut deep, a jagged wound that refused to heal, for it laid bare the uncomfortable truth, that perhaps Armaan's silence spoke volumes, that his tacit approval of Ruhi's actions said it all. Armaan's compliance was an affirmation of his bond with Ruhi, a testament to the strength of their connection.

And in the midst of that connection, lay the promise that Armaan had made to Abhira's mother, a promise that had loomed over Armaan. Abhira had not seen it then as she did now, but the weight of that promise had pressed down upon him, suffocating him, a constant reminder of the obligations he could not escape. By disappearing without a trace, by severing all ties with Armaan and his family, Abhira would free him from the shackles of guilt, from the burden of responsibility that threatened to crush him beneath its weight.

As Abhira wrestled with the bittersweet irony of her situation, her heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words and shattered illusions, she couldn't shake the poignant realization that the one she would miss the most, the very embodiment of her hopes and dreams, was also the one who would likely breathe a sigh of relief at her absence. It was a paradox that twisted her heart into knots, leaving her gasping for breath in a sea of conflicting emotions.

Tears blurred her vision as she replayed the moments that had led to this heartbreaking farewell—the arguments left unresolved, the words left unspoken, the love left unrequited. It was as if the fabric of her world had been torn asunder, leaving her adrift in a vast ocean of loneliness and despair.

The weight of her grief pressed down on her like a leaden cloak, suffocating her with its relentless intensity. Each breath was a struggle, each heartbeat a painful reminder of the void that now consumed her soul.

Despite the turmoil raging within her, Abhira couldn't help but yearn for Armaan's presence. She hated herself for the weakness that gnawed at her resolve, for the longing that still lingered in the depths of her heart despite the pain he had caused her. Despite everything, despite knowing that she meant nothing to him, she yearned to see him again, to feel the warmth of his touch, to lose herself in the depths of his mesmerizing green eyes, to be enveloped once more in the reassuring embrace of his arms.

In the quiet depths of her heart, she whispered silent prayers to whatever gods might be listening, praying for the strength to resist the siren call of her longing, to turn her back on the love that had brought her so much pain.

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Part Five

Thanks yeah that would be great 😃. I earlier used to watch Udaaraiyan and had started writing a revenge story there but after Fateh turned into a cheater I gave up after 4 Chapters so I have decided to write that for Armaan and Abhira but twerking it a little to fit the settings of this show. Basically Abhira would get married to another guy who is her Childhood/ Friend from college. They dated eachother but he moved away for further studies and when he comes back he finds Abhira all broken so he decides to take revenge. It was a dark story there in the Udaaraiyan setting Tejo and Rohan were childhood friends and Fateh was a weak man with no self respect. I hope to edit and post it in a few days hope you read it once I post it. I'll tag if you if you want.