Hola dearies...š
Hope you guys won't kill me. Posting an OS which have been reserved since 3 months.š¢š
This was supposed to be a birthday gift for Haseena di..but sadly could'nt happen.šš„ŗ
So when it is finally ready, am dedicating this to the most dedicated writer of our forum... dearest Haseena di..šš¤
Hope you all may like it...
Please do ignore typos and errors..š
JAHAN JAIYEGA, HAMEIN PAIYEGA
[Wherever youāll go, youāll inevitably find me there]
{ When someone else, especially our dear ones betray us, the feeling is just enough to burn ourselves. But what one would feel after betraying and befooling a noble soul. A naive, innocent girl.. undoubtedly to be named as the purest form of love. A girl born to love unbiasedly and unconditionally. Mehek Sharma wasnāt the one who deserved this kind of betrayal. You stole her heart and broke it into million pieces. Donāt give that devilish grin Mr Shaurya Khanna, this isnāt your victory, and donāt you forget those broken pieces are going to pierce your heart more badly. Very soon. }
(His inner voice spoke out alarming a sleepless night for him. But is this happening for the first time in his life?..No.. not really coz ever since the night he left her in the altar,sleep was no where in the vicinity ,over powered by worst of the worst nightmares. And it still continued to voice out..)
{ Well Shaurya khanna can beat anyone in acting, the way he befooled Mehek Sharma and her family sets the best example, isnāt it? So he can very well polish his acting skills to pretend that he is unaffected. Why you can't do it? Why you canāt hide your tears behind those black shades? Why you ran in haste and barged into Mr KD's room, offering him a huge money to get her out of the bars? Why you stealthily hid that one special photograph of her in your pocket? Why there formed a lump in your throat when Awara removed all those beautiful memories that adorned the blue walls of your room? Why you felt a pang in your heart, when she pleaded with her teary eyes, to have asked her once for the recipe book? Why a pinch of guilt adorned your face while your mother fed you sweets with sarcasm?...does Shaurya khanna owe any answers to justify his actions... no...he canāt deny these facts. Fact is fact, one can lie but canāt hide the truth. Shaurya Khanna might be the most successful young business man at present but he canāt rule his heart anymore, unknowingly or unwantedly Mehek Sharma has conquered his heart. If her Jeevan chachu mentioned her as the interior to exterior texture of a coconut, he can be described as extremely vice versa of the same. He was strong as an iron from outside but too soft and tender from inside. Wait.. according to whom this description of him was apt. Poor Mehek described him to be like that. She was blind in his so called love drama..that she misunderstood his betrayal game as love. The happenings of the last three days ..well ignoring those two coward enemy duo Sanjay and Svetlana, he was the actual culprit. Everything was in his hands, he could have fixed everything right in a flicker of a second. }
Enough is enough okay...!!! (He shouted his lung out fisting his palm as his blood boiled hearing the accusations from his own heart...)
I donāt owe anyone an explanation to anyone, I did what was right to me. Even I was ready to pay the compensation for the same. She didnāt accept the same, it was completely her foolishness and her fault. Am not to be blamed for it. Itās always easy to blame me coz ,am arrogant, rich, successful...and everyone is so desperate to defame me isnāt it? May be I can pity on her for her foolishness. I fooled her cause she was such a girl full of nonsense. She thought she had changed me and I was completely bowled over by her appearance and appeasing personality!.... thatās the biggest joke of the millennium. There is nothing sort of betrayal,. .in this game I played my cards well and won coz she was such a weak contender. How funny it is...when I had befooled even my so called uncle and aunt, certified criminal masterminds. ....Mehek Sharma was nothing compared to them. What does she think about herself?...that ,with her so called mahaan nature she could change me forever?...I pity her for her misconceptions. I would go to any extent for my success...and I really donāt care about others. One should have the basic intelligence to distinguish between what is real and fake...and she was such a dumbo. I still remember the day when she slapped me...that canāt be forgotten so easily. So just gave her the best reply.. precisely tit for tat. And I have no guilty conscience for the same. Also Mehek Sharma is not the only girl who has been left in the altar, ..these things are much common in todayās world. I really hope Maa understands the same ....I canāt hear her daily lectures. She didnāt accept my money, but indirectly she is indebted to me as I did offer 5crores in return of her bail. (He bursted out bring out all his frustrations, clenching his fist in anger)
{Admit it.. that you can play very well with words, but that wonāt completely conceal your inner feelings. You are an animal...a true selfish animal in all sense. Isnāt it unfair to admit that you didnāt feel a pinch of guilt when you moved the steering and those wheels mercilessly ran over your wedding attire literally on the road of her dreams? What was Mehek Sharma to you?....a piece of shit or that wet sand glued onto your shoes ,that you kept on dusting? You have destroyed the most divine and precious feeling in the world Shaurya. You shouldnāt have done that to her. Have you ever thought what she might have felt then? Or how she had been living ever since then. Thatās impossible right...you donāt care for anyone and you donāt have time to spare. Nothing matters to you ...you are a stone-hearted businessman right!. Itās just profit that only matters to you.}
He startles on hearing a knock from the door ,there enters his butler Awara.
Sir, the investigation officers have returned back the CCTV footage.....said Awara in his most polite tone . Studying his masterās gesture, he made a quick exit after placing the DVD near the bookshelf.
(He let out a deep sigh trying to control the tiff with his mind, witnessing Awara's exit. Through the corner of his eyes , he passed a look onto the DVD. He switched to avert his gaze , but that never turned out to be an escape from his mind. )
{Do you have the guts to watch it Mr Shaurya Khanna? Watch.. how you have shattered the dreams of an innocent girl and her family. Arenāt you afraid to see her breakdown, of that girl who loved you with all her heart and soul?. You have been shouting out that you werenāt attracted by her physical appearance. And you think am going to believe you? I own your heart Mr Shaurya Khanna and don't you dare to fool me. I have got many instances to prove you are wrong. Mehek Sharma did have an influence and impact on you ever since your first meeting. You've been attracted to her like a magnet from the very beginning. The way your dark eyes sparkled, shooting a predatory gaze swallowing her being ,when she barged into your green room. The volcano of your inner feelings forced you to gulp saliva when you couldnāt stop glaring at her luscious lips. Her features shone even in the dim light. You were finding reasons to be near her always. Her long scented tresses resembled an invitation. You witnessed heaven when your palms glided over hers, when you intentionally helped her slice those veggies. Your eyes couldnāt stop dwelling into her does every time you held her by her waist. You did masters in scanning her features. You didnāt regret the time you both have spent in the apartment. You couldnāt breathe when her enchanting fragrance plunged into your nostrils. You stood numb inhaling her short breaths as her palms glided over your arms. Your senses froze the very moment she licked her juicy plump lips. When those droplets traversed all the way from her hairline to cleaves, caressing her perfect features...your heart beats rose. Her wet hair strands, glittering does , blood red lips and even that beautiful earring ,were driving you crazy. You couldnāt control the gush of adrenaline, until those water droplets hit your face. The feeling was divine , when you carried her to the balcony truly like her better half. You couldnāt stop smiling heartily when you fed her. You were confused what to emote as she held your hand, when you broke her fast. That was undoubtedly a priceless moment for you. She resembled an intoxication, that even forced you to dance with her, even though overshadowed by your ego. Though you were drunk that day , you couldnāt stop admiring her breath-taking features. You were patient enough to hear about your complaints from her. Even in your dizzy state you badly had an urge to capture her luscious petals. Few incidents happened, that too only because of your mistakes...even that slap Mr Khanna. You thought you were pretending to be a good boy, but you were wrong, coz you didnāt have any hard feelings for her. You had only one bad intention then...to get the recipe book. And pretending to love her , the idea didnāt crept into your mind. You were eventually falling for her..oops.a correction here...not you , it was your heart. You were desperately having an urge to embrace her, to feel her body, and the first hug of yours was magical. To add more to your merry she looked picture perfect in your coat.You couldnāt decipher anything as she looked ethereal when she was dressed up for her engagement. You loved it when she caressed your wound and your heart filled with content when you filled her hairline with your blood. You couldnāt express how your heart ached when she was getting engaged. Seriously, you felt like losing something precious. You followed her like a shadow, even for her first date with her fiancĆ©. Ever since then you became her knight in shining armour, protecting her from all the evil eyes. You literally wished to consume her while you helped her with the seat belt.You could sense her presence so precisely that you would hold her the very moment she trips . You witnessed the whole universe in her dreamy eyes as she tightly gripped your shirt and her heaving breaths fanned your beard. You had the best dinner of your life when you inculcated her eating style, relishing those lip smacking daal chawal via your fingers. That walk along the roads patiently hearing her sweet chirpings was literally priceless for you, though you pretended to be annoyed. Your heart sank when those tear droplets caressed her cheeks. You really did care for her and intended to wipe those precious droplets. Waves of emotions somersaulted in your stomach when she thanked you and embraced you with all love. Her tears seeped through your shirt's button hole, evoking the magic of love...ahh....you may not agree man...but that was love your first brush of love. You rescued her sister coz you really did care for her and her loved ones. You never mind to seek her permission to barge into her room. You thought of owing all rights of her. You never spared even a measured distance between your breaths, you loved intake of her exhales. Your heart ached like anything seeing her all dressed up for her mehendi, to adorn Ajay's name on her palms. You wished to engrave your name on her palms then. You loved being with her in that puddle even though you pretended to be annoyed. That very night you possessively held her silently conveying your madness for her. You were on cloud nine when you exposed Ajay's real intentions before her. You started reliving your dream of making her yours. You loved confusing her with your puzzling words. The way she scrunched her nose, squeezed her pouty lips ,everything locked your senses. You did smile, wink at her and compliment her whole heartedly, purely unadulterated. There was no bound to your happiness when she came running to you and confessed her love. Dwelling in the deep ocean of her love was the best phase of your life. Walking on the lush green lawn with her, hand in hand, proposing her for marriage in the most cutest way, chasing her and swaying her in air as she giggled, strolling with the cute little puppy tamatar lal, these were your most priceless memories. You wished to create more and more beautiful memories with her, coz those were worth to be cherished. Temporarily giving up your luxurious life you cocooned into her small life. It was customary for you to catch a glimpse of her beautiful face every now and then. You couldnāt control the gush of adrenaline when you mastered your thumb in rubbing her dusted captivating plump lips. You loved how she cared for you, when she became the sole medicine to heal all your wounds. Your gaze turned out of control when you forced her to work on your buttons. Your heart skipped with joy, when your taste buds devoured the sweet dripping from her tempting petals. That scented long tresses of her was one of your weaknesses and your lips sprouted signifying your happiness when you undid her hair. You were really hurt when you were asked to leave her life. You couldnāt hold back your joy when she was stubborn enough to get married to you. You couldnāt hold back your fingers from brushing that pink glow on her gorgeous face. You were her shield protecting her from all the evil eyes. You literally forgot you were respiring coz she left you mesmerized with her ethereal beauty and graceful performance. You overcomed your thirst of being an ardent admirer, by sealing your first kiss with her. Though you had secret intentions, everything just vanished for a second when your gaze was locked with her tear filled intense eyes, as you carried her in your arms. Then.....}
Enough...ok!. I donāt want to hear a word more. Not a single word more. I donāt need a lecture on this bloody crap called love. What you want?...huh... what the hell you want me to do?...to watch this bloody crap footage?..fine then here we go, am watching this. (He couldnāt take it any more, pulling out his hair being frustrated , he questioned his self. And, annoyingly pushed the DVD into the player. Relaxing on the bed, he aggressively pressed the remote button.)
(Everything from the decor to lights flashed on his TV screen. The ever bright and colourful wedding procession. With the grandeur of a handsome royal prince he stepped into the hall, being welcomed by Sharmas.
His breath hitched once again for the moment when he saw the most gorgeous bride. He couldnāt stop admiring her via the TV screen. Sensing a reaction from his inner self, he composed himself brushing aside his thoughts. He just blinked his eyes all the while watching those wedding rituals, photo session and those happy faces. Unbeknownst to him a hearty smile decorated his lips when the Jai mala ritual appeared on the screen. How they lovingly fed each other ,how she held his hand before parting and how he assured and promised her to be back... everything flashed on the screen taking him back to all those memories. Followed by buzz of people moving around. The beautifully decorated altar all set for the wedding ceremony. The panic stricken face of everyone out there after finding the groom missing. He was watching everything calmly until that visual froze the screen. He saw a vulnerable bride over there, after learning that her groom has gone missing. His cheek muscles contracted and eyes moistened watching that footage. Though the audio had been muted , he could vividly feel and hear her, watching her distraught state. He got up from the bed and moved closer to the TV screen. He gulped saliva literally swallowed his guilt, as her face was soaked in tears while holding the material of his turban. From her lip movements he could clearly get that she was helplessly shouting out his name umpteen times. A corner of his heart ached witnessing her condition. Unbeknownst to him, his palms gently moved up to touch the screen. As the visuals moved forth and back , he couldnāt literally breathe further as he saw her in a completely devastated state, sitting on her knees in the altar. He could spot all those faces controlling their tears witnessing her breakdown. A lone tear escaped his eyes as his palm caressed her tear stricken face via the screen. He never imagined her to be vulnerable. Though he realized her pain and longing , via the way she hugged him after his return. He couldnāt understand or imagine how she might have reacted being left at the altar. Though his heart kept on saying these things, he wasnāt justified until he saw the footage. Wiping that tear drop with his forefinger , he barged out of his room.
Picking up one of the premium liquor bottles from his bar , he searched for the keys of the store room and headed towards the same. Gulping almost a quarter of the drink, he stepped into the store room. His eyes were red as blood as he scanned all those portraits that hung on the storeroom wall. A few days before these were a part of his room. )
Hey there Mehek Sharma.....see...am drunk again, that too only because you. Earlier your slap forced me, and now ....now.... itās happening again because of you. Donāt think that am saying this coz am drunk...no...am alright... completely normal ..(laughs). So the question is why I am drinking at present?...do you want to know?. Coz I want to forget everything and have a peaceful sleep. Am hell tired of explaining this bloody heart ,that what I did was right. Ok...if at all somehow I would convince my heart. But ...but still there is one more problem ...and that is you...yes ..you Mehek Sharma. Why canāt you just get out of my mind? Why your dreams and memories keep haunting me? I just left you right!.....but why you arenāt leaving me. I want peace Ms Sharma, I want to get back into my old life. So please leave me. I am sure about my feelings, it wasnāt love Mehek. And...what did I see in that footage?...you were completed devastated. Do you know how it hurts me to see your condition. Why you are doing this to me?..(he said in his dizzy state, bringing up all those subtle emotions)
(As tears swarmed in his eyes , with his stumbling legs he moved out of the store room. The intoxication controlled his body as well as his senses. Gulping more content of the bottle, via his zig zag foot steps he reached the bank of the swimming pool. The water reflected all those memories of her. With every blink of his , her picturesque images flooded in front of his eyes. Her smile appeared as ripples on the water. He was a man consumed by wanderlust, having an urge to travel every corner of his heart and erase all her memories. But she was not letting him do so. She wandered as the air he would breathe. The intoxication badly hit his nerves and he saw her approaching him in her wedding attire. She neared him with tear filled eyes , shooting a million questions. He couldnāt decipher anything. Just leave...just leave me...he shouted and moved back throwing away the bottle. He could spot her enticing figure in every foot step. As if she kept on reminding him that he wonāt be able to get rid of her memories. She will follow him like his shadow.
Aji roth kar abb, kahan jaiyega
Jahan jaiyega hamein paiyega
Aji roth kar abb, kahan jaiyega
Jahan jaiyega hamein paiyega
Aji roth kar abb
(By sulking because of me, Where will you go?
wherever you'll go, you'll inevitably find me there)
Somehow he managed to get back into his room, locking the door behind him in a hurry as of preventing her entry. It was all vain as he was awestruck seeing her occupying the balcony. He dared to look into her love filled eyes. The moment their gazes met, an arrow of guilt plunged into his heart , he lowered his head unable to meet her eyes. He pursed his lips and shut his eyes to erase all memories. But she still ruled his thoughts. Unable to judge the situation, he quickly pulled down the curtains, concealing the balcony view. To his utter shock , when he turned up he found her occupying the couch next to him.
Nigaahon se chhup kar dikhaao toh jaanein
Khayaalon mein bhi tum na aao toh jaanein
Aji laakh pardon mein chhup jaiyega
Aji laakh pardon mein chhup jaiyega
Nazar aaiyega ,nazar aaiyega
I dare to Hide inside my eyes
I dare you if you won't come in my thoughts
Even if you will hide behind millions of Curtains
Yet you'll be Conspicuous to me
Aji roth kar abb, kahan jaiyega
Jahan jaiyega hamein paiyega
Aji roth kar abb
Feeling defeated he walked to his bed. Pulling out their photograph from the drawer, he settled on the bed. He gently caressed their picture as tears fell on them. Leaving it aside, he covered his face in his palms. She came near him and knelt down before him. Gently holding his palms. She brought one of his palms closer to her heart and the other closer to his. He was dumbfounded feeling the synchronization of their heart beats. He couldnāt find words to speak, while his lips vibrated endlessly. She gently rubbed his lips with her delicate fingers. Her eyes asking him to realise it is love and her tears pleading him to confess the same.
Jo dil mein hain hothon pe lana bhi mushkil
Magar usko dil mein chhupana bhi mushkil
Nazar ki zubaan se samajh jaiyega
Samajh kar zara gaur farmaiyega
(It's hard to bring what's in the Heart on to the Lips
But it's also hard to Conceal it within the Heart
You may fathom the Language of the Eyes
Having done that, Please express a bit of care)
Aji roth kar abb, kahan jaiyega
Jahan jaiyega hamein paiyega
Aji roth kar abb
He was motionless witnessing her pleas. She moved bit closer to him , cupping his bearded cheeks in her palms. He could feel that she is an inevitable part of his existence.Her fingers ran over his face studying his features. Conveying how it is difficult for her to live without him. He couldnāt emote anything as he was about to lose his conscious. He fell on her lap partly closing his eyes. He could hear her pleas for not leaving her. Stuck with the realisation that he canāt live without her he closed his eyes. Nahi chodoonga mein....Nahi chodoonga tumhari Saath (I wonāt leave you)..he mumbled with a broad smile before getting into a deep slumber.
Yeh kaisa nasha hai, yeh kaisa asar hai
Na kaabu mein dil hai, na bas mein nazar hai
Zara hosh aa le chale jaiyega
Zara hosh aa le chale jaiyega
Thehar jaiyega, thehar jaiyega
What kind of Intoxication and its impact is this?
(Neither my heart is not in my control nor my Gaze
Let me get little conscious and then you can go
Please stay for while, Please stay for while)
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