Hello doodles, I am back to post another story named as BEHIND THE BARS. This story revolves around Saumya and her life after she gets arrested on the day of her marriage. Do read the story and share your opinions. A HUMBLE REQUEST TO BHAVYA LOVERS, PLEASE STAY AWAY DEARIES OR ELSE YOU MAY END UP FEELING BAD.
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‘They say success is not in what you have, but who you are. And yeah she not only became successful but her dreams followed her path’ I am Lilly Raichaind, a lawyer… the story started two years back with my entry in her life and her entry in jail.
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“And the BEST FEMALE SINGER award goes to… Miss Saumya Kapoor” the hall echoed with the sound of applause.
She blinked her eye and wiped away the unshed tear. She looked at me and I smiled faintly and raised my palm and clapped.
“Congratulations” I moved my lips and curved it up in satisfaction and contentment.
She nodded a yes and muttered a thank you as she moved forward to receive her award. The soft walk of hers was graceful as her hands touched the award. Next round of applause echoed and this time the sound of applause seemed to be double. As far as my eyes reached all I could see was smiling faces of the audience and there hands swaying in the air to congratulate my friend, my best friend.
“Would you like to say something in this auspicious occasion?” the host asked extending the mic towards her.
Her hands engulfed the mike carefully as she looked at me again and started to confess the beautiful words for which a pair of ears waited patiently for two long years.
“Lilly… my best friend ever, she is my everything as I say” Saumya looked at me and believe me this sentence has already made me emotional and after that her loving look made a tear droplet to cascade down my eye. She nodded no indicating me not to cry.
She continued “I was not the person I am right now, for few months I became someone else… a person who only knew revenge and nothing else. This Saumya Kapoor who is standing in front of you today is all because of this girl… Lilly. She taught me the meaning of friendship, faith and love when I had lost everything. I have lose my everything in my life, my mom, my father, my brother and a family which I thought has loved me. Only people left with me right now is my Svetlana di, Tia di and jiju and their little champ and my best-est ever friend Lilly” she stopped and gulped down the pain that stopped her from saying further and wiped the tears away.
I turned towards Tia and Svetlana di, their wise were wet too. The happiness that Saumya has given to them by becoming the most famous singer is incomparable, I neared them and held Svetlana di’s shoulder. She smiled looking at me, we looked back at Saumya who continued to narrate “I came to Mumbai to complete my studies and chase the dream of me and my brother, he dreamt of being a singer and when he died in my arms only thing he said was, I failed to fulfil the dream thus you have to try and fulfil it Saumya, bhaiya… see I had fulfilled the dream… our dream, are you happy now… are… are you satisfied bhaiya… see your Sau-o-ki-maa (mother of hundreds)… has fulfilled the dream you once dreamt off”Saumya looked up saying the last sentence and her voice became more wet as she dedicated her happiness, her win to her brother.
“Now last… but not the least, Rudra… Mr. Rudra Singh Oberoi, I know you are watching this programme on your television, now these sentences are for you… you are that one duffer who taught me to be happy always, then as well when you are broken down… remember Rudra, two years ago when you were crying taking my head in your lap after the bomb blast I had promised you one thing… I have said…
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TWO YEARS BACK
“Saumyaa….” Rudra cried aloud.
My vision went blurred thinking my friend has died when my feet went numb and I sat down and silent tears traced the path down my eyes. But the man with broad chest and masculine body ran in the direction of the thick smoke.
“Saumya…” he cried aloud again and entered the smoke. After the silence for sometime all I could hear was “someone help… please help, my Saumya… my Sumo… Lilly, Svetlana di… lady baba… someone please help” Rudra was crying aloud for help.
Does that mean… does that mean Saumya is not dead, Saumya is alive… she is alive. My feet as if got it’s life back as I and everyone else who heard Rudra’s voice ran towards the thick smoke. I entered and Saumya was taking heavy breath by then and was in Rudra’s arms, he was trying to find the direction to get out of the smoke. His feet were trembling and he was crying for help again and again. He came out of the smoke, he looked around when a police officer informed that ambulance has been informed and it’s on way. He looked back at Saumya, who was coughing and heavy breath just increased moments after moment.
“Saumya… for… for me… keep yo-your eyes open… please Sumo… for… me” he said the words in pleading voice. His tears were falling over her pale face.
“Ru… Rud… Ru-ud..” Saumya tried to call his full name but failed.
He instantly replied “what happened… say… say Sumo”
“If… if I… ahoo, ahha… if I… I get… a… a… new life… then… that li-life would be yours… on-only yours” she completed her sentence breathing heavily and coughing continuously in between.
The ambulance arrived and she was being taken to the hospital. She did not die, she got saved but as she gained her consciousness her condition shattered the masculine man’s world.
“I won’t see your face Rudra, until I become someone whom everyone would be proud of” her last sentence was this to Rudra on the day she got discharged from the hospital
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…today is the day Rudra… I am one of the person about whom you can get proud of, about whom you won’t be ashamed to call your friend or someone more than that, and yeah… today I have got a complete new life and as I said that if I get a new life then it would be yours, so Mr. Rudra Singh Oberoi… this life is yours. I agree that I have put on a few kilos but believe me this world would never care about it, all it would care about would be my respect, I love you Rudra, I love you a lot” Saumya stopped smilingly after confessing all her feelings.
The programme ended that day. We all went to Saumya’s house to celebrate her success but she excused herself from us and went somewhere.
SO THIS WAS HER STORY, THIS IS ME LILLY RAICHAND… HER LAWYER AND HER BEST FRIEND, SAYING BYE TO EVERYONE OF YOU. HOPE TO MEET YOU ALL AGAIN SOME DAY, AT THIS SAME POINT WHERE I AM LEAVING THIS STORY INCOMPLETE. BUT WAIT… THE STORY HAS NOT FINISHED YET, SAUMYA HAS TO SAY SOMETHING TO EVERYONE OF YOU NOW. SO FROM MY SIDE IT’S A BYE.
I excused myself from the party as he called me, and after almost two long years I received his call and mouthed a hello. After hearing just a hi from his side I understood that the duffer was crying again.
“Meet me Sumo” he said me and has cut the call.
I am now waiting for him. I know his face would be red right now, no… not because of anger but because of all the crying job he did after listening to my confession.
“Sumo” ranged my name from his mouth from my behind. I immediately turned back. We are meeting almost after two years.
He is in suit just like his big brother wears. I have heard that he has gained a lot of name and fame in his fashion club but this change was unexpected. But the next moment what he did was he undid his coat and threw it up somewhere in the dark sky. His white full sleeved shirt has covered his tricep and bicep. He opened the shirt too, now he was in a sleeveless undershirt, my duffer… he exactly looked like the boy I knew three years back. The cute, duffer, cry baby Rudra.
“That suited, booted man isn’t your Rudra, but I am… I am my Sumo’s Rudra, my Saumya’s Rudra” he said as he neared me taking slow steps. I don’t know when my tears betrayed me and started to flow down.
“You know a theory has said that… if your love is true and you let that love go and then if your love returns to you…” he completed my incomplete sentence “…then that love belongs to you and only you… I have returned to you Sumo, I have returned to you two years back but now you have returned to me… you have accepted me back and gave me my chance to prove myself as your husband, as your friend and as your love”
“You still believe that I am your wife?” I asked and the moment he answered, my question seemed way more stupid.
“I have always thought you as my wife, yeah… I got distracted from my path for few months but it was always you… and you… and you inside my heart, I LOVE YOU SUMO… I LOVE YOU A LOT” he confessed and encircled me through his arms, my hands automatically locked him close to my heart forever and ever and ever.
He placed his finger over my chin and made me look up to his eyes which still showed some kind of guilt and teared up. I nodded a no wiping away his tears. We placed our foreheads together and inhaled each other’s breath as our tears touched each other’s cheek.
“I love you too” I confessed back. The pleasure took over me and it took me seconds to recognise that he has captured my lips as soon I completed my sentence. My lower lip between his hollow and he was enjoying my part as his. I dug my nails on his shoulders to keep myself standing as the pleasure increased every passing second.
THIS WAS OUR STORY, WE WERE STILL THE SAME SUMO AND CRY BABY BUT THE CIRCUMSTANCES MADE US GROW OLD A BIT. IT’S NOT THE END, IT IS JUST STARTING. MY STORY… HIS STORY… AND OUR STORY. THERE IS MORE TO KNOW… MORE TO EXPLORE…
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As Saumya and Lilly said that this is not the end, same way Nilanjana is saying that this is not the end but maybe the start and indication of the continuation of this story someday again. Thank You so much to everyone for reading and supporting me in this story. I not only had fun while writing but I thoroughly enjoyed knowing all of you. The unconditional love that you all poured in this story was out of my imagination so the amount of thank you-s are always less from my side as compared to all your love.
Thank you so so so much to everyone and specially to all of you…
Jasmine
Prabha
Niki di
Niriha
Fenil Bhai
Sanjukta
Neeru SABIKHI
Thanks a lot to them as well you read and appreciated it silently.
LOVE YOU ALL, HOPE TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN REALLY SOON WITH ANOTHER RU-MYA STORY.
BYE- NILANJANA