This one starts from the Makar Sankrati track.
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“Huh! Tumhe darr hai ki tum haar jaogi, aur phir tumhe yahaan se jaana padega, isiliye tum challenge accept nhi kar rhi ho.”, Ahaana tried to irk her.
“Main haar se nhi darrti. Aur baat yahaan se jaane ki hai, to vo to hum bhi dekhenge, kaun yahaan rehta hai, aur kaun jaata hai.”
“Yahaan koi competition nhi hoga.”, Vansh commanded.
“Par Vansh…”, Ahaana tried to protest but his one glare was enough to shut her up.
“Kyu Mr. Raisinghania? Main raazi hoon, Ahaana bhi raazi hai, to aapko kya problem hai?”
“Maine jo kaha, vaisa hi hoga. Jisse khelne ka itna hi shauk hai, vo kahin aur jaake khel sakta hai. VR mansion mein nahi. Kisi ko koi dikkat?”, he glared at Ahaana who stayed quiet.
“Mujhe dikkat hai! Tum samajhte kya ho apne-aap ko hmm? Main tumhari koi katputli hoon? Har waqt hukum chalate rehte ho? Mujhse to tumhara koi rishta bhi nhi hai na. To jaane kyu nhi dete ho mujhe? Khush rehna apni biwi ke saath. Aur aaj tak jo bhi maine yahan se lia hai, vo sab waapas kar dungi. Fikar mat karo, kisi ka udhaar lene ka shauk nhi hai mujhe.”, saying this she went into her room and began packing her things.
Unable to bear it more, he too, stormed into his room and let out his anger and frustration on the objects.
Hearing the sound of shattering, everybody ran upstairs. It seemed as if a hurricane had hit the room, everything was in pieces, including his heart.
Dadi sat near him and caressed his face. ,“Vansh…Beta usse jaa-“
“Not today, Dadi.”, he moved away.
“Bhai, aapko to khush hona chahiye ki vo middle-cl-“
“Enough, everybody! Leave me alone!”, he growled.
“Boss…”, Angre stepped forward.
“Angre, take everyone away from my sight or…”, he tighened his grip on the edge of the bed.
Angre, who well knew his boss’s temper, took everyone to the other half of VR mansion through a secret passageway.
Reaching out for a bottle, Vansh poured the whiskey into a glass and without diluting, drank it in one go.
Mujhe peene ka shauk nhi…
Peeta hoon gam bhulane ko…
He chuckled.
Riddhima was devastated to see him like this, but she didn’t let it show up on her face. Maintaining a determined look, she handed him all the gifts he gave her.
The anklets, the ancestoral bangles, the VR ring, everything.
“Sab kuch to waapas de diya hai. Mera dil bhi de hi do…“
He looked at her, with hope in his eyes. A sigh escaped his mouth. His heart was feeling heavy. It felt as if his ribcage would shatter any moment.
She was also having a hard time controlling her tears. Without once looking back, she ran downstairs, wiping the tears that had managed to escape.
She was about to step outside the door when she heard the piano play.
Mere Mehboob…
Her breath hitched hearing a familiar voice.
Qayamat Hogi…
It was his voice, his voice which held various emotions.
Aaj Rusva
She turned to face him. He seemed… vulnerable.
Teri Galiyon
His gaze met hers. His eyes had turned deep-red, while his face was pale.
Mein Mohabbat Hogi
She noticed a shiny streak on his cheek. He was crying.
Aaj Rusva
Teri Galiyon
Mein Mohabbat Hogi
Unknowingly, tears started to fall down her eyes.
Mere Mehboob Qayamat Hogi…
Aaj Rusva Teri Galiyon
Mein Mohabbat Hogi…
Her feet made their way towards him. While he continued to punch the keys of the piano, expressing his emotions with every note.
Meri Nazrein To Gila Karti Hain
He smiled at her and continued to sing, averting his gaze.
Tere Dil Ko
Bhi Sanam Tujhse Shikayat Hogi…
Mere Mehboob…
He drank a gulp of liquor directly from the bottle.
Teri Gali Maein Aata Sanam
Nagma Wafa Ka Gaata Sanam
Tujhse Suna Na Jaata Sanam
Phir Aaj Idhar Aaya Hoon Magar
Yeh Kehne Maein Deewana
Khatm Bas Aaj Yeh Vehshat Hogi
Aaj Rusva Teri Galiyon Mein Mohabbat Hogi
Mere Mehboob…
He played the last note and looked at her, teary-eyed, but she was nowhere to be seen.
Disappointed, he rested his head on the chair and closed his eyes, when he heard a melodious voice.
Mere Mehboob Qayamat Hogi…
She rubbed her hand with her palm and closed her eyes, feeling the gentle breeze hit her skin.
Aaj Rusva Teri Galiyon
Mein Mohabbat Hogi…
He looked at the direction of the voice and saw her standing near the window.
She gave him a broken smile, who in turn chuckled, brimming with tears of happiness.
She didn’t leave him.
But his consciece questioned him.
Is he really worthy of her love?
‘No’ came an instant reply.
All the times he had doubted her, blamed her, berated her, came flashing in front of his eyes. He had disowned her, when she needed him the most. At times, he had even questioned her love for him, which was indeed pure, but the flames of revenge and his mighty ego had blindened him.
Disgusted by himself, he fell on his knees and looked at her blankly.
The ruthless mafia and businessman, Vansh Raisinghania, was broken.
The guilt of giving her the pain which she didn’t deserve, was eating him up.
Although all the proofs were against her, but deep down, he knew, that his sweetheart was innocent. She was just used.
Though everybody instigated him against her, he knew, that she was not the real culprit.
But needless to say, he always suppressed those feelings and continued to punish her, but never did he realize that she had already been punished, more brutally than he could ever imagine.
He was shameful for his act would be an understatement. Not only he hated his own self for his wrong-doings, but he didn’t have the courage to ask her for forgiveness.
“Riddhima… I am sorry… You don’t deserve a moron like me, you’ll surely get someone better, and I hope him to be the best. Best of luck…for your fut-“
Before he could complete, she pulled him in a bone-crushing hug.
“Riddhima, I…”
“Shut up, you b*stard!“
Her scream dissolved into sobs.
A deep cry rose within his heart and he let it pour down.
They both cried their heart out in each-other’s embrace.
Although, he did wrong, but even she wasn’t a saint. They both were perfect for each-other, in their own imperfect way.
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This one shot is close to my heart. So, thought to share it here too…