(UDAAN) *SUKOR OS- THE GREEN SCAR*

Heya Sukor shippers ? so I came up with a one shot well it will be more of a flashback setting with a tiny change. At first I want sure about posting this cause it seemed like all this happened long and I thought you guys would not be interested but then thinking about giving a last chance I finally decided to post it. So here it goes..

Chakor’s eyes welled up in tears as Suraj’s loud cry echoed within the silent struck village of Azadgan. She watched the needle pierce through his soft skin, true enough he was a built man but only Chakor knew the baby skin her Six feet tall husband possessed. The villagers watched the drama that played in front of them some gasping in horror as to how one could be so vicious to his own flesh, while some moved in the rhythm of joy recalling all the pain he caused their families as he was inflicted with pain today, some cries watching a once obnoxious goon now sacrifice all he had. The tattoo was complete and Suraj’s hand was let free which ironically symbolized his first second as a slave to his monstrous father whose eyes gleamed in joy watching the freshly stamped tattoo on his son’s reddish pink skin.

“Behold villagers, today I present to you one of my many examples of what happenes when you disobey me. Kamal Narayan Rajvansh” he spoke holding Suraj’s hand high. Suraj looked down in defeat he didn’t have the strength to meet anyone’s eye. His once prized possession being his freedom was now snatched thanks to the green scar on his wrist.
KN pushed his son away causing him to fall on the hard rocky ground as the sun shone at its brightest. Chakor ran in a jiffy towards Surah her eyes pooling up with tears as she watched her husband wince in pain.
“Does it hurt” Chakor sobbed
Suraj merely nodded his head negatively not wanting Chakor to add up more problems into her mind.

“Don’t lie I know it does” She caressed his wound and tattoo.
“Now if you two lobe birds are done with your daily dosage of romance I’ve got to take your husband somewhere” KN grabbed Suraj by his wounded hand. Chakor as a reflex held onto Suraj’s free hand not wanting him to leave. He released his hand lovingly patting her cheeks he left along with his father.

*CHAKOR P.O.V*
I watched put of the window recalling the happenings in the morning. I wanted to meet Suraj one more time. I needed to be with him. I wasn’t sure if I’d pass the night being sane if I didn’t meet him. I cursed myself for trusting Shikhu to save my Suraj.
“Chakor” Tejashwini ma looked concern.
“Eat something my child” she tried to force feed me.

“Please no I don’t want anything. Besides,I’m not sure if Suraj has even eaten or drunk anything since morning.
“Ma I’m going to see Suraj” I stood up to run.
I ran away ignoring a screaming Tejashwini ma. My idea had to work.

*SURAJ P.O.V*
I’ve been locked inside the room for the past 12 hours with nothing to eat or drink. My phone has been smashed and I looked like a beast reincarnated. My face was cut and my palm was now a shade of purplish blue thanks to the morning fall. My arm carried a fresh cut as a result of me trying to break the door open. I sat on the bed giving up. I needed my Chakor. I WA pretty sure I’d die insane tomorrow if I didn’t see her by tomorrow. I heard my window getting smashed by a pebble of some sort. Before I knew a hundred oddly shaped stones and pebbles were flying in the air. Some hit my window while some fell back down aimlessly. I opened my window to find a gleaming Chakor wave like a five year old. She placed a ladder from god knows where she found and finally climbed up. She entered through the window pushing me off panting.
“Chakor” I smiled sitting next to her.
“Surah how have you been? How is your wound? Did you eat? Did you drink? How the hell had you got these new wounds…” She kept speaking without a breath.
I just pulled her into a bear hug twinkling in joy. My heart burst in contentment having her close to me. Close to my heart.
“What’s with all the fast questions are you panning on leaving fast” I asked laughing.
“Nope” She smiled.

*3rd PERSON P.O.V*
Suraj grabbed the lunch box Chakor brought him and got ready to eat. He yelped in pain as the gravy came in contact with his bruised hand Chakor grabbed it and blew it trying to sooth the burn.
“Does it hurt”
“Ya” he replied scratching his head.
She ran to get the first aid box and emptied it’s contents on to the ground which was now replaced by furniture. (The room was ripped of by its contents)until she found the necessary antidotes. She carefully cleaned his wound dropping a tiny kiss over it taking Suraj back for a second but he didn’t bring it up. He strangely wanted to be treated like a baby. Chakor wrapped the bandage and finally fed him.

*1 HOUR LATER*
“Suraj I’ve gotta go”
“No don’t go” he pulled her down to his lap wrapping his hands around her firmly not letting her escape.
“Surah I’ve already got you into enough trouble. I don’t want to hurt you anymore” She cried.
“What are you saying woman? YOU’RE THE REASON I’M ALIVE EVERYDAY. YOU SAVE ME EVERYDAY” He stopped her.

“No Suraj, I always hurt people that are close to me. I’m nothing but bad luck”
“Shhh…” Suraj whispered wiping her tears pulling her towards him. She now sat on his lap her face facing his. She merely hugged him burying herself in his neck.
“I always hurt those I love”. She said not realizing the gravity of her words.
“Look at me. Nothing is your fault” He cooed placing a kiss on her forehead.
Chakor fell asleep clutching Suraj’s t-shirt. He pulled her closer and laid his head on hers letting sleep take over. He didn’t know what tomorrow held but with her in his hands. He had all he wanted and needed.