Hey people's..........
To be honest, I hadn't planned on writing this one..... But as I was reading a verbal fight between the fans at some random webpage, this idea popped up in my mind.
And i couldn't resist it....... So here it's is.....
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Here in this ss, the story will start form today’s episode where both Arman and Abhira are completely devasted. It continues form there,………….
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Abhira laid on the floor grieving at her loss, but the room filled with her baby’s name seems to come and her eat alive. She started to feel pain in her chest, a panic attack at the verge.
She felt suffocated. Air!! She needed air. She crawled to the edge of the bed, struggling to stand, even to move. Stumbling she somehow managed to stand straight while supporting herself with the bed.
She left the room, and rushed towards the garden area; wanting to take solace under the stars above.
She had always did that, whenever she had felt helpless. She talked to her Mumma; who would as if by miracle, calm her down; even after being so far away from her.
As she gazed at the starry night sky above, a wave of realization hit her. From today onwards, she would find not only her Mumma-Papa there, but also her baby.
Her BSP. Her flesh and blood. Her baby, whom she had raised in her womb for seven months straight. Her chotu, to bring whom in this world she was even willing to give up her life.
Her baby, whom she didn’t even got a chance to take in her arms; whom she wasn’t even able to take a look; whom she had lost forever.
Fresh batch of tears streamed down her face, at the thought. She collapsed on the grassy floor below completely shattered. Her whole body shook with the weight of her grief.
She sat there crying hard, letting the tears flow until she was left with nothing except hollowness.
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Arman was in the same condition. He had lost his everything. Earlier his BSP, then Daksh and now his love of life, his reason to live, his only lifeline, his wife – his Abhira.
The moment she left the threshold of the mansion, he felt as if someone had stuck all the air out of his lungs. Like he was in the middle of Pacific, and his only hope to keep him from drowning; was leaving him. He felt broken beyond repairs.
Vidya sat there, her heart crumbling at the sight of his grief. She gently stroked his hairs, trying to comfort him.
Flashbacks started to play in his memory in loop.
His first meet with Abhira; their banter; Yuvraj’s case; Akshra’s death; his marriage with Abhira; their contract marriage; the ordeals they faced together; their cute little moments that made them fall for each other; their closeness; her care; her love; her antics; her anger; the way her cute little nose flared when she gets angry; her eye roll upon getting irritated; her scolding when he didn’t took good care of himself; their confessions; their pre-marriage rituals; their love winning above all ordeals and finally them getting married.
A sly, small made its way to his lips at the thought.
The day they became one emotionally, mentally and physically. The intimacy they shared; making him smile wider.
