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04A| Shivi OS: Soulful Connect ✓

Hello all,

So I don't follow the show, have just watched clips and promos and vms and know about it through the discussions and stories on them. So my stories wouldn't be based on the show but in an alternate universe. This OS is also in an alternate universe. This had been written for another couple, but posting the Shivi version here. As mentioned above, the characters wouldn't be related to the show and hence their age, characteristics etc may vary. Do share your views.

(Slight mention of violence, it's very mild. So I don't think there's anything triggering in the content)

Chained down by the shackles of false accusations and betrayals which shattered every ounce of her heart that had loved her family immensely in the 25 years of her existence and enveloped by darkness not just from outside but from within as well, she sat at the corner of her cell, her hairs disheveled and her white saree stained by bright red and brown. Her eyes were red and her face was stained with tears. A lone tear slipped out again from the shallow orbs which had shed enough tears all this while. Tears of helplessness, tears of pain, tears of anger and tears of self-loathe, all had flown down those orbs of hers which were once upon a time, sparkling stars with dreams and emotions for all. Now they were those empty and hollow pools which no longer held the power to shine again.

And then echoed those menacing footsteps of the devil personified, her form gleaming due to the faint light behind. Truly life and destiny believed in the concept of irony too much. For those with dark souls gleam in light while those whose souls gleam are enveloped in darkness!

The door to the cell opened and in marched her, the sadistic tormentor to whom humanity and mercy were alien emotions. She, that powerful puppet which could be controlled all but just one master puppeteer - Money! A woman who hadn't flinched when she beat a to be mother mercilessly and killed her child. She, a woman who was here, standing in the cell of the very woman she had harmed, standing infront of that mother whose unborn foetus she had inhumanely killed. She, a woman who had come here to mock at the misery of another woman. The merciless, sadistic jailor of the cell- Anita Mehra!

Extending her rod in front, she lifted her face with it, the tear marks and red eyes, a sadistic satisfaction to her heart. Her smirk grew wider when she gazed into those hollow orbs which were as good as dead!

"I had told you not to interfere in my business hadn't I? Now this is the price you had to pay darling. I'm sorry for your loss. Really, I'm very sorry. Only if you had heeded to my warning." she said with a mocking tone in her eyes.

But she did not move neither did her face show even a slight change. This surely made Anita furious. She slapped her face hard with the stick making her frail form stagger but not one sound escaped her mouth nor her expression changed even a slightest bit. Angered beyond measure at her lack of response, she started beating her again but she dint show any reaction. It was as if she had become immune to the pain inflicted on her for she had already experienced the worst pain ever possible - the pain of losing her unborn child, the pain of seeing it flow out of her body as blood, the pain of being unable to protect it!

After she was satisfied, Anita finally left the cell. After she was gone, she managed to sit up and went back to her initial position. Just as she did, she heard the jail door open again. But yet again, she did not look up at all! The lady hurriedly entered and kneeled down infront of her, her eyes filled with tears. She took out the tube of ointment and gently applied it on her wounds but she showed no movement at all.

This made the lady's eyes tear up all the more. She couldn't bear to see the child this way! But she was too low both in power and position to do anything. She caressed her hair and pressed a kiss to her forehead.