Arylie- OS/TS/SS

Whose Fault Is It? (TS-1)

Hello People. I AM BACK!!!😁😁 So, after crying buckets in the morning, I am here with an alternate version of today's episode. I don't blame any one of them at the moment, this version just came to my mind and hence I thought of writing it down. What are your views on the episode? Do tell me.
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Aryan kept blaming her for all that happened. Imlie subconsciously knew that he was right so she let him take out everything inside him and stood quiet until he mentioned the name of Aditya Kumar Tripathi.

Aryan:-You loved your gudiya more than my cheeku because she is the daughter of Aditya Kumar Tripathi.

Imlie took few steps in backward direction unable to absorb the words.
Imlie:- What did you say ABP? Do you really think that I.....instead of listening this from you, it would have been better if I had died today leaving YOU and YOUR CHEEKU. (A subconscious no got uttered from his mouth listening to this.) YOUR CHEEKU????????????  IT WAS AN ACCIDENT ABP!!!! I GOT IT THAT I SHOULD NOT HAVE RUN UP THE STAIRS BUT I DID NOT FALL BECAUSE I RAN. SOMETHING WAS THROWN UNDER MY FEET STEPPING ON WHICH I SLIPPED AND FELL DOWN. I DID NOT FALL ON MY OWN. I DID NOT WANT TO DELIBERATELY KILL MY OWN CHILD. (She yelled at the top of her lungs and then fell down on the floor crying hysterically while he stood there almost unaffected by her words.) You know what...thankyou. Thankyou for telling me that this is what I am destined to hear whole of my life. Thankyou for making me realise that I should never expect someone to not blame me about my past. I guess Amma was right. Thankyou for telling me that I will never be able to leave it behind. Thankyou.

He went to the other side of the room and hit his hand on the wall with all of his force. His heart wanted her to come and stop him again but his mind was clearly the dominating one today. His hand started bleeding and she without any second thought brought the first-aid box and started cleaning his wounds.

Imlie:- Don't do this otherwise our hands would part ways.

Aryan:- Let it happen then. (And he withrawed his hand back.) You want to hold my hand. Let me tell you, that every time you touch me, I will be reminded of the enormous pain, the loss of my cheeku. Now, if you still wanna hold it then go on.

Imlie never wanted to be the reason of his pain no matter how angry she is. She left the room without saying anything and packed her stuff.

(Author's POV:- I don't get it that why did she pack a potli? I understand that she didn't want his bag or something but for god's sake....she earns too. She is a writer in a billionare news company. Where is her money? 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️Writers have just....... samagh jaao aage khud😑😑😑)

After packing her bag, she went to the same place and Aryan was still standing there facing the wall. She walked to him.

Imlie:-I will never ever give you the pain of me touching you again, I promise until you don't tell me to do so. But before leaving, let me feel you once for the last time, just one last time. Statue, ABP.

Although he was in no mood to do so, he agreed to what she said and he didn't know why.

Imlie brought the first-aid box and put ointment over his blood laiden hand and bandaged it and kissed it. She then stood on her toes and placed a soft yet long kiss on his beard making him close his eyes. Next, she held his face and kissed his forehead. A tear escaped from his eyes.

Imlie:-I am leaving today and probably will never return but I wanna tell you that I love you and till the end of my life, I will only love you. Maybe I will not return even if you ask me to because of what all you said today but that cannot change the fact that I love you. I will not be in pagdandiya just to tell you. (She again stood on her toes and rubbed her cheeks against his gently.) I will consider this as the last kiss from you.