Abhimaan OS/TS/SS

OS 1 - New Life

In this OS, after Rohit called Armaan as Sautela brother, Armaan decides to leave the Poddar house because he is guilty that Rohit left the Poddar house because of him .... He sees Abhira and she too supports the decision because she know Armaan is too broken .... They take their luggages and leaves the house without paying any heed to the Chorus Gang who were crying at them not to leave the house but they left ....

Abhira and Armaan came out of the house and boarded the bus to Mussoorie and went to her house where she and her mumma used to stay ....

The bus ride to Mussoorie was filled with a heavy silence, punctuated only by the sound of the engine and the occasional bump in the road. Abhira sat next to Armaan, her hand gently resting on his. She could feel the weight of his sorrow, the guilt gnawing at his heart. She knew leaving the Poddar house was the right decision, but the pain of leaving behind their family still stung.

As they arrived at Abhira's house, memories of her childhood with her mother flooded back. The house stood as a symbol of her mother's strength and love, a beacon of hope in times of distress. She led Armaan inside, her hand never leaving his.

"Armaan, you're not alone," she whispered, guiding him to sit on the worn-out sofa. "We have each other, and that's enough."

Armaan looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and sorrow. "I feel like I've failed everyone, Abhira. Rohit, the family, you..."

Abhira shook her head, cupping his face in her hands. "You haven't failed anyone. You did what you thought was right. Sometimes, things don't go as planned, but that doesn't mean you've failed. We'll start anew, together."

That night, as they settled into the small, cozy house, Abhira knew what she had to do. She wanted to give Armaan a fresh start, a new beginning, and there was no better way to do that than to make their bond official. As they sat on the porch, watching the stars, Abhira took a deep breath.

"Abhira," she began, her voice steady, "I want us to get married. Tomorrow."

Armaan turned to her, surprise and uncertainty in his eyes. "Armaan, are you sure? After everything that's happened..."

"Yes, I'm sure," she interrupted, her gaze unwavering. "We've been through so much, and we've always come out stronger. I love you, Abhira. I want to start our lives together, officially. We'll build our future, one step at a time."

Tears welled up in Armaan's eyes, but this time they were tears of joy. "I love you too, Armaan. Let's do it. Let's get married tomorrow."

Next day ....

The morning sun cast a golden glow over Mussoorie, bathing the town in warmth and serenity. Abhira and Armaan decided to marry in a small, ancient temple nestled amidst the hills, a place that symbolized peace and divine blessings. With no relatives present, their wedding would be an intimate, sacred union witnessed by the gods and nature alone.

Abhira dressed in a simple yet elegant red saree, its rich hue complementing her glowing skin. She adorned herself with minimal jewelry, wearing only her mother's treasured bangles and a small gold necklace. Her hair was neatly tied back, a few loose strands framing her face. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt a mix of emotions—excitement, love, and a sense of destiny.

Armaan wore a traditional cream-colored kurta with golden embroidery. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled, feeling a sense of calm and purpose. Today, he was marrying the love of his life, and nothing else mattered.

They arrived at the temple together, hand in hand. The temple was adorned with fresh flowers and lit with oil lamps, creating a serene and spiritual atmosphere. The priest welcomed them with a warm smile, guiding them to the sanctum where the ceremony would take place.