Part 48: JKR in action

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"Most painful pain is when you realise your love is no more yours"

Did I just say that!?

Now it was my turn to be the statue.

It appeared Anamika had passed on her role to me now.

So like a silent spectator I took a back seat to watch the confrontation that was bound to happen.

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Ishita's POV

As he tried to pull out the ring that sat on my ring finger, in an instant my other hand landed on his cheek.

And to be frank, I am not a tad bit ashamed or guilty of doing that.

He deserved it. Didn't he?

He was definitely shocked and was probably trying to register what just happened.

His left hand rested on his reddened cheek and mouth hung open.

He blinked twice, thrice at the gap of few seconds not believing that I had actually slapped him.

For a brief moment I pitied him but then his words rang in my ears and actions flashed in front of my eyes, which made me even more furious.

I was not done yet.

The slap was just a trailer...Picture abhi baki hai...

I went ahead and grabbed his collar.

"How dare you?" I said shaking him furiously.

He was taken aback and almost fell but steadied himself just in time.

"Aap hote koun ho? Aap ne khud ko samajh kya rakha hai? Aapko lagta hai aap bhagwan ho jo sabke zindagiyon ka faisla khud karoge?"

"Ishi..."

"Chup...bilkul chup" I did not let him complete "Aap bilkul chup rahenge. Samajh gaye na aap. Ek dum chup" I warned waving a finger at him.

"Ab mai bolungi aur aap sunoge. Koshish bhi mat karna kuch kehne ki. Samjhe na aap" I made my stance clear and he slightly nodded amused at my actions.

"Apko kya laga? Aap writer ho to sabki zindagiyon ki kahaniyan aap khud likhoge?"

"Agar sare failse apko khud hi lene the to phir apni kitab ka ahkri panna khali kyun chod diya? Usko bhi khud hi bhar dethe. Ye kyun kaha ke ab ye faisla mere hath me hai ke mai chahun to is akhri panne par apki zindagi ka anth likhun ya phir ek nayi kahani ki shuruath. Jab ke aapne apni aur meri kahani ka anth khud hi likh diya tha"

A stream of tears flowed along with the ocean of my emotions.

"Mujhe nahi samajh atha ke aap sabith kya karna chahte hain. Khud ko mahan banana chahte hain ya phir meri nazron me khud ko itna girana chahte hain ke mai apko chod kar chali jaoon."

"Par ek bath kaan khol kar sun lijiye Mr. Raman Kumar Bhalla, aap chahe khud ko kitna bhi bura sabith kar do, mai apko itni asani se chod kar janewali nahi hun. Samjhe na aap?"

I yet again warned him by pointing my finger.

He had come out of his shock and was now smiling at me.

That smile on his face made me even more furious.

I realised it was my confession that I would not leave him at any cost what made him smile.

"Has kya rahe ho? Aapko chod kar nahi jaungi iska matlab ye nahi ke aap mahan ho ya phir aap mujhe pasand ho. I just hate you"

I had lost all my strength by letting out my anger, frustration and all emotions that had clouded my mind until now.

My knees felt weak and I collided into his chest holding his collar for support and kept mumbling "I hate you Raman"

"But I..." Raman had begun saying something when a voice from another direction was heard

"Tumne sahi kaha tha. Maine sach me bahut der kar di"

Did he just say that!?

------To be continued------

Ughh! This was more difficult than I thought...

I now admit that confrontation is not my cup of tea...

Nevertheless do tell me if u liked it or not...

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