Om threw one of his sculptors on to the floor as his eyes blazed with anger. His eyes screamed rage and his hands etched to scratch anything that came into view.
Om : Go away Bela.. Or should I say Ishaana. Huh !! Matlab aur kitna jhoot bologi ??!!You are not needed here.
Ishaana : Please Om. Listen to me atleast.
Om pushed his paint palets and brushes from the table and screamed Ahhh !!!! Ishaana jumped a step back at his outburst. She had never seen Om like that. He was one of the most sensible people she had ever met. But now he was a panther. A dangerous volcano ready to erupt into flames. She wanted to talk to him. And nothing would stop her.
Ishaana : Om, please meri baat tho sun.
Om : Sunne ka laayak choda hii kya tumne ? Ab kya baat karni hai tumhe ? Ya phir koi aur jhoot bolna hai tumhe !!
His words sliced her heart like a knife. Hot tears sprang into her eyes.
Om : Mei idiot tha. Mera Omkara Singh Oberoi nahi Idiot Singh Oberoi hona chahye tha jo tumpe bharosa kia tha. Tune ek baar bhi nahi socha iska nateeja !!! Paiso ka itna laalach !!!
Ishaana : Nahi Om. Please meri baat sun. Ek mauka do.
Om was fuming with anger. He didn't want to see her . He didn't want to see her in tears. Seeing her in tears only made him go weak. And he didn't want to go weak. And when he closed his eyes, all those memories that he spent with Ishaana. And then those memories of when she played with his feelings and the moment he came to know the truth about her. He took hold of the tablecloth and pulled it away.
Om : Just go away Ishaana. Mei tumhara iss chehre ko kabhi nahi dekhna chaahta hu. Just get out.
Ishaana : Om please !!
Om : Tumhe samajh mein nahi aata kya !! Securtiy !! Security !! Kaha mar gaya tum log ??!!
Few guards came rushing in. Om looked at them angrily. The guards bent their heads down.
Om : Where were you ?? What took you so long ??
Guard : Sorry Sir. Vo..
Om : Whatever. Please force this stranger out of here.
Guard : But Sir. Ye tho Bela Mam hai..
Om : Did I ask you ?? Jitna kaha hai, utna karo. Zyaada oversamart banne ki zaroorat nahi. Just force her out.
The guards took one arm each. Ishaana struggled between them. She wanted to scream. She screamed.
Ishaana : Om. Please meri baat suno. Om.. I love you.
Om : Shut Up !! Just shut up Ishaana. Do you even know the meaning of those three words ??? Had you known the meaning, you wouldn't have done this to me. To us.. But no. So please, do not speak what you do not mean.. Take her away.
Her screams of protest were drowned as she was taken away leaving Om to drown himself in the Room of Doom as his happiness of a Happily Ever After slowly swept away from him leaving him in darkness. He let those silent tears fall from his face. The tears that he had been keeping at bay for long. Shivaay was walking to Om's room after a walk in the gardens. He wanted to talk to Om first. His brother had been in a tensed mood ever since he returned home in the evening. He wanted to make sure his brother was ok. He heard screams coming from his left.. He turned to see the guards forcing Ishaana through the halls. His eyes widened. He rushed to them..
Shivaay : Stop it !! Ye tum log kya kar rahe ho ??
Guard : Sorry Sir. Hum vohi kar rahe hai jo Om Sir ne humse kaha.
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