A Drop Of Life - Ishqbaaaz FF

She Is Not Really Her ??

Questions jingled in his mind as he drove home.. All this time, he had thought about Ganga only as a victim of fate and just a plain orphan. But now that these photos had come forth, he doubted that she was any victim of just poor fate. The photos told a different story. His mind flew back to that day when she almost scratched him.. So this was it.. This was why she had lunged at him. For this bag. And here he was thinking at that time the bag contained drugs.. How foolish he felt.. He could have taken a look at the bag and confirmed it once and for all. But no.. He did not. Now he felt guilty about it.. He felt someone tap his shoulders. He heard Rudra speaking to him.

Rudra : O.. We have reached home.. 

Om : Uhh.. Uhh ok.. 

He got down and took slow steps towards the room where Ganga was put up. He didn't know how to approach her. Anger was one thing. He really didn't want to fall prey to her nails that scratched like sharp razors. But then she had been good and reserved for the past few days so he felt that she would not do a thing like that. He stood outside the door that spelled Rudra Singh Oberoi with two horns on either side. "Hmpfh !!! Suits him" thought Omkara. He knocked on the door softly but got no response. He knocked again, this time a bit louder but still he got no response. He slightly pushed the door and seeing as it was open, entered inside. He was met by a sleeping Ganga.. She was fast asleep with the lilac covers upto her chin. She looked peaceful and at ease. Slowly tip toeing back, he left the room careful as to not to wake her. He kept the bag in his room and sat on his favourite stool. He stared at the plain canvas. It had nothing on it yet for him as an artist, it spoke loads. It was a solace for him. Some kind of a means to escape from the cruel world he lived in. His creativity gave him hope.. Hope that in this cruel world, there is still place for humanity. He closed his eyes..

He held her hand as caressed the back of her palm with his calloused fingers. Years of sculpting and carving had made them hard yet his fingers found their way softly around her soft palms. He looked at her with warm eyes which were met by a pair of similar eyes that held mischief.

He opened his eyes. Angry tears filled his eyes. There was no place in this world for something known as love. There was no place in this world for something else other than selfishness and cruelity. People thought about themselves and don't really give two hoots about others. He looked back again at the blank canvas that tempted him. This time he was angered by the sudden rush of emotions that he grabbed a paintbrush, dabbed some paint and scratched on the canvas. He left the room after throwing the brush on the couch. The canvas now showed a picture of a black emptiness.. The emptiness of his heart. The haunting of his bitter past.

She woke up to someone pulling her hair and a weight on the side of her stomach. Frowning at being woken up, she slowly opened her eyes to see who the intruder was. She was shocked to see not one but two intruders on either side of the bed looking at her. A boy was almost on top of her, his mouth shaped in a perfect O and looking at her with wide eyes. On the other side, a girl was twisting a lock of Ganga's hair around her fingers smiling widely, her front tooth missing. Ganga tried to wake up but the boy shouted "Hands up !!! You are under arrest." Ganga smiled at the kid's childishness and decided to play along. She lay back on the bed feiging fear and said

Ganga : Oh, please leave me. I am innocent. Who are you ?

Boy : I am Police Ansh and this is Police Shivika.

Ganga : Oh please leave me.. I am really innocent..

Shivika : We will. But you must promise us something.

Ganga : And what is that ?

Ansh and Shivika : STORY !!!!

Ganga smiled a bit and got up holding both the toddlers in her arms care. She looked at them.