Liebe hat den Tod besiegt OS

Liebe hat den Tod besiegt

As shivaay passed by the corridors of his majestic mansion...his eyes caught hold the sight of the room whose door was left ajar...the room reminisced many memories of them...them the obros...the room which was filled with the Echoes of " SHUT UP RUDY" and some deep meaning philosophical linws...the room which was the witness of sweet and naughty moments was now engulfed in silence...and sadly so was the man residing inside... unknowingly shivaay's limbs turned towards that direction which was now hardly visited by him... indeed time have changed a lot in these 10 years...with slow steps he proceeded towards the door reminiscing the olden days...the room which had variety of lighting and brightness was now under the sheets of darkness...and in the corner of the room because the window...a hand apparently in his late 30s sat with his wild mane open...bold black rimmed spectacles on his nose...and fist clenched holding something in his hand was placed on his chest right above the lace. Where his heart resides..his cheeks wet with the incessant flow of the tears and eyes closed as if trying to hold the pain inside...
Seeing his brother in this states his heart sank deeper and deeper...perhaps this was the reason why he never visited this room...
"Om..." He said softly breaking his chain of thoughts...
Sensing his presence he quickly wiped his tears looking in the direction of the voice...

" Waqt ho Gaya hai...Tera intezaar ho Raha hai...vo..vo tujhse aakhri Baar kuch kehna chahti hai..." Gulping down the lump of grief he uttered...

" Mujhse nahi ho paye ga shivaay...mujhse nahi hopaye ga.." fresh streams of tears soaked his cheeks..

" Uski aakhri khwahish hai...poori nahi karega...please chal..shivaay pleaded...

Om slowly stood up and walked towards his brother...

" You need to be strong om...you need to be strong..." He patted his shoulder in consolation...

"Meri taqat mujhse door jaarahi hai...aur tu mujhe strong rehne ke liye bol Raha hai..." He smiled painful and walked towards the guest room where his life laid lifelessly attached to many machines and oxygen mask...his heart pricked at the vulnerable sight...his love...his soul...his reason to live..was lying on her death bed counting her breaths...
The faces of the majestic clan hung in grief and pain...the most chripy chiraiya of the house was departing to another unknown universe...
Jhaanvi and daadi were on the bed beside her sobbing in each other's embrace...where as Tej and Shakti were busy in consoling themselves that soon there will be noone who will hop around them...taking care of them and calling them papaji and. Chote paapaji in her sweet voice...Rudra was crying in bhavya's embrace reminiscing his Chulbul bhabhi and the way she used to call him with utmost affection "Rudy bhaiya" while Anika w was consoling Pinky who was crying silently...

Where as shivaay stood with om...his eyes were dry yet red...he recalled how lovingly she used to call him bade bhaiya...how she used to complain about om when she got scolded by him...he was the one who brought her in this house...she filled the empty space that prinku left when she got married...but like his life his tears were in his control...though they reached his eyes but never fall... afterall he was THE GREAT WALL SHIVAAY SINGH OBEROI...he was not allowed to breakdown...and then there was om...who was not ready to accept the fact that his little Chiraiya was leaving him forever...soon there will not be any tinkling sounds of her anklets or bangles...no more cute pouts when she used to get angry on him...no more will be her melodious was will be heard when she used to call him "Omkaraji" with all the love she had...no more will her eyes reflect love...that was for him..only and exclusively for him...his mind was sure that she will leave him but heart wanted to make a last try...with all his love...he will have to fight to bring his  love...his Gauri...he just can't afford to loose her like that...