Don’t go, Ishqi! Kaise batau? Please. Don’t go.”
“Bas ek baar bol do. Ek baar rok lo!”
While he desperately wished for her to listen to his unsaid words, she earnestly desired for his feelings to find his voice but both, being equally stubborn – refused to give in to each other’s expectations yet couldn’t help but get silently restless at the coming tornado.
The tornado – that was going to take her away from him – far enough for him to never be able to bring her back and – that was going to snatch him from her forever – for her to never be able to even secretly hope for his love.
The tornado was all set to knock on their doors the next day. One was taking her to Singapore and the other was taking him to Rhea. Each passionately despised their respective tornado and even if they were dying to run away from their own tornado – they knew that the escape didn’t exist.
The escape… didn’t exist.
The only way to escape was – acceptance and confession. Acceptance of emotions and confession of feelings and that was something – neither of them was ready for.
She had her own reasons and he had his. Her heart was far too scarred by his hands for it to give him a second chance, let aside letting him know what he meant to her and his heart sank in guilt far too deep for him to find the courage to seek her forgiveness and a second chance.
While he was drowned in the ridiculous sufferings he had put her through, a part of him still hoped for her to forgive him. He knew he didn’t deserve it but he needed it. He needed her. His every act revolved around her. His love. His care. His revenge. All for her. Just for her. His every emotion was reserved for her.
Why couldn’t he see her for who she really was?
Why couldn’t he trust her when she kept asking for it time and again?
Why couldn’t he hold himself back from saying and doing everything that he had said and done six months ago?
Why couldn’t he?
Had he allowed his heart to say even a word while he was taking decisions – he would have made the right choices for his heart only knew one word. Ishqi!
And that word would have never – never let him walk on the wrong path. That word would have always put him on the right road.
The road to her!
The road to Ishqi!
His Ishqi!
RBTL – Reading Between the Lines. This is a scene write-up.
Drama Name – Ishk Par Zor Nahi.