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Ishkara- a new way of life (Episode 15)

Ishkara – a new way of life – epi 15

Hi guys, how are you all? I hope you all are enjoying the story. I am sorry for not updating regularly, but I am so busy with these admissions and all, so no time, but I promise I’ll post as and when possible.

RECAP: Om tells the truth about their relation to Ishana……….Ishana is shocked by the revelation………..Ishkara share some beautiful moments

Oberoi Mansion,

Om’s POV

I am so happy today, finally my life is going the way I wished it to be. Mom is finally happy, although she was at first upset because of the divorce but after seeing Dadi’s love and support, she has moved on. She now helps Shivaay and Chote Papa at office and handles work better than Mr. Oberoi. We don’t know where is he, I guess he went to Svetlana but I know a woman like her would never go to a man without money.

Really, life has changed so much in these six months. As I was lost in my thoughts, ny phone started ringing and the name, “Ishu” flashed on the screen, how much has she changed my life. Her mere presence delights my mood, although she doesn’t remember anything from the past, she has made so many new memories with me and my family that we never feel anything missing. She is the best and most beautiful thing that ever happened in my life. I’m really very lucky to have her in my life. I feel really happy to be hers, no one can ever replace her in my life ever and for that in any birth.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I forgot to answer her call and it got disconnected. Now Ishu would kill me, I instantly called her back and before I could say something she started her chatter box, “Om, where were you? Why didn’t you answer my call? Say something, are you even listening?” “Sshh, let me speak first” I interrupted her question express, “I was thinking about you only and forgot to pick up the call” I completed.

“Oh really” she stretched every word, “Om, stop such cheesy lines. I know guys give all such excuses.” I couldn’t believe, but it was common to me, whenever I would become romantic, she would behave like a typical girlfriend and when I was straight forward, she will complaint that I am boring, how difficult is to understand girls. “Om, are you there?” her voice broke my chain of thoughts, “Haa” was my short reply. “Leave all this, tell me, did you try the shervani for tonight.” She asked me and I being Satyawadi Om replied, “Sorry Ishu, I forgot but don’t worry, I’ll try it later.” “Later, Om sangeet is today not after weeks, when will you try. Come on, get up, try it first and then I’ll talk to you” she disconnected the call. I had to oblige, I quickly tried the clothes and gave her a confirmation through a text message. I am eagerly waiting for tonight.

Ishu’s POV

After disconnecting the call, I picked up the beautiful white lehenga with gold thread work and sparkling stones, the golden blouse and the duppatta with golden stones all around the border. I picked up my attire and admired my Om’s choice. I changed and was desperately waiting to see Om in the white sherwani I had chosen for him. Mom helped me get ready, when one of the servants came and informed that Oberois are here. Mom went for their welcome.

Om’s POV

As I entered the beautifully decorated Rana Mansion, I saw my Ishu descending down the staircase, smiling, surrounded by her friends. She gave me “You look great wala look” and I replied with a “You look no less” look to which she just blushed.

We both sat in the centre with the rest of the family around us. “Dil karta hai, abhi shadi kar lu” I whispered in her ears, “Itni jaldbazi achi nahi, Mr. Artist” she replied giving me an impossible wala look.

Rumya and Shivika were performing on the song, “Punjabi wedding song (Hasee to phasee)”

Next was our turn and we performed on,
The music plays,

I forwarded my hand to Ishana,

Dekha hazaro dafa aapko
Phir bekarari kaisi hai
Sambhale sambhalta nahi yeh dil
Kuch pyaar mein baat aisi hai

Ishana sang while I admired her,

Lekar ijazat ab aap se
Saansein yeh aati jati hain
Dhoondhe se milte nahi hai hum
Bas aap hi aap baki hain

Pal bhar na doori sahe aap se
Betabiyan yeh kuch aur hain
Hum door ho ke bhi paas hain
Nazdeekiyan yeh kuch aur hain

Dekha hazaro dafaa aapko
Phir bekarari kaisi hai
Sambhale sambhalta nahi ye dil
Kuch pyar mein baat aisi hai

We enjoyed the music, she was an excellent dancer but for me she slowed her pace and i followed her moves,

Aagosh mein hain jo aapki
Aisa sukun aur paaye kahaan
Aankhein hamein raas aa gayi
Ab hum yahaan se jaaye kahan

Dekha hazaron dafa aapko
Phir bekarari kaisi hai
Sambhale sambhalta nahi ye dil
Kuch pyaar mein baat aisi hai

Phir bekarari kaisi hai
Kuch pyaar mein baat aisi hai

Everyone clapped for us.

Ishu’s POV

After our performance was done, Om dragged me to the corner of the corridor and asked me to meet him in the lawn in five minutes. “Now what is he up to” I thought to myself and followed him.

“Om, why have you called me here? Everybody would ask about us?” I asked, “Can’t I get five minutes with my would be wife?” he said placing his hands around my waist and pulled me closer. “Yes but not now” I said pushing him back and turned to go but he held my hand and pulled me back, “not so soon” he whispered in my ears, he moved his fingers on my back and I was getting nervous, “Om ” I said and he just hummed, I felt something like a spark in my body, but maintaining my composure, I pushed him and freed myself, “Control yourself, Mr. Artist” I said facing him. “What yaar Ishu, you are so boring.” He made an upset face, “Now I am going” I said. “Acha, at least take your gift and go” he said, “Gift for me, how sweet of you” I said and planted a kiss on his cheek and said, “Show naa”.

He opened the box and I saw two beautiful payals, “Shall I?” he said bending down and kneeling on one knee, I placed my foot on his other knee and he tied the payal. “Did you like them?” he asked tying the second payal. “I just loved them” I said hugging him tightly.

We went in after spending some time together.

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Prajkta

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