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Ishkara- a new way of life (episode 5)

Ishkara – a new way of life – epi 5

I hope u all are liking the story.

RECAP: Ishkara went on a coffee date – ishu asks om about her place in his life to which he doesn’t answer and she leaves – she gets a call that om will die – ishu saves om but the bullet pierces her shoulder – om takes care of her
Lets begin with today’s episode,

Ishu’s POV

It has been almost two weeks to the attack, om is taking care of me but he hasn’t answered my question yet and eve I have not touched upon the topic, I guess I am just a friend to him and he takes care of me just because I saved his life. My frndship with shivika and rumya has also grown and they are so good. I don’t understand why dad has problem with them.

I was eagerly waiting for Om’s call or text but I guess patience is not my cup of tea so I picked up my phone and texted him but even after 30 minutes there was no reply. I texted again but no reply, I decided to call him but his phone was busy. Who the hell is he talking to for the last one hour? Mere samne to kuch kaha nahi jata aur ab baatein khatam hi nahi ho rahi. I got up and changed into white jeans with baby pink colour off shoulder top with frills. I know Om loves indian attire but right now I needed to be the old Ishana Rana so that I could get answers for all my questions especially my place in his life. Before leaving also I called him but same busy tone met my ears. I was driving a bit too rough but I couldn’t wait to know who the person was who is keeping Om away from me? I reached the gallery and was stunned to see the view in front of me. The entire gallery was decorated with white balloons and scented candles. For a moment I thought I had come the wrong way but then I saw something that said I had reached my destination.

In front of me I saw a huge portrait of me, it was the same white anarkali I was wearing at the temple. I cud never imagine that his art and talent was so magical that I was bound by it everytime that I fell for him more and more each time. My eyes were desperately searching for him and then I saw him, smiling at me, he walked towards me and I started blushing. I felt like the world’s most happiest person, I somehow knew that today I wud get my answer and I knew my life’s most awaited moment is here. I felt like my life is complete and that now I don’t need anything more, I cud never ask for anything more, I had got everything I cud ever wish for. He came and stood in front of me and then his voice reached my ears,

“PYAAR TO KARTE HAIN PAR JAATANA NAHI AATA
DIL CHAHTA HAIN TUMHE PAR BAATANA NAHI AATA
PYAAR KART HAIN TUMSE YE TUMHE BHI MAALOOM HAIN
PAR KITNA KARTE HAIN YAHI SAMJHAANA NAHI AATA”

I was completely lost in his eyes and had forgotten that I had come here to scold him for not answering my calls or msgs. But what to do, every time I look into his eyes its really hard to concentrate on something else (I know many of u will agree with Ishu). He knelt down in front of me and then I heard some thing my heart was eagerly waiting for,

“ BANKAR TERA SAAYA TERA SAATH NIBHAUNGA
TU JAHA JAHA JEYEGI MAIN WAHA WAHA AUNGA
SAAYA SAATH CHOD DETA HAIN ANDHEERE MEIN
LEKIN MAIN ANDHEERE MEIN BHI TERA UJAALA BAN JAUNGA”

“ I never believed in perfect love storys, I thought they only existed in books but after meeting u many things and thoughts have changed, now I believe in only one thin and that is u Ishana, I love u Ishana, u had asked me who u are to me today I’ll answer, u are my life, my breathe, my passion, without u there is no Om, u are not a part of my life but u r a part of me.” “ so are u happy to be my life” he smiled and tears filled my eyes.
He got up and I hugged him tightly and whispered in his ears, “ I am so lucky to be ur life, I love u too”. We both were lost in eachother.

So guys I hope it is not too filmy but I love things like this, I just wish even I get a similar one. Please comment.

Prajkta

Writing is like dreaming with words. We all have many stories hidden inside us, all we need is someone to listen, and someone to read through them.

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