Ishkara – A new way of life- introduction
Hi frnds, I am a huge fan of Ishkara and I was really upset with ishana’s sudden departure so I thought of writing my own ff. I hope u all like it. This is a small intro from ishu’s POV. Please comment and tell me if I shud continue or not.
Here it goes,
I still remember the day, or to be specific the evening when I met him. I generally didn’t notice guys but he was different from others unique in his own ways. Those shiny hair around his face, those black eyes that carried an intense pain, those lips that had the worlds most beautiful smile to hide all the pain his eyes reflected, he was not a commoner, he was not just handsome but calm and composed. He was working on a statue with full concentration and dedication, his passion clearly visible in his eyes. I wondered how those eyes cud carry so many emotions at once and still manage to be so appealing. The feeling I experienced seeing him was unusual. It was as if I was being drawn towards him, that those eyes were hypnotizing me, there was a magic spell that bound me to stand there and get lost in his eyes. I was standing there looking at him, literally staring at him and I must have grabed his attention bcoz the next moment those eyes were looking straight into mine. I froze there as if a shiver ran through my body. I just wanted to run away but my legs weren’t helping me and I stood there.
“do u need anything?” his voice reached my ears. So the man with worlds most appealing eyes also had the worlds most appealing voice, I was again lost in my dreamland. The clicking of his fingers brought me back and I tried hard to maintain a calm and composed face.
“yes….no…actually” I was fumbling with words, a girl who never thought before saying anything was now struggling to complete just one sentence.
“are u ok” he asked and a genuine concern which came directly from his heart reached me.
“do u have water?” I finally thought of something.
He went in and brought a glass of water and I drank it all in one go. He was quite amazed and I felt relieved.
“I wanted to buy a painting for my frnd’s bday” I tried my level best to sound genuine and calm.
“ok, come with me” he went in and I followed him, we went into his gallery and I stood there stunned by the worlds most beautiful place. “ so mr. handsome artist also has worlds most amazing art gallery” I thought to myself. He showed me various paintings and described how each one of them was different from the others. I paid no attention to them as I was bust admiring the person who had created them. How he spoke of his work, the satisfaction, happiness and pride again beautifully potrayed by those wonderful eyes.
“which one do u want?” he asked.
“I love all of them, so I’ll buy all of them” I said with firmness.
“what!! U’ll buy all of them, really?” he asked completely surprised.
“yes, Ishana rana achieves everything she puts her mind to” I said with a tinch of pride in my words.
“ok, I’ll send them to ur place tomorrow” he said and went out as if I was just a regular customer.
The girl who bought all of his paintings and he had such a casual response. Even after knowing who I am, he didn’t care for who I was and what my status in society was. The girl who everybody dreamed of was so easily being ignored by him, my pride was hurt in way.
“I am Ishana rana, daughter of Vikram rana, the business ….” Before I cud complete, he interrupted,” I know who u are and who ur father is but honestly speaking NAA TO MAIN SURNAME MEIN BELIEVE KARTA HOON AUR NAA HI KHANDAN MEIN”
I was stunned by his statement and I realized what he said was right. The Ishana who was so proud of being a Rana, who took everything for granted. Who never let anyone interrupt her, who cared nothing about others, I was feeling bad for all those times when I had used my Rana tag to make ppl feel lower to me. In just 10 minutes this guy had changed my perspective of life.
“sorry” I said, the only word I felt that cud compensate for my rudeness earlier.
“its ok and its not ur fault, even my brother Shivaay is obsessed with being an Oberoi” he said with a smile.
“Oberoi, that means u r …” “ yes I am OMKARA SINGH OBEROI” he completed my sentence.
I was shocked, I had never thought that this guy in front of me, who was so simple, polite and kind was someone brought up with all luxuries at his doorstep, ther was no trace of pride in his voice nor in his actions.
“if u r an Oberoi, then y don’t u help ur father in business, u have such an empire to look after, why do u run this art gallery” I asked curious to know what he wud answer.
“ actually I have 0 interest in business” he paused for a moment and then continued,” I love painting, this is my love, my passion, without this Om is incomplete.”
He kept on speaking and I was once again lost in him.
“ are u even listening” his question broke my chain of thoughts, “ I know iam boring” he added.
“no not at all, infact u are interesting, I wud love to listen to u talking for the rest of my life.” I replied immediately.
“what!!” he asked shocked and I realized what I had said, I bit my lower lip. I didn’t know what to say or how to react.
“its getting late, I shud leave” I said and turned to leave.
I didn’t even wait for his reply or reaction. I started walking with my fastest speed and didn’t even once turn to look at him. my heart was beating faster than ever and my cheecks turned the deepest shade of red, “ u are literally blushing Ishana” I said to myself.
I don’t know what he must have thought of me but I remember that night sleep was miles away form my eyes, when ever I closed my eyes I saw him smiling, the entire night I was lost in his thoughts. He was the first and last person who had made me feel so different. I was so restless and desperate to meet him again. “ see u soon, mr. intense aankhon wale” I said smiling to myself.
How is it, I hope u like it. Please comment. I’ll like to continue if u all love it.