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KUCH TOH HAI TUJHSE RAABTA —RIKARA SHIVIKA RUVYA—SHOT THREE

Recape- avika’s parents death…defamation of oberios…avika commits suicide
After few hours
Anika gained consciousness… “Mr.Oberoi…things could have gone out of control but…now she is out of danger but as she has lost some blood she is very weak and needs proper rest and medication..and most importantly plzz keep her away from stress…these are the medicines please get them…i’ll take your leave” he said to shakti and left
“Avika puttar tune yeh kya kardiya…humare bare mein bilqul nahi soocha(Avika what you did…you didt even thought once before doing this) dadi said sobbingly
{Omkara was not in the room…}
Avika-“I m sorry dadi..but i don’t want to be the reason of the defamation of the oberios…specially omi…you saw na how these media people defamed my pious friendship…with friends with benefits…( a lone tear escaped her eyes )…i was so much hurt that…(sobs and couldint complete the sentence)”
Jhanvi stroked her head caringly- We have accepted you as a daughter not just for saying…but we actually mean it…(looking at pinky angrily) and nobodies allegation can turned up to that…
Avika- Aunty…i m sorry i didn’t mean to hurt u all its just that i cant see any one raising finger on reputation of oberios…because of me…
Jhanvi- firstly no aunty…for you its maa..rudi tumhen di sirf bulata hi nahi hai balki poore dil se manta hai…isliye aaj se no aunty sirf mom…
Avika- (smiles in tears ) – Maa… can i call you maa…instead of mom…please
Jhani nods and hugs her…Dadi and others smiles…except pinki…
She turns to shivaay and rudy
Rudy- Di aapne achcha nahi kiya…aapko pata hai main kita dar gaya tha…{what u did was not right…you have no idea how much I was scared seeing u like that} (sits near and sobs )
Avika- i m sorry rudy…please forgive me (holds her ears )
Rudra hugs her like a small child hugs his mother (only allegorically)
Rudra- (still in hugging position) aap ko lagta hai main aapse kabhi naraz ho sakta hoon…(smiles) {do you think I could remain angry with you for so long}
Shivaay caress her hair: “ Don’t you dare do anything like that again..aur tune sooch bhi kaise liya kit u humari badnaami ki wajah hai[and how can you even think that you can become the reason of our defamation]…behen bhai ka guroor hoti hai[sisters and brothers pride ]…aur yeh sab karke tu unlogon ko sahi prove kar rahi hai..[ and by doing all this you are proving them right] (tear escaped his eyes) samjhi…[understood]
Avika faintly smiled and nodded… “ Bhaiya Omi kahan hai?” (where is Omi big brother)
Rudy: “O ko to maine kafi deer se nahi dekha hai…aapko room mein lane ke baad kafi disturbed tha…but after that I have not seen him…” (I am not seen o since we brought you to the room you was quite disturbed after that)
The trio looked at each other…. “ ART GALLERY!!!” they exclaimed in chorus..
“Bhaiya i need to go…(she tried to get up)”
“Avi…tu abhi bahut weak hai…” Shivaay said (AVI… You are still very weak)
“Nahi bhaiya Omi naraz hai mujhe jana ho ja plzz…” (no brother he is angry Omi is angry on me I need to go)
Shivaay slightly nodded

At Art Gallery
Om was standing near his easel and aggressively stroking black colour on the canvas making random lines and anger was flowing as tears from his eyes…
“Omi!!”
His hands stopped with the sudden familiar voice…but resumed his work…
“Naraz hai ho…” the voice came close (angry on me)
“Nahi…naraz apno se hua jata hai…gairon se nahi…” om said blankly yet tauntingly (No… We Get angry on those who are loved ones not on the strangers)
“gair…huh…itni jaldi mujhe gair kardiya…” Avika placed her hand on his shoulder (Stranger…huh… You made me stranger so soon)
Om jerked her hand and moved away…
“ Omi…plz i m sorry…” her voice broke while pleading
“ DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT…!!!” he screamed making her jump in fear…his eyes were red and puffy full of anger and pain… “ omi main aapni dost ke liye tha vo dost jisne mujhse promise kiya tha ki chahe kuch bhi ho jaye vo mujhe chod kar nahi jaye gi…vo dost jis pe aapne bhaiyon ke baad main sabse zyada bharosa karta tha…” (I was Omi for my friend what promised me that she will never ever leave me whatever maybe the circumstances… That friend Kumar trustedr after my brothers…)
“I’m sorry yaar…plzz” (sorry buddy please)
“ Mat keh yaar mujhe…mat keh…dost hota na to tu aisa nahi karti..kabhi nah karti…tujhe pata bhi hai kaya beeti thi mujhpe jab tujhe us hlat mein dekha tha…dar gaya tha main aapne ek laute dost ko khona nahi chahta tha…” saying this om turned his face (don’t call me buddy… just dont… If you would have ever considered me your friend then you would have never done that… Even realise how I felt when I saw you in that condition… I was scared dammit… Scared of losing you…. I don’t want to lose a friend of mine…)
Avika stood silently bowing her head down crying bitterly…
“ Sorry omi plzz…plzz mujhe maaf kardo…i m sorry…plzzz…omii..(sorry omi please please forgive me please I’m sorry sorry omi….” her voice started fading as she kept her hand on his shoulder but before she could complete her sentence she started loosing her consciousness due to weakness…
“ I said stopit Avika…( he said and turned to her and saw her fainting )…Avi…Avi ( she fainted in his arms) Avi…Avi…get up(he patted her cheeks her gained little consciousness but still weak to even sit on her own..om took the glass kept near him )Avi paani pi….[have water](he tried to make her drink water )
“ Pehele bolo ki tum ne maaf kiya…” she moved her head away from the glass and requestd him…(first say that I am forgiven)
“tum paani pio pehele…pir baat karte hain…” Om insisted (don’t act stubborn… first drink water)
“Nahi pehele kaho ki tumne maaf kiya” she remained adamant (no.. first say that I am forgiven
“Haan…baba…haan maaf kiya aab paani piyo…( she gulped bit and was now completely in her senses) [ ok ok… Defecation about rainwater]
“ pakka maaf kiya na mujhe” she made a puppy face..(sure u have forgiven me)
“ tu janti hai na tujhe zyadader tak naraz nahi reh sakta main…” he pulled her cheeks…(you know I can’t remain angry on you for a long time)
“par tu promise kar phir kabhi aisa nahi karegi”(but first promise me that you won’t repeat this again)
She nodded like an obedient student
They came back to oberoi mansion…
Obros were always by her side…

A week later
Everything was back to normal
“yes yes mr. Kapoor..dont worry main kal aaraha hoon…aafter all yeh exhibition mereliye bhi bahut important hai …okay see you then tomorrow…” om Cut the call (yes yes Mr Kapoor don’t worry I am coming tomorrow after all this exhibition is very important for me ok see you tomorrow)
“Shivaay…!!!…Mom… !! Dadi…!! Are yeh kahan hain sab log…(Where are everybody)” om called every one
“ kya hua om aise chilla kyun raheho ??” jhanvi said (what happened why are you shouting like that)
“Mom main kal exhibition ke liye germany jaa raha hoon…” om said casually (mam I’m going to Germany tomorrow for exhibition)
“tum bhi germany jaarahe hoo?? Jhanvi said (you are also going to Germany??)
“what u mean tum bhi mom?? (Who do you mean I am also)
“Are tum bhool gaye kya Avika apne fashion week ke liye bhi to kal germany jaa rahi hai…” jhanvi said…(did you forget AVIKA is also going to Germany for fashion week tomorrow)
“Shit main bilqul gaya tha usne mujhe specially invite kiya tha but aab kaise…..”(shit I totally forgot that she has she especially invited me for her Fashion Week… But now how can..)
“Koi baat nahi omi tumhara exhibition bhi to important hai na aur vaise hi tumhara exhibition to 3 din main khatan ho jaye ga mera fasion week to poora hafta chale ga …tu aapna exhibition khatam karne ke baad aajana…no big deal…right??”(no issues omi your exhibition is also important and by the way your exhibition will get over in 3 days and my fashion week is for 4 week after wrapping up your exhibition you can be with me in my fashion week no big deal right)
“ yaa.. fine” they smiled and went for their respective packing

Precap: surprise…surprise….suprise…on readers demand…Anika and Gauri’s entry
Hope you all like this and be ready for thenest update with the entry of AnRi…

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