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Now you may ask why I'm writing a Siddhima FF in the midst of all this calamity- and I assure you I don't blame you.
Infact if roles were switched I would react the same way, and also pray that you be saved from whatever mental ditch you have been tossed into by our pyare cvs.
But that is if it weren't me writing this.
But it is.
Therefore, please bear with it.
Now I had this idea, and I, of course, had to develop it, and while I was developing, I remembered a post by dear Arp which called a certain someone I will not name here as I am afraid the ph fans will somehow find out where I live and you know "burn my crops". Anyway, she called a certain someone a certain thing, and it was a lightbulb moment.
That was when I figured out how I wanted this story to go.
I also realized that unfortunately, despite one half of one of my favorite couples going around like she's on a constant IV does of meth, i still love the couple. So it's a love hate relationship that I can't let go of. They inspire me. They fire me up. They... you get the drift.
I had to write this.
So this will be short, about as long as my previous FF [Link: Fate, O So Cruel Fate]
And some parts that are written in complete seriousness you will WILL laugh at because' well it's just weird/W*H was she on when she wrote this/ridiculous. I'm a wacko' but according to Remix that's a good thing so enough said.
Oh and it will have random moments of SaVan from Baat Hamari Pakki Hai, just because I love them, and because I can 😛.
So Enjoy Being Here, Only Ours Today aka B.H.O.O.T.!
The flash of lightning framed the single car racing down the abandoned road against the otherwise murky surroundings. The torrential rain fell rapidly against the windshield, staying for hardly a second before being brushed aside by the swift windshield wipers. Inside the car, the driver was a worried and frightened expectant father, who despite knowing the dangers drove one handed. His face contorted in agony as he expertly maneuvered the uneven roads. His other hand was securely imprisoned in his wife's death grip; she mangled his hand as each contraction tore through her, willing her to scream out in anguish.
"It'll be alright," he said fervently, "it will all be alright."
He grimaced as his wife cried out again, clutching her abdomen, " We're almost there," he added, speaking more to himself than her. He repeated the words, almost like a chant as he sped towards city limits, cursing the day he had thought to move. He clutched the wheel tightly, one wrong move and it would all be over. He had to get out of this d*&m countryside! The city, their city, it was the only place safe. He prayed feverishly, please god just let me get us there safely, please! He shook his head once again, water ran down from his hair, forming pools near his eyes, blurring his vision, atleast he thought it was the rainwater, it could just as well be his tears of regret. The tossing of his head did no good, taking a chance he took his hands off the wheel-what could one moment hurt?
It could hurt.
"Siddhant!" She screamed from beside him, "Siddhant!"
In the nanosecond it had taken him to wipe away the water, a truck loomed in their vision, heading towards them at an appalling rate; they could do nothing but wait, and pray.
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