any ways hope you like it...
siddhima fans i sent this to you just incase you were interested in another story by me...not about that maiiyaji LOL...if you dont watch cckp but want to know the general gist so you can read the story basically to fams live in one house, one owns it the other rent it. owner and renter dads are besties and decide to marry off the owners eldest daughter (dimpy) to the renters second son (daksh) and turn their friendship into a risthaa...but daksh is powered by the need to make it rich and he is obsessed with his job, but agrees to the marriage as he and dimpy have known each other for years and are friends. but his psycho boss (lipika) is obsessed with him and wants him...so she cons him and pretends to be all nice and set up the wedding for them, but in the end she offers him money and a career through marrying her (i think) and he ditches dimpy at the altar...thats basically where the story picks up for this OS...
A few days
had passed since Daksh hadn't shown up to the mandap. Dimpy had locked
herself in her room and refused to come out. The only person that even
made it passed the doors was Ginny and only to be told that everything was
fine. Even though it was abundantly clear to everyone that (nothing) was
fine. The Tripathis were frantically trying to figure out where Daksh was
meanwhile Dhruv and Ginny had a strong idea of what had happened. Daksh
had promised Ginny he was going to go the the "Diyans" house and
figure out what she had done. Ginny curled up behind Dimpy and laid in
bed with her offering the only thing she could, her love.
Dimpy couldn't figure out what to do next. Everything was in pain,
everything hurt. It was weird because before Papa had brought up the
rishtaa with Daksh she had never seen him as anything but a friend. But
the pain her heart was feeling right now, was more pain than the betrayal
of a friend would cause. In just a matter of weeks she had started to let
herself fall for Daksh. She had started weaving dreams for herself...with
him. And now everything she had imagined lay shattered around her and she
still didn't even know why. He had simply not shown up, he hadn't
bothered calling nor had he shown up afterwards. For a second her heart
took over and she started to wonder if something had happened, if the reason he
hadn't shown up was because he couldn't, not because he didn't want to.
Dhruv looked all over the place for his brother but he was nowhere to be found.
He had even gone to the witch's house but was told she had gone out of
town for the weekend. He instantly knew something shady was up and
decided the only way he would find out was to go to the office. As he
went up in the elevator he couldn't stop himself from remembering the hurt
etched on Dimpy Bhabi's face, and with each memory his anger grew until he was
about to throw a punch the second he saw his brother. He stepped off the
elevator and was immediately shocked at what he saw ahead of him.
The whole house was destroyed, everyone found themselves taking sides.
Some believed that something had happened to Daksh, while others were
angered on behalf of Dimpy. No matter what version of the story they
believed one thing was certain everyone was hurt.
Ginny heard her phone ring but was too deep in sleep to acknowledge it.
She simply turned over and fell back asleep.
The next day when Ginny woke she found the bed next to her empty. It took
her a second to realize that that wasn't the norm. And that she wasn't in
her room but in Dimpydi's room. She shot up in bed and took a quick
recount of the room but Di wasn't anywhere. So she went in the hall about
to yell to awaken the rest of the family when she came to an abrupt stop.
Di was sitting in front of the mandir dressed and heading out.
Ginny was shocked it took her a second to find her legs and then she ran
up and asked, "Di?! Where are you going? What are you doing?".
Dimpy turned and looked at her sister and said matter of factly, "I'm
going to work." She didn't wait for a response and walked out of the
house.
Dhruv couldn't believe his luck. Or lack thereof. He had to get
home ASAP but of course his phone had died before Ginny picked up and now his
bus had broken down. He wanted so badly to kick and scream at the bus but
he knew it wouldn't change anything, and right now he didn't have time to
waste. He needed to get home so he started walking along the road hoping
to catch a ride.
Pammi and Avtar didn't know what to make of the news that Dimpy had returned to
work. They were glad she was no longer locked in her room, but they
weren't sure going out in public was such a good idea especially since they
didn't even know what had really happened. At least it was easier for
Pammi to give the Tripathis a cold shoulder than it was for Avtar. His
brain knew something bad had happened and he was pretty sure that the boss was
behind it. But his heart hoped that what he was thinking was wrong.
That the little boy he thought of as his son had a perfectly explainable
reason for not showing up.
****
Dhruv was huffing and puffing by the time he finally got home. He had had to run the last 5 miles from where he had hitchhiked to get home. But he was consumed by the need to get home so he didn't even realize that he was soaked from head to toe. He entered the house and was about to call out for Ginny when he glanced towards the dining area. Immediately, whatever he was about to say got stuck in his throat. He watched as the whole family sat at the table. Even Dimpy Bhabi. He had to take a second look to confirm he wasn't hallucinating. As he continued to watch her he noticed that she even cracked a smile a time or two. Oh sure, it was simply a surface smile but it was a smile none the less. He started rethinking what he had been about to do. It seemed as though everyone was trying their best to move on without knowing the full truth. He wondered if he should be the one to ruin what little progress Bhabi had made, or if he should just let God handle it Himself. Besides he could technically wait another few weeks before what he had to say became unavoidable. He was so lost in thought that he didn't sense Ginny come up from behind until she touched his arm and called out his name softly.
"Dhruv. You're back? I tried calling you but your phone went right to voicemail. Why did it take you so long to come back? And, why are you so wet?" Daksh turned and stared at curiousity on Ginny's face and before he could formulate an answer she continued, "Anyways, forget it. Dhruv I still can't believe it. Even after all that happened, Di is sitting with us. Eating dinner and smiling. Oh, I know it's not a true smile, but she's making an effort. And the biggest news. She actually went to work!" Ginny's face glowed in delight at the progress Dimpy had made, and in that moment Dhruv knew he couldn't share what he had found out. He didn't have the heart to wipe away the hope on Ginny's face. So he simply smiled and played along.
********
Days passed and things seemed to begin to go back to normal. There was still a surface tension that rippled through the air whenever the two families collided. But most were getting along, politely. The only member of the Tripathi family that didn't cause any tension was Dhruv. He had even started eating meals with Ginny's family downstairs. His Dad hadn't even bothered to ask him why. While his mom sat all day at the window waiting for Daksh to show. Both of his parents refused to believe anything except that something bad had to have happened to him for him not show up. After the third day of listening to their speculation on their "precious" son Dhruv couldn't take it. He got up and from that day forward he started eating downstairs. Ginny and Dhruv had started attending college again, neither enjoying their romance as they had before. Both always preoccupied with their own thoughts. The only person that didn't seem affected was the one person it should have dented the most. It seemed as though through out the ordeal of the wedding, Dimpy had found out something about herself. She had found that she loved her work, and that no matter what, well besides her immediate family, it was the one constant she could always count on. She loved being able to leave the worried glances that seemed to follow her around at home, to a place where everyone treated her like before. Where her getting left at the alter didn't define her. She also learned quickly that she was really good at what she did, something she had disregarded before, but now took pride in. She was also glad she had something to talk about at the dinner table. She wasn't sure if everyone pretended to be interested because they wanted to make her feel better, or if it was genuine. But whatever it was she was glad they participated. Even her mom had started inquiring about her work. She was finally able to start breathing again. The people in town had stopped gossiping about her wedding, or lack there of, and the world was finally moving forward...
To be cont..
Arps
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