Trials Of Fire Ongoing G

Ch 65 Epi 135 New entry- a young sick boy . Advay Chandni, Pooja Darsh..... Love at different levels Matured

Pooja knew Darsh!

He was the kind of man; who would spend his entire day taking care of Aadi, making his day enjoyable and then take care of needs of Haider; while both Haider and Aadi were not related to him in any way. This man just cared…cared deep…cared sincere….. And then, in return somehow, Pooja couldn’t not care….

“It feels sad, doesn’t it, that you want to, but you can’t, fulfil a young sick boy’s wish.”

Pooja continued in her own reverie as they sat down and she pulled his sleeve to make him sit next to her.

“But I will, Pooja!”

“How can you? You are bound under that contract as you said.Those guys will sue you!”

“Will they dare?”

The chill in his voice was scary........ Darsh was a much calmer person than Bhaiya; but rubbing him on his wrong side, could make him even worse than Bhaiya.

“And even if they do, I have my legal team to strip them off their every penny by finding loopholes in that contract.” He gave a sarcastic laugh, “Provided they were left with any money after my other ways wiped them off from any business scene.”

Yes! She very well knew Darsh and his father had indomitable authority, especially in London. And that’s what she feared whenever she thought of the DD-AD pair suddenly disappearing the other day. What had they been up to? She knew Bhaiya, she knew Darsh; yet she felt at times, she did not know both…..It was so complicated!

It took Advay quite some time to find all the stuff he wanted. Interim, when he reached in his pocket, he found a winter cap. Chandni must have done that in the morning when they left……. She always thought of these little things to take care of him; making him feel cherished……. The chill in the air had worsened with the sun now on the verge of setting. He pulled the cap on his head; it almost felt like Chandni threading her fingers through his hair…… Soft and Warm!.... Chandni!

Would she be OK, as it had taken him long time? Of course, his security was very much there; so external threat was less. But the issue was different. Security wouldn’t enter the room. Chandni’s own demons were enough to make her panic while alone in a strange place…..all her phobias putting up their hood and scaring her off. The comfort faded away and his mind crowded with worry and tension.

Pooja had to pull herself from her reverie pulling her into emotional vortex and get back to normal conversation.

“Leave aside the contract part; where do you have time? It will be night soon. Haider’s treatment must start by tomorrow, I suppose.”

Darsh nodded sombrely, “Need to arrange the stuff today itself……”

“Today?” Pooja screeched in disbelief.

“Have you forgotten all that Naani used to teach us, ‘Kalkare so aaj kar, aaj kare so ab’ and all?” ( Do your work at earliest)

Darsh teased her with a laugh and she chuckled in memory of Naani in their youth. Her smiling face did something in his stomach and of course in other places, too.

“You had something to discuss with me?..... Otherwise, let’s get going.”

“Ahummm, not so fast.” Pooja took a Tiffin out from her bag, “I brought you some food. The moment you left in a hurry after the hospital call, I knew you would skip meal.”

She shook her head in derision while opening the food, “You haven’t changed at all!”

Darsh smiled big, “Neither have you!”

In their teens, it had been her habit always to carry the Tiffin given by Ammi and bring for him in school; whenever he left in a hurry. The memory flashed in both their minds and they smiled.

She picked up the fork and held up forkful of food with a grace that made him long for something beautiful in his life. Her!

“Don’t tell me, you are planning to literally feed me?”

“Of course! Didn’t you say just now I haven’t changed and did I not do this then as well?”

For a moment, she had actually turned into the bossy young Pooja of yester years. Darsh tried for normal conversation, not wanting to torture her with a minefield of feelings he was himself still trying to process.

“No, Please! You keep the Tiffin. I’ll eat later.” He reached for the fork and pulled it from her hand; cleaning it with tissue and then slowly closing the Tiffin lying in front of her.

“But why?” Pooja urged.

“Because, you must get going and I must start making calls.It’s going to be late. Have you brought security?”

“Of course! Bhaiyya will kill me if I say again about not needing security.”She threw her head back and laughed.

He smiled too, “In certain matters, he’s right, Pooja. It’s good to follow him.”

“Yes and Now, I’ll follow you back to Haider. Will say bye to him and then leave.”

Darsh’s chest tightened and something tender swept in his heart. Pooja was so very much like his Ammi…..caring for people not known to her. She was the most kind soul in his current friends.

“Haider…?” Pooja called out softly to the frail boy lying with his eyes closed, IVs stuck in his hand. Her heart broke looking at his thin frail figure on bed.

“Pooja Didi!” Haider managed a smile somehow.

“You are a brave boy! And you are going to fight this disease. You are going to be absolutely fine and then come and meet me one day,OK?”

Her softly spoken sincere words infused more happiness and hope and strength in the boy than all the IV stuff. She threaded her fingers through his hair, a connection fused between them. Her chest tightened, and a soul-deep need to take away the boy’s pain blistered inside.

The boy was trying to act big and nonchalant with her. She ignored his don’t-touch aura, reached out, and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

Then she spoke to the nurse, “Take very good care of him, please! He’s very special!” She smiled with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

When she turned, Darsh was looking at the monitors attached to Haider with a worried frown. She knew Darsh would never say it aloud; but he cared deeply and was hugely worried. Inadvertently, she curled her hand around his fist wanting to reach out, wanting to convey she cared, too…..just wanting to assure her support. Darsh looked at her and saw a sea of emotions. Her eyes held the same concern as his; but still wanted to console him, be strong for his sake.

“Do eat…….. and return home soonest feasible, I’ll be waiting!”

Darsh felt his entire universe suddenly coming to a halt!

As she left, his gaze lingered on her graceful beauty …..No less than an ode, he thought with a smile on his lips, a hope in his heart. She knew he called it apartment or his place; but she had specifically used the word home…… and it would very much be, if she was going to wait for him. His heart sang.

Jise Zindagi Dhoondh Rahi Hai The one which my life is searching

Kya Ye Woh Makaam Mera Hai Is this that destination?

Yahaan Chain Se Bas Ruk Jaaun Just linger here in my ultimate peace

Kyun Dil Ye Mujhe Kehta Hai Why does my heart tells me so

Jazbaat Naye Se Mile Hain Some emotions have newly aroused

Jaane Kya Asar Ye Huaa Hai And having a complete different effect on me

Ik Aas Mili Phir Mujhko why does heart feel hopeful

Jo Qubool Kisi Ne Kiya Hai That someone has accepted me in special way

Haan..

Kisi Shaayar Ki Ghazal as beautiful as an ode sung by a poet

Jo De Rooh Ko Sukoon Ke Pal Someone who gives solace to soul

Koi Mujhko Yun Mila Hai I have met some one

Jaise Banjaare Ko Ghar like how a nomad finds his home.

Yes! Exactly! Advay felt in his heart; as he entered the room and sudden relief flooded him. He opened his mouth to call out to her; but stopped.

Chandni had gone into deep after-sex slumber wearing the bare minimum clothes she could somehow put on. Her beautiful satiated glowing frame looked no less than a gazal or a sonnet.

And yes! She was his soul’s peace; she was the anchor for his wandering soul. He tip-toed in to keep the shopping aside and then sat next to her, feeling happy watching her intently, clasping a lock of her hair loosely between his fingers.

Chandni opened her heavy lids and suddenly found his eyes the colour of heaven at daybreak…..peaceful, hopeful…… Gently Advay stroked back her tumbled hair. “You look like a little girl when you sleep,” he murmured. “It makes me want to protect you every minute.”

A faint blush stained her cheekbones. She looked so damn adorable. She was his shakti, strong and fierce, mounting on a lion……..she was his shy Parvati, depending and vulnerable, leaning on his shoulder!

He stood up and shrugged off his coat. As he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, Chandni felt a warm glow spread inside her. She clenched her thighs.

Fully undressed, he just picked a bottle and sat down next to her. Her gorgeous dark eyes gleamed with a swirl of naked emotions. He let her process for a moment, knowing that with his next step, she would beat a hasty retreat which he intended to halt.

He lifted her feet into his lap and she jerked, pulling her foot away but he held both firm in his hand.

“Devvvvvv! What are you doing?”

He silenced her with his forefinger on her lips.

“My pleasure. Allow me!”

He took the body massage cream on his fingers and massaged her tender insteps with slow circular motions. Even without wanting to, Chandni relaxed and fought a groan. He pulled down her jeans and started kneading her tight muscles in hamstrings, sore from their earlier feisty encounter. She closed her eyes, drifting in another world. Slowly, he unclasped her bra and gently, sensually massaged each of her sore back muscles.

The memory flooded in both their hearts, that special night of Diwali…… He had truly redeemed the crime of love on their hatred marriage night…..and in return, she had redeemed the pain she had given him through counter attacks.

“Devvvvv……”

He blinked away the memory and smiled at her.

“I want it again.”

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Her husky voice was sexy as hell, and the honest admission of her own desire to mate with him was a sweet gift.

He took her mouth like he’d been fantasizing. He dove deep into her taste pushing her down on the soft mattress. Claimed her lips, stroking long and deep with his tongue, inhaling her flavor like an alcoholic on a binge. He pressed his palm over her core and rubbed, and she wrapped her legs tight around his hips and hung on.

He made love to her with slow, drugging precision, refusing to rush. He kissed and licked every inch of skin, worshipping her. She explored on her own, revelling in the hard muscles of his biceps, nipping at his tight stomach, going further down to the steel covered by silk.

Time stopped, blurred, faded to nothing under the aching intensity of flesh melding with flesh.

When he finally entered her, their gazes locked, their breath a mingling whisper. She hovered on the edge of the cliff, mesmerised by the carved features of his face, then fell into the heat of his gaze.

He shook in her arms, and clenched his hands into the warm spill of her hair as he gave himself over to her completely, worshipping her with every part of his body and spirit.

The concert had started. Everything was arranged in a matter of hours. Darsh had managed to secure all permissions and a dais was set up in an open compound next to the hospital. Darsh was singing with his entire team, in live, especially for Haider; who was shifted to a spare OT of the hospital, his bed was raised so that he could see Darsh playing from the window.

The entire session was being recorded and Haider could hear it in the soundproof room on BT speakers; as well as see Darsh on a flat screen monitor on the wall in front of him. He could bespeak his requested song on BT mouthpiece, Darsh could hear the same, process for a second and Haider’s demand was fulfilled.

The boy beamed with joy of a lifetime experience!

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Tiffin = завтракать

Well! A differently emotional chapter! Left me wanting more...

Way back in Diwali episodes, when Pooja had opened the pain in her heart to Bhaiyya, it was already decided that a person like Advay would assure her happiness at any cost.

Link: Do visit chapter again and get holistic pleasure

So the story was very much clear in my heart. Accordingly, the Bhaidooj gift of Europe trip happened, Naani kept reminding him of her happiness...... in simple chats the mention of their youth had come, when the reference of Darsh popped in.

Around the same time, Advay also got to know of Sasha's deeds. So naturally, he's a born avenger. He reached out to Darsh and planned his travel to Paris.

I am sure, you girls are clearly getting the idea as to why such instances were built in the story and I hope you gals genuinely enjoy the web of story!

I was actually worried that the honeymoon would not get its true sense because the couple never got time alone...... But tonight is special! Tonight is just their night; so both are enjoying their honeymoon time.

The memory of another of their special night is flooding in both their minds, do you Remember it?

The special night, do read N gauge what might happen next!

Something is bound to happen; but remember Advay had said, "Voh koi chaal dubara nahi chalata (he doesn't play the same game twice); my writing also will have a different flavour. so keep gauging!

It took Advay some time to purchase the stuff...But natural, it was not just clothes for Chandni; he also bought massage cream; what else could he have bought that took time? Make your imaginations run wild and make guesses! Do put in comments here N let's have fun.

Pooja is a perpetual care taker as Advay thought the day they flew to Europe. Even in the show, the way she had taken care of Chandni on her Mumbai arrival day; then Advay had called her for help to feed Chandni. Though she had questioned him, she hadn't objected. And then she had sat the whole time with Chandni to keep her company while she ate. It's her same nature that Darsh notices again today and also seen with Haider.

Did Darsh's other side surprise you? Well, it doesn't really surprise me! Advay kind of person will make close friendship only with a man who has a dangerous side and substance both. Remember, his first dialogue was "Pyaar aur Maasumiyat ke liye meri jindagi mein koi jagahaa nahi hai."

So naturally Darsh is not just a goodie goodie guy; he's mirror image of Advay!

Only, he manages his stuff in a different sense. He has suffered his Mum's death and pain in past; but he does not harbour obsidian anger like Advay.

Currently, the angry side is dormant; and both hearts are singing in love the same song. Njoy!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YmBZXDUWug8

Loving2Missing22019-10-10 01:35:32