SS : Another chance at life (ch 10 updated) - Page 9

Array yaar yaha bhi confession kiliye wait karna padega🤣 saala yeh duk katam hi nahi hora😆

Jokes apart, it's beautiful as always ❤️

Originally posted by: naadhiraa

Array yaar yaha bhi confession kiliye wait karna padega🤣 saala yeh duk katam hi nahi hora😆

Jokes apart, it's beautiful as always ❤️

Next chapter - confession!! Wait for it 😉😉🥰

Aww this is adorable 👏. Here are the parents seem in a hurry 🤣.

Anuj and Anu are still moving at a snail pace 😆.

Hope to see some beautiful confession interactions between them .

Originally posted by: yuvanaa

yaar this is so sweet. pls pls pls give a happy ending to this story. i srsly wld cry if trashraj and all enters plssss😢😢🤞🤞🤞🤞

Loved it yaar.

Real life mein aise hote toh kitna acha hota 🥰🥰

Pls continue n tysm for the tag ☺️🤗

Kya cool family hai yaar Anuj and anu dono ki❤️ (unlike those nasty Shahs 🤢)

I'm loving your story dear...it's so soothing and calming👍🏼

Plzzz do update soon

aww so sweet and simplistic yet beautiful was this, loved it...

kabhi kabhi dramase break lena accha hota hai

Anuj is saumya and Anu is sanskarsheel , kya jodi hai...

looking forward to the sanskari confession, I’m sure it’ll be great.

thanks for the tag and sorry for the late comments

Originally posted by: Amy211307

Waiting for an update on this story.. 💕💕

It is almost ready, aaj raat yaa kal subah daal dungi 🥰🥰😊😊

Chapter 8

He had been preparing for about a week, to propose her. He had penned a few shayaris particularly for this purpose. He had planned out the entire scenario, wanting to make it the best day of their lives till then, to make it really special.

His resolve though, quickly started giving out, as he saw her strolling into the canteen. He approached her. As he stared into her eyes, all courage started draining out. He went blank, just froze completely - rather uncharacteristic of him. This never happened to him, but he just coudn't get the words out. The bell rung, putting a halt to his intentions. 'Lectures khatam hone ke baad..' he resolved, cursing himself for losing courage at the moment when he most needed it.

No matter how much he tried to concentrate, his attention drifted away to his Anu. As the clock ticked ahead he found his determination waning.

'Will she say yes?'

'What if she refuses? What if she does it cruelly?'

'Do you have the strength to stomach her rejection? What if it breaks you?'

'Even worse - what if she feels just pity for you?'

'Duh..!! She will never fall for you!'

'What if this breaks your friendship?'

Self-doubt hammered at him, becoming stronger by the minute. The urge to let out hysterical laughter surged in him. The strength of his control over himself sapped steadily.

'If she refuses, then accept that, respect her feelings and move away from her life for good. Uske peeche sirphire aashiq ki tarah nahi ghoomna hai.... jitna obsess karna hai akele mein, usse taklif nahi honi chahiye...' he told himself, firmly.

The last lecture ended and the professor asked him to stay back for a moment, to hand over to him the letter of approval for the cultural part of the monthly newsletter of the college. "Cultural room mein jaakar rakh dena... in the respective drawer."

"Yes, Sir, sure."

He headed towards the cultural room, his head full of thoughts revolving around the prospect of confessing feelings. The thought of losing her sent waves of panic through him. Her possible refusal meant her marriage to someone else. Even though he was not at all some sort of vindictive, jilted lover, he knew that seeing her with someone else was sure to crush him. Noticing that he had reached the room, he entered it and saw that there were quite a few students inside, doing their own work. Posters for upcoming festivals and events were being made, a few students were huddled in a corner working on some documents, some others were arranging music instruments, another group was having some discussion. A student approached him with a stack of some papers, asking him to inspect them. He took them from him. Sighing, he went near his desk, kept the papers on it and put away the envelope in its rightful place. 'If only confessing was as easy as this....'

"Anuj..." The sweet voice of his beloved, that he often longed to hear, reached his ears.

"Anu, tum yaha!?" Was it only him, or did she look a bit tense and nervous?? Did she know of his confession plans? But that couldn't be, he had only told his mother about it, nobody else....

"Haan, woh main abhi aayi, ek minute thehro ha, bas ek minute..." Saying this she approached the locker containing her bag, ghungroos, dance props, etc.; behind the seat which he had taken. He began going over the papers, to keep himself engaged in work till she returned.

'Bol du aaj hi? Ki phir kabhi? Kya karu? Woh kya kahegi? Ugghhh..' His inner conflict continued incessantly, distracting him from the papers. This internal battle ceased as a movement at his side caught his attention. He twisted sideways, away from the desk to identify the source of it -

Nothing, absolutely nothing in the world could have prepared him for this. His Anu, his precious Anu standing in front of him, one knee touching the ground, a bouquet of red roses in her hands offered to him. Nervousness and trepidation were evident in her eyes. She seemed to steel herself before starting -

"Kuch kehna chahti hoon, bol du?"

"Bol do"

"Bol du..??"

"Haan..."

"Jabse mere jindagi mein aaye ho, usme kitne saare rang bhar gaye hain.... Aap aaspas rehte ho, to main baki sab yuhi bhul jaati hoon, baaki duniya mit jaati hai. Nahi hote ho, to lagta hai jeene mein kuch raha hi nahi, jaise saanse bhi nahi chal rahi, sirf hawa beh rahi hai sharir mein, woh bhi mechanically kisi yantra se, fir shayad utna bhi naa ho raha, hawa bhi mera vehem ho... mujhme mujhse jyada na aap hain. Kab hua - nahi pataa; kaise hua - ye bhi nahi pataa; lekin aap hee se hua hai; pyaar hua hai. Ab mein iss tarah kisi aur ko nahi dekh paungi. Main aap se pyaar karti hoon, aur marte dam tak karti rahungi... Mujhe nahi pataa aap kya jawab denge, par mera dil ab jaroor kuch barbaad sa lagega... Mai kabhi aap ko bhool nahi paaongi -"

"Kyon bhulaana chahti ho mujhe??! Mai bhi tumse beintehaa pyaar karta hoon, jabse tumhe dekha hai uss baby pink dress mein tabhise bas tum me kho gaya hoon. Tum wo ho, jiske saath mein, main ghar basaana chahta hoon, poori jindagi bitana chahta hoon. But a fair warning - ek baar tumne haan keh diya, fir main tumse door nahi ho paunga, tum bin jee nahi paunga. Tum kehti ho main bohot accha hoon, main kehta hoon main thoda paagal bhi hoon, sirphira bhi hoon, thoda possessive aur jealous bhi hoon - tum mujhme jhaank kar dekhogi, shayad tumhe darr lage. Soch lo, main to tumhara hi hoon, agar tum meri ho gayi, fir main kabhi let go nahi kar paunga. Kya tum fir bhi..."

Anu was gazing straight into his serious eyes - in that very instance, she knew that he was telling the ultimate truth. The way he went from surprised to euphoric to serious...

Meeting his intense gaze, she replied, "Jinhe saath chalna hota hai, woh raaste nahi dekha karte. Main to aapki ban chuki hoon, aur hamesha saath nibhaungi, aakhri saans tak."

Eyes brimming with tears, he pulled her into an embrace. 'Hamesha aisehi rehna bass...' The wave of applaud that rushed in the hall brought them back, as though suddenly noticing that they weren't alone. The other occupants of the cultural hall began congratulating them.

"Do saal pehle ke jo head boy aur head girl the na, unmein thi aisi hi chemistry. Abhi shaadi hogayi hai unki ek dusre se. Uske baad aisi chemistry tum dono mein hi dekhi hai," a senior sudent remarked.

"Aree, chemistry ke lab mein itni chemistry nahi hai, jitni inn dono mein hai, bolo!!" another replied.

"Congratulations, yaar!!"

"Kya baat hai, shaadi kab hai??"

"Nayi shuruwat ki badhaiyan!!!"

And it was true, wasn't it? New beginnings - in a true sense!!