Ansh FF - Behind the veil - Part 7 and 8 - Updated on Page 19 (14/3)

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RainbowSun

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Posted: 11 years ago

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Hiral- Just finished reading Part 4. Brilliant-

Past and Present well blended-

Loved it-

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RainbowSun

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Posted: 11 years ago

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Part 5- Finally The Hero entered - I am u r Hope- wow-

First time i am reading a FF- u r updates are short and crisp - gripping- love this style very much- 👏

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MaxMayfield

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Posted: 11 years ago

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Originally posted by: anjali_pi
Hiral- Just finished reading Part 4. Brilliant-
Past and Present well blended-

Loved it-

Originally posted by: anjali_pi
Part 5- Finally The Hero entered - I am u r Hope- wow-
First time i am reading a FF- u r updates are short and crisp - gripping- love this style very much- 👏

Thanks Yaar Anjali🤗

m really touched yaar❤️

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Rashmi

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Posted: 11 years ago

#124

I read this part quite late.. it was worth waiting 👏 superb update as usual
Hero ki entry... I am sure he's the knight in the shining armour

The backdrop is now reminding me of DTPH.. another fav one of mine.. 😳

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Payali09

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Posted: 11 years ago

#125

It's going to be a month soon...😭

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Bertibotfanatic

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Posted: 11 years ago

#126

The tale in the backdrop of theatre, written elegantly and persuasively is bound to touch the secret chords. Writing is a deeply solitary art . Hiral Halwa the perfection of certain sentences in your FF the sudden opening of vistas, the flow of words gives an impression of your scholarly mind. You deserve all adulations.😊

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MaxMayfield

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Posted: 11 years ago

#127

Originally posted by: Payali09
It's going to be a month soon...😭

Arrey re arrey, wiping off the tears😛

I was stuck re with the way forward...will work on it soon and update it😛

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MaxMayfield

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Posted: 11 years ago

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Originally posted by: Nayana21
The tale in the backdrop of theatre, written elegantly and persuasively is bound to touch the secret chords. Writing is a deeply solitary art . Hiral Halwa the perfection of certain sentences in your FF the sudden opening of vistas, the flow of words gives an impression of your scholarly mind. You deserve all adulations.😊

Thank u so much Nayana for all the appreciation😊 so glad u liked it😊

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Payali09

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Posted: 11 years ago

#129

Originally posted by: Hiral_Halwa

Arrey re arrey, wiping off the tears😛

I was stuck re with the way forward...will work on it soon and update it😛

okay... *sniff sniff*

I'll be waiting... *sniff sniff*

But don't make me wait too long, accha? *wipes runny nose*

😆

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MaxMayfield

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Posted: 11 years ago

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Chapter 6 - Changing times

"...I am your hope"

She halted her rocking chair. She was recollecting the last couple of hours gone by. That pair of piercing eyes, the welcoming smile, that one wrong dialogue! It did not form part of the script given to her by Bhairav. She lost herself for moment then, but gathered herself back soon enough and she was annoyed. First, that person standing in front of her was late, second he goofed up the dialogues and third he had almost instantly charmed everyone else around, except her.

The girls in the team were giggling and secretly eyeing him throughout the practice. Bhairav Sir feigned anger for a moment and then welcomed him with a thunderous applause, approving his improvised dialogue and asked them to continue with the practice. While everyone else was already mingling around with him, she did not exchange a single word and discreetly walked out, at the end of the rehearsals.

She got up and walked towards her balcony. She glanced outside. It was past six in the evening. The atmosphere was beautiful. While the skies were busy exchanging warm and cool colours and merging into a fast appraoching night, the sun and moon almost seem to be converging into themselves. What a bizzare sight, she wondered.

She looked down. A group of kids from the society were playing catch and cook in the compound. She smiled. She loved kids. They reminded her of her own carefree days, her fun loving days with her friends, her secret escapades with Jagdish to jump in the puddles, to make those paper boats.

"...Anandi didi...please come down..." one of the girls screamed...they loved her. She was their buddy, who would play with them, make them study in her free time...and advice them to play in the open, instead of surrounding themselves with computers and TV. She was their sister, friend, teacher rolled into one.

Beaming, Anandi joined them. There were peels of laughter and excitement in the air. She went back to being her eight year old self.

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He was driving. But his thoughts were filled with her...Anandi...he thought to himself.

That Girl, Those Eyes, That questioned Look, The Pain. It wasnt the first time he had seen her.

He gulped. He had seen this girl, those eyes, the pain earlier too.

He had saved her earlier too.

He stopped the car, pressing the brakes instanteously. He looked out, clutching his steering wheels. It was a deserted road.

Suddenly, his cell phone buzzed.

Startled, he picked up his phone. The name was familiar.

"...Hello...please tell me there is some improvement...please..." He asked with a shaken voice.

"...Shiv, the condition has worsened...we will have to shift her on ventilator, I am sorry Shiv, your mother is very serious..."

A tear trickled down his eyes...