Truly Madly Deeply - FF upd 6/10 - Page 7

Part 6

Divya had an extra spring in her step the next day. Even being woken up by her annoying ten year old brother's excuse of a guitar couldn't dampen her spirits. That is, until she accidentally washed off the only number that probably meant anything in this world to her - Amar's phone number. How it happened, when it happened - she had no idea. She was walking to school, listening to her ipod, when she noticed that her arm had a dark mark under her wrist. Like an erasure mark. Her eyes narrowed. Like an erasure of a phone number? 'Oh God, God, God, God, God,' she mumbled, each word emphasized with a stomp of her foot. She didn't notice the curious glances her outburst was garnering. She just stood there, in the middle of the street, chastising herself AND her stupidity.

That night in Divya's diary:

April 29, 2008

There is only one thing that I've ever regretted in these sixteen years. That happened today...and it was an erasure mark. Stupid stupid stupid. ARGH.

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Divya remained that way, her eyes wide open, nestled against his chest as his strong arms held her from falling. He had just called her princess. People just don't call other people princesses. Or do they? Clearing her throat, she pushed herself upright and smiled thanks. He opened his mouth as if to say something, and she looked at him expectantly. But then he just smiled and walked away, leaving her looking after him, confused.

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Divya sat in her chair at the dining table, unconsciously tapping her dinner plate. Her brother was still in his room and Maasi was in the kitchen finishing up dinner. She supposed she could go in and help, but whenever she tried that, she ended up either burning the food, or more frequently, herself. So the only thing she could do was sit at the dining table and wait.

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Amar was standing at the edge of the stairs watching Divya at the dining table. She had the cutest expressions on her face when she thought no one was watching. One minute she was scrunching up her eyebrows, and the next minute she had the most angelic smile on her face. And what surprised Amar was that there was no one there to elicit those responses. It was just her thoughts.

He walked over to the dining area and cleared his throat. She looked up and smiled. Pulling a chair out across from her, he asked, "Where are the others?"

She looked around the table, as if just now realizing how vacant it was, she replied, "I don't know."

They sat there, silently, for a few more minutes, reminding Amar of that night three years ago. Except this time, the silence wasn't so comfortable.

Perusing her nails, and trying to look as nonchalant as possible, Divya asked casually, "Do you still paint?"

Amar raised an eyebrow, probably at her use of the word "still." But Divya didn't care. She remembered him, damn it, and she could care less if he did or not. He smiled and replied, "No. Not anymore."

A sudden sadness engulfed her. He no longer painted and he doesn't remember her. For all she knew, he was a whole other person. Just as she was about to get up from the table, his next words stopped her, "I lied."

She plopped back onto her chair and looked at him in surprise.

"I do paint. I have a muse actually."

She whispered, "You do?"

"Yep," he nodded. "I met her three years ago."

A small smile touched her lips as she said in mock surprise, "You didn't!"

"I did. She looks a little like you, actually."

"Just a little?"

He tipped his chair back and gave her a half-smile, "I don't know. Maybe it is you."

FANTASTIC..SUPERB...AWESOME..

I loved it..I love this FF so much that I keep bugging you whenever I see your button is green...😆

You write SO well Sravani..and thats why it hurts that we get so little from you...please don't be stingy....😆😆

So he does remember her? Or is he confused still? He shouldn't be now because of her use of the word "Still"

*EDIT, ignore the above sentence. …second time savored it..first time I was a glutton….. missed subtle things... 😳 So she was his inspiration 😆 in the last three years...first I thought he drew a series of 9 pics...😆

I don't know what more to say, other than you rock!!

Ooof Sravi di this is TOO amazing. 😛 I love the way your write the updates going from one scene to another, or a flashback, it makes it so much more interesting.

Hehe Amar is driving Divya crazy. 😛 He remembers her na? 😳 Poor girl lost his number. 😳

Haha ya, I wish you had more updates. 😛 Your FF is one of my favorites. 😳 Wonderful job!! 👏

I looovvee Amar in the end, he's too cool yaar... aahhh, just makes me want to drift off with him!! 😳 😳

And oye, I think you owe us a lot of updates, it's been ages 😡 😛 lovely one though yaar, I absolutely love the ending like I said before, can't wait for the next one!

Sraviiiii you updated! 😳 😳 😳

I'm so glad you did! 😛

I loved it, my anger has slowly evaporated! 😉 😆 😆

He has such a cool outer shell, you can not tell what he must be feeling, and you just write so well! 👏 👏 👏 Give your hungama sis some pointers! PLEASE!!??! 😆 😆

Continue soon now, no excuses! 😉

omg that was an awsome update hun
plez continue soon 😊

Sravani it was mindblowing! I loved it!
You wrote it sooooooo beautiful!<33333333
So Amar remember her, or? Well, I hope so! 😃
You have to cont soon, Ok?!!! 😃 😃 😃

Love Charri<3333333

Thank you so much everyone!🤗

Part 7

Divya watched as the small brigade of ants danced around her right foot and slipped off towards the crack of the step. She smiled as she heard the laughter from inside the house. Maasi was back to her joking-spree and Amar...Amar is so indulging and respectful. For the past half hour, he'd been in the living room listening to Maasi churn out one joke after another. Divya chuckled.

The creak of the screen door alerted her to someone's presence. Divya turned around to see Amar slipping out, sighing, his face a mix of pain and relief. Divya laughed and Amar looked at her apologetically.

Divya smiled, "I would say I'm sorry you had to go through that, but I'm not."

Amar narrowed his eyes and sat down on the step next to her. "Meanie."

"How long have you remembered?"

Amar chuckled. He had missed her randomness. He replied, "I've always remembered..."

She looked at him surprised.

"Then why didn't you...?"

"Why didn't you?" He questioned back.

Divya sighed, "I was afraid..."

He looked at her confused, "Afraid of what?"

She looked at him and gently shook her head, "Nothing..."

He caught her hand as she got up to leave, "Don't go.."

Surprised, she sat back down, this time leaning on the wall so as to face him. "Did you ever think of me?"

"Always," came the quick reply.

Divya narrowed her eyes, "Somehow, I don't believe you."

Amar winked at her, "I always knew you were a smart girl."

Divya threw a pebble at him and he ducked, chuckling. Turning away from him, she looked at the sky. Sounding a little affronted, she said, "Well, I wasn't exactly thinking about you either. I was very busy with my life and my family."

"Oh yes...the plans."

Divya frowned, "What plans?"

"Now, what are you? 19? I would have thought you would have at least been married by now."

Divya gasped, "At least? I never planned on getting married by 19. That was not until 27..." Realizing her blunder, she gasped again. "I mean, again, what plans?"

Amar laughed out loud this time and absently took her hand in his, "You are so cute!"

Divya looked at her hand lying in his, shocked. Noticing the direction of her glance, he slowly let her hand go. As if on second thought, he took hold of her hand again and whispered softly, "I missed you."

A small smile touched Divya's lips as she looked at the sincerity in his eyes, "I missed you too."


Sorry it was a drag. I'm trying to make them become friends again. What are ants and pebbles doing there? You're not supposed to ask!😛