’Somewhere’ - My Stream of Thoughts; UPD - Page 12

it was sooo sweet ammu 😳
i loved it 😊
and hun take ur time.....we'll be waiting for u to update at ur own pace 😃

Thank you so much everyone 😳 Exams are finally OVER! So i'll hopefully get a better chance to update something that is less vague, and hopefully longer as well.. thanks again for all the lovely comments 🤗

Short but so sweet update Ammu<3
Take your time to update!
Loved the holding hands part!

Love Charri<3

you updated! 😃


it was wonderful Ammu! 😳 don't worry about the length... as long as you continue it everything is fine 😉 😆

Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu everyone 🤗🤗

I'll be posting an update soon, I think... depending on how long my writing mode will want to go on 😳 😆

Divya crinkled her eyebrows, unable to register what he had just asked her. "Mood change ka matlab...?"

"Before, itni khush aur open nahin thi mere saath, and now suddenly, you want to grab my hand and take me somewhere..."

Divya looked down, slightly embarrassed. "I don't know if I really want to talk about it right now," she whispered, realising how awkward she suddenly felt. Whether he would understand why she said that, she was not sure... she wasn't quite ready to tell him how she felt just yet.

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Divya swallowed, catching her breath. She stared at Sagar, who simply gazed into her eyes, nodded slightly, and then looked away. She felt a slight jerk inside... what if her eyes conveyed another feeling towards him? What if he could understand how she really felt? Her words meant hesitation, but she knew their eyes connected...

"Theekhai."

Divya blinked her eyes, snapping out of her thoughts. "Kya?"

"Theekhai... you don't have to talk about it."

"Oh." Divya looked down, feeling slightly ashamed.

"Divya..."

"Yes?"

He sighed. "I think it's best if we both leave now... clearly, you need time to gather your thoughts together, and with me around, I don't think that's possible."

Divya immediately felt bad; she knew she was leaving him in the same situation as before. "Sagar --"

"It's fine. I understand. Ab tum jao; mujhe khaane ke liye bhi dher ho raha hai." He allowed a small smile to appear across his face, yet it seemed as if it pained him to do it.

Sagar walked away without waiting for Divya to open her mouth and say anything. She continued to stand there, dazed.

Next Day

[This part is written more towards Sagar's persepective, to get a different feel of things]

Sagar woke up abruptly, looking outside his window, trying to shield his eyes from the abnormally bright sunlight. He sighed; today was the last day he would come to the park... the last day for him to try and understand Divya... the last day for him to see if she felt the same way as he did.

He knew he couldn't ignore her gaze at him yesterday; surely, she must have meant something else... he felt something lock between them, as if something had finally clicked... but clearly, either Divya didn't feel that way, or she didn't want to tell him.

He heard his sister calling him downstairs, and rolled his eyes; as if any of his family cared about him anyway.

Sagar walked downstairs quietly, quick to hide from any of his parent's glances, and stepped out of the house successfully. He waited for a short moment, wondering whether anyone from his family would come outside and ask him where he was going, but he knew his efforts would go to waste. "Kisi ko farak hi nahin pardta anyway...", he muttered bitterly.

He walked to the park, his hands in his pockets, looking around him to see any signs of Divya. What if she never even came... he frowned at the thought.

He turned around and nearly yelled, as he found himself staring into Divya's eyes, which were peering into his own.

Sagar took a few steps back, and allowed himself to exhale deeply. "Divya... you nearly made me jump."

She blinked her eyes once and smiled at him. "Sorry. Anyway..."

He leaned his head forward slightly, an inclination for her to go on.

"Whatever you were thinking yesterday, when you nodded your head... you thought correctly."

Sagar raised his eyebrow; did she mean that she too felt a connection between them, or was it something else? He looked down, gritting his teeth; why did she have to be so vague...

"So that means --"

"Yes." She smiled.

He groaned. "Divya, can't you just tell me what you're trying to say clearly? I've been open with you so far," he accused.

Divya walked up to him; Sagar felt almost no hesitation from her this time. She grabbed his hand tightly and pulled it down, as if she was challenging him. "And why should I? Aapne joh samjha hai, uss hi thought pe rehna."

Sagar glanced down at his hand, and felt a sudden impulse surge inside him. Smiling slightly, he grabbed her waist lightly and pulled her towards him, leaving little distance for her to move. "So why don't you tell me what I was thinking, if you're so sure...", he breathed into her face.

... I know it's too long, but I felt I needed to write this much😳 I have to run, so again, apologise for any mistakes...!

that was awsome!!
can't wait for you to continue 😊

AWWWWW I LOVED IT it was very cute..continue sooooooonplease

*sigh*.... I dont think Sundays are my day! Last Sunday Germany lost the Euro Cup, today Federer lost Wimbledon... uffffff -_- But Im happy fr both Federer and Nadal.. so it's oky!

Anyways, away from all that sports talk, thanks so much everyone for your comments 😳 I dunno if I'll continue writing in Sagar's persepective, but I felt that to get a proper feel of things here, I didnt want to write it in Divya's point of view, like always.. hope that wasnt too confusing! 😳