The Wolverine & His Moon. - Page 3

Originally posted by: _SenbonZakura_

I am guessing you're from the RR forum, right?

Also, I am pretty sure we aren't the minority. Nor are we heading for a heartbreak. I am in this for a good ship, and I will be here till the ship lasts.

Originally posted by: _SenbonZakura_

Kabhi zindagi mei unres karogi ke nahi karogi?

Originally posted by: Couch_Potato

Wow Anky! Just wow. You know there was a reason I was insistent that you make this post. That you pen your thoughts and this right here is why. There are so many lines, so many thoughts, so many things in this piece that leave a pang in my heart. Make me hurt for him in that good good way!

Some (but not all) of them are:

The calm understanding about EVERYTHING that his father has been known always for, seems to have been absent from his genes. He curses his mother for that, but never aloud.

So petite that he is afraid that if he stepped closer she would dissipate into a million pieces. So adding to his list of inabilities with his fiancee is fear. He is afraid.

He watches and wonders, will she ever be his completely?

Will he ever understand her completely?

Will she ever love him the way he does?

Will she ever love him the way he does?

No. She shouldn't love him the way he loves her. His love is an all consuming inferno. And he has been burning in it for years. Even enjoying the flames crawl under his skin and has even embraced the fire.

He doesn't think she is capable of being alive in the fire of this love.

And as I had promised, here's my two cents on it:

She baffles him.

And it has nothing to do with the fact that she is his. But, it has everything to do with the fact that she is a woman.

It's not like he hasn't been around one before, he has - all his life. They even outnumber the men in the Thakur Haveli and yet, he has never seen anyone like her. Which surprises him even more because he's seen them in different ages, different roles, and changing dynamics.

He has seen Badi Amma be the voice of control and command, the iron fist that holds the family together, her wit only slightly exceeding her power. Her voice rings through out the haveli and shoots through people even better than bullets do.

Choti Amma is calm and composed. A maternal figure who gives the illusion of being docile and obedient yet is anything but. He has seen her take stands and show displeasure. Rooting for causes she believes worthy of her support.

His own mother seems to be the only voice that vibrates throughout his own house. Cribbing, cursing, ranting - she has an opinion on everything and everyone - whether anyone listens or not. Uncaring of unnecessary things like if her words are even needed or justified.

Her own mother is a quiet and patient woman. But he figures them to be people of few words - her parents. And yet he has heard her speak up more often than he has her own daughter.

He's even taken to watching Maya Bhabhi interact with everyone. Her teasing and soothing lilting voice mingled with those of the rest of the women in the haveli. Sometimes, he's even caught her interacting with Mithilesh Bhaiyya. Their coy teasing interactions always make him feel like an intruder, privy to a private display that leaves him feeling hot and cold. Envying his elder brother.

Then there is Guddi. She's a few younger than him, even fewer than her. She's simple, easy. There's no mystery surrounding her. She is loud and vocal. Never afraid to speak and act however she likes even though she is the only sister of three brothers, four including himself. Sometimes he thinks, she forgets she's a girl. Acts so much like a boy, like a Thakur.

He's surrounded by shrill voices. So feminine in nature. But his ears yearn to hear hers. The one meant for him. The one who never utters a word around him. Her silence shakes his being and he craves to hear her voice. Craves to unravel the mystery that surrounds her. To understand the whirlpool of feelings she bottles inside, the ones he only glimpses through her eyes.

The world inside that she has only invited Priyom into. The world barred from him. He wonders if he'll ever be invited inside, or will he spend his entire life feeling like an invader, a warrior fighting her silences, an interpreter reading her eyes.

And that scares him, scares Lakhaan Bhushan Thakur, the man who breaks bones without flinching or even batting an eye, the name that incites fear in Begu Sarai, shakes like a leaf inside in front of a woman who never even lifts her eyes.

Originally posted by: _SenbonZakura_

My leaving the group is what it took for you to unres. Hain naa?

I will let my anger go for a moment, because what you have written was blissful and this is why I want you to write. You know I started reading this with a scowl on my face because I am angry at everyone and by the end of it I was smiling idiotically because this is YOU and this is YOUR writing and by god you can make fates turn with your writing and hypnotize people into believing what you wrote is absolute truth.

The thing in red. Kasam se, doob jaao kahin jaa ke. Aisa likhti ho aur fir dil ko pakad ke baithna padhta hai aur shaant karaana padhta hai. Jaake tweet karogi isko Shivangi aur Vishal ko? Please?

Originally posted by: Couch_Potato

Nai jee. Half of this was written yesterday and the rest this morning. Bola tha naa that it's getting too long. Now you can see why. Ab wapis aao shaanti se. I'm in the process of unres-ing all the other posts too.

Also, tum chodo main sharam se kaheen doobne wali hoon. Thank you SO much, sach mein. Lekin this was mere rambling that you triggered. This is why I always want you to write. You are my enabler and you make me want to write. So credit saara aapka!

And haan, I'm not active on Twitter and unhe yeh sab tweet karna? Naa jee. Mujhe sharam aaying. 😳