FF - If Only I Could (Updt 24-35) Pg 16-18 - Page 3

dd i really hope this happens in the show and i like FF tat can be a continuation of currrent storyline in serial than a new story itself

Originally posted by: bright_star89

HI dd!

Iam Aditi and am commenting 4 the first time in this forum..

i am a follower of ur episodic analysis and simply love the depth with which u write.. great thoughts...:)

And am loving ur ff too.read all the parts and simply loved the hatke take on mj-tara relationship!

And chapter 3 is amazing. subtly romantic and beautifully written emotions. hope to see something like this in the show..

update soon...:)

ps: whats ur name??

thanks for your lovely comments...Diana...please call me dd though

Awesome part ! Continue soon...

😆wow😎 so now mj and tara going to stay together in same room fulltime

Chapter 4

Another day began...Tara wakes up and tiptoes to shower. Towel still wrapped around her head she comes out. It felt so strange sharing a room with a man.

Without a sound she walks out...it had started to rain again.

She enters into the kitchen and asks Joseph to prepare some hot porridge. He would be up in a while. Daijaan comes up to her, "Tara Bahu, you up so early?"shall I prepare some soup or something light for Kunwar Sahab for lunch?"

"Yes as you wish." No one was up still. She comes back into the kitchen and helps out. She would go mad just twiddling her fingers, nothing to do around this house.

After a couple of hours she goes back into the room with Joseph bringing in the hot porridge. They enter to find him opening his closed eyes.

Mrityunjay sees her tiny bird like frame walk in... thank goodness Joseph was in here. He would take his help to go into the washroom. No way was he allowing her to come anywhere closer to him and help him out in there. He felt so physically weak and helpless, so calls out, "Joseph, I need to go to the bathroom, just help me out."

She watches him get off the bed, and with faltering steps get into the bathroom. Peeling off his Tee he finds long strands of hair on them. Gosh! Must be hers from the bed ofcourse. He flings it into the clothes basket.

Here Tara immediately gets his bed done up...with changed bed sheets, and blanket.

She hurriedly prays and clears the table.

With folder arms wearing a long-sleeved Tee-shirt and tracks, and still feeling the chills, he slumped into bed.

"You need to eat something before you take any medications. It's the doctor's advice."

Joseph helped him to sit up again, whilst she placed extra pillows behind his back. She pulled the blanket over him and placed the thermometer strip on his forehead. It showed a 104.

Joseph left the room presuming he wasn't needed. He turns his face away. She places the bowl on the bed tray and says, "Here finish it, I'll be back."

Oh so she decided to desert me, wow...he makes an attempt to eat, but pushes back the bowl. Can someone reduce the AC? It was cold in here. He held himself tight feeling ridiculously cold.

Tara returns with a bowl of chilled rose water and a large handkerchief.

What the hell was she upto now?

She notices the full bowl untouched. "Kya hua, why did you not eat? I wasn't here too, so what was the problem."

He looks away stubbornly. She is now irritated. Holding her forehead and one hand at her tiny little waist, she shouts, "Such a big guy behaving like a spoilt kid."

His teeth chattering with the chill he manages to say, "the A/C, shut it off."

"The Doctor said to maintain a cool room temperature, tell me if you are feeling cold."

She goes to the cupboard pulls out a fleece blanket and folding it into half, wraps it around his shoulders bringing the ends to the front. Her knuckles brush against his chest. She takes off her hand, he pulls the blanket around him closer, holding the ends with both his hands and pushing them too inside the blanket. She gulps, he notices the spot on her collar bone.

"Now eat." Then realizes due to the chills he did not want to remove his hands out.

Well for all those insults, he better learn to be humble and request her too, so what if he was ill. He could speak for sure.

He takes a dig at her, "Being a paid nurse that is part of your job too, so feed me."

She was fuming at his remark, breathing heavily she picks the bowl and places a spoonful of porridge in front of him. She avoids looking at his face. She feeds him like there was no other day. He coughs, the woman was literally pushing the whole bowl down his throat in anger!

Plonks the bowl again on the tray, and gets up to fetch him a glass of water. He could hear her bang the water jar. Places the water glass on the tray, "Drink it yourself." and walks away from the bed.

He did not know what made him do it, pulls out his hand and flings everything in one go. Shards of glass, left over porridge and water covered the floor...some of it on her too! She wiped the porridge off her hand

Shocked with his arrogant behaviour, she turned to him with anger-filled eyes,almost wanting to kill him "GO TO HELL!" and walks out of the room, banging the door after her.

Faheem Chacha was on his way to the room hearing the sounds, "Kya hua Tara Bahu."

"Tumhare Kuwar Sahab ko bhukaar nahi BHOOT chada hai." And she walks off leaving him gaping after her.

He looked confused with her words, she runs down the stairs, tears glistening in her eyes...and without paying heed to Baba calling "Tara...Tara Bahu...ruko", she ran out in the open. It was pouring. The Gods too in heaven were enraged maybe with whatever happened on Earth.

Here Jairaj decided it was time he spoke some sense into his son...

She simply ran on the grounds of the mansion...crying aloud...throwing off her sandals...feeling the wet soil and grass on her feet...letting the stinging rain hit her face and body...it would take away the pain she felt within...she did not deserve this...then slumped against a tree and cried her heart out. The sounds of her cries were silenced by the pouring rain. She longed to go back home, her family...she was an outsider here and would always be...

Tara then noticed the gazebo...picked up her wet sandals, wet hair plastered around her face and back, she squeezed the excess water out of it...and entered the beautiful place. White roman columns, and a red flooring...the place looked serene and quite.

What made her breakdown this way? She had cared two hoots for the man... just that so much had happened in just a week... the farce marriage, her helplessness in this situation and he wasn't making it easy for her...all that pent up frustration just gave way...

Tara looked down at her hands, the mehendi was fading away. A wedding day was supposed to be the most special day in any girl's life. She too had dreams...which turned out to be a nightmare.

Her mother had always warned her, her rash decisions would someday land her in trouble. It sure did. But she was a fighter from the day she was born before time. A premature baby her mother thought she would not survive for more than a week, but the little fighter survived against all odds...her father always called her his miracle child...that fighting spirit, stubbornness and strong-mindedness became a part of who she was.

Another challenge was thrown to her and she would not let a mountain of a man scare her off. She had made a choice and she had to stick by it. No more crying. Instead she would do it her way. She would make the most of her situation during this phase. She was not the kind to cry over spilt milk! Two months, three months 6 months, or a year...This was Tara, the Bhai of Bhopal a survivor!

Tara gets up with a renewed spirit and energy and decides to go back in, she did not want to fall ill. Her mother wasn't around to fuss over her. She sighed wiped away her tears, wrapped the dupatta around her and walked back to the house.

To be continued/...

Hai, Awesome ! Its too beautiful . Tara - MJ part is marvelous . I hated it when he throws food and water. Continue soon...

hehe loved the blanket scene. Lovely update. Continue soon