Faded- Suvan Story (Epilogue Page 21) - Page 2

Originally posted by: Veenapain

Ok, I thought the story was that much only. The extended version was more beautiful. Please continue.

Thank you sooo much!

I would surely continue

Please do continue dear

Would love to read this

superb work...loved reading it

Beautiful shot❤️

I hope we get to see something like this in the show...

Their tashan was so on point

Suman took a bullet for Shravan😭

Well written👍🏼

Will love to read more😳

And yes welcome to the forum🤗

Hope you have a great time here!

Congrats and best wishes for your college!

Originally posted by: Pranushka_723

Beautiful shot❤️

I hope we get to see something like this in the show...

Their tashan was so on point

Suman took a bullet for Shravan😭

Well written👍🏼

Will love to read more😳

And yes welcome to the forum🤗

Hope you have a great time here!

Congrats and best wishes for your college!

THANK YOU SO MUCH DEAR 💓

Looking at the Army part of this story makes me flutter, and of course with all your lovely motivation I would love to continue with this story.

Rani ne Raja ke liye Bullet khayi, toh ab Raja needs to care a bit. Let's see what happens ahead.

Faded Part2

I would smile, look at you, but don't let me say a word. Our silence is worth a whole lifetime, cause maybe we loved each other.

Shravan was still holding up to Suman's changed demeanor, till she measured her words- and instantly looked down at her hands, fidgeting. She was in big trouble and she admitted that she had lost herself for a while but she would, of course, make for it. Her mind rushed on lines of how well she could craft an apology for her senior, who, for the last few minutes was just silent and sitting. How can she not comment on the god awful comment he passed in his god awful ego!
A Thanks, and then bombard the receiver with shame. Lovely!

But putting aside her anger, (which was actually concern and enormous fright for his life) she looked up. Before she could say anything, Shravan put her hand in his, patted the back of her knuckles, and nodded his head. 'Take care.' He commanded in his cold voice, which looked so warm when he had expressed his disappointment on her impulsiveness. She felt her words dissolve in her throat, like eating ice cream in summer. She saw him stand up, straighten his shoulders, stiff his spine. The man she thought was 6 feet, looked suddenly a few inches higher, unbearable for her to see and recognize. She opened her mouth and forced a few words or she may just find it difficult to flutter an eye lest sleep. 'Major!' She didn't know but she enjoyed it when he generally turned around on this address, like the hero she had imagined in her dreams. If Army was her dream, then Army men were, of course, the ideal men- anyway.

'I apologize, in my fair judgment, I shouldn't have used any profanity, especially when you were expressing your views.' She put her eyes on the floor, gulping at the sadness which surrounded her heart. She had worked so, so hard - had topped each class, but still, she felt tied to the system of ranks in expressing her viewpoints. It was such a suck all.

'And in my fair judgment' Shravan could see the fine lines of pain on Suman's forehead, how disappointed she was with her own words 'You said it all right. You are a free woman, a free Captain, a free server of the nation. Nothing can bind you for doing good to your unit or country. Not me, not anybody.' He turned his heels around the minute he stopped his speech, even if he badly wanted to read the happiness of her lips and the glow of her cheeks. Even if he had always craved for her one smile, even if he had once loved her.

Suman lifted her head and was welcomed with the sight of an exiting major. The man who stood tall across all the officers in the room, whose voice was crisp- so sharp that it may cut your skin. And then when she heard him say those lines, her eyes closed in concentration she remembered a 17-year-old boy, with wavy hair falling all over the place, maybe dancing on a DJ, or clenching his jaws to look even cooler than possible. Both ways, he had all the eyes in the room on him. And Suman laughed on the memory that was no more sweet, no more bitter. It was just, a memory, of her first love.

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Early up 5 in the morning, Suman was all blinking bad with the tire of rest.

Tire of rest.
yeah, you heard it right!

She could not imagine staying up there, till late and doing nothing. She deserved a run, a reward of not moving at all last night. She stared at her phone, which won't ring at least for an hour now. All her relatives might be having a good sleep in their beds, and nobody would be reminded of calling her up. So, she, or as Suman Tiwari would decide, pulled out of her bed, in her pink floral, (she hadn't worn such things for god knows what time) and seeing the inability of her left arm she decided that she won't make a bun. Her hair was full of split ends, frizzled maybe but she had no option but to leave them open. Moreover, it was just the hospital campus, barely any officer would see her like this. So here went Captain Suman Tiwari for her normal morning walk, in an unusual condition.

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Shravan decided to take on his shower, at 5:15 sharp. He had already run for like, 10 km, a bit light as his body too asked for rest after a rather hectic mission. Before that, as soon as the water touched his bare body, he glanced at his schedule. And suddenly something crossed his mind. 'I should call her.' Such was his hurry, that he decided to cancel his shower for another five minutes. He had decided to put Suman on a Holiday, at least for today. She was the only one to escape a close attack, and so it was his duty to provide her with some rest. She was a teammate, an asset to his victory.

He swiped to call for the tenth time in the last 10 minutes, his calmness testing him every other second. With an irritation sitting at his brows, he smashed the phone on his bed. No matter what, Suman, hasn't ignored any of his calls since the last year of her joining. She always greeted him with a "good morning sir", which he took like a snack. Light, sweet, and energizing.
'Silly Girl!' He mouthed as he pulled up a t-shirt, kicking his plans of a bath for the time. He would run to the hospital and look for his captain himself.

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Suman traced her steps on the grass, dewed with drops of water. How much she has missed this feeling of relaxement, and today she was unusually jovial. 'Morphine could do that to you.' She could hear Latika tell her all about analgesics and its effects. The calming one, the one which had killed her pain.

Shravan hurried his steps in the corridor, finally reaching the room. He stood outside for a moment, knocked, and waited. He put his hands on his back, stretching a little, and then knocked again. His body was nearly having an earthquake in anxiety, just like he had it yesterday before seeing Suman all fine. Having waited for what seemed like several minutes he muttered a 'SODD OFF!' under his breath and pushed through to filter in the room. He was welcomed by cold breezes of solidarity, a clumsy bed leaving strains of Suman's body on it. He could see her phone lying on the bed stand, her sandals missing.

'Three claps for Suman Tiwari, where the hell...' before he could curse more, he saw a girl, so familiar yet so far, walking in the grass through the hospital window. She lazily walked around, and might even start dancing with such a wavy aura. And yeah, she was the captain he was finding. Without wasting a moment he sailed his ship towards her.

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Shravan struggled to enter, into her personal space. She wasn't wearing her uniform, her tresses were dancing devoid of the bun she made as a routine. She wore a floral, and her figure was just so visible. And this made his stomach churn. He did have the privilege of curling around that waist for a couple dance, a few years ago, but not now. He too wasn't in his uniform. He just had a jacket, maybe that would do to express the purpose of his visit.

It was professional, completely.

Even when he thought about it, he still wanted to have a chit-chat, which went away from the arena of the Army. Not too far, it may hurt.

But when was it toxic to smile?

When was it toxic to not have a nightmare every night?

When was it toxic to sleep happy and wake up with a shine?

Just when he proceeded to get away from his subconscious state, he heard a familiar Good Morning. Suman Tiwari had caught him, she always did.
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Part 3 page 3

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Originally posted by: Prizi

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Lovely update

Continue soon

Sure, Thanks 😊

Part #3



When you cried for the first time, I allowed myself to stand close. I didn't move, didn't comfort. Pardon me, because I was the reason for your misery.

'Good Morning Suman.' Shravan let his voice drift. There was an uncomfortable silence that lingered until Suman offered him a walk. Nodding his head, he swiftly moved his feet, along her footsteps. He measured the weight of air in his throat, the heaviness of his tongue to break the querencia nature had gifted them.

Why was it so easy to be quiet? So easy to stand away, but still close?

Suman saw him drowning in a pot full of dreams, gawking at his expressions. They had stopped moving for a good 5 minutes, and she couldn't help but wonder about the distress Shravan carried on his shoulders. 'Everything's alright Sir?' Suman mouthed her worries, stiffening Shravan's spine which had dropped low in comfort.

'I don't want you to come to the office today.' He announced what he had come thinking about. No more revisits of an unhappy past, no more deviations- he thought.

'Did I...' Suman felt the accuses of his voice returning.
'It's an order. Rest accordingly, it's better for your efficiency.' Shravan spoke mechanically, wearing his rank on his lips. Suman's inners screamed questions to his behavior, how much she liked his smile- which he won't give her now. Unknowingly, her happiness had vanished, listening to how dearly he wanted to keep her away. The coldness of his voice made her shiver, but she excused herself after agreeing to his orders.

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'Kanchan' the phone buzzed with her sister's name. Suman looked up to it, thinking that something nice could happen on a gloomy day without notice. Kanchan was an event manager at Bhopal, and she barely had time to take calls. They did talk a lot initially, but then work kept them busy.

'How is my sister doing?' Kanchan's voice was warm. Even if she wasn't interested in Army life, or didn't join it herself, she was well acquainted with the fear and joys of it. She never made a fuss on her injuries, contrary to her other family members. She never made her unnecessarily vulnerable to those feelings she had buried deep in her heart, but she still had the natural talent of telling her the truth without thinking of her personal opinions. She could make her laugh and make her cry, and it won't make a difference, because they were always present for each other.

'I am doing fine, plus getting so bored that I am thinking of jumping of my room window.' Suman sighed.
'Ground floor right?' Kanchan chuckled at her sister's thoughts.
'Oh Kancha! I am getting bored.' Suman's misery was real.
'Who told you to get packed up in that Hospital room for another day. You could have done some light things, maybe around the Cantt.' Kanchan suggested in her better opinion.
'Shravan!' Suman complained pettily.
'What?' The astonishment in Kanchan's voice made Suman rephrase her statement.
'I mean, Major Shravan, asked me to take rest. And he forced a holiday on me, how ignorantly sweet! If he had known what I like...' Suman let the sentence hanging, not wanting to fill words.
'I... I just wanted to say that ..' Kanchan's voice was dubious. Suman scrunched her brows 'Is everything alright?'
'Yes, yes...It is, it's just that Shravan's mention made me remember something. Now that you are a bit free, I think....' Kanchan left the sentence hanging 'See Suman, I never in my wildest dream thought that you may work under him, you know, I thought it was all over...'
'It is over Kanchan. It really is..' Suman's voice carried an irritation 'But tell me the real deal.'
'Six years ago, when you were away in Pune, studying, Shravan's father- Devraj Malhotra committed suicide in his cell.' Kanchan paused a bit, listening nothing from the other side, she continued 'We won the case because of his suicide note. He admitted the fact that his company, had used unfair means, that his partners bribed the process of vest making. The vests were of poor quality, and so did Uncle Vijay...' Kanchan trailed low. 'But it was also found that Devraj Malhotra was clean. He didn't know anything.'

'What rubbish! How do I not know such things, why did nobody tell me?' Suman screamed over the receiver.
Devraj Malhotra- suicide-innocent- they winning the case- but still the accused was innocent--what the hell was happening?
'You were away, and we didn't want to refresh all those sour memories in your life. You had moved on. Plus it was of course his company...' before Kanchan could complete she heard an agitated voice on the other side.
'The company Kancha, not papa's friend. The company Kancha! Not Shravan's father! He should have been cleared of his charges. He should have been free. I loathe the Malhotra Industries for their doings, but I can't loathe Devraj Malhotra for being unknown. I had seen the worry of this deal on his shoulders, sitting like a snake, I had seen him. He, he was a fine man.' A sob escaped Suman's lips as she thought of the lifeless body of Shravan's father, the distress of being called a traitor and murderer when he wasn't.

'I had met Bunty.' Kanchan spoke up 'just after a few days of Devaraj Uncle's death. He was distraught. But still, he apologized. He said Shravan was sorry for what happened with Vijay Uncle, but he won't ever forgive our family for being so impulsive, for accusing the wrong man, for distressing him so much that he kills himself before being proven guilty.' Kanchan's voice was a ghost to Suman's senses. She felt the world going black, the wounds of her Father's death reviving with Devraj Uncle's suicide.

'Kancha..' Suman's voice was sore ' I'll call you later.' She put down the phone, without waiting for a reply. Her mind moved around in a tornado. She wished that she could blank out and sleep until she didn't forget the pain of bitter memories haunting her peace. She felt her chest congesting, her breath uneven. So she pushed back her head and grabbed a few pills of what they called Morphine. Aware of a good dose, she barely ate them to induce the perfect rest she wanted. Or as Major Shravan wanted.

A few minutes later she drifted to her sleep.
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Shravan stretched in his cabin, looking at the sunset. He felt that the dawn and the dusk were the only time of the day he loved. It was the marking of something new and interesting. something different from the previous monotony.

The day, he sat in his room, after giving the NDA exam, he felt something similar. He was still hoping for things to get normal, his family to turn normal. His mother wasn't the same woman he had known since he was a child. She was some distraught piece of blood and flesh which he couldn't remember. His Uncle Rajender, who would crack jokes, or would take him to school on odd days for fun- wasn't seen much at home. Everything emitted gloominess, even Bunty wasn't familiar enough, or maybe he himself had changed.

At sharp 6 in the evening, a call rang across the Malhotra household bringing in the death of Shravan's father. He didn't remember much, but he could hear the howling of his mother, the helplessness of his sister, and then maybe he went blank. He had fainted for the first time in his life. And days ahead were slow torture he learned to endure, getting away from Bhopal gave him a bit of solace. He hid from the world, he acted of being strong and cold, and blimey! everyone accepted his behavior. They were fine with the change. He could remember crying in his mother's lap every year, in some odd stormy night. She understood him without a word. They both slept drowned in their gloom once in a blue moon, which even made him sure of his facade he had to put up in front of the entire world.

The strong, cold, and fierce Major Shravan. The one who could do anything for his country. Whose father, even if not an Army officer, did give up his life for the better, to make the real traitors pay for their sins.

What he could never promise, was accepting an apology from the Tiwari's. His father could have given all of them justice, alive in his flesh if they hadn't tortured him with bitter defamation. They mindlessly accused him, tainted his reputation, and drove him towards his end. And Shravan Malhotra had no business with them.

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'There is a meeting at 7 sharp.' Shravan tapped on his voice messages.
'Colonel Sinha is returning.' The other one read.
'Batch reunion. NDA 2015.'Shravan sighed, he didn't really make any close friends. His secluded attitude couldn't reap him anything.
'Can I meet you Shravan?' Shravan jumped. Was this Suman Tiwari? Why was she crying?

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