I'm Dying - SuVan Story (Chap19(NEW) On page15) - Page 6

damn suman wants to be with shravan but her mother's ghosr comes in front of her...nice job

Originally posted by: Meena_J

damn suman wants to be with shravan but her mother's ghosr comes in front of her...nice job

Chapter 14

Shravan sat in Gujral's clinic. Suman was out towards the dispensary to take a few tablets and he was there to get his talk done. His eyes roamed around the doctor's cabinet. It was kissed by sunlight. Gujral had some random circles as his wallpaper. His family photo, on his desk, was turned away from Shravan. There was a plant, almost a baby which rested on one of the window panes. He grabbed a paperweight from hindsight and pressed it against his palms.

'Morning!' Gujral patted Shravan's back.

Shravan instantly kept the paperweight on Gujral's desk and stood up to acknowledge his presence.

'Good Morning! Where were you?' Shravan asked as he came out of a mutual hug.

'I was in the hallway, learning Cabret for pass time.' Gujral chuckled moving towards his seat.

'Oh, stop it.' Shravan rolled his eyes.

'Okay. So I got your message yesterday. See whatever I ask you, I can't tell Suman that. I will need her to talk, in a flow, you know what I mean..?' Gujral eyes Shravan, to which he nodded in positive.

'So.' Gujral continued 'I discussed, and today's session was a real gamechanger. First, we went with the forgetfulness part and the dizziness. I checked her blood pressure, that's fine, great actually. And then, out of nowhere Ms. Tiwari told me about her hallucinations. She sees her mother all the time.' Gujral kept his specs aside. He seemed gloomy enough for Shravan to get worried.

'She can talk to her mother, can she?' Shravan squinted his eyes.

Gujral nodded silently. Shravan just looked at the family photo frame which was kept on Gujral's desk. He had a sudden urge to pick it up. 'What difference will it make?' Shravan scrutinized the picture. It was a happy one, Gujral was standing with his wife and son.

'A lot. You might think it's Suman's mother, what harm could she do to her daughter? right?' Gujral questioned rhetorically. 'But that isn't the case, Shravan. What Suman sees, is her mind's offspring. There is no ghost.' he let the words sink in.

'Okay, so what do the hallucinations talk about?' Shravan's mouth felt too dry as the words fell out of his lips.

'Now, that is potentially problematic. The hallucination of Suman's mother talks about jumping off the cliff. She motivates Suman to meet her, as in real- or guess what, in heaven. It's..' Gujral caught his tongue for a moment 'It's the place in Suman's brain which motivates her for a Suicide.'

Shravan was still looking keenly at the photo frame. He was avoiding Gujral's gaze if it might be really cruel and disheartening.

'Shravan?' Gujral asked perplexed.

'Potentially problematic!!!' Shravan announced to Gujral's shock. 'How can it be potentially problematic, Ravi? Do you even know her? The last person I can think of, who would like to end her life or cut the slack, whatever, would be Suman Tiwari. The girl you are talking about is not her.' Shravan's eyes were glassy, his corneas red.

'Calm down.' Gujral raised his hands in response. He was accustomed to such outbursts. He rubbed his temples and offered a glass of water.

Shravan clenched his jaws and let his breathing get down to a normal rhythm.' I'm sorry. Like really sorry.' he shook his head, with his eyes closed a bit.

'No, no problem, Buddy!' Gujral offered him a small smile.

Shravan stared at him for a moment, and suddenly rubbed his palms all over his face. 'What can...' he stuttered a bit 'What can I do, in the whole, potentially problematic picture?' Shravan tried smiling a bit but failed miserably.

'Shravan, see, she sees her mother when she gets an anxiety attack, or something triggering happens. She sees her in distress when these thoughts start raising. I am thankful that she told me all that herself.' Gujral scribbled something on a paper. 'Talk to her. Don't let her get triggered. Change in the environment will help, a lot. Don't let her stay alone, take stress, or anything of that sort. And yes, believe her. Don't tell her to stop seeing things which aren't present, rather support her thoughts.'

Shravan nodded his head I affirmation. 'What are the triggers majorly?' Shravan felt confused. Going by the theory, he was the most major trigger. He smelled of her past, the bitter one. he was connected with all the chain of events which led to her trauma.

'Anything related to her mother's and father's death. We are still poor in history, but I know what you think, Shravan..' Gujral pressed his lips together.

Shravan shook his head 'You know, right. I and she... She is kinda fighting a court case, related to her father's conspicuous martyrdom, in which my father's negligence played a role...' Shravan let the sentence trail over.

Gujral nodded his head in affirmation. He knew about Shravan's court case. 'But the good news is, she likes to be with you. She feels proud of your intelligence and she feels comfortable that you are just sitting a door apart. Surprising, isn't it?' Gujral winked. 'She even told me that she is taking back the case.' Gujral added to Shravan's surprise.

'Holy Shit! What are you talking about? Me?' Shravan laughed in surprise.

'Okay, Stop acting. She loves you. And I don't even need to be a psychiatrist to read that.' Gujral announced in confidence.

'You are over reading. We are platonic. That's it.' Shravan stole his gaze.

'Okay, so let me tell you, that love- or being in love has a wonderful effect on patients who are facing psychic trouble and anxiety. The hormones released, relieves tension and anxiety. In Suman's case, it can work wonders. You know she is so much left out on affection in her life. All the ones who legitly loved her has left her in the middle of nowhere.' Gujral spoke softly. He was fond of Ms. Tiawri, a sweet nice girl, trying to fight the cruel world.

'I didn't know you talked so well about that stuff.' Shravan chuckled. His eyes were still a bit glassy. Anyways, who can know better about Suman's trauma than him?

'I would soon get her mother's suicide history. Sometimes, such tendencies to give up on life is genetic. It seems so.' Gujral again scribbled something on a paper and Shravan followed his pen.

'Okay, thanks, buddy. She might be waiting!' Shravan got up on his seat, keeping back the photo frame on Gujral's desk.

Gujral nodded. 'She is waiting. For a long time. Reach her soon.' Gujral's words were mixed in intention and Shravan caught it well.

In the middle of nowhere but love.

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Shravan walked up to the entrance of the hospital. 'Change in the environment' he mumbled to himself. Bunty- Kanchan's wedding was the only thing that fulfilled that requirement dearly. he consciously avoided the part- where it was useful for them to fall in love.

All these things have happened because they fell in love, and now, potentially these things are going to get over only if they fall back again? Awkward, isn't it?

'Suman?' Shravan called out but found none sitting at that place.

'Where is that lady, who was sitting here in peach and maroon floral? Her hair was made up in a bun.' Shravan hurriedly went up to the receptionist.

'She went away.' the lady answered nonchalantly.

Don't leave her alone.

Shravan could feel his heart race like a cyclone as he felt the ground vanishing under his feet. It was a weird phenomenon of events that always took place against his taste. For once God could have been easy on him but he was used to these battles now, anyways. 'Good, lord! Captain Tiwari!' Shravan rushed out of the hospital dialing Suman's number.
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Suman could feel her hands shiver like hell as she sat out of Vikram's office. She was here to take back the case. She was betraying Shravan if she was still fighting this case. Her breaths were rasp since she sat in her car to come here. On the traffic signal, she hallucinated her mother. So she drank water and let her breathes go long and heavy. It helped a bit.

Don't do it, Suman. Your father? What about him?

She could hear her mother again. Her thoughts were the most crumbled mess possible on earth. She fought back her tears and tried really hard to keep her busy. She lifted a magazine from the stand, flipped out a few pages. Suddenly her phone buzzed.

It was Shravan.

'Hello!' she called out immediately.

'What the hell Suman!' Shravan almost screamed on the receiver but Suman could not help but hold a laugh. Listening to his voice, felt like a cool breeze of summer. She felt suddenly at peace.

The receptionist walked up to her. 'Ma'am, you are being called.'

Suman nodded. 'Shravan!' she spoke meekly.' I am Vikram's office. please..' she let out a breath. 'Please come here.'

Shravan's rage was instantly converted to a petal-like agreement. She loved that about him- he was always so soft to her and equally hard to the ones who tried to hurt her. So, now she decided to stop hurting him as well.
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Suman walked out of the office to see Shravan park his car. he jumped out of the car in a hurry and stopped instantly once he saw her approaching.

Her steps were silent and the shivers were still subsiding.

'Suman.' Shravan swiftly caught hold of her. Her eyes reflected the peace of victory and the tremors of a battle. 'Are you' Shravan stuttered a bit 'Are you fine?'

Suman shook her head rapidly, trying to hard to stop herself from breaking. She looked at him, into his questioning eyes and rapidly, caught him in a hug. She galloped his neck and shoulders in her arms, with her heels raising onto her toes. She could feel him instantly locking her in his arms. 'I did it. I took back the case, even when she tried stopping me. For the first time, I was able to do something, she told me not to.' Suman whispered in his ears. She could feel him smile against her shoulders.

She reached out to a distance to trace his smile and look into his happy gaze. 'I'm so, so sorry.' Suman cried.
Shravan shook her head in a no. 'Never. Don't say that. I'm glad you fought back.' He looked at her with love dripping, He felt a sudden urge to kiss her forehead but stopped himself.

Suman followed his thoughts. Even in her mess, she could read him without a guess and she was proud of it. ' Kiss me' she said, shocking Shravan to the core.

Shravan, who was initially surprised stared her in the eye. She was smiling and maybe blushing.

'I said, do it! Fraud Malhotra!' Suman pestered and teased him at the same time.

'Okay! SUMO!' Shravan said as he gave a small peck on her forehead. He could feel the creases around her lips turn up in a grin.

Not nowhere but just love,
In the middle of love.

Superb yaar

Just loved it

Beautiful update. Loved it. Longing to see these type of SuVan scenes in the serial.

Chapter 15

Suman felt a bit uneasy as she sat in Gujral's chair.

'Doctor, what now?' Suman questioned eagerly, as she stirred in the chair. It was her fifth session, Bunty and Kanchan's wedding was at a swing. Shravan was finalizing the decor for the day and she was supposed to help him. But her restrictions to stay away from overworking herself, and sometimes her medications made her a bit too moody and touchy and whatnot, that she almost started hating herself with a new origin.

'I don't understand.' Gujral shook his head.
'I just don't know when it's going to end. If I am not triggered, or as you say, getting that period of the day where I hallucinate, I actually keep worrying about what will I do when it happens. It's always on my mind and in that process, I keep away. What if I hurt people in the whole process? Plus it's my sister's wedding preparations going on nowadays, I just don't know. I fear I will mess up anytime.' Suman clasped her forehead.

'Whoa! Ms. Tiwari, calm down.' Gujral gave her a grin and then proceeded to scribble in the prescription. 'I am giving you tranquilizers and anti-anxiety pills.' he gave her a look to which she nodded in affirmation. 'Not, the sedatives.' Gujral huffed. He gave her a silent look.

'I won't be able to sleep without......' Suman just let the sentence trailing. The nights always bought her trouble. It was just like, normal nights with nightmares, for the past 7 years, but with Shravan's presence, she wanted it to be different.

Too many expectations. She mumbled.

'Sorry?' Gujral heard a faint mumble.

'Nothing.' Suman answered almost instantly.

'So. I want you to fight back. You are a doctor yourself, the moment you feel leftover or too anxious to continue without these pills, without the sedatives, in particular, take them. The last thing I want you is to hallucinate. That can be only over with therapy and of course mental rest.' Gujral continued.

Suman let out a sigh. Her hallucinations had considerably reduced and now she felt much better. Shravan literally stood out of her washroom when she bathed, timed her schedule, and was all hovering around her to watch out if she cut herself.

Once, it got too embarrassing, with him guarding the bathroom door without her knowing it. She walked out, totally unaware of, only her innerwear on and nothing, and then it was a sight to behold. Shravan and his awkward, cute, and innocent cover-ups. 'I didn't see anything!' he screamed and ran away.

'How do you feel nowadays?' Gujral enquired.

'Happy. Light. Shravan has been practicing helicopter parenting with me. He is all over me.' Suman rolled her eyes. She was genuinely elated to see Shravan always around, sometimes bickering with the wedding planner, sometimes coming early from the cantonment with a bunch of chocolates and red roses, and sometimes, just sitting in the living room lounger, knocking over a newspaper and tea.

He was the drug to her cure. She knew it.

'All over you?' Gujral pressed on the words.

Suman heard his words and coughed. Okay, it was a fake cough. 'I don't understand.' she tried smiling.

'Oh, Ms. Tiwari!' Gujral raised his hands and dramatically closed the tip of his pen. 'I don't need to be a doctor, to prescribe you a cure to "that" problem.'

' "That" problem?' Suman played along. She was getting the air of the conversation.

'Okay. Cut it. As your attending psychiatrist, what about love?' Gujral questioned in hope.

Suman felt the question hit the base of her heart. It turned bitter there. Suddenly she felt a weird sense of unwanted gloominess like it shouldn't have happened. 'All gone.' she gave her head a sudden tilt and averted her eyes to the floor. It was teak-like.

Gujral assumed that he had already cracked her mood up. But being her doctor, he had to dig more than the surface. 'What is love for you?' Gujral questioned, yet again to her disappointment.

Suman let the question sink and paste itself on the walls of the room. 'Love is like the song you knew but didn't listen to. You obsess over it.' Suman's voice was definite and hurt. It wasn't breaking but looked plastered as if it had overcome the tremors of hurt. 'When it starts playing it's all so lovely but when it gets in the mid, it isn't sweet enough and maybe till the end you won't be even listening to it anymore.' she let her throat leave the disgust to the gist of their conversations.

'You have had your perfidies in love.' Gujral looked in her eye. 'Now is the time, to let yourself loose Suman. Shravan is my friend. I know he is a good man. A really nice one.'

Suman just let those words fall on her, like a smooth feather- a leaf. 'And you know he is a good man, not because he is my friend, but because he is your love.' Gujral moved towards the baby plant, kept on the window pane. 'Love and prayer can cure ailments and move mountains. It's just not a saying, Suman. Let it be...the way it should be. However,' he clapped his hands in sudden excitement 'I need to water my plants.' he left almost immediately, making Suman wonder if she should start gathering courage for the right thing, for her own happiness.

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'Shravan?' Suman called out to him. She had first visited the wedding planner, thinking that he might be there. But he wasn't, so she came back home.

Walking towards the kitchen, she again called out to him 'Shravan!'

A few moments later, she felt him tap her shoulders mildly. As she turned around he stood up with a teacup. 'Sumo special.' he mouthed and then like a ritual, kept the tray down and gave her a warm hug. It had become too natural for them to even think otherwise.

'Thank you, Shravan!" Suman let herself stay in his embrace a little longer than usual. Today, it felt like a new realization was running through her whole body. She could read a hundred things more in Shravan today, his strong cologne which affected her senses a bit more, his nose buried in the nape of her neck which made her shudder and happy at the same time.

With that, they both sat down discussing the session. Shravan always took her prescription, memorized her pills. 'Captain Malhotra on the drill!' Suman mimicked a dramatic salute to which Shravan just rolled his eyes and scrutinized the doctor's letter even more deeply.

'Suman, no sedatives this time?' Shravan had already caught the difference.

Suman looked away. But then she could not get away without an explanation. ' Sedatives were making me really irritating Shravan. I was a sleepy head all the time. I don't want to be a mess for people around me. It makes me........' she let her sentence trail low 'I don't want to hurt you.' she said, her voice breaking at the base.

'Oh seriously! Suman TIWARI!' Shravan was clearly annoyed by her self-destructive ideas. 'You know that good sleep is the most important thing in this world for you. That makes you relaxed for the whole day.' he reasoned, carefully.

'Not without you. You make my day, relaxed.' Suman stared at her nails, like kids who were getting away with an innocent excuse.

'Oh! Okay! do as you wish.' Shravan got up and left for his room.

Suman, who tried to stop him, found him already gone from hindsight. 'FINE!' she announced and let herself enjoy Shravan's SUMO special tea.

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11 PM

Suman tossed and turned around in her bed. She felt her blood rising to her skin. Okay, it wasn't a bright idea to give up sedatives and fight with Shravan on the same day. It was lethal for her. She felt shivers in her body and it was difficult to even close her eyes lest sleep. Her stock of sedatives was over- (horrible news) and she was planning to bring it the next day.

She felt like crying. She won't be upsetting Shravan more, what more could she do to make it better?

She was too afraid to sleep in such a miserable condition. The nightmares would make it worse that way.
After what felt like hours of hardship in her bed she felt a soft knock.

'Y...Ye...Yesss..' she let her mouth take out a sob with the answer. Even before he came in she knew it was Shravan.

Shravan was immediately inside, fastened by her cracky throat. 'Suman!' Shravan approached her in haste.

'I am not brave Shravan. I am sorry.' Suman could not help but burst into tears. 'The sedatives are not in stock. I tried finding them, but..' she wiped her eyes and then her nose.

'Fool!' Shravan sweetly mocked her before sitting beside her and taking her small oval face in his palms. He let himself absorb her features and look deep in her eyes with a hint of consolation so that she absorbs the heat of his care. It always worked. 'I am with you, now- stop worrying!' she nodded like a child and let her head loose in his lap.

The vacuum in her chest slowly was filled by his warm hands fanning her head. She looked up at him and just stared for minutes.

'What?' Shravan laughed, and then patted her cheeks but she didn't deter. Shravan let her do it because it made his heart flutter and nerves reach a calm end.

This time, she didn't say anything.
Because it wasn't anything.
It was the realization of love.
It was the realization that she could barely do it without him.

Originally posted by: Meena_J

great work

Chapter 16

Suman stirred in her bed as she felt warmer in her comforter. She let the light of the sun rays
enter her room and elucidate its smallest detail. Honestly, she had barely woken up to such scenes, courtesy-her punctuality. But right now the last thing on her mind was to get up and go anywhere. With that, she fluttered her eyes open, slowly. She looked around and saw Shravan's handkerchief lying on her study table, with his watch kept on it. A smile found its way to her lips, as it etched from one ear to the other. She felt silly as a fine blush crept on her face as she mentally kicked herself that 'it's nothing!'

'It is.....' Kanchan walked into the room making Suman turn around in haste and embarrassment.

Had she heard it all? And she didn't even realize it?

'....A really good morning!' Figuratively, just like Suman, Kanchan was too impressed with the room first. But then her eyes followed the details and picked out Shravan's accessories. 'It really is...' she bounced a brow and rolled her eyes with a smirk.

'It's.....It's nothing.' Suman sprang out of her bed and started folding the comforter.

'Did I ask you?' Kanchan sat on the bed indifferent to Suman's efforts to fold the mess.

The mess. Yes.

Suman shook her head in a no. Kanchan nodded in victory. 'He had made tea for you before leaving.' Kanchan slipped the words out of her tongue delicately.

'He?' Suman asked pretending to be nonchalant.
'Shravan.' Kanchan stressed the punctuation.
'Where did he leave?' Suman asked almost immediately. It felt like the words were staying on his lips.
'For the Cantt.' Kanchan's smile mellowed down a bit. 'I don't know why, but I didn't really have a good feeling about it. It felt like those emergency calls Vijay Uncle used to attend.' Kanchan let the henna- hands rub all over Suman's knuckles, it felt a bit comforting.

'Emergency calls...' Suman again saw the handkerchief and watch Shravan had left in her study. He might have bought it last night. She could imagine him doing that. Then early in the morning when she was still peacefully asleep in her damn bed- he could have overtaken the kitchen from Damru and had made tea for her. And then?

A call.
and then he was gone.

Suman could not imagine this. She just felt a deep pit of worries and ruined expectations in her stomach. What was she thinking? He did have a job. He was a bloody Army officer and not....and not anything to her. For the first time in these days, she felt a void in her chest, like a vacuum.

'He could have woken me up!' Suman got up and left Kanchan's hands.

'Sis. relax!' Kanchan too shot up from the bed seeing her elder shiver. Kanchan wondered if she really knew that she was shivering.

'Relax?' Suman was hysterical. 'What do you mean by that? Do you even know how much he cares for me? When I go for the sessions he hugs me goodbye. He wants me to call him and tell him that I reached safely. He wants to know if the session is over and if he could pick me up instead. As soon as I reach back home, he is ready with a tea and is all over me for a discussion. He wants to know what I think, what I feel, what I do....and still he gives me space to ponder over my development as an individual... what the hell..' Suman sat on the floor with tears rolling down her face. She sobbed, harder. She had been taking in this care, this love- Shravan was showing on her unconditionally and filling the hollowness of her soul. But then, wasn't it too drastic a change?

Right now, Kanchan sat in utter silence, at a loss of words. She didn't know what to say and where to start.

'You know Kanchaa...' Suman's voice was a symphony of past and nostalgia 'When I see my mother, Shravan...' his name felt easy and calm on her tongue. 'Shravan too looks in the same direction. Silly boy!' Suman gave a half and sad smile as Kanchan too momentarily passed a grin. 'He seriously makes me feel as if we are in this together.' Suman let her head hit her sister's shoulder.

'Did you ever tell him that?' Kanchan asked, breaking the ice of a few minutes.

'Never!' Suman instantly answered without a second thought.

'Suman...' Kanchan slightly removed a trailing hair strand from her face. 'You can't be alone all your life. You love him, you really do..'

Suman shook her head in a mad grin and let out a chuckle- a hysterical one. 'Don't you see me,? Try as you might and try as Shravan might, nobody can deny that I am sick. And the worst part is I am sick of my own life. Do you think he is happy doing all this? most probably, he shall be happier when out of here. And me, I am ruining him. And that is the reason, I don't want to be this moody and maddening bullhead in front of him. I want him to love me, for the sane me. When I tell him that I hallucinate, when I tell him that I can't sleep without a bloody medicine- it kills me.' Suman felt her nerves dry on the tip of her toes and fingers. 'Why the hell, it's only me? Every single time.' she felt her voice shiver and somersault in tones she was unfamiliar off.

'Suman. Rest. Please.' Kanchan instructed her with her own voice quivering with fear.

'No. No. I am leaving. I don't want to stay here, like some sick- baggage you all carry. I am done.' She ran towards her bathroom and shut the door closed.

Kanchan felt the ground beneath her feet escape to hell. 'Suman!' she banged the washroom door.

'I'm not dying!' Suman screamed from inside, her heart beating like a hurricane.

If she would die she will ruin Shravan.
and if she won't
She will still ruin him.

Either way!

Suman felt her heart thumping in her chest. It made her feel weak in her head and in her knees, the kind of feeling you get when the world is about to collapse and stop spinning around you. Tears rolled down her eyes and she could barely make a voice- and with that, she shut her eyes really tight. She knew that she was having an anxiety attack.

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Kanchan had called Bunty, soon after Suman had run away. Both of them had opened the washroom door- bragging into the sight of an unconscious Suman. She had passed out.

Now. It has been 6 hours since that incident and Shravan had just walked into the Tiwari house to hear the horrible news. Kanchan's hands fidgeted as she led an impatient Shravan to Suman's room. She had requested Bunty to not tell anything until the duo talked to each other. She can at least hold this secret for the right time.

Shravan could barely hold himself together. He had driven up, from the Cantt, all in a hurry and happiness to meet Suman. She didn't have a session today and he had planned a dinner- in a restaurant. But, good things always have a way of escaping- far away from him. Kanchan's ashen face and Bunty's draining energy admitted him in a dull aura killing all his enthusiasm and also transporting him to an arena of deep worry and defeat.

As he sat beside Suman, Kanchan slightly punched the door shut. Suman wasn't snoring, it means she had just closed her eyes in rest. She was still in her polka dot nightwear- which he found uber cute. But then he traced the sweat marks dried on the creases of her forehead, the tears dried on her face. It made his gut twist in pain but then he had to talk to her. 'Suman..' he called out her name with so much love and mush- as if trying to not break it with strain.

It does happen. There is a symphony of affection and deep vigilance when we take the name of a person we care for, we love.

Suman opened her eyes, to a sight she could have given anything for. She looked at him- and let her eyes stay on his face and drink it with utmost care. 'I...' Suman tried speaking and getting up at the same time as Shravan helped her. Her heart skipped a beat and ironically she felt alive and happy for the first time that day.

Shravan held her hand. He saw her looking anywhere but him. She was stealing her gaze from his scrutiny. 'You want to tell me something?' Shravan again pestered her to speak.

'Shravan..' she said, alerting his ears. His name felt like a petal from her lips- the most fragrant and beautiful thing in the world. 'I saw my mother today. After a long, a very long time...' she held his hand tighter and Shravan just responded back.

'I don't know, but I am sorry. Shravan- I am not the girl you had once loved...' with this Suman let out a hard sob and stared on the floor unable to catch Shravan's gaze. She felt his shoulders stiffen, most probably he would like to leave her.

'Look at me.' Shravan commanded his voice colder. Suman shivered and felt obliged to obey.

As she turned her head, she lifted her eyes to his, to find just admiration and adoration for her. It was the look she had dreamt of all these years, from the same eyes. The look could make her heart flutter and knees weak. In the right way. No, it wasn't anxiety clouding her- it was love.

Shravan hadn't seen a woman more beautiful than Suman. Her messed hair, her tear-stricken face, and her glassy eyes- they were a treat to his senses. He didn't know how affection and attractions worked- but if it worked like that- stealing all his senses, then he was up for it.

Instinctively, Shravan found himself bending towards Suman, and when he was just half a centimeters away from her lips, he left a sweet peck on the groves of her mouth. He could feel her shudder under his touch as her eyes were closed in peace. She didn't flinch and he felt victorious about it. 'Who said you are not the same girl? I think you are beautiful.' he punctuated his sentence with another kiss at the other end of her lips.

Suman felt as if she was in seventh heaven. His cologne and his closeness created a fusion of erratic breathing and was depressing all her body for any movement. She was stoned and taken.

She opened her eyes and felt herself taking her one hand on his shoulder, and the other on his cheek. And then she did the unthinkable. She brushed her lips on his and ducked her head for another. She could feel his heartbeat go erratic under her touch. As her hold tightened, she could feel the impression of the stars stashed on his shoulder strap. She saw it and gave out a laugh.

This lightened the tension and Shravan too joined in, seeing how awkward things could get in a minute. But it was still worth it.

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Brilliant update!!! Really loved reading the last three chapters. Eagerly waiting for the next update!!!!! 😊

What a nice story dear. I read all the parts in one go and loved every bit of it. Your writing is just wow. 👏👏 Waiting for the next chapter