Ragna ss : fates decided ( discontinued) - Page 4

Originally posted by: gargdia

Res😊

unres

Great,so this was d story u were talking abt😳...awsm start n a unique concept😳

What is this?
Raghav n pakhi r married 😡
the thought rakhi married itself made me mad bt thank god u killd her othrwise i do that..
🤢
I hate people who drinks,bcz of pakhi..vittal lost his life...poor kalpi n pakya😭
bt where is their mothr?

Kalpi hit raghav...bt he didnt protest...raghav is hurt too...i cnt see tears in raghav's eye😭

ragna met again...i lovd the way their convrstn flow easily...no hesitatin,no ego,nthng...
Both r in pain fr loosing their lovd ones...

Raghav askd her fr coffe😳...i think he wants sm peace by pouring his heart n he knw that nly kalpi cn undrstnd him in dis situatin...
I hope this first meeting/date brings them closer to each othr

Originally posted by: premap

Interesting ! Getting rid of Paakhi at the start is a good idea !

Originally posted by: dragonok

Hey farhana 😛
So glad that u read my this os
Heheheh
I don't know the reason of why I get excited after every few sec.
But m so happy u literally liked it
Thanks 😆

Chapter 2:

I came out, and the waiting area was empty. "What had you even expected?" I was angry at my disappointment. I marched out of the hospital and towards the parking lot.

Raghav was standing, leaning against his SUV. He straightened himself up when he saw me. I walked towards him. It was never my intension to meet him again, yet the air around him soothes my pain. I feel the tension from my body wiped away, in his presence.

"I need some hard coffee" I whispered reaching close to him.

"Hmmm... even my head is severely aching", his voice was deep yet smooth.

His red burning eyes were enough to tell, he must have cried a lot. He opened the door of his car and directed me to sit in, after some seconds, he himself settled into the driver seat. Leaning his head on the head set he glanced at me. He was silent but needed love.

I lived in the family where my father alone tried every day to make up his two children live, It was clearly visible how lonely he always feels. My mother died due to cancer when I was 9 and my brother was just a year old. I have always seen how empty my father was, how deeply he missed her every day. Plastering the mask of laughter he failed in hiding how sad he was without his wife. Every night after assuring we both have peacefully slept, he drank himself in the world of alcohol. Sitting on the edge of window, he cries every night, looking up in the sky.

I always wanted to go and hug him tightly, letting him know... we are there for him. But the feeling of embarrassing him, restrained me of doing it. "What if, he feels embarrassed? What if, this gives him some moment of peace?" All questions were unanswered for me but I always managed to witness how madly my father was hurt from inside. How much her father wants his wife back.

Looking at him, all the memories flushed into me. I do not have the power to handle the quilt of not letting my father understand, he was not alone. I raised my both arms toward him, "Come to me !!!", I commanded. He release his seat belt and suddenly bump his head on my chest, as if he was only waiting for this. Pulling me closer to him from my waist, his both arms were around my waist . I was stroking his head, pressed him deeper into me. He was crying loudly and I realised , how much my father wanted this. He loosen his grip from my waist and tried to straighten himself.

"NO!!! There is nothing embarrassing... Stay like this... You are not alone..."I murmured caressing his head, I don't know... whether it was for that man , whom I was hugging so tightly or the words were for my dad... whom I always wished of expressing.

It was past 1 hour that we stayed in our position in his closed car. He was asleep over me, hugging me very tightly. Seeing him sleeping, flowed the sense of satisfaction all over my spine. I regretted my cowardness. If I was strong enough to step forward for my father, he might too had slept like this every night, despite of overloading himself in the pool of alcohol.

I massaged his head, remembering he complained of severe headache. The affection which I had suppress in me from the very long time for my father was poured in him. Somewhere deep in my heart, I want to show what I wanted to do with my father. I was not thinking from my mind rather from my heart.

"NO !!! This is wrong... He is not my father..." The sudden realization hit me and I pushed him away from me. He got his head hit on the window plane, blinking at me, He rubbed his one hand over his head and other ran across his face.

"Let's go for the coffee !!!"exhailing the long breathe, he said looking on the road.

Raghav followed the waiter to the table, I just weaved my way to him. He held the chair as I sat down. He is a gentleman.

The waiter took our order and left.

"How've you been?" he asked.

"I don't really know...Right now, it's all about getting through day" I felt the tears begin to gather but I blinked furiously to fight them.

"what about you?" I asked.

"Am back at work... It's busy right now" , he looked into my eyes. A tear rolled down my face. He wiped it with his thumb and cupped my face.

"It will get better. It has to get better..." he murmured.

The waiter came with our coffee. Raghav dropped his hand and I touched my hair self consciously.

Even though they did not actively seek each other out, the weekly visit to the hospital and then stop for the coffee was now a mandatory habit for both of them. They didn't talk much. It was an odd connection, where the shared pain needs not to be explained. Once they drove away from the cafe, they went back to their separate lives.