Simply Magic - Spell # 2 || NTL - page 147 - Page 11

nice os...
u really portrayd a true reality of our society.it happens no matter either inasia aur europe.......girls alwyaz faced and they escaped frm tht fear.but is the way to run away frm it aor to escape......

i think one should boldly face it.........

really like ur update.........

Dearest Kinza,

This post is for 'slipped away.'

I loved 'She was like a breath of fresh air in scorching heat, a drop of water in barren desert, a blade of grass in heaps of sand, a wish of living for lonely hearts. The manner you begin with more usual metaphors, then slowly meandering away to the unusual 'a blade of grass,' and then that final 'wish' which stings and soothes whilst spinning us off anticipated ordinary ordinates. In this way you grabbed my attention! Very nicely done! 👏

Sometimes I used to question myself that why was I so heartless with her?? Minor quibble, if I may and if you don't mind; a question remains singular no matter how confusing it gets. 😆😳
You know this type of relationship has always intrigued my mind's more speculative side. It is very rarely written or even spoken about, so I was very much impressed just from the fact you chose to do so. ⭐️ However I tend to speculate more on why 'she' remained with him, rather than why his reasons or justifications. Why do people love to play the martyrs in relationships, those marriages which now contain entangled more than entwined hearts? Is it just a test of forbearance or is it something else? More than often, from my observations, it tends to be the 'lesser' of the two who is the martyr. I once concluded (in the specific rather than general) that it is to do with provoking the ugly inner side of the 'better' to finally pour out for them to see, and thereby manifesting the true reality of things, that truly the better is uglier, contrary to the apparent; the earth returned to a natural harmony against the deluded world.

HOWEVER you twisted this concept by making 'her' the better of the two AND the martyr, which although rarely does indeed happen in real life too. Again very insightful, sharp and impressive!⭐️⭐️⭐️

Another minor quibble, there is a difference between jealous and envy, even though nowadays they are interchangeable, but as a writer it is better to use the 'better' word, which in this case is envy. I won't digress further BUT if you are interested in learning further either pm me or do a Boolean search.😳

Ah! We come full circle, I liked emphasizing the fact she was not as good as she appeared. Maybe i was being too pedantic as above. It really is all semantically the same! 😳

Again you bring in that insight, expertly weaved into your narrative; if you wish to know how your husband will treat you, look to see how he treats his mother. Case in point, Mayank Sharma, Shilpa Sharma and Nupur Bhushan Sharma. 😃 I love the manner you make these insightful points through little events, acts or actions. I have noted this in your writing and I must say, to me, it is the mark of a very talented writer. Truly exceptionally done! ⭐️⭐️⭐️

There was no way she could make me happy, because I never wanted to stay happy with her, not catch-22 but an asphyxiation nonetheless.

Nicely written. "accident ho gaya.." These were the words I remember collided with my ears

I loved, refusing her in this immense joy was not possible, just succinctly summing up the 'final' effect, she had 'affected' his heart. A light so bright, just as it had to be, so that it could pierced through the crevices of heavily guarded, defended walls into unknown regions, even to the king himself. ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Beautiful piece, as always. 😳 Love Sabah

@Mehak ....
i am not much into readin ff or os thse days bt today i read ur os- slipped away... i m truely it is one of the best stuff ever ... awesome..it trmbled evry cord

God Bless n keep writing more

Ruchi

thank u so much sweets..🤗 and yes this is a fear every girl goes through but i pray no one experiences this.

"mayank bilkul chup rehna!" his dad strictly told him as he pressed the doorbell of the lavish bungalow. Mayank obediently nodded, holding his school bag tightly.

He was very excited, but fearing his father, he was very quiet.

Today, as his father came to pick him up from the school, he was given a great news. Mayank was to accompany his father to his work today. His father was getting late so he decided to take mayank with him to save time.

So, here he was standing outside the gate of the lavish bungalow.

His father was an electrician. He used to work in such huge houses, fitting wires and repairing appliances. He always talked about the latest appliances and gadgets and mayank wished he could own them. But, even being in class 2, he knew what his father's income couldn't afford, but the wish of seeing them was still there.

The gate was opened by a servant. Walking inside, holding his father's hand, mayank's eyes were getting wide with amazement. It seemed like a theme park he used to go with his family, but here he was walking in someone's home!! People have such huge gardens in homes!, he squeaked with excitement but his father 's glare silenced him again.

They entered the lounge, through a huge main door and mayank was again lost in all the luxurious items there, there huge sofas, chandlers and paintings..

"samrat baba k room main LCD fix karna hai", a male voice broke his concentration from the huge painting and he was dragged up the stairs, with his after holding his hand tightly.

A servant was leading them up the huge stairs and mayank was observing the soft carpet flooring on the stairs. "Ye room hai, main LCD bhijwata hon", the servant said and left, while his father glared at him again.

"tumhari awaaz ayi na tu phir dekhna", his father whispered but the stiffness was evident, while mayank nodded again.

His father knocked the room but there was no answer, he again knocked when a small boy of a almost 6 years peeped out of the room,"ap ko dad ne bheja hai?", the child asked, observing the tall man and another kid of almost his size.

"gi beta, ap k kamre main TV fix karna hai", mayank's father said softly, and the boy opened the door immediately and jumped, "WOW!", he smiled in excitement and mayank and his father entered his room.

His room was a whole new world for mayank, so huge , painted in blue, with so many car patterns on the walls and such huge toys scattered on the floor, he was about to show his child like excitement when he sensed that he was pinned in a corner, "bus chup kar k yahan khare raho, mujhe adha ghanta lage ga bus", his father repeated with the same strictness and he just nodded again, while his father went to open the packing of the huge box brought in by the servants.

As his father went to fix the TV, he started observing the room again, there were so many things new to him and he was intently staring at everything, unaware that someone else was staring at him.

"Hi samrat", the little boy, who was the owner of that room headed his hand towards mayank. Mayank was abit hesitant, but seeing the smile on a boy , which he thought was equal in his height he smiled back and shook hands with him "mayank", he replied.

"Ye uncle tumhare dad hain?", samrat asked while mayank nodded, "haan, merey bauji hain", a proud smile graced his face as he mentioned about his father,

"tum apne dad k sath her jaga jatey ho?",samrat asked in an amazed voice.

"nahi , aj bauji pehli baar mujhe apne sath kaam pe le k aye hain, school se leney aye they tu keh rahe they ghar chorney ka time nahi hai",mayank made sure he gave all the details while samrat's eyes' widened, "tumhare dad tumahin school se leney atey hain?'. His voice was showing the amazement, while mayank calmly replied, "haan roz atey hain, sab k atey hain", he said, as according to him, this was nothing to get surprised of.

"mujhe tu nahi leney atey", he stated simply and now it was mayank's turn to get amazed, "tu kaun leney ata hai?

"driver", he said normally.

"driver?'

"haan jo hamari gari drive karte hain, un k sath"

"wo tumhain raaste main gola aur icecream le k detey hain?', mayank asked as he was finding the thought of coming home with a stranger very weird, while samrat still was gazing him in excitement, "nahi, agr main bolta hon tu le k detey hain, warna nahi"

"merey bauji tu bina bole bhi le k detey hain, roz!", he stated proudly.

"wow!, tumhare pass kaunsi gari hai", samrat asked, moving more close to him in the corner, "gari nahi hai, cycle hai, bauji mujhe cycle pe school leney atey hain"

"cycle pe, tum cycle pe kahan bethey ho?"

"bauji k agey!"

"dar nahi lagta?, gir jao tu?"

"nahi, bauji ne mujhe bhota zor se pakra hota hai", mayank said, "per gari main aney ka tu bohat maza ata hoga na?", he said again, looking with wide amazed eyes,

"haan bohat maza ata hai", samrat smiled brightly and mayank smiled weakly, while he noticed his father fixing the Rectangular slab like TV on the wall, "ye TV dewaar pe kaisey lag raha hai?', he asked in disbelief

"ye TV dewaar pe hi lagtey hain", samrat repied calmly, "merey mom dad k room main, didi k room main, sab k room main hai, bus merey main nahi tha, ab merey main bhi lag jaye ga", he was very excited seeing the TV being fixed on the wall,

"merey ghar main tu TV table pe para hua hai",mayank was still amazed, "haan wo purana hoga na!", samrat declared

"per us pe programs tu sarey naye atey hain",mayank made his point and samrat thought for a while, "maa aur bhiaya aur hum sab sath beth k program dekhety hain, sab kehtay hain k naye programs hain", mayank stated his point more clearly

"tumhare mom dad tumhare sath beth k TV dekhtey hain?', samrat felt another shock,

"haan!", he said plainly, according to him it was no big deal

"main tu akela hi dekhta hon, mom dad ko bolta hon per wo kehtey hain k wo busy hain aur didi bus parhti rehti hain ya doston k sath bahir jati rehti hain", he said making a sad face

"merey bhiaya tu mujhe parhatey hain aur mujhe apne doston k sath bahir bhi le k jate hain", his voice was joyous and samrat's sorrow deepened, "acha tumhare pass Play station hai?', samrat diverted the conversation to his favorite topic, that was games,

"nahi, wo kia hota hai?'

"wo game hoti hai, TV k sath connect kar k khelety hain?, tumhare pass wo nahi hai tu tum kia kehtely ho phir?'

"main cricket khelta hon, apne ghar k pass wale park main, aur ludo, aur'"

"ye sab tu purani games hain, tum bor nai hotey".,samrat asked and mayank pondered that yes, sometime she wished for new games but

"main tu her week nai CD leta hon PS games ki, bohat maza ata hai", samrat again said and mayank only looked at him in fascination, "tu phir..

"mayanak..",

Mayank was interrupted by his father, "chalo ghar challey", mayank nodded and held his hand while his father turned towards samrat, "beta dekh lo, TV fix ho gaya hai", Samrat ran towards the wall to get a front view and mayank followed him.

It was looking great!, with no wires around, just a rectangular slab pasted on the wall.

"thank you uncle", samrat said with genuine gratitude, while mayank's father smiled, "acha beta ab hum ja rahe hain"

'bye uncle, bye mayank", he said forwarding his hand and mayank held it

"bye samrat".

They both came out of samrat's room, with mayank turning his neck to see it again.

After receiving his payment form the head servant, they headed towards home.

Samrat started fixing his play station to his new TV, while mayank headed towards his home where his mother was waiting for him impatiently, as she had cooked his favorite kheer.

"Kabhi kisi ko mukammal jahan nahi milta..

kisi ko zameen..tu kisi ko asmaan nahi milta..."

I had once heard the statement you quoted at the end -

before going to read this one - i wanna say kinzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i want Sanu OS
pilishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh- do write a Sanu OS.....:)

WOW! I simply loved it... the way you have portrayed the differences in the life styles of both classes... AMAZING! 👏

Wow !!! Kinza amazing OS.🤗🤗
it was such a cute , amazing & realistic OS. loved it very much.
but tell me something Kinza, whats the matter with you ?
you have pulled us all out of our dreamy world to the harsh reality with your last 3 one shots.
none the less every os is brilliant , that shows your range & that you are Master of all genre.
thanks a lot for all your amazing creations.

thanks for the pm.

AWWW... SUCH AN AMAZING AND HEART TOUCHING TALE!!! AND SOOO TRUE NA!! WELL DONE KINZU|!! ANOTHER OF UR BEAUTIFUL WORKS!! MWAH!!