Arjuhi FF:Whisper Of The Heart Note p.43 Closed - Page 12

Originally posted by: aparna4karanika

parm i dnt like my frnds calling me 'aparna' i feel sm dstnce between me dem den..so if u cnsdr me as a frnd,den cal me appu..😊

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Originally posted by: cooljaya11

Hi pam
When I read first promo I think story related to film " 50 first dates ""
N wht is the mystery behind arjun face n was he know arohi !!!

Originally posted by: Yutishta

Awesome update..loved it

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Cry Over The Night

"Arjun, it is essential that you control her condition tonight. If she feel very disoriented, or have balance problems, or to see ... call me immediately. At any time. Make her drink a lot, keep it warm and wake her up once or twice during the night, to check that everything is alright. Is this clear? "
Arjun nods silently, a determined expression on his face.
Hey, I'm here too. It's me you're talking about.
"Its make you angry, right?" Megha's voice awakens me from my thoughts.
"Uh?"
"The fact that they're talking as if you were not there. Or worse, as if you were a child who can not understand what they say. "
Uh? I spoke out loud without even realizing it?
"They are always like so. Sometimes they can really make you mad ... "she smiles, shaking her head. Remains in thought for a moment, probably remembering some episode.
"Do not worry, you're in good hands ..." she smiled then, stretching out a hand to stroke my hair.

"Well dear, I'm going. Whatever you need, do not hesitate to contact Arjun. He calls me and I will be with you in an instant. Okay?" He gathers his things and approach me. He shakes my hand, gently, his eyes warm and caring. I nod my head, the hint of a smile. He turns and heads for the door. At that moment, Megha stood up.
"Dad, wait, you will give me a lift? I came on foot ... " he grab a bag beside the bed, and goes to his father.
Step? To where?
"Megha, you do not live here ..." I ask, trying in vain to hide the concern in my voice.
"No I do not live here, silly. I live in the country, as dad ... you know, I do not think that Arjun would be able to endure my presence and that of my husband for a long time ... "he turns to Arjun, and makes him tongue. He responds with a grimace that would seem angry, but he can not hide a smile.

Husband.
She is married. Megha does not live here, she is married, and this means that I have just agreed to stay the whole night alone in a secluded house in the middle of nowhere with a stranger.
Oh, and I do not even remember my name.
It must be a nightmare. A terrible, terrible nightmare.
For the umpteenth time, I feel my eyes burning, a sign that the tears are coming.
Everyone in the room staring at me, and I can only imagine my face at this time. In a second Megha was sitting on my bed again, and shakes my hand.
"Honey, I'm sorry, you thought I lived here? Arjun lives alone here ... If you do not feel to stay but ... "
Megha doesn't continue, as my eyes are looking Arjun. He keeps his eyes fixed on the floor. On the face, an expression so sad that tears are even more insistent.
He is so sad because of me? For what I said?
"No, Megha, I'll be all right here. I'm just really confused, you know? "I shake hands with all the strength I can, trying to sound convincing.
I must be completely crazy. Maybe I escaped from a nursing home.
Yes, this would explain many things.
A sane person would not care to hurt the feelings of a stranger.
"Here, I leave my cell phone, I don't need to use it. In the most recent calls there are the number of my husband, Avinash. You can call me anytime. "So saying, Megha hugs me. She hugs me as if we were sisters, not as if we had known little more than an hour.
Once past the initial shock, the human touch is ... nice. Reassuring. Before I knew, I'm returning her embrace with equal affection.
"It'll be okay baby, trust us."
"Thank you Megha. I'll be fine. "
And in that moment, I really believe.

Following the latest recommendations, the doctor and Megha leave the room, leaving me alone with Arjun.
Completely alone.
He is still standing, still in the same corner of the room.
I keep looking down on my hands, I hold clasped in my lap, and I can see only the lower part of his body. Wearing jeans and a pair of old sneakers. Slowly, I look up to his face, smiling.
Arjun responds to my smile, shyly. He runs a hand through his hair, his eyes moving from side to side of the room, but he do not cross mine.
"I'm going to ... prepare a bath, okay? So you can ... uh ... out of those wet clothes. Feel cold, I guess ... "
I can only do so with the head. Before I can even think of anything to say, or I may have time to thank him, Arjun is out the door.
I looked around the room looking for the first time. It is small, but cozy. The bed is dark wood, as well as the cabinet, positioned on the opposite wall. To my left is the window, but the darkness prevents me from seeing what's outside. Next to the window there is a library, always of wood, this time more clearly. It occupies almost the entire wall, and is literally packed. Dozens, hundreds of books, CDs, movies. Some are arranged in neat rows, others are scattered here and there to fill in the blanks. On the bedside table, to my right, over a bottle of water. An old diary with leather cover, a pen. A small lamp shade, with a dusty lampshade, and an old alarm clock. In the other corner of the room, a chair covered with clothes. I carry the look on the window, while my hand caressed the blue bedspread.
How did I end up here? Unconscious, memory, everything?
How many hours are gone, and why no one is looking for me? I am alone in the world? I have no family, no friends? I close my eyes again, hoping to remember something. Anything. A name, a face, a city. But again, nothing.

"EMH ... the bath is ready, if you want ..."
His voice comes suddenly, and it makes me wince. Instinctively, I carry a hand on the heart, breathing deeply.
"Excuse me, I do not mean to scare you," Arjun whispered, keeping his eyes down again.
Arjun, look at me. Do not keep your head down, do not hide your face.
That's the scar? It's nothing ... I'm not afraid.
"Thanks ..." I replied, brushing aside the quilt to get up. The sheets are wet, as my clothes.
"Oh, I wet the whole ..." I can not finish speaking. Just when I come down, the room starts to spin and I lose my balance.
I expect to fall, but the contact with the floor does not come.
To come are two arms, warm and strong. They wrap, support me, preventing me from falling. Arjun.
My face is in his chest, and I can not help to inhale deeply.
It smells clean, fresh seafood. It is very good.
I breathe again, and sure of finding the balance and open my eyes.
"The sheets ... sorry ..." I muttered, eyes still closed. I do not want to open them. I want to stay here, in his arms.
"The bed sheets? Are you talking about? "he asks, his voice low.
I do not answer right away. Instead, I make another deep breath.
Honey. It smells like honey.
His hand is at the base of my back. It's big, boiling over my wet clothes. I feel his thumb moving slowly, like to stroke. Or maybe it's just my imagination.
"... The sheets are wet ... my fault ..." I whisper, at the end.
"Oh, that ... it nothing, do not worry ..." I can hear the smile in his voice, even if I do not see it.
"How do you feel? Can you stand now? "
Ah, right. It is assumed that I cannot stand all evening like that.
"Yes, I think so. I probably got up too fast ... "Reluctantly I leave him and got away from the warmth of his chest and his arms. I look up, and I find his face. He stares at me with an intense, incomprehensible look. So intense that I can not support it, and I find myself staring at the floor.
"Yeah, it was probably that. Lets go the bathroom, okay? "

The bathroom is next door to the bedroom. It is not big, but it is clean and tidy. The fixtures are white, and the walls are covered with blue tiles. The bathtub is full of water and some towels are placed nearby. The air is pleasantly warm.

"I made you some clean clothes ..." Arjun indicate a stool next to the sink. "These are mine ... I'm sorry, I did not find anything better ..."
"It's great, thank you" I smile at him, hoping that he can see my gratitude.
"Well, I leave you alone now ... Do not lock up, okay? I promise I will not go, but ... for anything ... if you need ... I feel more comfortable, here ... "
He runs his hand through his hair, avoiding looking me in the face. He is embarrassed?
"No, you're right. No key, I promise. "


The hot bath is a blessing. It relaxes the muscles cold, relaxes the mind, even more the tired body. I remain soak until my fingers do not shrivel and the water is not cool.
Among the towels that Arjun has left for me, I choose the biggest and I wrap myself inside. I remain motionless a few seconds, enjoying the warmth and the scent of shower gel on my skin. I recognized it immediately: this is the scent of honey that I first felt on Arjun. Still wrapped in the towel, not without a little fear, I approach the mirror located above the sink. And a sigh of relief left my lips when my eye meets my reflection.
And I smile.
I smile to my brown eyes and my pale skin. I smile to my nose that I hate. Yes, I know I hate it. I smile to my cheeks slightly flushed from the heat, I smile for the balck hair falling in waves right up to my shoulders.
I smile to the first image I see family from the moment I opened my eyes.
And then I walked over to the clothes that Arjun has left for me.
I take them in hand, I look at them. A pair of soft pants, plaid, probably belonging to pajamas, and a blue t-shirt. There are also socks and boxer shorts blacks.
I wear them, as I feel the blood rising to my face. Surely I'm red as a beet, and not for the heat this time.
I put my pants, socks and then the shirt. While wearing it, I smell it: the scent of soap, clean, Arjun.
I can not find a hairdryer, then dabbed my hair as best I can, I grab my wet clothes, making a bundle, and I head into the bedroom.

I find Arjun leaning over the bed, intent on changing the sheets. I stand on the jamb of the door looking at him, taking advantage of the fact that he is unaware of my presence.
Stretching the sheet below, angles. He puts the top sheet, sliding it under the mattress. He does this slowly, carefully.
He does not seem just a guy who is arranging a bed.
In his gestures, there is all the toil and sorrow of who had to learn to take care of himself, and he did it alone.
I would cross the room, reach him, embrace him. I would tell him that I do not know what it happened, but you'll be fine. As he did with me. God, I'm crazy. I have to be.

Arjun ends up placing the bed covers, and turns toward the door, noticing my presence.
"Oh, you're done. Are you all right? "
"Yes, the bathroom was perfect. Thank you very much. "
"I made you something to eat. It is not appetizing, but dad has recommended you to remain light ... "
Only at that moment I saw the tray on the nightstand. There is a cup of broth, milk, slices of toasted bread. And I feel hungry immediately.
"Arjun it's so nicely. Thanks, really. I have fallen here, and ... "
"It's nothing ... Do not thank me. Now eat and rest. I will be downstairs, okay? "Arjun gives me a half smile that lights his green eyes, and walks out the door.

I sit on the bed, placing the tray on the best of my legs. I drink the broth, eat the bread. I can not finish the milk though, and leave the cup on the nightstand, and put the tray on the floor by the door.
I go back to bed, go under the covers, turn off the light.
I must sleep.
Tomorrow I'll go to the police, and I'll understand what happened.
I just need to sleep.

And if it doesn't go as I thought?
I place the pillow under my head, I turn away.
I could not find anything tomorrow. And then what will I do? I can not stay here forever with Atjun. Damn, I do not want to stay here forever with Arjun.
Moreover, I do not know anything about him.
For some reason I trust him. Its mere presence who can calm down.
But I could be wrong. He could be a psychopath. They could have me brought here from somewhere.
God, but what I had in mind? Why I agreed to stay here?
I turn on the light, sitting up. The silence makes me crazy, and the walls of the room chokes me.
I feel the breath is getting faster.
I want to leave.
Where?
I do not know. There is no where, there is no one, nothing.
I feel my eyes burn, and I am not surprised when the first tears start to come down on my cheeks.
The sobs start coming, and breathing becomes increasingly difficult.
The door opens.
"What has happened? I heard you cry from the floor below! Are you sick? You want I call dad? "
Arjun. He seems worried. He walk over to the bed, with quick steps.
"No. I do not feel bad, do not call him " I can say between sobs.
"But ... you're crying. Do not worry, you'll see that ... "
"What, I'll be fine? Le...leave me alone ... "
"But ... I ..."
"Arjun ... do it... please. I want ... I know ... I want to be alone. "Breathing is difficult. Talking is almost impossible.
"As you wish. I'll be down, if you need me. "I wish I had only imagined the disappointment in his voice.
Arjun leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
Leaving me, as I asked, completely and frighteningly alone.

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