Arjuhi FF:Whisper Of The Heart Note p.43 Closed - Page 9

Originally posted by: mansi_47

OMG first u love the cast and second i soo luv the sotory thanku thanku Mansi

its harshad and karan tacker i mean my latest crush KARAN TACKER 😳 ☺️haye haye blushing yaar😛

im still loya to KK my 2st love...! 😆

Wht happend to aru? and why dose arjun have a scar? can't reveal it now, just follow the FF and you'll learn it

i was nt regular to all ur ffs now im reading all of then and trust me i luv it i cant stp once i start i wail comment on each of them once im done till then im spmming here ohhh, woow, you're reading all the FF...then I'll wait for your comments ji and sure go ahead with spamming

wise back to the ff...!!

i luv how the story started...arjun lives on island?? woa and how did she land up here?? arjun is leaving on island because of a reason and arohi's landing there, you'll know it once she discover her memoruy after many many upd

i wana know soo badly yar whn u goin to update?? upd soon hun!

wise i am mansi ...!hey Mansi :) and on complaint i didnt recieve the PM I haven't PM anyone till now...I have been busy with studies😆😆will PM everyone with the 2nd upd hun!

and update is on PG 7 i think by mistake y rote 6 ...on main post...! thanks for pointing it out...corrected it

love mansi...! love you parm

Originally posted by: ShilpaLuvsKMH

i will give u for the next update a long comment :|.. and for unspoken.. that will be a surprise.. when u get my comment..

I AM SO LAZY :|

Originally posted by: aparna4karanika

huu finishd reading... great ji
Pms later huh ab pm ki zarurat nahi 😛 haha, I didn't PM anyone as I'm too much busy with studies
Hmm wats happening here.?? hehe
Arohi s cnfsd...arjun s cnfsd ...megha s cnfsd n poor me s also cnfsed ! hahaha but I'm not confused and thats very important
Hmm parmm ur description abt arjun's eyes reminded me 'i hate love story's arjun'
Awww... Yeshhh, that Arjun's boss of IHLS has green eyes too😳😳
N yeah dear... Wt happend to my arohi..😔 arohi is safe...she is in good hands
N arjun gt a scar??? [:O] wt happened to him...can't reveal it now
U said to follow to knw dese answers...okey baba...😊okay ji
Hmm anyways i loved d updt...poor aru..thanks for liking it
Update soon 😊 tc love u upd soon and love you too :)

Hello shello...Updates are ready...but before updating I want to thanks all of you for the beautiful comments...thanksss...I love you girlsss

HUGSSS🤗🤗🤗

Chapter 2: Black

"Is that better?"
The velvet voice of Arjun caress me again. I have no idea how many seconds, minutes, hours have passed, but his hands are still on my face. I feel his fingers resting on my cheeks, my hair tickling, dry the last tears. Also my heart feels it, which finds its normal rhythm.

"Yes, I think so ..." I reply with a deep breath. I try to keep my eyes fixed on his, bright and green, but I fail miserably. I still look back on the left side of his face, and the instinct to raise my hand and follow it with my fingers, caressing it, is so strong that I find myself firmly tighten the quilt to avoid doing so.
I do not know whether my eyes, I do not know whether it is the rigidity of my posture, absent until a few seconds ago, but Arjun leave my face, leaving the cold on my cheeks and my heart is a little more scared than before.
He leans on the bedside table, takes a glass and passed it to me. He holds a face tilted slightly, as to want to hide the scar.
"Here, drink this." He whisper. The gentle voice, looking down.
I took the glass in my trembling hands in gratitude, and I hold it to my lips. Water is a blessing for my throat on fire, and drink it all in seconds.
"Thanks," I say, handing him back the glass. "I was really thirsty."
"I'll take the other, okay?" He raises his eyes again, and I see the sadness in his eyes and made me feel a pang.
I would say no, don't go to get that water.
I would ask him to stay here, sitting with me, because his hands on my cheeks allow me to breathe.
I would stroke his face, as he did with me.
I would tell him that he is beautiful, even with the scar.

"Yes, thanks ..." Instead, the only thing I can say, a whisper.

As soon as Arjun leaves the room, Megha gets back to my side. She smiles fondly, big black eyes and perfectly oval face. Unfortunately I know that the smile which I return to her does not spare even the shadow of her heat.
"Hey. I know you're scared, and really who could blame you? But here you are safe. Do not be afraid, you'll see it we will work out ... "
I nod, trying to smile with more conviction.
It would be fun to see her face if I told her that only a few seconds ago, the only thing that worried me were the sad eyes of a stranger.

After a few seconds, Arjun returns to the room. In his hand was a bottle of water, that he put next to the glass. He holds his head low, and the messy hair covering his eyes.
Without looking, he turns and comes back to rest on the wall.

It is absurd to miss them, right?

Megha sits down next to me, pouring more water. I drink few sips, still giving relief to my throat.
"Apart from the head, there's something else that hurts you particularly badly? Think you have something broken? "Megha asked me, putting back bottle and glass on the nightstand.


I'm about to answer when I hear the bedroom door open. And enter in the room a tall man in his fifties. In his hand he has a doctor's case, light brown, which rests at the foot of the bed.
"Dad, finally!" Exclaimed Megha, visibly relieved.
"Sorry, I did as fast as I could. Oh, I see you've regained consciousness, very good " he says coming up to me, smiling. Tall and athletic. Black hair, with a few strips of white here and there that do nothing but increase the charm and intense grey and black eyes. Square jaw, perfect nose. No wonder that Megha is so beautiful.

"So, you have an idea of ??how you came here?" he asked, a smile always on his lips.
I shake my head as I hear again my eyes filled with tears.
The movement hurts my head that starts to pulsate. Instinctively, I put a hand on my forehead, but I just pressure, the pain increases.
"Ouch!"
"Slowly, slowly, you have to be careful. Do you have a headache? "
I nod slightly, his hand still on the front. The doctor removes it gently, before examining with care the point that I was covering. His hands are cool, but the temperature difference is not annoying, indeed. He examine the head gently and carefully for a few minutes, then takes from his bag a small flashlight, yes and no larger than a pen tip put the light in my eyes. From the same case, he takes a stethoscope, before sitting behind me. The cold metal on my back gives me the chills. He asked me to breathe deeply, hold my breath for a few seconds, exhale for several times. The throat is still burning, but less than before.
When he moves, sitting down again in front of me and asks me gently lifting the shirt, my eyes are fixed on Arjun, still standing, leaning against the wall across the room.
I put my hands on the top, ready to lift it, and Arjun quickly averts his gaze.
Not fast enough, however, to prevent me from seeing the faint blush that colors his cheeks, and fell in love.
The doctor continues his visit, carefully examining every inch of my body.
"You have a slight head injury, and you're dehydrated. Other than that, nothing serious, luckily. "He tells me, his voice raised. "You told me you have trouble remembering what happened?"
I nod again, trying to ignore the tears and the feeling of suffocation.
The room was so small even a few minutes ago?
Maybe I should add that I don't remember a few problems, but simply I do not remember anything. But the words does not want to come out of my mouth.
Then Megha intervenes, speaking for me.
"Dad, this is not just a problem ... she do not remember anything. Nothing. "
Nothing.
Why hear it from someone else, loudly, make me feel more afraid?
"Oh. Ohhh ... "
These are just a few seconds, but I seem to see the face of the doctor crossed from the shock. Too soon, however, to know if it's just a figment of my imagination. The time of a blink, and before me there again he looked calm and kind .
"Well, do not worry. It is common to have memory problems in these circumstances. Would you like to tell me the last thing that you can remember? "
I close my eyes, trying to concentrate, to answer your question.
Dark. The only thing that surrounds me is a huge, silent darkness.
"I see nothing, I do not remember anything. Nothing! "
This time I do not even try to stop the tears, or sobs that followed after a few seconds.
"Hey, no ... no, do not cry ... I told you, there are not rare disorders to memory after a head injury. And of course, you're in shock. The brain is a delicate organ, but is also full of resources. Give it time, and give yourself time. Okay? "With the last word, he raises a hand to my face, and gently wipes a tear from my face. It's a kind gesture, affectionate, fatherly.
So why the only thing I can think of is that I wish that Arjun wipe my tears?
"Listen, the first thing we need to do is go to the police. Here is a small central island, but now it's late, and I want you to make you a hot bath, dry clothes before you freeze, you eat something and drink a lot, so as to restore the level fluid and blood sugar. I will speak with the police, and as soon as you throw in the forces and we'll go together. Arjun, will you take care of her for tonight? I could take it home with me, but I would really spare her the fatigue of travel. "
Before answering, Arjun turns to me. His gaze is so intense, so full of emotion that is difficult for me to decipher all. Sadness, fear, excitement. Hope?
Maybe it's just my head playing tricks on me.
"You ... you'd be willing ... I mean, you want to stay? Here, with me? "
Should I say no, right? Even a person with no memory should know that the right thing to say at this time would be 'no, it's better to take me to the police or in a hospital, away from the island and look for my family'.
But my body, my heart, for some unknown reason, I beg to say yes.
Slowly, almost in slow motion, I nod, a hint of a smile. The instinct is to look down, but I do not. Instead, I keep my eyes on him, and my effort was rewarded when I see his lips curl slightly. The angle of the mouth through the scar is still a bit more relieved the other, and his lips are sealed as I can't see his teeth, and even if I do not remember anything from the past, I am convinced that I had never seen anything more beautiful than his smile.

Originally posted by: DUGGUlicious

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