I love you... (RTMC FF) - Page 3

Originally posted by: pranita1202

HI pari , as these days i was busy in prepping and doing case study on my final project thing. so 2de the first stage was the presentation was over.

so 2day i ran home to do stuff on internet i like

so i was playing around with designs online , so this turned up

Part 1:

Veer held the pink shiffon dupatta to his face and the familiar smell immediately struck him, an overwhelming grief knotting his stomach and pulling at his heart. Pins & needles ran up the back of his neck and a lump in his throat threatened to choke him. Panic took over. Apart from the low hum of the fridge, the room house was quiet. He was alone. Bile rose in his throat and he ran to the washroom, where he collapsed to his knees before the toilet.

Ananya was gone and she would never be back. That was the reality. He would never again run his fingers through her soft hair, never again touch her glowy pink cheeks, never share a secret joke across the table at a dinner party, never put his head on her shoulder when he got home from a hard day at work and just needed a hug, he would never share a bed with her again, never be woken up next to her beautiful face, never fight with her about whose turn it was to get up and turn the bedroom lights off, never laugh with her so much his stomach would ache. All that was left was a bunch of memories, and an image of her face that became more and more vague each day.

Their plan had been very simple: to stay together for the rest of their lives. A plan that anyone within their circle would agree was accomplishable. They were best friends, lovers and soul mates, destined to be together, everyone thought. But as it happened, one day destiny cruely changed its mind.

The end had come all too soon. After complaining for a few days, Ananya had agreed to Veer's advice to see their family doctor. This was done on one Friday on a lunch break from their work. They thought the migrain was due to stress or tiredness, and agreed that at very worst she might need glasses. She shrieked in the clinic with the thought of wearing glasses and argued with the doctor to suggest some Yoga tips or Ayurved medicines for this, Veer remembered. She need not have worried, since it turned out it wasn't her eyes that were the problem. It was the tumour growing inside her brain.

Veer flushed the toilet and, he shakily rose to his feet. She was 23 years old. She was a bit thin as she always wanted a perfect figure and for that she followed a proper diet and her elfin & attractive figure is the result of that diet….but she was healthy enough to…… well, to live a normal life. When she became very sick she would bravely joke about how she shouldn't have lived life so safely. Should have travell more, should have taken admiision for Ph.d, should have learnt glass painting…… her wish list went on. Even as she laughed about it Veer could see the regret in her eyes. Regret for the things she'd never made timeto do, places she'd never seen and sorrow for the loss of future experiences. Did she regret the life she had with him? Veer never doubted that she loved him, but feared she felt she had wasted precious time. He remembered, ageing was something they wanted so much to avoid.

Veer drifted from room to room while he sobbed fat, salty tears. His eyes were red and sore, and there seemed to be no end to this night. None of the rooms in the house provided him with any comfort, just unwelcoming silences as he stared around at the furnoture. He longed for the chair to hold out its arm to his but even it ignored him.

Ananya would not be happy with this, he thought. He took a deep breath, dried his puffy eyes and tried to shake some sense into himself. No, Ananya would not be happy at all. Veer's eyes were tender and bulbous from crying all through the night. Just as he had every other night for the past few weeks, he had fallen into fitful sleep in the early hours of the morning. Eachday he woke up to find himself sprawled uncomfirtably against some piece of furniture- today it was the couch. Once again it was the phone call from a concerened friend or family member that roused him. They probably thought that all he did was sleep. Where were their phone calls when she listlessly roamed in the house like a zombie, searching the rooms for………..for what? What was he expecting to find?

'Hello,' he answered groggily. His voice was hoarsefrom all the tears but he had long stopped caring about maintaining a brave face. His best friend was gone and nobody understood that no amount of fresh air or partying or work was going to fill the hole in his heart.

'Oh, sorry, Beta, did I wake you?' the concerened voice of Veer's mother came across the line. Every morning his mother called to see if he had survived the night alone, always afraid of waking him, yet always reliebved to hear his voice; safe in the knoledge her son had braved the ghost of the night. She even insisted to stay with him and she asked him many times to move with them to his parent's home. But he denied for either option as he didn't want to share his pain and wants to stay alone here only with his Ananya's memories.

'No, I was just dozing, it's OK.' Always the same answer.

'Your dad and Dharam have gone out and I was thinking of you, dear.'

Why did that soothing sympathetic voice always send tears to Veer's eyes? He could picture his mother's face, eyebrows furrowed, forehead wrinkled with worry and teary eyes. But it didn't soother Veer. Ananya should be here beside him and trying to snatch the receiver from his hand to have a chat with his mother and her chat mostly contains complains about his untidy and careless behavior to which Veer would have rolled his eyes up to heaven. It seldom worked.

'It's a lovely day, Veer. It would do you the world of good to go out for a walk. Get some fresh air.'

'Um, I suppose.' There it was again – fresh air, the alleged answer to all his problems.

'Maybe I'll call round later and we can have a chat,' said his mother understandingly.

'No thanks, Maa. I'm OK.'

Silence.

'Well, all right….. give me a ring if you change your mind. I'm free all day.'

'OK.' Again silence. 'Thanks, though.'

'Right then…..take care, Beta.'

'I will.' Veer was about to put down the phone when he heard mother's voice again.

'Oh, Veer, I almost forgot. That envelope is still here for you – you know the one I told you about. It's on the table. You might want to collect it. It's been here for weeks now and it might be important.'

'I doubt it. It's probably just another card.'

'No, I don't think it is, Beta. It's addressed to you and above your name it says…. Oh, hold on while I get it……'

The phone was put down, the sound of heels on the tiles towards the table, chairs screeched against the floor, footsteps getting louder, phone being picked up…….

'You still there?'

'Yeah.'

'OK, it says at the top "The List". Maybe it's from work or something, Veer. It's worth just taking a……' voice ended abruptly as Veer dropped the phone.

Originally posted by: pranita1202

Now u r making me cry

i don't even remember how badly i was sobbing wen i first saw PS I L U well I haven't seen d movie but I read d book and it was fab

maybe coz i love gerard butler (except in 300) hey I liked him in 300 also 😃

i had get a towel after scene after gerry's memorial service and holly in hope listening to his voice calls the phone to get recorded answering machine message. then he playing guitar aww i teary

just their first meeting scene i had the biggest grin n my face and then tears in my eyes wen holly is shown reading the letter and gerry narrates it and place his head on her shoulder

ooo how i much luv this movie u have no clue

And jow much love this book, u have no clue 😃 😛

as said that i love the book too; it had holly's family , holly's relationship with karen is shown more nicely the way karen names her son gerry and holly's relation with her elder brother, daniel . her australian return sister is funny . just loved it.

the way she fumbles at mall queue, all in book was full of hope.

u wrote a fantastic piece of art

veer remembering her

the way described veer's plight . i need a tissue oh dear plz don't cry

the list arrived yeppie . eager to see how u will proceeed the story

Originally posted by: sparksfly

wow...di anothr rtmc fff!!!!!!!!!!!

yay!! i luv ur writng ure gr8!!

dis is on d lines of ps i luv u na??

ive wantd 2 read d story wid dem as d main protagonist!!

n rt aliv wid mugs dead...dats intrstng!!!

w8ng 2 c d list!!!!

thnx 4 doing dis di!!

start was gr8!! feelngs were perfctly descrbd!!!

do continue soon!!!