JUST A STORY [A MOHARIKA FF] - Page 18

Originally posted by: rucha123

just started reading dis awesome story of yours i must say dis story is so beautifully written every single word so describing
:) im just in love wiv da way you write da words you use so interesting
do continue n try pm me :)

Hi rucha thanks for stopping by. And the appreciation is a real booster,😛

thank u surprising for visiting and liking love loads. 😳

Jayshree your story and writing we love. Next update is awaited from you. 😊

The writing style is very classy Jaya. Turning out to be a very good read. 😊

Jaya "THEY" are so lovely🤗

Thankyou Umakaruna, surprising, Limraina, mrmrfrevr, jayvenk, foram.

Here are a few more lines which I wrote when I was away_

jaya its being punishment for me to wait..pls have mercy

AdLa

The Chief extended a file.

A brief history of all the patients Doctor he said.

Please call me Adrit, a dimple showed up .

The file was taken and placed unopened on the table.

Chief looked up questioningly.

I like to get to know them myself.

But their names… the chief looked confused.

I will find it out myself , he grinned.

Shall we go? Again the dimple …

How about a cup of coffee?

A slight hesitation at the temptation.

But the chair moved and a gesture towards the door , and the chief understood.

Both of them walked briskly towards the community room.

She looked towards the door,

She could hear the foot steps.

The door swung open .

She sat up.

He glanced around the room.

She watched.

Something stirred within her heart.

She looked at him.

Why was she finding it difficult to breath.

He looked at the neatly dressed nurses and smiled.

Then his eyes moved from one chair to another.

Slow , deliberate, reassuring.

His eyes were warm.

First he had to make them all feel secure.

Her palms were sweaty.

She could not take her gaze away from him.

Did she know him?

She tried to move the veil that was hanging heavily on her memories.

His eyes at last rested on her.

She looked at his smile.

Her mind tried to connect.

He felt strangely uneasy.

He wanted to move the next patient.

His eyes did not want to!!

He felt pain deep inside him.

Who is she?

The surgical mask covered most of her face.

A scar from her forehead, across her eyes was all that was visible.

He forced himself to move to the next patient.

He glanced again at her.

Her eyes, dark from surgeries were still beautiful.

Who was he??

Her mind felt tortured.

She felt pain deep inside her,

She wanted to call out!!!

The sounds stopped in her throat.

It was two years since she had spoken.