FF : Ascent Chapter 4 page 38 on March 31st - Page 25

fabulous update

beautiful chapter indeed.👏👏

Don't think I can digest a story of arnav without his khushi.. Sorry..

Originally posted by: roopathomas

Don't think I can digest a story of arnav without his khushi.. Sorry..

Wow... beautiful updates ash.

What exactly hapnd to kushi? hw did she die? u knw i was abt to ask arnav's pov but saw the res fr arnav's pov so left d idea, would like tn read sm flashbacks hope u wl give, fr me anjali was right as a sis she is doin her part fr that hats off fr her, i stil hav doubts abt ananya's featurs is she has kushi's eyes? well what made arnie to accept her proposal and i hope i wl get d anwser in next update. thank u fr an awsm and a lovly update dear.

Update coming up in few minutes.😊😆

Chapter 3B

This update is from Arnav's POV . his views as to why he said YES to Ananya. This update is dedicated to Eccentrica aka Chica aka Holly For just being the person she is.

A swift knock on his cabin door woke him up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and his eyes grew distant and he let his arms fall to his sides, scanning the room to make sure he indeed was in his cabin. He exhaled deeply, waiting for a couple of minutes to let his features mellow and answered to the person on the other side of his cabin with a "Come in." scanning the heaps of file that lay on his desk untouched.

"Sir, I just got off the Phone from the AD agency, they would like to add few more clauses in the contract." Aman stated as he made his way inside his boss's cabin

"Oh, but they do have a meeting scheduled next week, right?"Arnav questioned, picking a file from his table.

"Yes."

"Ah, let's see what they have to bring to the table in their next meeting. Is there anything else I should be notified of," Arnav questioned his eyes glued to a file now.

"That would be it"

"Thank you. Good day, Aman!"

"Good day, Sir!" Aman beamed at him placing the file on the table. Arnav averted his gaze to Aman and offered him a flat smile and immersed himself in the file again when he heard the click of the door.

Three hours later Arnav cocked his head slightly to his left to glance at the wall clock, "f**k... It took me ages to wade through this report," he swore under his breath, closing the file and keeping it aside.

He leaned back on his chair; his thoughts kept wandering back to the days after her death. A year after the demise of his wife, his dear sister started swaying upon him to perceive girls in view of marriage proposal. Rage coursed through his entire form that his family would even presume he would marry again. Infuriated, disheartened that his sister was part of this outrageous decision. His sister, his Di, the one whom he believed knew him best of all, had inferred that he would go on to lead a life with someone else.

He had downright refuted his family's decision to bind him in a martial life again, emphatically denied his sister's incessant pleading requests to get his approval on this trivial. As foreseeable, she was being very persistent as it concerned his life and surmised him getting married again would pave the way for the light at the end of the tunnel moments in his life all over again. In the next few days, they were at each other's throat over this decision until she was blue in the face. She would flip out on him; the very instant he would pull away from these unreasonable and futile conversations they had time and again over his second marriage. He noticed he was the first one to back down on every occasion and she refused to let it go.

He loved his sister all his life, from the very moment he saw her eyes glow in delight at the sight of him. He had learnt to love her with the shattered tatters of his broken heart for she had held his hand when he was forsaken, betrayed by his mother and her cowardice act of ending her life. Showered him with motherly love when he longed for their mother's presences after her death, enveloped him in her protective arms when she felt the need to shield him away from the world. She would limp her way out through the crowd to reach out to him, to ensure him she was right there, watching him and he wasn't alone. She has been his pillar of support in various obnoxious situations that life bestowed on him. On a professional front, he had managed to establish a foothold in business world among very proficient and respected personas and climbed the ladder of success with his sister by his side. He bagged numerous awards ,cracked many business deals but nothing has ever come close to the contentment of achievement in his life, when his sister looks at him with pride and respect; her eyes twinkling brighter than the stars in the dark horizon. He'd earned the respect of the one person who meant everything to him; the grief-stricken, agonized soul who had shouldered him, when she was vulnerable just much as him. To have earned the respect of someone who looks up to you and stands by you in the direst of situations; the sense of satisfaction one feels is unparalleled and goes beyond oneself.

He knew it was inevitable; he had the deck stacked up against him when she played her emotional trump card but he stood his ground; it was about his wife and his love for her. He wouldn't let any stumbling blocks on his path to cherish her memories till his dying breath. Months oozed by, his sister was as stubborn as a mule and firmly held onto her decision. His sister had her ways with him and the following days, gave him an insight as to how certain she was of him being at her fingertips.

Her compassionate eyes would plead for his approval only to be rebuked by the brewing storm flaring in his eyes. She would indomitably direct her defeated eyes to look into his face, her eyes brimming with soft pleas and unshed tears before it fluttered closed like a woman in a desperate prayer seeking the almighty to grant upon her wish for him, as tears would stream down her cheeks, traumatizing his battered soul. Few days slipped and she was right back at it again. Her accusing eyes would fire splinters at him and would cross over him without acknowledgement. Her face no longer shone in delight at the sight of him rather crumpled into a penitent grimace. She didn't quirk her mouth at the corners to flash that endearing smile of hers rather a sneer touched at the corner of her lips. Though he was insusceptible to emotions at time, though he was vulnerable and brooding within the four walls of his room about the overpowering turn of proceedings in his life, yet a sight of his visibly pale sister would cause tightness in his throat.

And the one time, she found her way to his room, her soft cries on his shoulder, her mellifluous whispering to his dead ears to let go of his past and move on. Telling him of how he deserves more, knowingly lighting the spark of hope in him that seemed to have gained the attention of his flapping ears.

"Don't end up like me chotey. You know I used to be like you, when things were not going my way I was filled with this rage and I hated my life to the very core. Don't let the fear of ending up alone ruin it for you. There is a good life beyond everything. It's in the way how we see life, good or bad and how we respond to the challenges and situations in our lives; all we have to do is figure it out"

"If I'm content with whatever I have today is simply because the small still voice in me knows that I have tried regardless of the end result. Like they often say, to know that you have tried and failed is better than not trying at all. The very fact puts me at ease and it makes me feel better. Don't you think you should give it a shot too? Don't you think for what we have been through after mama and papa's death, At least one of us should live life the way we wished for and it only makes sense if that person is you"

"Do you think I'm going to walk away just because of two bad experiences life bequeathed on me? And there is no denying of how defeated, humiliated and worthless I felt when I learnt the men I loved never loved me at all. The pain was too much to handle Chotey and I almost gave up many times and thought would put an end to this turmoil by giving up my life, except I didn't. Time heals everything Chotey. You know what that's not going to stop me from falling in love if it crosses my path in the future. It feels good to be in love, in a way it makes you a better person. Why should I run away from love, life just because I was stung twice in the matter of heart that too for no fault of mine? It isn't fair to me; it isn't fair to that heart of mine which still yearns for true love at some point in life. At some juncture in our lives, We all need someone to grow old with, to hold us during our difficult times, to cherish us, to make us feel special, to appreciate our beauty, to share our good and bad, to look beyond our mistakes and love us for what we are, to mock us at our absurdity, and definitely to love us more with each passing day and you know it too."

"We are not asking you to marry right away; all we are asking of you is to think about it. Don't take the marriage option off the table yet. When you feel it's right, start your life all over again and we are by your side."

The enormity of what she had been doing all along finally dawned upon him twanging the strings of his broken heart in its throes and in an instant everything seemed pointless and meaningless; The broken promises, the abundant betrayals, the Struggle to exist, the determination to hold on to hope when you know you are hanging by a thread, the willpower to continue regardless of the abandoned wish of finding better coming days. Everything they have lived through felt worthless; together in every endeavor, they had no one but each other to hold on to like they have been doing all these years. He's a widower and she's a divorce. Their paths trodden too often; often enough to feel severe pang across the chest and let the tears caress their cheeks on their own accord. But what he still couldn't comprehend if his family cared so much for him what could be the reason for their indifference towards him. Why wouldn't they talk to him like usual, why weren't any of them there to console him. Why he was left alone. He needed those words of courage from them. All these questions kept plaguing his mind.

Today were it's all about me where the contentment and accomplishment of one person opens streaks of resentment and covetousness in quite a lot of people around you including our dear ones. She was pondering over his life, his harmony and about one of them having a good fair chance at life again and that person being him. The numerous self-sacrifices they both have done to each other after the death of their parents to make sure the other's journey is a bit easier and simpler is testimonial of the strong bond that progressed between them in time. Though things weren't the same now, he and his sister had gone to live and fight it out every phase of their lives hand in hand. He neither wanted to be a hindrance to her happiness nor had he learnt to say no her. In the words of his sister he seemed to have relived his own frights and nightmares as her words kept echoing in his ears, making him think.

He had a soft corner for his sister in his heart; she was indeed a vital part of his life. To keep his sister's contentment he had harmonized with this decision of hers. He owes it to her for what he is today. She has been his motivation to take on everything and anything life threw his way. If it wasn't for her presence after the death of his parents that imbued him with a newfound passion to march ahead in life; if it wasn't for the constant reminder of his responsibilities towards her that infused his soul with a swift sense of purpose; if it wasn't for the bond that tied them down together, he would have been long gone, done and dusted.

What would you do when you figure out, the nearest and dearest who in the past thought of you as courageous, fearless, smart and clever at the moment feel sorry for you.?

What would you do the when you fathom, the more harder and firmer you make an effort to embrace something, the farther it gets way from you.?

What would you do when you feel abandoned and to have felt alone in a crowd of people?

What would you do when you learn your presences becomes the source of discomfort amidst you family?

What would you do when the feeling of loneliness becomes part of your life?

Would you be swamped by the smoldering rage consuming your soul, will power and throw it all away or would you deal with this misfortune by hanging around quietly and Put that smile on your face for the sake of others and try to be the best you know you can be when life seems to be falling apart at your feet.

In hearts of his hearts, He knew he would he be lying to himself to say his sister was the only reason he had agreed for his second marriage. In heart of every human there reigns a place which hankers for tranquility and well being and that part of him wanted it too; to lead a normal life like an ordinary man under normal circumstances. He was searching for himself in him. Though he loved his late wife, he did not want her thoughts to weigh on his mind. He did not want to search for her face in the crowd and he certainly did not want to stir up those painful, remorseful and dejected memories that go along with it. He did not want to feel that pang of heartburns at the sight of a happy family, sadly wishing it could have been him and his family. He did not want to be shrouded by the brewing feeling of emptiness that seemed to have embraced him. He did not want to wake up at odd hours and find her not sleeping beside him. Sometimes he wished he she would appear in his dreams and put forward a message that would unbind him from the pang of guilt he had been experiencing for trying to march ahead in life, for he had promised her to lover her and cherish her till his dying breath.

He found it very intricate to hide the wet in his eyes every now and then and put a semblance in front of his family of being the stronger one to put them at ease and convey everything is fine. It was his fault, wasn't it? He pushed his family away from him, petrified they would see through him; the broken man in him, but he was right he had to do it for his family. So what if he is a dickhead!! They are family; they should've known him better.

There was the pain of being left behind while everyone he knew stormed ahead in life. Everyone around him seemed to be pulling it off quite well whilst he struggled for very basic things. His sister was stung twice; she seemed to have progressed well, determined like never before to take on the challenges and tribulations she was loaded against. Something which he admired her for, the incredible ability of this woman to bounce back from whatever life threw her way surprisingly remarkable. She dealt with her life and everything around her with a sense of serenity and calmness.

He wanted to have a carefree walk not with the heaviness across his heart like every one of us. He couldn't hark back to the last time he jested, smiled and laughed with zest over his impishness, rejoiced in anticipation or sung in euphoria. He wanted to take a look at things around him without any trouble brewing in his heart; appreciate, applaud them and to celebrate the beauty of nature.

He had sent every proposal into thin air and did not pay any regard to them to. He did it in a contemptuous way and always put himself into situations where his family especially his sister would've to endure all the implications. It felt so wrong on every occasion they had been to see a girl for him but with her, it strangely felt right, so right. It was different; he was just being himself when she was around. The small acknowledgement and appreciation she exchanged with him was endearing. He hated to admit it but she seemed to have stirred few emotions which he felt was long forbidden to him. There were times where his thoughts kept drifting back to her while he slept and when at work. He couldn't lay his hands on any particular reason as to why he said YES to her or why he thought about over and over again. Was it because of this huge decision he had taken about his life and her being a part of it. For now he decided to let things be the way they were.

Deep down, he knew he owes it to himself to at least try. He wanted to relish in, appreciate and be thankful for the Ultimate offering he was ever presented with. A gift called LIFE; an inevitable constant path of joy and sorrow. More often than not, No reason to stay is a good reason to move on.

A/N: Please go through the below few lines ant the next post too.

I had the privilege of interacting with most of the readers and they had their own share of concern and i thought i'll address them on the thread as it might be someone's question too.

No i'm not planning on discontinuing this FF,Yes i know i'm taking ages to update but i'm making some conscious effort off late to actually update. Not that i didn't before.

I do agree i must have bored you guys with too much emotional stuff with two many POV's. I just wanted to let everyone know the mindset of the important characters before we proceed. Sorry, if i had happen to disappoint many with it, I'm a amateur writer please withstand me and ok-ish writing skills.

And Nope I have never written before and the only novel/book i have ever read is PS:I Love you and that too just for Gerard Butler.

I have nothing against 'Arhi'. I just had a story to tell. A dear friend of mine lost her love of life and the way she struggled and bounced back in life was very heart touching. And No, it isn't her story. It was just an inspiration as to how would we face our lives when the one person who promised us to be besides us till the end is no more.

About the common phrases, i just write what you, me and everyone go through and how it differs from each and every person.

The most important thing it's OK to let me know if you are no longer interested in this story, I don't bite. I myself would have lost interest if the story i follow hasn't been updated in ages. I do understand the how arhi becomes a crucial factors and how attached are readers to arhi that they hate to see them separate. i can very well understand that. I don't want someone to feel guilty for me sending PM's and they are not able to read this story as it isn't a Arhi story. A humble request,If that's the case let me know.

So yeah that's about It.

Thank you for patiently going through this blabbering session. I hope you guys like this update. Do let me know your views.

A very Happy Ugadi and Gudi Padwa to everyone.😊

Loved the update. The bond anjali and arnav share is very special and it warms my heart that she never gave up on him like all others. What she told him brought tears in my eyes. No matter how much one tries, one cannot go against destiny. It is absolutely ok to want happiness for one self, to hope of a bright tomorrow even though one is in a deep pit. I am so glad she made him want these things and agree for marriage. And i am sure his departed wife must hace wanted his happiness as well.