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Oh Jenny that was such a nostalgic chapter, reminding my of my numerous trips from DTW to Schiphol... I love that airport though, one of my favorites in Europe. While reading, I was imagining myself going through the same travel experience as Khushi... The same long queues, the same brisk security checks & above all the bright blue KLM uniform, Dutch people who spoke flawless English etc. That was one fun trip down memory lane :))

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Yeah, they finally meet but the Greek god didn't recognized the ogler from traffic signal. Obviously he is the Greek god used to such stares and gazes but the mighty mortal Khushi is getting rubbed with his proximity somuch so that she gets restless, can't stop thinking about him, her eyes became magnet as far as Arnav is concern and she gets disappointed on not finding him at airport up on arriving in India . Wow ... Control Khushi you are at some speed 😉

And here is Arnav still a mystery, going back to India have some memories (good, bad or very bad will find out) why he wants to let them go? A small distinct curve and a small talk was it out of concern as a part of his personality (that is if at all he is nice and concern type) or was it just a pay back for his book and try for an apology for behaving rude with khushi?

Really waiting for them to land in Kashmir and the whirlwind of their romance to start...*a dreamy sigh*

Hi,
Loved reading both the chapters, awesome story, can't wait to read more.

oh wow that was interesting
i know not much happened
but their first interactions with one another were interesting
her looking for him
and then not being able to stop looking for him
taking his book and returning to him
finding his behaviour tad bit unfriendly and trying to ignore him
that was odd start for them
but then the real story will follow when they meet properly at kashmir i guess
hmmm there is more to it than physical attraction that she kept looking out for him
but of course now isnt the time to focus on it
hmmm she is one of a kind thats all i can say for now
being so mad at that for being made to wait
and then when it was all over shrugging the matter
so she knows his name but he dont
well that shall be remedied soon wont it
awww bless she was disappointed not to see him again at delhi airport
chill sweetie am sure you guys shall bump into one another again
arnav was trying not to delve into his past
but till when will he run from it right
cheers for pm
next stop kashmir naa

Crabs!

*uncrabs*

Such an adorable chapter.

I can relate to this Khushi in few ways. Okay the crush at first sight was the highlight and you wrote it so beautifully!

I loved their small talks, he's not rude just not a comfortable person when talking to strangers.

Where did he go? I'm as disappointed as Khushi! I just want him to show up from nowhere lol.

Waiting for the next part!

Love you Jen!

pleasant story...nice start...and today's updte finally arnav and khushi met...khushii is fully aware of arnav and attracted to him but it seems arnav haven't as much aware of khushi...hope he soon acknowledge her...
and their travel in flight and the airport discriptions are superb...
looking forward for nxt chapter...

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Oceans Apart (Teaser)

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation...Khalil Gibran




August, 2014

Allahabad,

India.



It was late afternoon with shadows lengthening upon the sprawling grounds of Khushi's late grandparents' ancestral home. Or Nani's house as they used to fondly refer it to as children.

It was a late-Victorian style bungalow with a red brick and limestone mortar facade and a colonnaded and arched verandah which ran along three of it's sides. Over the years, it had gradually settled into, what can be only described as, a graceful dilapidation.

The sky was overcast with thick, swirling clouds. The resultant humidity was alleviated, to a certain extent, by a cool breeze that fanned them from time to time.


From her vantage point in the verandah, her eyes followed the meandering asphalt driveway, reaching the solid wrought iron gate at it's end.

Admiring the beauty of the two Palas trees, which flanked, sentinel like, each side of the gate, she listened to her aunt's soothing drone, watching as the orange blossoms drifted down with every sway of the branches.


Memories of childhood summers spent in this dearly loved house wafted to her leaving a trail of bittersweet nostalgia in their wake.




The sound of sudden downpour snapped her out of her reverie. Memories of another rain, in another time, in another continent, swept through her in a trembling wave.


"I can hear the raindrops splattering on the roof and the windows...and through the windshield, I can see occasional forks of lightning ripping through the pitch black sky ...Just a minute ago, Arnav asked...".


Even as the clouds rumbled and the raindrops hammered and bubbled on the asphalt, those pleasant memories were suddenly dissipated by his angry, bitter voice.

It pierced through her mind admixed with the resultant pain she'd come to expect.



She felt his hands gripping her arms, saw the flames leaping off of his eyes. And she was slain by his words once again...


Coming up on Wednesday or Friday, US time.


Love,

Jenny :)