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The word 'chath pe' did it for me, she called him to come to a place which with one word 'chath' made it 'their' place. I love how Maan felt touched with this very word.
Dadima 🤣 I just loved how Maan being Maan is scared of his dadi so cute & refreshing to read. I want to read how he placates his dadi.
Geet fainted and Maan ran to hold her 😃. Loved how Meera & Maan weren't surprised with this.
Geet holding on to him & then letting her hand fall down, his reading every gesture, every word she is saying. His trying to understand what is taking place here I think deep down he does know but wants more assurance & Maan being Maan will only speak when he feels she is ready.
It was as though the rain too had a place in their conversation that night, rising or falling in its cadence, and neither treated it as if it was anything that needed to be taken shelter from. Beautifully written 👏
A lightening crackled far in the horizon and in that flash of light, it came clear to him that her eyes remained fixed at his joined hands. ⭐️ Nature taking an important part in bringing these two together, slowly, steadily 😃
Almost, half in doubt, half needing the same, her fingers stirred, ready to pull out, but that was nearly unthinkable in some way and he pulled back on them, pressing each of his finger into the back of her hand, and her clasp remained, slowly settling into the curve between his fingers. Her shoulder moved a bit forward and as if it was the only natural thing that could follow, she placed her head on the edge of his shoulder and closed her eyes, drawing in a breath as she did. 👏 Here these two don't need words to express its as if they could read each other.
And he couldn't tell who drew more comfort off the other then, like a long wait had ceased to be. 👏🤗
He hadn't seen that moment in the making, but with its coming into being, it appeared as though the knowledge of it had awaited out, under the surface of such moments he had held her hand - but never quite like this and this one would never compare to all those that had gone by or those that might be of the future. Unlike the others, this one fragment of time had its own place without bearing any existential qualms as they did. 😍
That and the murmur of the things which flitted across his mind- nascent and yet evanescing at their occurrence. A rustle; a close; a quickening; a move of her finger; the beat of a pulse; a drip; a touch of the wind; the sound of a breath; a blaze of light; the shower that turned a drizzle; the blue of the night and the gray of the time.
Amongst it all, there was also him. And there was her. 🤗🤗🤗
And there are also the readers who are waiting to read how this beautiful love story unfolds.
H no words for ur writing skills u simply just blow me away with each chapter 😉
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