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Originally posted by: .Maggie.

Okay so whatever I am going to say now, will be out of character sort of, so ignore me for sometime. Socho ki mein mein nahi hun, socho ki someone hacked my account.

Chalo, theek hai. Let's see what this hacker can do that our Shika doesn't ;)

"There were quite a few perks to working as a freelancer but the blurred boundary between personal and professional lives was not one of them."

As every question has an answer hidden in itself, this line has a contradictory view. Just add "On the contrary..." to it. I am not saying Geet did what she did because she was a freelancer. Nope. Of course not. But it is somewhere one of the reasons that she could be able to do it.

"The day she saw in his eyes the belief she had in her heart ' that together, they would make their dreams come true. This belief that she saw in his eyes was finally free from the glimmers of doubt she had often seen him try to hide."

It is a dream, a want to reach your dreams holding hands-together, but sometimes you ought to leave the hand and go faster or become slower in the race, which necessarily doesn't mean you left your partner alone. If you left your partner to run faster, maybe you want to run an extra mile, take an extra effort to do it yourself, for them.

Yes, I agree. Sometimes you want to run faster, sometimes they do. You don't have to be side by side at every point - what matters more is the end point of your journey. Still, one forward and one backward means there's distance between you. And it's this distance and how it's handled that tends to be the making or breaking point.

"An old fear of being washed away into nothingness - into becoming just another speck that once was - crept back into her heart."

Her fears are understandable. Nothing is more scary than knowing that something which was once true would turn out to be there just in your memories be it your relation or your individuality...

When I read her sense of disappointment, when I knew the scars that night left on her, both physical and emotional, I did feel bad but then when I keep myself in his shoes, who wasn't aware, neither of her day long preparations, nor of the juggling of her appointments, nor of the scars she was left with at the end of the day, I think did he commit a crime? Mistake, yes. It was a mistake. But not a crime.

Maybe dinner with Mr. Bulani's associates or working with them was a goal, a dream he was watching for a long time now, maybe he thought he would make it up to her by having a dinner next day, or maybe when he would succeed this time again.
Maybe the dreams he was working hard for was for them, at the end.
I like the way you've put that. It wasn't intentional. For him, this wasn't 'it' - the point of no return. Maybe for her, it was.

And I could exactly empathize with what Geet felt after that night. Flowers, lunches, or anything for that matter-things which you do to erase your previous actions might not erase. Sometimes after you fight with someone really close to you, you see them apologize and be kind and sweet to you to make it up to you but you don't want it. You want to fight, yell and clear everything between us but you aren't getting it. You don't need the kind gestures. You don't want those sweet words. What you're getting would make you want to give up everything.

The flowers, lunches and promises of making up that were never fulfilled remind me of that typical argument: one person is telling the other about how they never have time for them anymore and the other person disagrees and insists that they do. Just as person one begins to give in, person two's phone begins to ring and they end up having to pick up - "Please, it's urgent".

And you're right. In fact, this is one of the things I really believe in life: if you have a problem with someone, even if it's a small thing that nags at you, tell them. Have it out, yell, argue, if needs be. Clear the air. These things - teeny, tiny things - they always build up. Ten, twenty, twenty six years... these things come back to haunt you.

Heer is one friend everyone needs, someone who would come to check on you, without any reply to your voice mail, since you feel something's wrong, someone who would do everything in their means to take care of you, someone who would go and call your best friends' husband Asshole on their face, and tell him what a jerk and loser he had been.

I'm glad Heer came to Geet that night and helped her. If Geet had passed out in that state - burning in pain, drenched, dishevelled and alone - and then woken up to find herself in the same way, I feel that that really would have been a breaking point for her. Rational or not, whether Maan knew about it or not, it would have made her feel truly alone. Heer distracted her from that, took her somewhere that made her feel safe and comfortable, where she, for the moment, wouldn't feel pressured to make any decisions. And from Heer's point of view, after the hospital trip, it makes more sense to take her home with you to rest, where you can help her, than back home where she will be alone again through the evening and into the night with no one to help.

And while I love love love how straightforward Heer is and how she called it as she saw it when she called Maan an asshole to his face, here is where I think she was interfering and a tad unfair. I was thinking about it later and I don't think I made it clear enough that Heer said this after a different - but serious - fight some time later, after Geet came to her and relayed what happened. I think here, Heer should have listened to Geet rant, maybe even offer advice and call Maan an asshole there, but not actively get involved in the fight. I would say that Heer is loyal to a fault. She is that one person for whom the nuanced lines of right and wrong disappear when she's out to protect her loved one. And try as I might, I can't help but love her for this flaw.

I am not taking his side entirely but you know sometimes professional life does come between personal life and I do not have the age or experience (Me neither! 😆) to understand the complexities of relations or importance of keeping promises, I may not yet understand why is it so important to have a dinner together on your wedding anniversary if you have your entire life before you but this moment, this opportunity that was knocked on your door might not be back again, but I know that had I been in his place, I might have done what he did. (Me too!) And that's why I wrote all the raam katha😆

It's all about caring isn't it and he cared, that day and even today. He cared and that's why he tried in the beginning, he tried and that's why he asked her about the scars, no matter how late it came. He tried. He tried, and isn't it that's why he went to Heer's place that night to ask about Geet and eventually receive an advice to have a haircut, he tried and that's why despite of his initial musings of leaving her alone (this is what i concurred from his nightmare the other day) he is still here.

I think both of them care. But there's a lack of communication and then sometimes, there's that feeling of being... tired. That, 'I give up' feeling that leads to emptiness. And they've become so used to it that now, when one of them does make an effort, the other doesn't even realise it. It's as if they're immune.

You know this is the moment I was waiting for since she started to Darjeeling. You may call me die hard romantic but the moment her steps halted, the moment she saw that blurred figure, I know it wasn't kaka, and I knew it was him. And now I can't wait for the "Cook if you want to stay here" and "Dine together" rules.

I knew you were a hard-core romantic! 😆


PS: To all my fellow friends, showing barf gola khane ke baad wala reddd tongue

Me first😆

Originally posted by: honeygrape

wow amazing story...can you please send me a pm whenever you update the story..😊

Originally posted by: kaamchorni

Thank you! Will do :) Welcome to the story!

Originally posted by: honeygrape

Thank You for the add...😊 Are we getting an update anytym sooon😳😊 exciited to read more of it😊

The Best Policy

He waited until their eyes met before he let himself believe that it was really her.

She watched him in that quiet, unnerving way of hers, not quite piercing him, neither welcoming. Her one hand was placed delicately on a cocked hip while the other hung idly by her side, in line with her slightly tilted head. She seemed almost amused, as if she were sizing him up while weighing out all the chances of such a whirlwind coincidence.

The rain continued to pour, persistent in its efforts to wash them both away. He watched as a raindrop fell at the base of her neck, tracing its path with his eyes until it disappeared down the open collar of her shirt.

She seemed to forget his presence entirely, throwing her head back, for a moment, in complete abandon and facing the coming rain. Lips parted and eyes closed in a lazy, languid way, she became, as she had once been, the apple of his original sin. Despite the chill that had permeated his bones, a shiver of warmth ran through his spine and it took a moment before he recognised the little bloat of desire.

The woman before him was a stranger he had lost to a far away land. The sight of her now stirred him until his heart shook with a strange mix of fear, temptation and that old… formality that still lay cloaked invisibly over their lives.

A whisper of a smile played upon her lips and he saw her toes curl childishly as the soft blades of grass tickled her feet.

And then all too soon… she was coming towards him…

He faltered, unsure of how to go about the coming interaction. He felt like a fish out of water and was suddenly reminded of that time in college when he had been unable to find his bus pass during a ticket inspection. He gulped as he watched her take slow, measured steps forward. Her jaw was set and her eyes were determined; she had readied herself for whatever he threw at her.

As far as self preservation went, hers were unnecessary efforts. He was having trouble thinking of a casual opener, much less an accusation or retort. What does one say in a situation like this?

Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the – no.

Geet?! Fancy meeting you here! Definitely not.

Whaddagwan, girl? Good Lord.

He continued in this way, bickering internally with himself until she stopped at the stooped entrance of the veranda and whispered his name once again.

It was as if her one word was laced with magic and this magic had succeeded in chasing away all his preparation. Any iota of composure he had had within him disappeared with that one word, leaving in its place nothing but the truth.

And it was this truth, in all its naked form that, just seconds later, fell from his lips before he could swallow it back down again.

"I didn't come here for you…"

Two people who have decided to walk separate paths face to face again.