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Originally posted by: kaamchorni

Um, I'm taking a short break from India Forums. I'll probably log in from time to time but I can't see myself writing anything in the near future. I'm sorry.

- Zarin

Will be waiting dear
Plz come back soon
Already missing u

Originally posted by: kaamchorni

Um, I'm taking a short break from India Forums. I'll probably log in from time to time but I can't see myself writing anything in the near future. I'm sorry.

- Zarin

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Saawan Barse

She suddenly realised that she was cold, the kind of coldness that tingled through your bones and felt powder dry to numb fingers.

In haste, earlier in the night, she had kicked off the quilt - a cool, blue nakshi kantha - and now clambered around the bed semi-consciously in an effort to pull it back to her. Her hand collided with the alarm clock on the bedside table and she winced, waiting for the imminent crash as it fell to the floor.

When it came a second later, her eyes finally flew open and she admitted defeat.

For a second, she couldn't understand just where she was and so lay there, statuesque, blinking up at the foreign room.

Slowly, very slowly, it came creeping back to her. A white slice of moonlight streamed through the secret glass panelled door - the very same one she had used earlier in the day to explore. Now that she knew it was there, it jumped out at her, not so secret anymore.

She lowered herself down from the bed, feeling age old with fatigue. Walking to the windows, she tripped over something soft and bent down to pick up the kantha before placing it around her shoulders.

With one hand on the window pane, she swayed a little to the sound of the wind's hollow whistle. Her eyes closed with languid pleasure.

It was so nice to just... feel...

The woody scent of the room was already familiar. She breathed it in with the cool air blowing through the open window, relishing the mingled tastes of summer nights and winter warmth.

The thin, white curtains billowed majestically in the breeze, dancing around her with a musical elegance.

She was suddenly very glad to have come to Darjeeling.

The feeling of home was beginning to find its way to her. The restlessness in her heart - the one that had left with her its glowing embers even after it had ceased to simmer -, that restlessness was beginning to subside.

She remembered always feeling this way. A little uneasy... always just slightly out of balance. It hadn't ever completely gone away, not even with Maan.

Maan...

She closed her eyes in shame.

Maan, who had once forgone his entire world, if not for her, then with the belief that he could begin again with her by his side.

It was incredible, the things you could survive and yet still fall into the traps of comparatively trivial things.

Hurt at his inattention... incomplete without his soft caress on her neck... helplessness for feeling so weak... plain loneliness...

As trivial as they were on paper, as ambiguous and... shapeless as her feelings were, the fact remained that they still existed. There was still a quiet sickness unfurling within her, a disease waiting to be nursed back to health.

Leaning her head against the cold glass, she pictured his face as it had looked in the rain just hours before.

She sincerely hoped she was not wrong because losing him... it just was not an option.

* * *

The pencil grazed the paper, lightly at first and then with ardent fervour as definition grew to the shape it was making.

Dark hair, casually thrown over a pointed shoulder with whispery curls falling to frame her face. The pencil changed and with it changed the shape it was making. Tall proud cheekbones became rounded as her lips curved into a smile. A small, pinched nose was sketched in, followed quickly by a smattering of pale freckles.

The pencil continued in this manner, sketching here and darkening there until the woman came alive, her blue sari dancing behind her as she gave chase to the wind.

All remained well until, with an artful twirl of the pencil, an eraser suddenly hovered over her beguiling doe eyes. It remained there, a centimetre in the air, before swooping down and blinding the smiling woman.

Several pairs of eyes attempted to replace her own, some too narrow, others too large and unsure.

Just as the pencil was being thrown down on the table in frustration, a door opened in the corner of the room.

The fingers curled around the pencil became slack. The pencil clattered to the table. Quiet footsteps padded forward and soon, the sound of chair legs being dragged across the floor filled the room.

She sat still, watching him in the glow of the candle that burned beside his papers. His eyes held hers, watching her intently, waiting for her gaze to drop.

When it didn't, he picked up the pencil and placed it over the blank space where a pair of eyes ought to have been. He watched her steadfastly, his gaze unwavering as his hands moved expertly over the page.

She felt a prickle of heat, suddenly very aware of the man sitting beside her.

His dark eyes traced hers with a tenderness that made her nervous, yet his jaw was set and brooding. She was trapped, unable to run and unwilling to hide. His eyes continued to challenge hers, boldly asking questions she did not know how to answer.

She thought to leave or to ask to see what he was drawing but her mouth ran dry whenever she attempted to speak. His hand slashed angrily at the page, yet he continued to watch only her. His lips curled ever so slightly in pleasure, cruelly enjoying her discomfort.

He stopped as abruptly as he had started, callously throwing the pencil on to the table. She jerked as if woken from a lucid dream and tore her eyes from his frame, flustered.

The rustle of pages drowned out the sound of the falling rain. She waited until it subsided before turning in her seat to face him again.

Finally finding her voice, she opened her mouth to ask about the drawing but stopped short at the sight of his empty chair.

He was already gone.

Wonderful... your writing is absolutely beautiful, so inspiring! Loved this part! 😊

<font size="6">WOW U r back,thats great !!!!!!</font>

And the update,what can I say about it.I m speechless as always.The way you've described Geet's restlesness at night,when she got up fm bed,her loneliness,the way she feels thinking about Maan realising that she jst cant forget him,all of this seems like a serene flute tone coming fm sm distant place.Whenever I read ur updates I get this type of feeling like being in daze,be it Geet,Maan or me.You may think I m crazy but it happens.

Like in the last part when Maan is making a sketch,most probably Geet's.She come,they kept looking at each other,they dont talk or cant talk,and when Geet prepares herself to say sm thng,Maan's gone.And I was like,are they in real or they in sm sought of dream.I may sound stupid but I jst feel like this.And I love this feel thats why love the story.

Beautiful story...feel bad for zaan and geet hope they can solve their problems soon...liking heer and dev ...continue soon

Originally posted by: goldenmoon

awesome update..

Originally posted by: maneetislove

Wonderful... your writing is absolutely beautiful, so inspiring! Loved this part! 😊

Originally posted by: soniaz121

awesome part

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, really :)

Originally posted by: sweetsampa39

<font size="6">WOW U r back,thats great !!!!!!</font>

And the update,what can I say about it.I m speechless as always.The way you've described Geet's restlesness at night,when she got up fm bed,her loneliness,the way she feels thinking about Maan realising that she jst cant forget him,all of this seems like a serene flute tone coming fm sm distant place.Whenever I read ur updates I get this type of feeling like being in daze,be it Geet,Maan or me.You may think I m crazy but it happens.

Like in the last part when Maan is making a sketch,most probably Geet's.She come,they kept looking at each other,they dont talk or cant talk,and when Geet prepares herself to say sm thng,Maan's gone.And I was like,are they in real or they in sm sought of dream.I may sound stupid but I jst feel like this.And I love this feel thats why love the story.

Wow, Sampa. Seriously, thank you. I am honoured that the story has made you feel this way. You don't sound stupid at all! I have read a few stories that have made me feel the exact same way from start to finish and it thrills me to think that I've been able to share that feeling with someone else through my story.

Thank you for your continued support for Gehraiyan. It really means a lot. And yes, he was making a sketch of Geet :)

Originally posted by: flowers4u

Beautiful story...feel bad for zaan and geet hope they can solve their problems soon...liking heer and dev ...continue soon

Thank you for reading and liking the story. I'm very, very happy to see Heer and Dev being accepted as well as Geet and Maan :)