Web Of Love [Chapter 14- P 111] - Page 18

Originally posted by: TheBrat

Lmao! A stalker in making I guess? I will tell you fursat se about it someday😆

Originally posted by: mayyo13

Welcome back, Shika! 🤗

Well.. I feel stupid for not noticing the forum thing now! 😆

Hey, how about we try telepathy to match Tweesha's face in my head and yours? 😆
How about I tell you the name instead and you Google or I put up her picture here?😆

A few questions answered and a lot new came up..!

It takes a lot of courage to face upto your mistakes. To accept them. To confess them. And it's easier when you do it anonymously, when you don't have to listen to your name being linked with whatever wrongs you have done intentionally or unintentionally! But yes, to ease the guilt of a repentant soul, asking for or wanting punishment is very natural. This is where Geet stands at the moment, wishing to be punished for what crimes she believes she committed..

This is why I love your brains. Yes, it is easy that way. But what if there is no one to listen to you? What if there's no one to punish you? What if, okay let's top now before I reveal the whole story😆

I can't help but love Tweesha! She's just the kind of girl who'll pretend to be ignorant and rude and a rebel, but on the inside she's caring and concerned and sensitive. So much so that she changed her own plans for an estranged friend! 😳 I wonder where Naina disappeared to? And why did Geet and Tweesha fall this apart? But their situation reminds me of my own good friend turned just acquaintance. A lot of awkwardness comes in between two people when they aren't willing enough to break the barrier.

That happens often. Happened with me too. It sometimes lies in us to want to break the ice, and if we can't reestablish the old bond, we could atleast start afresh, create new moments. It's sometimes in our hands too you know.

The brothers share a warm bond, don't they? Though Laasya's conversation with the other doctor showed that Maan has distanced himself, it now seems that he's only severed his ties with his mother. Hmm.. Another question..!

Maybe maybe not. I was expecting this question, which would be answered super soon :)

I hope you update the next chapter soon!
How soon is soon? Few hours?😉
Happy new year! 😊
Happy New year to you too Mariam🤗

Originally posted by: kaamchorni

Shika Mehzabeen! Hi five, we're back on the same day! Hope you had a great trip!

Reserving this one for now.

Edit:

Oh, SM! How I've missed your writing! The pain! The misery! The rofl moments in between! (Palin, Adi and The Red Chaddis 😆 That visual ain't goin' nowhere for a while!)

ROFL. I laughed so damned hard and I picturized him in his boxers and vest and then that superman attire on top of it. Lmao! Poor Praneet, Will kill all of us, if he'd get to know about our wild imaginations about him😆

Tweeshaaa 🤗 Let me love you, woman! I feel like she'd hesitate to admit it (because you know, ew, feelings) but she has a heart of gold. Try as she might, she can't stop herself from caring about Geet. Can't wait to see what the girls get up to at the Youth Fest. I'm sensing lots of awkwardness and bonding to come :) Maybe Geet being Tweesha-fied for a night. What would it be for her? A pink streak? Green? I know, I know, but a girl can dream!

Wooh, I know you love the girl with the blue streak. Don't you? Rofl. Yes she erm a\has a heart of gold though she wouldn't agree to it, rather rolls her eyes and says whatever if we tell her that😆

Thing that struck me is their lost friendship. I wonder whether they even want it back? And where is Naina? What happened to her? Mystery...

Sometimes we get so busy with our present, with now, that we cease to think about yesterday and the what ifs, but all we need is a remembrance, a stir, a nudge, and some magical moments to make them realize that they do need it back.

Really enjoyed the boys and their relationship so far. Vicky and his hot chicks 😆 I would normally be miffed at him for calling them 'chicks' but as mentioned before, his douchiness is more endearing than irritating. He is as entertaining as they come and it looks like he's going to help his brother come back from the dead. Big Bro clearly missed Little Bro a lot.

I would henceforth watch on your words because this is just starting. Vicky might tread on the thin thread of douch and rogue and sometimes would want you to strangle him.😆

Story has definitely taken off now. I love it when people travel in stories. Looking forward to seeing how they all getting entangled in the web 😉

Lmao. Even I love characters travelling and especially when they have a bus breakdown (Pun intended)

Originally posted by: World-of-Dreams

Sometimes you feel way too much and sometimes you feel nothing, even when there's too much to be felt and it's not because you can't feel it but because you secretly choose not to. And Tweesha is a kind of girl with whom I could sit and talk such absolute non-sense like the above sentence and would expect her to understand it.😆 "Get a life" was one such line which made her character much much more interesting. I'm already liking her. 😛

You know, after reading the Naina-Geet-Tweesha convo in Italics for some 3-4 times, reading this chapter was painful since it talked about the awkwardness in their relationship. One of those moments when you realize that few things or say relationships are not the same anymore and somewhere in one corner of your heart you would like them to remain the same but sadly they aren't.

5. Home coming

"Tweesha, what am I hearing?"

"You should know what you're hearing. How will I know?"

"Shut up Tweety I'm serious"

"Stop calling me Tweety. Else, you'd not celebrate next Diwali, alone or otherwise"

Tweesha saw her sister pursing her lips and knew had she been here, she would've got hit by a pillow. But Skype won't facilitate such things so she's saved.

"What exactly are you going to do in Delhi?"

Thumping her guitar beside her so that her sister would be able to see it, Tweesha pointed towards it.

"And what's Geet going to do?" came the question promptly.

"She's going to dance on a Mujra, while I sing and we are planning to club Maar Dala & Gangnam style. Cool no?"

Nisha left out a sigh and pressed her temples. She was an idiot to even think about having a talk with her stubborn sister. Having no option left, she did what she should've done long before.

"You know where you're going to stay?" she asked as she found Tweesha shrug nonchalantly.

"Not yet decided"

"It is decided Tweety" she said in a soft tone "Khurana Mansion"

"What the—"

"In fact, Dad already had a talk with Laasya aunty. And she's more than welcome of you staying there"

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She touched the picture of the bride, who was laughing, throwing her head back in pure ecstasy. Draped in a white gown with sweetheart neckline and a diamond embedded tiara on her head, her arms tucked under the handsome Groom's arms, the bride was looking as a princess deported from a story book.

She passed a loving hand over the Groom who had his baby blue eyes fixed on his bride, and whose gaze held so much of love and affection, which was pouring out of the framed photograph.

She patted her huge baby bump and pointed a finger towards the picture that hung against the wall.

"Can you see it baby?" she asked in a soft tone "It's your Mamma and Papa's wedding picture. Who do you like more? Mamma or…"she paused for a moment before completing "…Papa?"

She felt a kick in her stomach and caressed the spot where she just felt the kick, and smiled at the photograph.

"You're right Ronan, this time we're going to have a baby girl, who's going to be a Daddy's girl"

The shrill ring of the phone disturbed her musings as she felt her heart beat pick up. Taking the support of the wall and trying to walk fast, she reached the phone and had took the receiver and pressed it against her ear with a thudding heart.

"Tanvi" the deep baritone on the other end unmistakably conveyed who it was, making her eyes shut as tears rolled out.

"Ronan" she breathed the words out, not willing to speak any more, wanting to hear to his voice day in and day out.

"How are you?" his voice was soothing to her ears, making her crave for more. She shook her head, in denial, not wanting to answer that, not wanting to break the spell.

"Won't you talk to me?" She heard his voice after a beat, and she had to bite back a sob from escaping her mouth.

"Are you crying?" she heard him again and wiped her tears forcefully before uttering a shaky "No"

There was a pause for a beat before he replied "I see"

"I see? Is that all what you're going to say? Here I'm waiting for your call day in and day out like a maniac and that's all you're going to say? You know what to hell with you and your calls, I don't care a fig. Get that Captain Ronan Mathews? I don't care—"

"—a fig. I heard the first time. You need not repeat yourself Tanvi"

"You know what, I hate you"

"Hmm"

"Stop being a saint Ronan. You're pissing me off"

"You're always pissed off. And with these pregnancy hormones on—"

"Don't you dare touch that topic Ronan. I swear I will roast your—"

"Tanvi" she heard his rushed voice, which showed he was startled with her tone "You're not supposed to swear, not when you're carrying my baby. It's not good for children to hear swear words"

"Then come on, carry your baby you superman"

There was silence for a beat before she heard "That's practically impossible Tanvi. Men can't carry babies because they don't have womb"

After a beat of stunned silence, she ended up laughing so hard that he needed to tell her continuously to go easy, as she would hurt herself with that hysterical laughing.

When her laughter subsided into a soft smile, she asked the question that burned her day in and day out.

"When are you coming home?"

He remained silent, without answering the question.

"Does it make me selfish to want my child to see its father's face the first thing it arrives into this world?"

"No. It doesn't. Does it make me heartless if I say no matter if I am dead or alive by that day, I would want my child to know about its father"

She bit her lips as she answered that "No. It doesn't"

"I love you Ronan" she said as she clutched the receiver in her hand "And I miss you"

"I got to go Tanvi" she heard his voice which conveyed her all the words he wanted to speak but couldn't. "Take care of yourself and take care of my Champ and please go to your parental home at the earliest"

"I will" she paused for a beat "Wait for you"

She heard the rugged breaths from the other end before the line went dead. She put the receiver down and wiped her eyes before walking to her cupboard to do the necessary packing. She needs to go to her mother; her parental house.

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"Laasya" she heard Dr. Kirti's voice call behind her and turned to face her.

"What am I hearing? You're going back?" Kirti asked, truly surprised. For about four years, especially since the day Laasya's children settled at different places, Laasya came back to Chandigarh and preferred working in the very hospital, where her career started. She went to attend complicated cases throughout the country, but mostly worked from Chandigarh, and now the leave she applied for over a week came as a surprise to Kirti, hence she thought to have a word with the woman herself.

"Yes" Laasya said and Kirti couldn't miss the glow in her eyes, which she witnessed after so many years. "I'm going home"

Kirti felt her own lips pull into a smile looking at her best friend truly immersed in happiness "And what's the good news?" she asked raising her eyebrows.

"My children are coming home" Laasya whispered. "All of them"

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Letters I could never post

#2

Dear mom,

What love is?

Don't be shocked with my sudden query. It has nothing to do with my involving in any romantic love. Really. I might have scared you with the question though Ain't I? It would surely be creepy if your sixteen year old daughter asks you that. Oops. Sorry mom.

You realize I am laughing now. Not my fault mom, it can be classified as sangath ka asar. I have got two Besharams as my best friends: Tara and Esha. While Tara is an adorable blabbermouth, Esha is a typical tomboy. But they both are an important part of my life. I sometimes wonder how had I ended up being friends with them. But truth is, now I can't imagine a day without them. Waking up to their wake up calls, hanging out with them, witnessing their leg pulling session, listening to their rating boys, everything became so natural now. Hey Mom, by the way I don't rate boys. I am just a mute mere spectator. Promise.

Digressing ain't I? Yes, I am. I actually want to share something with you, but embarrassed at the same time to tell you how. Promise me you won't laugh. Okay?

So, just yesterday we'd an adolescence education class being taken up by our Biology sir. It's a male mom, and imagine my embarrassment. If that's not enough, I was seated in between Esha, who was busy playing with her pens, uninterested about the otherwise interesting class, and Tara, who was looking at the board with gooey eyes, her face in her palms, and sighing quite audibly. It was…a combination of uneasiness and ludicrousness for me. If that was not sufficient, our teacher noticed Esha and asked her to pay attention.

"What's the point, I already know what you're trying to teach" was her mumbled reply, which I swear our teacher heard.

"Do you, do you really? Please tell me, pleassseee" was Tara's whispered reply.

Only I knew how I sat there biting my cheeks. Only I knew, how I felt my jaw stung with the effort I was putting in not laughing.

And now I will answer the first question I asked you. Love is them mom. Love is Tara and Esha. Love is wondering why the hell we aren't born as sisters, only to tell ourselves that had we born to same mother, our mother wouldn't have tolerated us together.

Love is, waking up to the string of curses and the ridiculously funny songs sung in your phone, as wake up calls. Love is, wanting to celebrate Esha's birthday at midnight and entering her home knowing no one's at home, and locking ourselves in the store room, so that Esha wouldn't know our presence. Love is, sitting in the dark room with Tara, and muffling screams every time we feel something crawl by our side. Love is, barging into Esha's room at 12, and waking her up, to celebrate her birthday and forgetting all the pain of sitting in a dark room for the past few hours the moment Esha's surprised face comes into vision. Love is not caring about the rashes we got on our arms due to our little adventure, and covering them by wearing long sleeves for next three months…

Love is, watching them every moment and silently wishing them to stay by my side forever. Because mom I can't lose them. Rather I can't bear to lose them.

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She shut her mobile and covered her face with her palms. She should stop doing this, really. She thought there was no energy left in her anymore to take all this. She felt her vision blur and it took time to realize that it was due to the tears that filled up in her eyes. Naina, the girl who practically was part of more than half of her life vanished into thin air four damned years back. What hadn't she done to contact her? But all went in vain. She never thought that there would come a day where she wasn't even sure if her best friend was alive…

The disappearance of Naina wasn't out of her mind yet, and today she got to read something she wasn't aware of. The amount of love both her friends had for her made her crumple the bread in her hands. Yes, Nainatara, whom they called Naina was made Tara, and Tweesha herself was been transformed to Esha. And the incident Geet had written happened in their eleventh standard.

She felt an urge to run back into time. What wouldn't she give to go back to those days, what wouldn't she give to hug Naina and Geet close? But she didn't have that opportunity. She lost both. One wasn't here, the other was here, but the distances that lay between them was conspicuous.

"Good morning" she heard Geet as she entered the empty dining room and pulled a chair for her.

"Morning Geet" she said, trying hard not to focus on her arms, and search for the marks of the night. "I have something to tell"

"Yes?"

She conveniently forgot all the discussion she'd with her sister of not wanting to stay with the Khuranas. She forgot the hour long conversation she had with Nisha, and the brainstorming she was doing ever since.

"We're going to stay in Khurana Mansion. The Khuranas and we are family friends, and quite naturally we are stuck with them" she said applying marmalade to her bread.

"But I… how can I?" she heard Geet's voice stutter.

She felt a smile bloom across her face "Don't worry, if not anything the place doesn't have rats"

"Sorry?"

"I meant," Tweesha said immersed in cutting her fruit, "You'd fall in love with the grandeur of the place, and it'd be a learning experience for budding architecture students like you and me"

"But I still don't know them" Geet replied, clearly embarrassed of having to stay in some stranger's place.

"Lucky you" Tweeshs murmured darkly to herself, but facing her, she smiled and squeezed her hand before speaking "We're going to spend our week with my favorite aunt, who's as sweet as sugar and who, for god knows what reasons is very fond of me. Now tell me, if she can like me, she can like you too? Uhm uhm, I think she would love you. Moreover, we don't want our parents fretting over our stay in a place like Delhi. That leaves us practically with no option but to…" she stopped and gulped her milk. "Okay so I can speak long. Eeks, I wasn't aware of it before"

She heard a light chuckle and found Geet smiling at her. "Okay now? Jitters down?"

Geet nodded her head.

"Trust me Geet you wouldn't regret this trip. I promise" she said with a smile.

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