The Letter - OS on pg 1 & 2 +Translation pg 8

Hello Fellow Avitanians😊,

Just a small effort to relieve the boredom of the wait and while away time till Monday. Hope you all like and enjoy it. I hope to post the next part tomorrow.

Part I

There was nothing he could do about it......the agonising ache around his heart would not lessen.............no matter how much he tried to drown it in physical pain. Even when his muscles were screaming for relief, he continued to swing the joris, again and again, in a vain bid to somehow obliterate the unbearable squeezing sensation in his heart that had been his constant companion from the time he had found out about her desertion. She had left him to marry that pathetic, sorry creature.....that Pappu......oh what he would do for a chance to get his hands around that jamoore's neck? How dare he touch her........hold her hand and pull her away, how dare he? But she had not once uttered a word....one word of help from her and he would have ended that lout's time on earth there and then.....but no, she had walked away from him almost willingly. The thought made him swing with increased viciousness, his face contorted with rage and pain.

Had he imagined it all? How could this have happened? She had landed in his arms, under the most perilous of circumstances, and yet, the moment he had held her, all his concerns, his survival instincts and the adrenaline rushing through his veins, had seemed to vanish. All of a sudden, he had been in heaven, or a place very much like one. The smell of danger, the stench of burning, the sound of running feet....everything had faded into obscurity and all he had been aware of was the deep pools of warmth that were her eyes.

In an instant, he had answered the unspoken question in them, ready to leave everything behind and follow her to the ends of the earth. For those few precious moments, the business of love that he had wanted no part of - the immortal love stories of Radha-Krishn, Laila-Majnu, Shirin-Farhad, Mumtaz-Shahjahan, had made perfect sense to him. For those minutes, the object of his entire future life had suddenly been distilled to this one simple truth-to gather all the happiness in the world and lay it at the feet of this angel, to love and protect her till his last breath. Her weight in his arms had been so intoxicating that when she had come out of the trance and had stood up, a strange sense of loss had pervaded his entire being. His desperate and bemused eyes had followed her till she turned the corner..........no, he could not have imagined that. He had seen an unmistakable response in her eyes too.

And then, even when she had seen him threaten her father and kidnap her brother, he had not found anything more than mild disappointment on her face, at the sight of the gun in his hand.....in fact, the very next day he had watched her coy smiles and shy glances directed at him........... and when he had hidden behind the tree for a moment, she had come out running to the balcony ... . And then, that day at the mandir, her smile had said it all.......her shy, innocent smile that had seemed to light up her face and had dispelled all his doubts about unrequited feelings.

No, he could not have imagined it all.....then why? Why had she rejected him? Instead of replying to his letter, she had come to the gardens, but with that joker in tow.......in one fell swoop she had broken his heart, his reticent heart, that for the first time had dared to dream dreams ......to imagine a future for himself where he could look forward to returning to a pair of loving arms, when the big bad business of the day was done. A future that included just the two of them, living a life of complete bliss, joined for life and thereafter.

And now she had taken off with her family to that confounded farmhouse, to get married to that oaf and leave him, Awadesh, with a deep, agonising ache that threatened to overwhelm his entire being.....No, he would not let her betrayal, her fickleness destroy him......he would conquer this......he had seen and suffered a lot in the past ten years, from the time his father and brother had been murdered, and just like then, he would find the inner strength to overcome this time too.........but why was his heart still crying? With an exasperated snarl at the tears in his eyes, he had banged the jori on the ground, only to see an innocent, white piece of paper fluttering under it.

(To be continued in Part II)

See page 2 for Part II

Originally posted by: chatterbox

wow thats very nice

u hv nicely summed up the story so far

pls do continue

Originally posted by: tvrasika

Beautiful, beautiful writing! This is exactly what Avdesh would have written, if he could! Pls do go on, vistapro:)

Originally posted by: remosalsa

Vista beautifully written👏, do continue ur letter, its really amazing👍🏼

Originally posted by: remosalsa

Yaa, Vista, its Ashu😳, yaa, will sure wait for ur next letter😊

Thanks and sorry.........might not be able to post till tomorrow.......got visitors and couldn't finish

All right people, here is the next part. Hope you all like it😊. Let me know what you think.

Thanks,

.............Yeh sach hai ki hum aapse pyaar karte hain........He had picked up the sheet of paper gingerly, not knowing that within a space of few seconds, it would change his life. Such simple , straightforward words.......yeh such hai ki hum aapse pyaar karte hain...yet so infinitely powerful. They had been enough to magically ease the pain around his heart, to instantly relieve the constriction.....for a moment his heart had soared on a cloud of elation....he had not been mistaken, she did love him back! But only for a moment, for elation had been soon been replaced by a deep sense of shame and regret for having doubted her......he should have known that she was no ordinary girl, vain and fickle, who would lead him on and then get married to another.

Judging by the opening words on this piece of paper, he had realised that she must not have received his letter, to still be in doubt of his feelings. Yet, despite this uncertainity, she had chosen to write to him....chosen to lay her heart bare, go against societal norms, against propriety and convention....his brave, bold Arpita. He had gone on to read how she had likened her love for him to a kind of intoxication, an everpresent fragrance........he had wondered how she could describe the state of his heart with such precise analogies?