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Hi friends, the FPH track is getting to a summit. Nakuul and Surbhi are absolutely smashing their roles and taking us somewhere in a hidden climax. This is sad, so be warned.
❤️
Anisa
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Shivaay Singh Oberoi is angry. Angry that she can suggest this dumb wedding. The plan was to stage her memory loss and get into Tia's good books and find Dushyant. They had got to 65 Gulmohar Rd, and she was about to break a window hastily, and do what? Break him out and make a run for it?
She is too scatterbrained for this kind of chess game schemes. This is MY specialty. There were guards and henchmen there, and she would have gotten into bigger trouble from here.Without any backup. And she was going to throw the spanner into the whole subterfuge. So I carried her back home, left Khanna to keep an eye on the house for movements. For now the house looked all locked up.
Their deal was coming to an end. Mom continues to drive daggers into her gut and my heart, with her disdain for Annika. I can see Annika slipping away. She is so bound by her promise to Mom, that she will leave my life and go away.
And I had no say, or leverage in the matter. What I was going through didn't matter to her ?
That misery I see in her eyes, every time I touch her, it tells me something,
That she loves me, she cares about me. That she gives a damn about me.
A tablet for a headache, a concerned word when I look stressed, a helping hand always.
She CARES , damn it. I can SEE it . One has to be blind not to see it. That I am not.
I see it in the blazing anger on her face, when Tia gave me a head massage. I relish the tumbling, roiling angry emotions she is exhibiting, my heart beats fast like galloping horses. I take it all in, her blazing brown eyes, slight flared nostrils, the angry pout, upturned chin, heaving chest.
She looks beautifully glorious, when angry. I feel alive just admiring the emotions I evoked in her. But when I tentatively step closer to hold it to me, she clams up. All of a sudden, with no warning, the fire is doused, no remainder smoke whatsoever.
"Mujhe Faraq nahi padta hai."
I swear if someone else says that to me, I'll beat him to death. But for her. I need her to say it.
This morning she said , " Thank you for everything you've done for me"..
I swear for the first time I might just punch down that tree by the poolside. Infuriating woman knows what exactly to say to push my buttons. I'd do 10000 more things for her, if she'd just admit she cared.
Here I am losing my mind, at the thought of not seeing her again, and she walks away. So easily. I don't want her thank yous, I hate them.
I want her. All of her , her good mornings, her soft smiles, sorrys, stories, jokes, bad plans, funny words, ridiculous ideas, bad cooking, everything. Just for me. Mine.
But she wants nothing from me. Everything I deem important, means nothing to her. I am ready to give her so much, but she holds on to the promise she gave Mom.
Maybe she really wants to go. I did force her into this marriage. I took so much from her that I had no right to. If she really wants to go, I will steel myself and let her.
It's the least I can do, I will not force her to stay.
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A small sound snapped him out of sleep that night. He sat up wide awake and found the sofa empty. The atmosphere was still but he felt a upsetting disturbance. Finding his study empty, and almost everywhere else, he stole out to see if the guards had seen her.
Then he heard it, outside the kitchen door, in the furthest corner of the house, she was crying. He approached silently , the sobs becoming louder with every step. He was not prepared for the sight of Annika in full grief.
She sat all folded up , elbows in her lap, her groaning sobs like a physical pain in her chest. It sounded like someone was stabbing her repeatedly , a horrible ghastly sound of pain, each drawn breath just came out in a guttural groan of distress.
My God ! Why is she crying like this?! What have I done??
Here all I wanted was for her to say she cared. And she's been holding all this inside, somehow?
The guilt was killing him.
I have to fix this.
After we catch Tia and her mom out.
In the open.
I will fix this.
