And viewer, i forgive him...!

Yes, i forgive him.

For the first time after many nights, when comfort sailed through my heart, when i rest my head on his palm, fear took a break. All those nightmares, fears, hallucinations just vanished into his palm. And when he withdrew that palm of his, emptiness opened my eyes. I walked down the room to find him sitting on the stairs, all alone, searching for answers to his questions with vacant eyes. All i could do was go down, sit by his side and rest my head on his arm. I do not know if that eased any of his pain, but it did ease mine. Yet again, those vacant eyes looked into mine, searching for answers; and those warm hands were laid upon mine on not finding any.

There he was explaining it to his Nani; the mystery of the saut in his didi's life. Little did he know; that i knew he trusted me. It was a misunderstanding bound to pounce out some day and the day he picked me up in his arms and sighed a relieving smile, i knew that he was clear on my intentions.

each time i saw him with his sister, i wondered how this man could do whatever he has done to me. I wondered if i ever could mean more than an aukhatless girl in his mind. I wondered if he'd ever believe anyone except what he sees, what he hears; himself.

I wished i could tell shyam ji what i thought of him each time he questioned about his love. I wish i could tell him how i felt a string was tied to my little heart; the end of which was tightly knot to his. i wish i could tell him i knew Arnav ji would trust me.
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The moment he looked into my eyes; i forgave him.

mujhe Khushi pe poora yakin hain.

The minute he said that, i forgave him.

Main meri zindagi ka sabse bada galatfaimi kar baitha.

The moment he said that i forgave him.

After all, what love is it when i cannot forgive him for what i wondered he would ever do - trusting me? His love was never about being right or being wrong. His love for me was always about being there - with me.

And there he was next morning, asking if I was ever fine! Did he for once think my happiness, my theek hona would be in his happiness? would be in his smile? would be in his arms? i was always fine, whenever he was by my side.

Alas! all i can do when he corners me, smiles at me, makes me go back with my heart beating at 140 beats per minute is suppress a smile.

- Khushi Kumari Gupta - Singh Raizada.

very well written from Khushi

i love the way you write 👏

Very well written. Hope some of our forum members read this

really truly amazing and brilliant post hats off to you 👏

i loved it!!!!

im back from the dead...finally able to log in and here i am alter egooo :)

thanks you all! :)

and the title is adapted from Jane Eyre's "i forgive him dear reader" 😆

Brilliant & Much needed Post

Aloo..

let me repeat mera tho janam danya hogayya ki you logged in.

@both love Di head desk.. i hated the part where nani goes stay away from her. fine she said for her bittiya. and this girl agrees. concrete wall please. as if one of them not worrying about glee was not enough, dono hi wahi train padkadke baithe hai!!!!

have i told i love the silent conversations they have? such pure ones that too..

do i love what you wrote? yes. do i think that'll ever happen? *shakes head*

brilliant post.. redemption demanders should read this