Originally posted by: indi52
BarunDiwani,
you are an asr fan, remember?... arnav singh raizada ko kissi ladki se koi faraq nahin padta... certainly not rambling indi ki writing se. so get here, dear one, read and tell me what works what doesn't. samjhi tum? (evil laugh)
yes ofcourse i'm an ASR fan but i can be two pankhas at once! if Arnav Singh Raizada read your "ramblings" he would most certainly hire you as his PA, since you understand him so well! then i would come visit you at AR everyday😃 ok imagination going wild. anyway, sharing the comment i made a few mins ago to your story on the blast thread
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well i got here...only for you, i bit the bullet and read past the world going silent... and *sniff* I don't like being here *sniff"* *sniff* *sniff*...by "here" i mean where you left the story, i look forward with great anticipation as you decide to heal him...his heartbeats gave her life once, its her turn now, what's say?????? write the next part sooon okay???...like i said i don't like being stuck here.
I totally understand your need to explore these shots (which btw i had no idea were all over the net...God bless our blast thread!! it keeps me safe from a lot of things) and my you've done a great job starting the exploration. I've always admired your insight into these two, understanding them on a level that i don't even think the makers did...it always shows in your writing and especially in this one. That is exactly the way Khushi would react, "you can't handle his gussa" and worried about how he doesn't like being touched by strangers.👏 As i told you before, when you write, the words come alive and this was no less. It is almost too good succeeding in taking us where we don't want to go, on a Dehli Road at 3 pm.
I don't know how much (or little) i'm ready to explore this subject with you, should you choose to take this all the way to this place where i can't handle, i decided i i will add my 2 cents in the end for myselft as follows😊 its just a bad dream Khushi is having and she'll wake up to his caring voice "Khushi, Khush, Khushi,!" she opens her eyes, terror in them " Kya hua? dar gayee thi tum?" and then with tears in her eyes she's bury her herself in his arms, holing him tightly, being ever so grateful that she can hear his dhadkan while she rests her head on his chest.
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