Blast from the Past Thread #21 !!Holi ki Dhadkane!! pg114, epi 218 - Page 14

Originally posted by: Katelyn

^ Hi Indi! Yes, one of the admin posted it on the 26th. I sent it to Rashmi and I was credited. You like? 😆

Originally posted by: Katelyn

I made this edit not too long ago and submitted to TS but this was shared several days ago on TS FB!

Originally posted by: Katelyn

I made this edit not too long ago and submitted to TS but this was shared several days ago on TS FB!

Originally posted by: indi52

me love. 😳

Originally posted by: cinthiann1758

Episode 209

Holi- Why Does it Happen?

Being inebriated makes us feel as if we are not in our senses, but what happens when things make perfect sense? When suddenly your guard and walls tumble, the clouds and fog are lifted and you can see perfectly clear. Inhibitions shed, questions asked, questions answered, love blooms all because of inebriation. Strange.

It started with placing colors on each other's cheek. Breaking the barrier, allowing to touch, allowing to feel.

Some of that color irritating the eye, the barrier broken, help is on its way. He holds her hand to stop her and blows the fleck away out of her eye. He has touched her she steps away. He walks away but she stops him, deciding to let her guard down. She must know. She grabs hold of his hand he stops, looks at her and she steps forward. Stepping forward, a new direction in their relationship?👏👏

Her hands reach up to frame his face,

her sad eyes looking into his, he looks a little shocked, confused maybe? Why is she touching me so intimately, maybe his thoughts? And he neither pulls away in revulsion or anger as she says she must ask him a question. Her hands drop from his face and grasp his hand bringing it to her heart.

"Why does it happen, Arnavji? When you come close to me my heart starts beating faster. Why is this?"

An innocent girl, no woman, asks.

"I try to understand but I don't. I want to forget it but I can't. Why?"

Now it is his turn.

He places his hands on her face ever so gently.

Uff, the two of them have the most perfect eyes for this conversation...sad, pouty, sexy...

She begs him gently,

please tell me'

and repeats to him again the physical symptoms of what happens to her when his proximity occurs.

It is just too much, too much bhang and she passes out on him. But it is too much for him as well bringing tears to his eyes.

He wipes them away and picks her up, walks through all the celebrants, wife in arms.

He takes her to his sacred space, poolside, where many revelations and secrets have been shared. Lovingly he is wiping her face, removing the colors from her face. In her stupor, she doesn't realize how he is lovingly moving that stray strand of hair out of her face.

She awakens, with those eyes searching for answers, gazing into his she reminds him,

"Arnavji, you haven't answered my question... "

He wipes her tear from her eyes and says he will answer her question. He takes her hands and places it on his heart.

Sigh...gooseflesh all over my arms.

"When you are near me, then along with your heartbeat even my heartbeat increases.

Our heartbeats unite,

What you feel, what I feel..."

She repeats, "Our heartbeats?"

His answer, "Unite!"

And just for those few moments of inebriation the walls have come tumbling down.

Revelation has occurred...

and...

The hidden love has conquered the fraudulent hate.