NOVEL~*Hiding behind a Stranger*~ Thread 3- CHAPTERS 5 & 6 - Page 4

Originally posted by: harshu27

Yayy so I get the pleasure of Harshu-style emo-waala analysis! aur woh bhi lambaa waalaa!

hi lash 🤗 what a mesmerizing update...I was completely lost in ur chap while reading... so finally d stranger has entered and met heera... 😉

Yup!😛

u have v beautifully compared heera's inner turmoil with d pebbles splashing against water...could feel her anxiety and tension of taking such a big responsibility on her shoulder that too at such young age... 😳 m sure she would prove her mettle...and at such a juncture where all d enemies r hawking around her for d farman she has to come out strong and bold...and we know with her ace and diplomacy she would firmly take over d responsibility... 😉

Yes!

Heera from floating astray was his towering masculine outline, confining her to her spot. Never before had she been at such close quarters with any man before - let alone the fact that it was dark, and that they were both standing in 4 feet of water, with their clothes drenched. Yet, the first thought that came to her enquiring mind wasn't awkwardness - it was that she'd finally decoded the puzzle

'He IS the stranger...'

so here her stranger comes and emerges like a savior for her protecting her from d clutches of d water which would have engulfed her any moment if he had delayed...

Yes... he was there on time😉

and surprisingly she dint feel any awkwardness... 😉 how can a savior b s stranger ot her...

She didn't feel any awkwardness at first, because she was more curious and intrigued than embarrassed... you've only heard his voice... but now you want to see his face... 'Kaun hai woh' types!

Under the faint rays of the moonlight and behind the gleam of water droplets, there could be no other face that looked more refined. Set against skin that was fairer than fair, the bronzed locks that fell above his shoulders put even the richest shades of brown to shame. With features so sharp and eyes so piercing, she doubted if the man belonged to this country at all. Yes, he was a Mughal, but a Mughal from another land. Her mind went back to the various paintings and books on culture that she owned - trying to find a match 'Not a Mongol. Or a Turk...' she supposed 'Persia? Yes that's it...he's Persian!'

ufff this stranger is too hot to handle...all r falling for his charms...and I felt even somewhere heera too was drooling over him... 😉 as she couldn't fathom which country he belonged too...with his sharp chiseled features and d icing on d cake being d bronze locks...he is too dreamy

Awww... really?

ok I dont know whether d following pic will suit here or not but still couldn't stop myself from posting it...


Of course it suits.. basss thodaa night time kardo... and atgah sahab ko hataake Heera ko daal do

It was a question he was meant to ask a few moments ago, but for some strange reason 'Hazel' were the first words that came to his mind. Hazel - the colour of her eyes. Blacks, he'd seen. Blues and greens he'd seen. Even browns he'd seen. But such an exquisite tint of hazel,

Hee hee

finally lash 🤗thnx for updating another wonderful piece of work...will b waiting lashy sahiba for ur next update eagerly...

Thanks darling