NOVEL~*Hiding behind a Stranger*~Thread 14~CHAPTER 19 - Page 17

Originally posted by: Sandhya.A

The heartbreak - Part 1 - Heera.

I leave you Saahib, forever now

I knew i would some day

But not so broken. How oh how?

Could you send me off in this way!

You were a support, my sole solace

In my days of sorrow and grief

I felt so much at home at your place

Though my stay here was very brief

Like noone else, you understood me

Your presence dispelled my fears

But not even once, did i ever forsee

That you'll give me so much tears

You saved me once, from a venomous sting

You spared me pain and ache

But with your aloofness and cold parting

You've given me worse, a heartbreak

Reassured i felt, in your soothing embrace

Though you were unsteady and faint

You remember nothing, you say, in your daze

To whom do i address my plaint

I turn around to see, if you'll wish me so long

If you'll give me a gentle farewell

To assure me that, i didn't read you wrong

That my despondency i can dispel

Whatever i had lost, when i came here, i had

My pride, my spirit, my heart

Oh stranger, you have wounded them all

Your attitude has torn me apart

Misfortunes mine or destiny's score

That tragedy has struck me twice

Forced me to leave my shelter once more

Devastated and without device.

Originally posted by: Kalgi22

Bhavi 🤗

Doing good dear.. Hope you too. 😳 How's your Diwali? 😃

Originally posted by: karkuzhali

Chapter 19.

Haikus.

1. On your mark, get set

Sword practice under the stars

Our Akbar Sahib.

2. Nature his mentor

Trees Tribals Animals targets

For Ustad the Archer

3. An aide and a guide

The dual role of a friend

Her Saheli Gauri

4. Her excuse to meet him

His Gate pass to Parngarh

Kakaasa's Laddus..

Karkuzhali.

Originally posted by: durgeshnandini

This is the nineteenth chapter of this saga, more like a journey as you capture it in the sensational camera of your gem of a writing skill. As we step into nineteen, the story young and gentle and tender like a new born, slowly morphs into a teenager, lively and full of imaginations, urging to live in colours, daring to tread the forbidden terrain, fighting with the ever ruling conscience to steal a moment of self exploration... having its first ever tryst with passion unknown. That is how the story has been so far. That is how Heera and Akbar have been so far. But now at the wake of youth, things ought to change... for duties and dangers...

Undaunted he is full of confidence and skill, but sadly for him his worst fears come alive, just when he was willing to let them pass and he to escape from the clutches of duties calling... to the other world. He riding into dangerous woodlands, exploring the unknown of enemies and skills is a sheer metaphor, of his life, and more so of his existence. He rides away through the dark and deep, his focus steady, his weapons ready to attack. Troubles lurk around him - like savage pack of wolves, baring their teeth, frothing and snarling - intimidating his very existence . And he like the proud lion, fears not the cowardice... beating them down by his mere gaze. He doesn't fear the harm to his existence, but he fears a harm to HER existence... so he knows that he has to end it all...

Honestly speaking, this was one of the finest example of your versatility - the likes of which we have seen in Durga's fight till death... various moments of Akbar and Heera together, including the mistaken crying on the shoulder and the canal scene in the previous chapter. Not everyone has the finesse of embroidering jewels into a thread work of complicated emotions... you the Hermoine Granger have been bestowed with it, so fully! Also now as we approach the end of part 1, the canal scene of the previous chapter makes more significance - that was like the completion of a circle, now they are where they were when it all began... only the sunshine of hopes goes amiss!!

The Queen of Gems, worth a thousand beauties, such a precious girl is this Heera... what is not in her to love? What is not there in her to make one stake his happiness to her unmarred radiance. She is the subject, and she is the object too... all his actions, deliberately or not are because of her and just for her... she knows his pulse, she prides herself in reading his eyes, dark depths which morph into crystal clear waters of a brook, at her honeyed urging. So she steps in to bid a farewell much to the indignance of Gauri - but she comes later - but this rendezvous turns out to be a metaphor again, to the vagaries of Fate.

She steps into a chamber unknown, passes through corridors where light doesn't bounce of her silks, where the unfamiliarity doesn't seem welcoming it lingers around like ominous vibes... such a stark contrast! (This is how probably she is going to feel when she learns his darker self, methinks)... here again they complete a tale, which had begun in Chapter 8. Then he let the guards down to clarify himself... to subtly show off his talents. Here he builds up fortifications all over again to spurn her. There they bid a farewell though she were to stay... but here when they are actually parting ways... they utter none. Sad it is, to see her choking in her disappointment, as her palanquin exits, sans him calling her back. All of it must've been a terrible nightmare, that she is never going get over.

Protagonists apart, Gauri and Chachajaan are obviously two pillars who stand out from the rest. Be it in their unwavering faith and sense of service, their understanding of what their respective masters need and above all else, their farsight - something achieved out of heart and not tactful mind. Heera has her entire family in Gauri... why in that splitting moment before letting her in her meaningful gaze at Heera reveals so much - the worries of a best friend, careful counsels of an elder sibling, the warnings of an elderly lady of the house, almost threatening the little one into understanding, and many fears and prayers, typical of the motherhood, as her child embarks on the road not taken.

If Gauri is the embodiment of Heera's conscience... Chachajaan is a mirror to Akbar's soul. His pains and fears, needs and thoughts and even the slightest traces of possessiveness that seepes into his besotted self, nothing goes unnoticed in this mirror that knows him inside out. Chachajaan is a presence he cannot ignore, a thought he cannot dismiss... for he is soul who prevents the goodness of his heart from drying out from the scorching heat of cruel ambitions.

Part one thus wraps up with the lovers parting ways, now we plunge more into the harrowing depths of ploys and plans... I am waiting with bated breath to see how the fingers and mind, so expert in weaving the finest filigree of subtle romance crafts finer threads of a neck break racing... we have already been subjected to a sneak peek at this in the opening of this chapter, I suppose!

Wanted to keep it short, but ended up in summarising the journey so far in my own way... waiting for the games to begin...

With lots of love! ❤️

Originally posted by: durgeshnandini

This is the nineteenth chapter of this saga, more like a journey as you capture it in the sensational camera of your gem of a writing skill. As we step into nineteen, the story young and gentle and tender like a new born, slowly morphs into a teenager, lively and full of imaginations, urging to live in colours, daring to tread the forbidden terrain, fighting with the ever ruling conscience to steal a moment of self exploration... having its first ever tryst with passion unknown. That is how the story has been so far. That is how Heera and Akbar have been so far. But now at the wake of youth, things ought to change... for duties and dangers...

Undaunted he is full of confidence and skill, but sadly for him his worst fears come alive, just when he was willing to let them pass and he to escape from the clutches of duties calling... to the other world. He riding into dangerous woodlands, exploring the unknown of enemies and skills is a sheer metaphor, of his life, and more so of his existence. He rides away through the dark and deep, his focus steady, his weapons ready to attack. Troubles lurk around him - like savage pack of wolves, baring their teeth, frothing and snarling - intimidating his very existence . And he like the proud lion, fears not the cowardice... beating them down by his mere gaze. He doesn't fear the harm to his existence, but he fears a harm to HER existence... so he knows that he has to end it all...

👏👏

Honestly speaking, this was one of the finest example of your versatility - the likes of which we have seen in Durga's fight till death... various moments of Akbar and Heera together, including the mistaken crying on the shoulder and the canal scene in the previous chapter. Not everyone has the finesse of embroidering jewels into a thread work of complicated emotions... you the Hermoine Granger have been bestowed with it, so fully! Also now as we approach the end of part 1, the canal scene of the previous chapter makes more significance - that was like the completion of a circle, now they are where they were when it all began... only the sunshine of hopes goes amiss!!

Brilliant!

The Queen of Gems, worth a thousand beauties, such a precious girl is this Heera... what is not in her to love? What is not there in her to make one stake his happiness to her unmarred radiance. She is the subject, and she is the object too... all his actions, deliberately or not are because of her and just for her... she knows his pulse, she prides herself in reading his eyes, dark depths which morph into crystal clear waters of a brook, at her honeyed urging. So she steps in to bid a farewell much to the indignance of Gauri - but she comes later - but this rendezvous turns out to be a metaphor again, to the vagaries of Fate.

She steps into a chamber unknown, passes through corridors where light doesn't bounce of her silks, where the unfamiliarity doesn't seem welcoming it lingers around like ominous vibes... such a stark contrast! (This is how probably she is going to feel when she learns his darker self, methinks)... here again they complete a tale, which had begun in Chapter 8. Then he let the guards down to clarify himself... to subtly show off his talents. Here he builds up fortifications all over again to spurn her. There they bid a farewell though she were to stay... but here when they are actually parting ways... they utter none. Sad it is, to see her choking in her disappointment, as her palanquin exits, sans him calling her back. All of it must've been a terrible nightmare, that she is never going get over.

Protagonists apart, Gauri and Chachajaan are obviously two pillars who stand out from the rest. Be it in their unwavering faith and sense of service, their understanding of what their respective masters need and above all else, their farsight - something achieved out of heart and not tactful mind. Heera has her entire family in Gauri... why in that splitting moment before letting her in her meaningful gaze at Heera reveals so much - the worries of a best friend, careful counsels of an elder sibling, the warnings of an elderly lady of the house, almost threatening the little one into understanding, and many fears and prayers, typical of the motherhood, as her child embarks on the road not taken.

A fantastic observation!

If Gauri is the embodiment of Heera's conscience... Chachajaan is a mirror to Akbar's soul. His pains and fears, needs and thoughts and even the slightest traces of possessiveness that seepes into his besotted self, nothing goes unnoticed in this mirror that knows him inside out. Chachajaan is a presence he cannot ignore, a thought he cannot dismiss... for he is soul who prevents the goodness of his heart from drying out from the scorching heat of cruel ambitions.

Part one thus wraps up with the lovers parting ways, now we plunge more into the harrowing depths of ploys and plans... I am waiting with bated breath to see how the fingers and mind, so expert in weaving the finest filigree of subtle romance crafts finer threads of a neck break racing... we have already been subjected to a sneak peek at this in the opening of this chapter, I suppose!

Wanted to keep it short, but ended up in summarising the journey so far in my own way... waiting for the games to begin...

With lots of love! ❤️

Originally posted by: shahbhavini

I clapped for Heera's grace... The way she collected the courage to meet him, face him once again... confront openly... truly admirable... U always go beyond and above reader's expectation. I am not going to be satisfied in one time reading... I have to read again to feel the pain once again of those torn souls... I want to feel Akbar's pain when she was walking out from his life... I want to cry out loud for Heera... for her self-respect... for her insult... for her broken faith.