NOVEL~*Hiding behind a Stranger*~THREAD 22- Chapter 27 (2 pts)-9th FEB - Page 138

Originally posted by: roseraja1915

Good night darling Periyamma, Lashy Sahiba, Chellam, Bindup, Bindu, Shruthi, Mitu, Manu, Adwi , Sandy Begum, Harshu, Payal and lovely Baisas! 🤗

See you tomorrow, dearies! ❤️

Originally posted by: durgeshnandini

Only paintings?! Do you like artefacts and ancient literature too?! 😊

Originally posted by: pandrangijyothi

Lashy sahiba...

'Lord...' his chest heaved as he took in a deep breath - her folks were going to frown upon this. But it had to be done. Tucking his left hand under the arch of the neck, he carried her up. Cradling her limp body within his arms, he thus walked towards the crowded camp, seeking out its tents to shelter her from the open air.

With a warm frown, Akbar led his thumb towards her chin, letting it slowly drift over, onto her cheeks. Caressing the silk of their skin, he rested his temple against the ornament at the parting of her forehead, the Borla - thus mirroring their touching encounter at the canal.

after getting into conscious

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Originally posted by: durgeshnandini

Thanks for injecting some hopes in us... 🤔

Originally posted by: cute.manasi

i think jhanu di is too busy , also she might have lost her interest...😭

Originally posted by: cute.manasi

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Originally posted by: durgeshnandini

I totally understand, but either ways, if this story, after such a promising and interesting journey halts abruptly, one cannot but feel disappointed, isn't it?! Also it wasn't just a romantic tale, it had a thriller element too... And I really want to know who the stalkers are... 🤔

>> yeah it is so close to heart & has always given lots of joy to us...😳

But I hv no problem in waiting... 😳

>> me too , memories of previous chapters keeps me going...😃

Originally posted by: Kalgi22

Retracing her steps through opulent hallways and past stately rooms - now pitch black with most of their lamps doused, and absolutely quiet with everyone asleep - she briefly stopped beneath a large set of twin paintings.

Her eyes studied the impressive replicas of the two sisters that proudly hung from one of the mansion's main walls - paintings created by a gifted artist as a token of gratitude, when Heera had tirelessly strived day-and-night to revive his sick son from near death, a year ago.

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Making a hasty visual inspection of the corridors that connected all the inner walls of the haveli - Northern, Southern, Western and Eastern - he spotted a segment that he hadn't been in yet. The Eastern side. Quickening his pace at once, he approached the Eastern hallways - till somewhere along the way, a sight caught his fleeting attention.

Slowed in his tracks, Akbar peeped up for a better view.

The small ripples in his brows immediately evened out when he saw what it was that'd managed to grab his attention, his features blanketed by a thin sheath of amazement.

It was a large set of twin paintings, impressive replicas of the two sisters that hung majestically on a wall.

'What if the Farmaan is hidden in its frame? Or in one of the planters around here?' were the first thoughts that came to his head. Yet, and in the very same breath, his keen glances didn't fail to recognise the true masterpieces that those artworks were. Soon, his footsteps followed the direction of his glances, leading the young man towards the paintings that were a true likeness of the two heiresses.

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