NOVEL~*Hiding behind a Stranger*~THREAD 53 - CHAP 58 (Pt 1&2)- 4th - Page 22

Originally posted by: lashy

Bindup! Your words... such pearls of wisdom they are on every character! 🤗

Originally posted by: binduprasad41

I am so sorry... got busy with some work but your write up deserve more than few lines so it take time na! 😳 🤗

Don't let any negative thoughts effect you... don't you know my lashy di is perfectionist... if we borrow heera's magical lens also na then too we couldn't find any fault in it !

Brilliant ending of brilliant story...so please don't worry. 😳

Originally posted by: lashy

👍🏼 That's why the Shehzaade said he wanted no REMINDERS of them wherever he was... so he doesn't get tempted again, to act like the way he's been acting.. it's for his own sake (to preserve his sanity) he chose to do so.. but, there is also that teeny bit of conscience he felt when recalling that Akbar has still been true to his vow

'There is no materialistic pleasure that could get me to betray my master'

It is also why the last part when he sees everyone standing against him, and his eyes set out to 'KILL THE MAN who brought it all upon him' they stop at Khalil instead of at AMK! Because in reality, it was Khalil (and his association with Khalil, despite AMK advising him against it) that brought this all upon him. The true betrayers were Khalil, his ego and anger - in that order. He finally accepts it to himself.

'No... no...' Khalil swiftly spun around, dragging his broken ankle behind him through the barren field. 'Run... run... runnn!' His pulse dashed faster than it ever had, as the dreaded all-familiar 'chops' began to be heard from the other end. But the pace of his feet could hardly keep up. 'Run... run... criss cross...'

CHOP!

CHOP!

It was time for the weapon to travel its return journey home. Blinking away the irritation from the blindfold, his keen eyes trailed the outline of his target. It moved lamely to the left, before stumbling towards the right. Left. Right. To. Fro. A final attempt by the brute, no doubt, to shove his attacker off his trail.

Timing it when the man swerved back into the right, Akbar ultimately let his spinning axe go - before his target could get too far!

CHOP!

CHOP!

*~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~*

'But there is no one else like HIM!' Heera quietly bit her lips into a peachy pink. 'Khan Sahib!'

Oh, how she wished to see her warrior just then.

Entire worlds had they conquered - and yet, the distance of a few meagre islands were keeping them apart. If allowed, her inner-child would've dashed through the rest of this distance between them - past these crowds, off towards the arena, and to wherever it was he stood.

'Shhh...' She sighed, letting go of the emotions building in her chest 'the time will come soon... stay still my heart... and you shall be reunited with the one who owns you!'

Originally posted by: lashy

Awww so so here... some more fodder for your imagination

Tented canopies outside the arena! With stockpiles of water and weapons...

Originally posted by: Kuki715

Ohh!! That kill the man was for Khalil... Was confused before... Chalo you answered before I asked 😆

That KILL the man was intended for Akbar... but his conscience finally admitted it should be Khalil... that was why his eyes started at Akbar and ended at Khalil!😆 Even Shehzaade was confused then... so thou shall be forgiven for the doubts

Nams di... You too under blanket😆

By any chance you two managed to meet? 😆

Stomachache... Before from morning...

??😕

Originally posted by: lashy

Almost right about what? 😲

About guessing the word

>>> 🤓

😒

Originally posted by: lashy

'No... no...' Khalil swiftly spun around, dragging his broken ankle behind him through the barren field. 'Run... run... runnn!' His pulse dashed faster than it ever had, as the dreaded all-familiar 'chops' began to be heard from the other end. But the pace of his feet could hardly keep up. 'Run... run... criss cross...'

CHOP!

CHOP!

It was time for the weapon to travel its return journey home. Blinking away the irritation from the blindfold, his keen eyes trailed the outline of his target. It moved lamely to the left, before stumbling towards the right. Left. Right. To. Fro. A final attempt by the brute, no doubt, to shove his attacker off his trail.

Timing it when the man swerved back into the right, Akbar ultimately let his spinning axe go - before his target could get too far!

CHOP!

CHOP!

*~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~*

'But there is no one else like HIM!' Heera quietly bit her lips into a peachy pink. 'Khan Sahib!'

Oh, how she wished to see her warrior just then.

Entire worlds had they conquered - and yet, the distance of a few meagre islands were keeping them apart. If allowed, her inner-child would've dashed through the rest of this distance between them - past these crowds, off towards the arena, and to wherever it was he stood.

'Shhh...' She sighed, letting go of the emotions building in her chest 'the time will come soon... stay still my heart... and you shall be reunited with the one who owns you!'

Originally posted by: lashy

That KILL the man was intended for Akbar... but his conscience finally admitted it should be Khalil... that was why his eyes started at Akbar and ended at Khalil!😆 Even Shehzaade was confused then... so thou shall be forgiven for the doubts

Conphused soul😆

By any chance you two managed to meet? 😆

With Prannath around... No chance😲

Stomachache... Before from morning...

??😕

Better... Hate Auto correct 😡

Originally posted by: lashy

'No... no...' Khalil swiftly spun around, dragging his broken ankle behind him through the barren field. 'Run... run... runnn!' His pulse dashed faster than it ever had, as the dreaded all-familiar 'chops' began to be heard from the other end. But the pace of his feet could hardly keep up. 'Run... run... criss cross...'

CHOP!

CHOP!

It was time for the weapon to travel its return journey home. Blinking away the irritation from the blindfold, his keen eyes trailed the outline of his target. It moved lamely to the left, before stumbling towards the right. Left. Right. To. Fro. A final attempt by the brute, no doubt, to shove his attacker off his trail.

Timing it when the man swerved back into the right, Akbar ultimately let his spinning axe go - before his target could get too far!

CHOP!

CHOP!

*~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~*

'But there is no one else like HIM!' Heera quietly bit her lips into a peachy pink. 'Khan Sahib!'

Oh, how she wished to see her warrior just then.

Entire worlds had they conquered - and yet, the distance of a few meagre islands were keeping them apart. If allowed, her inner-child would've dashed through the rest of this distance between them - past these crowds, off towards the arena, and to wherever it was he stood.

'Shhh...' She sighed, letting go of the emotions building in her chest 'the time will come soon... stay still my heart... and you shall be reunited with the one who owns you!'