'Footprints': ShivGauri (IP) FF Part 7,Pg.9 06/16 - Page 4

Balle balle Neetu!! what a FF.... loving it to tell u the truth missed FF from u after a long time .....

Originally posted by: desi chic

Hi Saba, don't worry I won't desert ya😉 I'm on my next one... Thanks for taking interest!

Cheers,
dc

nice updateee n their first meeting huhhh well continue asap :))))

OMG the first meeting....thts cool.. Gr8 goin dear........ PLzz continue soon..........

THT WS FAB! rlly enjyd it.but i cant undrstand da basic story line so far .plz can u help me n lemme no.thx- i rlly appriciate it.con soon

Originally posted by: desi chic

Chapter 3: A Shower of Reminiscence

The ancient creaking of the chair was the only sound echoing dully off the silent walls. Mumbai City lay at the mercy of the wild temper of a storm having steadily amassed...and im at the mercy of the mirchi's temper and seems like the strom too... resembling the tornado gaining momentum in the silence inside.

Back... and forth... back... and forth. The chair protested in unheard groans, but the owner refused to hear them. His mind revisited the events of the day... He didn't know what to make of them, but then his fate was never trustworthy.oh god di i can actually imagine mirchi's expression here; anger and helplessness and then more anger that is mixed with complains and questions regarding the betrayal....*hand on my heart* The ceiling seemed to sway with his vision as he rocked the crude chaise, an emblem of his grandfather's pride. The rocking abruptly stopped standing immobile for a second, before he raised and walked towards the closed door.

The cool gush of water felt refreshing upon his burning skin... Dabbing the towel over his face, he held it momentarily over his eyes, pressing the soft fabric against them. Her calm features etched clearly against his blank mind... the shower of minuscule droplets clinging to her skin, determined to hold on to its caress-able texture. The feeble veil of lavender did the same at her head, as she clung to it, holding herself against time... It was a sight he had seen before... but the context had been different. Suddenly feeling nauseous, he pulled the towel away, barely catching a glimpse of the twinkle in gaze as he left the front of the mirror.he suferring di...how mean of u...and di what writing di u make me feel everything he is feeling now👏👏👏 Throwing the towel to a side, he proceeded to take unbutton his dark shirt...oh god di...its my turn to say....*jaan lao ge kya?* He stood now in front of the shower door, the shirt hanging loosely to his side... parts of skin peeking through. Pulling off his socks, his belt...*hands on my eyes*...iss aage sochna paap hai😳😳 because by god i can imagine him ripping those things off and that anger di....oh lord! the image continually retained itself in his mind, refusing to budge now. The drops of moisture on her skin... the lavender material clinging to her...Suddenly, he opened the sliding door and stepped in still clothed... Pulling the tap, he allowed the water drown his thoughts... A buried memory now came arising through the dust... their first meeting... God, he hated her.And i love him😍

(Flashback)

The intensity of the previous events still pounded against her ribcage, slowly dulling as she drifted farther from the scene. In actuality, it had been over an hour ago, but it felt as though she was still there, amidst that ignorant crowd... watching that iron fist pound mercilessly against an unrecognized face.way to go Shiv woohoo. Another shiver ran up her spine at the chilling thought... How could someone be so severe?Sweetheart u haven't seen anything...its Shiv Kapoor...i will glady fill in. It disgusted her actually, and she wanted to get the picture out of her mind, but the damn thing would not relent. As the flashes came before her eyes, she continued walking with a slow, tight stride... unaware of the paleness of her knuckles as she clung tighter to her notebook and folder. In the chaos of her thoughts, it suddenly dawned on her that she didn't know the reason behind it all. She had just seen the crowd... the fist... the victim... The onlookers were as though stone, watching the scene with no interruption, completely engrossed... amazed, perhaps.

Not knowing what had gripped her, she ran forward, trying to contain the fist. Just as she was readying for a fall, she remembered an arm capture her waist, bracing her imbalance. The thud of the fist had silenced, instead... there was a low, throaty voice laced with words of threat or comfort... she couldn't decide. "Raising a hand on women is not in my principles...My man⭐️ (Ladkiyon par haath utahana meri fitrat mein nahin...)." Her breath had lost its course and she realized she had been holding it in all along.I konw that feeling Gauri...he is a very pleasant sight for eyes...right di Still a little faint, she tried to struggle out of the grasp steadying her...the girl is fool di...i tell ya and then the authorities had shown up. She had turned just in time to catch a quick, but detailed view of the owner of the arrogant voice. Impulses of anger and fear raged through her nerves as she watched him being sided by the principal...

And now her feelings were confused. The hall had become slowly vacant, with a few students lingering here and there. Stopping before her locker, she heard bits conversation float to her hears wantonly. Don't eavesdrop, she scolded herself mentally. But the words were stubborn and she found her hands fumble uselessly with her lock combination while concentrating on the flow of words... "... he shouldn't have been taken away. The other guy was Shashank, you know, the cocky jerk who thinks he owns everything he sees."... "Yeah, but why was Shiv pounding him?"... "Apparently the guy has been doing circles around Shiv's cousin-friend, whoever she is..." She bit her lip at the tone of the last few words. There was an element of disgust and jealousy in them. "Click..." Startled, she looked at her lock with surprise, it never opened so easily when she was paying attention. Throwing aside the thought, she opened the door of the locker, replacing her History notebook and reaching for her Hindi one, along with another folder containing an unfinished draft of her Hindi paper for Professor Chakarborty's class. Looking up, she realized the dials on the mini clock she had hung... 4:17! Oh no, she was so late. Shoving the rest of her things quickly aside, she picked up her books and bag, shutting the door and locking it, before hurrying ahead in the vacant hallway.

The importance of time dulled in slow-motion as she realized herself being swung around... her eyes barely catching the fall of her books. Instinctively, she brought down the curtains of her vision, while searching for sense in the chaos of the present. The breaths came rapidly to her, and she felt her wrists become secured in handcuffs while her back hit a solid wall... sealing her fate.what a phrase di...i m floored...its so perfect...she is sealed with Shiv by her fate*sigh* After a few seconds of contemplation, she opened her eyes barely adjusting to the darkness' There was a dim, forgotten light coming from some corner, casting a gloomy light across various objects, which she recognized as being from the janitor's closet. Janitor's closet!...😆what a place to start romance. Her cheek was pressed firmly against the wall, and she felt a tingle of warm breath meet her skin. Jerked alive, her heart began to run... "Mere mamlon mein mujhe dakhal-andaazi bilkul pasandh nahin...(I don't like others interfering with my matters...)" The voice was not heard of much, but she instantly recognized the rough whisper... In a split second, she realized the handcuffs imprisoning her wrists were indeed handcuffs... his hands, holding hers. Hesitantly, she turned her face towards his... illuminated through stark rays of light. Despite the dimness, her eyes focused on his. They were dark, impossibly dark. For a minute, she forgot her struggling wrists, amazed by the eyes. Were they burning hers too?...OXYGEN...OXYGEN...im in a desperate need of that...those impossibly dark eyes has taken my breath away But then the voice broke her trance. She could read the distaste in his voice clearly now. "Shiv Kapoor ka ek asool hai... Pehli baar, aakhri baar. Issilye chodh raha hoon... warna...ooooo my man of rules and principles and i all over in love with him again (Shiv Kapoor has a moto... First time, last time. Hence, I'm leaving you... otherwise..."a little advice gauri...take this threat seriously...Shiv Kapoor is man of his words Her mind juggled between fits of anger, irritancy, confusion, fear and something she could not recognize. "Ayenda apna muh kholne se pehle soch lena... (Next time, think before you speak...)" Dumbfounded, she felt the words escape her... After a long, intense pause with his coals of eyes burning through her, she felt a thick wave of consciousness well up in her eyes. "Waise bhi, kehte hain ehri gehri cheezon ke muh nahin lagte...oh! that arrogance reminds of shiv's entry di...i m in ur worls now (Besides, they say you shouldn't get involved with useless, random things...). She felt as though slapped tightly across the face. As he released her with a force of disgust, insulted, infuriated, doubtful and crumbling... she watched his dusky, tall figure merged slowly with the shadows stopping shortly in the divide between light and dark. Noticing her dupatta trail desperately after him,*chunari sambhal gori udi udi jaaye...maar de na dank koi. nazar nahi haye* she realized that a mere stranger... this stranger, had managed to take something away from her that no one had, or could. He had unveiled her and stolen a precious part of her... He stood immobile for a minute, and then she saw his head turn slightly, while gathering the soft material within his rough grasp... forcing it upon her face. Her head turned to the side and she could feel the shame burn her cheeks as she looked towards the black floor, a solitary tear falling down her face. She would never forget him... or herself...

(End flashback)

She woke up with a start... Beads of perspiration formed upon her forehead and she ran a shaky hand through her open tresses... The presence next to her did not stir and she felt relief swarm over her as she looked around at the familiar shadows of her room. Without much thought, she found herself throwing aside the covers, heading silently to the closed door. As the water gushed over her skin, she relished the cool against her warmth... Looking through the glass, she realized the reflection stare back at her pensively... Startled, she took a step back... The day's events ran back to her... Her mind was stirred in chaos... and relief seemed nowhere near.i know..shiv kapoor leaves this effect...not fair naa.. Standing next to the door to the tall shower, she suddenly undid the satiny tie of her night robe before stepping in... The water came over her like a flood of memories.

Cheers,
dc

Originally posted by: Reeno!!!

really rea;lly gud

waitin 4 da nxt part darlin

Thanks Reeno!😊
I am extremely busy with school at the moment, but will try and squeeze in an update sometime early this next week! Thanks for the patience.

Cheers,
dc

Originally posted by: soniayk6

wonderfull ff yaar.keep up the gud work my friend👏

Thank you so much!😊

Cheers,
dc

Originally posted by: swetha10

Hey DC...wonderful FF.. jus went thru both the parts... itz amazing.... plzz continue soon n plzz do PM me when u update............😊

Hi Swetha! Thank you so much, you are too kind dude😊 For sure, I'll PM you when I get a chance to update.

Cheers,
dc

Originally posted by: Catwoman

Balle balle Neetu!! what a FF.... loving it to tell u the truth missed FF from u after a long time .....

Love Kat😳

Billo raani... kaho toh apni jaan de doon *ahem* Sorry😆 Have I ever missed you! It was awesome catching up with you the other day and thanks a ton for dropping by. I really miss'em good days with you all🤗 So now that I'm writing one... perhaps you should as well... *smiles*

Cheers,
dc