Khamoshiyon Ki Zubaan ff...END p.86 - Page 11

U seriously write so beautifully, u always leave me wanting more. You had me scared for a second when the hospital people handed over Gauri's things to him, thought they only did that when the actual owner was no more... But lovely job hun, ab jaldi update karo...

Originally posted by: nyzbabigyal

hi beemari buddy.. wat??? i don't get no blueness now 😭 .... i see u have updated and i still haven't 😆 😆 ahem im workin on it.. but i'll read ur update once im bac.. it'll be couple of days late.. but i'll post my commentos once im bac.. so im very sorry for readin late.. u tc

Navs my beemari bud,

I'm seriously missing you like a lil kid already!😭😭 Hurry up and get better!! You're missing out on Jn'B re-flickering chem... and I'm looking fwd to your review commentos😉 I read your update... It was fabulous... flawless... superb... amazing... The best you've written yet! 👏👏

I'm updating shortly, and you hurry up and get well soon!!

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Cheers,

dc

Originally posted by: Iqbaladdict

wow neetu, it was great part, so shanky boy is innocent afterall, superb, don't take too long this time pleeeeeaaasssseeee update soon 👏

Thanks RDi!!

How can Shankydoodle be innocent? He left Gauri waiting at the alter that ****!!😡 And that too for money🤢 But in regards to this... well... just read ahead😆... I'm sorry for taking forever. I'm updating shortly.

Cheers,

dc

Originally posted by: yamulya1

yaar tu ne font increase kiya.. thanks meri jaan.. my home comp is good. 😆

for the sake of your precious eyes my jaan😉 you and your comp!😆

Cheers,

dc

Originally posted by: lil_desi_goddes

dii..

brilliant!! simple!!!

please do continue!!

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Thanks jaan... Appreciate your commentos!!

Cheers,

dc

Originally posted by: desi chic

for the sake of your precious eyes my jaan😉 you and your comp!😆

Cheers,

dc

oye, bak-bak gul, mere comp😳 ko kuch mat kehna...varnaaa...........😆

dc tht was amazinggggg 😳 😳

awesome grl...jus mindblowing..

loved tht last scene....reminded me of my favoryte movie..khushi 😳

continue soon..

Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetuuuuuuuuuu.. Gudiyaaa Raaanii... My ankhon ki taaari.. That was rawkin, babez!! I read it even though I am pressed for time these dayz but I couldn't resist!! Awesome job once again!! 👏 👏 👏

xoxo, Sana Di~

Recap: Suddenly, reality jerked back into her as she gently removed her hand from beneath his, and desperately looked away. She seemed to have startled him too, as his eyes looked towards where just a second ago her warm skin contacted his rather cool. From the corner of her eye, she saw him lift the object…

Part 31

The silky hairs gently responded to the rhythmic movement of his hand, and smoothly fell into place. Up… down… up… down… He felt it again, that familiar urge, but as before, failed to do anything about it. Why did she always do this to him? A gentle breeze was flowing through the room, and it gleefully took advantage of her open tresses, playfully teasing them…

She shivered. What is happening to me? The question was ever lurking in his presence. His every stroke sent electrifying chills through her bemused body. Every time he brought his hand up to start afresh, she could feel the other one follow course, delicately smoothing out invisible ruffles. She cursed herself for feeling so, but she was helpless… His touch gave her a strange comfort… Silently, she wished that time would stand still…

He felt his muscles relax with her long hairs teasing his senses with every stroke… Again, the question prevailed… Why did she do this to him? A sudden fury built up inside, a desire to withhold himself from her captivating aura… But to no avail. Her sudden jerk forward startled him out of these thoughts and he looked at her back. Her shoulders visibly tensed up. Gently, he removed the hairs. The gown was deeply cut and his eyes perceived the proof of his fervent anxiety. She shivered as his finger observantly traced the little cut inflicted upon her unknowingly by his nail. He saw the goosebumps scatter across her back as his finger continued to slide.

His finger made the pain so light… Almost pleasurable. Her eyes were shut tight and she could sense the upsurge of vividly eccentric emotions creep up within. What is happening to me? The question faded somewhere in the back of her mind unable to compete with the ardent sensation… An oblivious tear escaped her closed eyelid…

His finger stopped. What am I doing? The thought punctured his chest and he straightened himself. He cursed himself under his breath as he again looked at the little wound. "Wohe… wohe… I'm… I'm so… sorry," (Um... Um... I'm... I'm so... sorry.)his voice trailed off. Words were not even taking his side for god's sake. Again, he cursed himself for causing her so much misery. "Main… mein abhi…abhi aata hoon," (I'll... I'll just... just be right back) he stammered and she heard his ruffled steps move away.

Within a few minutes, he came back, and applied a gauze over the little cut. Holding it in place for several minutes, he finally brought it down. Before throwing it into the little trashcan next to the bed, his eyes held it in their gaze. The blood… Her blood… it made him feel nauseous. For his own sake, he quickly discarded it and carefully cleaned the cut. Then he proceeded to apply the cool ointment. Gently, he moved his finger over and then lifted it. He pursed his lips gently and blew on it… Again, he saw the gooseumps run across her back.

Much to her relief, she felt the little bandage cover up the little cut. Had he continued to allow his warm breath chill her skin, she knew nothing would become of her…

She smiled at Dadi who joyfully performed the aarti. Lowering herself, to attain her blessings, she felt a sudden pain shoot up her side. Not wanting to make her weakness apparent, she tried to hide it in a sigh. But her slow movements gave her away and she felt his hands gently help her up. She smiled at the obviously worried faces and assured them she was fine. Nikhila tells Shiv to take her to their room for rest. He nods and she can again feel his supportive arms around her shoulder. A smile gently plays upon her lips as she looks at his doing the same. Carefully, she sets her foot on the first step, the pain shot up again. Mutely, she pleads not to fall, not wanting to go back to that hospital… That room… That silence… Without him. Ascending the steps, she mentally calculated her movements and felt her breathing become easier. A confidence welled up inside her and she strode a little faster, hoping to make it to her room before her legs completely turned to rubber… But fate would not have it. She felt her foot slip and again her lips parted in a silent scream. But he was there… And held her close. Relief swept over her and then she found his eyes peering through her. Again, she felt like she was on a spotlight. Without removing his eyes from her face, she felt his hands take her in his arms. Her feet left the ground and her senses left her body as she effortlessly allowed him to carry her…

She looked so much at peace with her eyes closed, and head gently tilted over. A faint smile appeared on his face seeing her so. Unable to disturb her tranquility, he quietly takes a pillow from the bed and turns to head for the floor. In mid-step, his feet cease and he gently turns to see her sitting upright, her little hand holding his… "Aapko mujhpar bharosa nahin hai… yaan khud par?" (Do you not trust me... or yourself?) The question momentarily caught him off guard and he felt her loosen his hand, now freely hanging on his side. He stared at her… Her eyes dripped with innocence… Hiding an immense tale of grief. Without a word, he replaced the pillow and got into bed. Before turning over with the sheet up to his chest, he looked at her and in a low, confident voice, said "Agar tumhe raat ko kuch bhi chahiye ho, toh please… Mujhe be jhijhak utah dena." (If you need anything during the night, then please... don't hesitate to wake me.) With that, he lay down and switched off the side-lamp supposedly succumbing to sleep.

She sat there for a moment and then looked over at him faced the other way. Shiv, mujhe aap par khud se bhi zyada bharosa hai, she thought while smiling.

He heard her lay back and the thoughts began to flow again… Gauri, khud par na sahi, par mujhe tum par poora bharosa hai.

"Tum? Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho?!" (You? What are you doing here?!)The tone of Dadaji's tone expressed his fiery and resentment at Shashank who now stood at the Kapoor's doorstep with a bouquet in hand. Shiv got up at he mention of the name. As he looked upon the owner of it, he felt the blood flow to his ears. How dare he… Shashank folded his hands in forgiveness and pleaded he did nothing, would do nothing to harm Gauri in any way. He recited the fact that he himself, like Shiv, was given and anonymous call regarding Gauri's well-being and was told to save Gauri if he could. The bullet wounding Gauri turned out be from another gun, not his. Nonetheless, Dada shook his head in disgust, asserting that despite that, he would not forgive him for his past mistakes. By now, Dadi, Mahen, Shyla Chachi, Maya Bua and the others had gathered hearing the commotion. Shiv stood afar observing the quarral. His face was expressionless. In some moment, he felt his feet move… Towards Shashank. As he did so, Dadaji stepped aside.

Shiv's eyes met with his in determination… He could sense a fire in them… But there was something else too… Something he couldn't exactly put his finger on. "Shashank, tum Gauri se mil sakte ho." (Shashank, you can meet with Gauri.)

As he said the words, he could hear surprised talks and protests. "Lekin Bhaiya…" (But brother...) Vivan looked at Shiv's hand raised in silence, and stepped back quietly.

Shashank looked at him. He wasn't exactly surprised, but then he hadn't really expected Shiv to react this way either. Without another word, Shiv walked up the stairs, and Shashank silently followed…

Cheers,

dc

thanku gudiya..font is perfect, color is perfect. ff is perfect. dint read the whole epi. will commet once i read the whole part.