FF: Ankahee (MP) FINAL/pg 48 12/2 - Page 32

Prachi is realli confused this time about her feelings but i hope she soon figures out who she is and also her luv for Miland..

Nice update...loved it. I could picturize the whole rain scene..very well written. 👏👏👏

Seems Prachi is falling for Miland all over again, beautiful rain sequence, very well-written, and didnt like the fact that Prachi was all by herself at the office.

Please continue soon. 😊

Zb...Absolutely stunning and Mesmerizing...
Loved the last few parts to bits...
Very well written...Enjoyed it so much..Keep up the good work.... 😳

The last part was absolutely amazing!
You've portrayed Prachi's state of mind very well...
Excellent update!

loved part 27....cant believe milind forgot about prachi being at the office...im glad prachi was angry with him serves him right!....i loved the rain scene and i loved the way u depicted prachi's confusion and vulnerablity... i felt so bad for milind when prachi ran off...hope she realises her love for milind soon.

eagerly waiting for the next part 😊

ZB another fabulous part I could just see Prachi prancing in the rain and the "I Love You Prachi." aahhhh that just killed me, the rain, the tears, the love so so much passion....do continue soon. 😊

PART 28

www.zshare.net/audio/7411766b47c412
(Have a listen while reading, courtesy of Jess.Amit, Thank you!!!)

Milind raped his knuckles lightly on Prachi's door, it was late and he didn't want anyone to wake up. She stood with her back pressed against the door. The knock resounded in her body as she gripped the door tightly.

Milind turned to leave, moving towards his room. Prachi unexpectedly turned towards the door, pressing her hand flat against the it Milind felt an invisible pull, he turned back to look at the door. It was still closed.

He was furious with himself, he had pushed her too far, but he couldn't help it. She was irristable to him, his but still beyond his reach. Unanswerable thoughts ran rampant through his mind, why had she kissed him back. His fingers touched his lips…he could still feel her imprint on them.

He pushed all rationality from his head and pushed open the door to her room. Evidently she had forgotten to lock it in her confusion. Prachi stood by the bed, Ritwik close to her body as silent tears spilled into his hair. Her wide eyes revealed her vulnerability and Milind's first instinct was to shield her from what was hurting her. It was unbearable to him that it was he from whom she wanted protecting.

He took a step towards her; she shook her head in despair, pleading with him.

"Milind, please muje ghar jana hai…" Milind's heart ached watching her, bewildered and frightened, shaking from the rain.

"Prachi…aisa dobara nahin…"

"Hoga Milind…dobara hoga, agar main yahaan rahi to…aap kyun nahi samaj the? Main khud ko nahin pechaan thi Milind! Kisi rishte ko kaise pechaan paungi?" her voice was penetrating and she clutched Ritwik closer to her chest. Holding him up as a barricade between her and Milind.

"Yeh kya hai Prachi…? Jab main tumhare paas nahi, to tumhe baurah lagta hai…lekin jab main tumhare paas aata hoon to…"


"Milind…"


"Bas! Bas bauhat ho gaya…Prachi…" he reached for her face, "Kya samju main…Tum meri biwi ho Prachi…kya maine khabhi tumse kuch maanga…? Main intazaar kar sakta hoon Prachi…lekin tumhe muje waja deni hogi…hai koi waja tumhare paas?"


"Milind…aaj jo hua, woh galti thi…" she whispered through tightly pursed lips

"Uss galti mein…kya tumhari marzi shamil nahi thi?" he accused, "Hamare beech sirf itna faarg hai Prachi, main tumse kuch choopatha nahi, aur tum muje kuch bata ti nahi…Kyun Prachi…kya tumhe meri parva nahi? Tumhe mere choone se koi eshaas nahi hota, kuch mesoos nahi hota?"

She stared at him, stunned into silence. He looked at her with fierce burning intensity. He took Ritwik from her, kissing the top of his head; he placed him back down on the bed. "Prachi…tum Ritwik se rishte ko pechaan sakti ho, woh jo hamara hai bhi nahi, main to tumhara hoon Prachi…" he placed her hand on his heart, "To iss rishte ko kaise nahi?"

Prachi's own heart pounded violently in her chest, "Milind, aap ek yaad pe apni jaan rak rahe hai…"

"Tum bhi to yaadoon ke peeche bhaag rahi ho Prachi…tumhe mujse itna daar kyun lagta hai? Tum ek baar haat agge badhavo, duniya ki sari kushi tumhari hogi…"


"Milind, main aise chohorahein par khadi hoon, ke muje yahaan se rasta maloom nahi…aap ki saath main kushiyaan dhoond na chahati hoon…lekin daar ti hoon, kya yeh rishta is liye jooda, kyun ki koi kagaz pe likha hai?"


He traced the contours of her face painstakingly, she didn't resist. He face inches from hers, he stared defiantly into her eyes. "Apne dil se pooch…tum meri liye subah coffee kyun laati ho? Mere capde kyun nikaal ti ho? Meri liye shaam ko kyun intazaar kar ti ho? Muje kissi aur ke saath dekh kar kyun naraz hoti ho?"


"Milind…muje…sochne ke liye kuch waqt chahiye…aap ke hote hue, main apne aap ko bhool jaati hoon, aap ke saat khud ko kaise dhoondo?"

"Prachi…tum apni yaadoon se nahi ho…tumhari yaadein tum se hai…mere liye to tum wahi Prachi ho, lekin tum Tanvi ho kar, aapne andar Prachi ko dhoond rahi ho…tum to ye bhi nahi jaanti ke woh dou naam ek hi hai…tumhe den eke liye mere paas waqt to hai, lekin phir shayad tumhare paas mere liye kuch nahi hoga…"

He lifted her hand and pressed it too his lips one last time. Prachi sqeezed her eyes shut, it hurt too much to look at him. When she opened them again, he was gone.

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zcbcc34, wonderful dear, really emotional part, poor Prachi feeling vulnerable and lost, and its good to see Miland doesnt want to give up her 👏. Please continue soon 😳