KMH3: FF Mausam...UPD P.12 NEW - Page 3

Originally posted by: punam2712

Hi Parm

CONGRATS ON YOUR NEW FF. DYING TO READ IT. PLEASE ADD ME TO YOUR PM LIST.😊

ALSO CAN YOU RESTART "OH MY GOD". 😃REALLY ENJOYED THE THE FIRST CHAPTER WHERE ARJUN IS THE BOSS 👏BUT STILL HELPS HER IN THE PRESENTATION 😆AND GOD, LOVED THE WINK IN THE END.😉

REMINDED SO MUCH OF KMH1.😭😭 STILL MISS THEM SO MUCH

PLEEEASE PLEEEASE,😛😛

THANKS FOR THE LINKS TO YOUR OTHER FFS. WILL READ THEM SOON⭐️

Originally posted by: punam2712

Hi Parm

CONGRATS ON YOUR NEW FF. DYING TO READ IT. PLEASE ADD ME TO YOUR PM LIST.😊Sure will add you in the list

ALSO CAN YOU RESTART "OH MY GOD". 😃REALLY ENJOYED THE THE FIRST CHAPTER WHERE ARJUN IS THE BOSS 👏BUT STILL HELPS HER IN THE PRESENTATION 😆AND GOD, LOVED THE WINK IN THE END.😉 I'll do my best to restart OMG😳

REMINDED SO MUCH OF KMH1.😭😭 STILL MISS THEM SO MUCH

PLEEEASE PLEEEASE,😛😛

THANKS FOR THE LINKS TO YOUR OTHER FFS. WILL READ THEM SOON⭐️Thankss

Good Afternoon My Crazy Fellow🤗🤗🤗

🤗🤗🤗

Dil Ne Phir Yaad Kiya

It was 11 o'clock in the morning. Arohi was in the attic. For months she thought to put in order the chaos that reigned there since she had dared to set foot. That morning was dedicated to the review of several boxes crowding the wall just to the left of the door, those that contained everything that had failed to place in the new house from the day of the move, or more precisely the things that do not were needed in that new life which was building, in short, everything that belonged to the past.

She was trying to place them in order to earn some space, when her eyes met a sign made with a calligraphy that she recognized as her, on the side of one of the many boxes she read "High Schools". Inside there were all the old books and school notebooks, which, as then, just not attracted her attention, but she knew that among those instruments of torture had to be there her and Nisha's diary that they used to communicate in high school. A veil of nostalgia lingered inside her and with a melancholy smile on her face she took the box, once opened, she soon found what she sought. Sitting on the floor against the wall, she began to read what she and her best friend had written, she could not help to think of how much she missed the carefree life she had lived only a few years earlier than what she experienced now , full of commitment and responsibility. Besides, she wondered how she was her friend, how was her work, her marriage. She set out to call. The slight sadness that had invaded her, made her return to reality, she closed the diary to put it back in the box, saluting the good old days and only then from the pages of the notebook closed, including one that slipped away soon be a photo. It was made with her family during that their wedding anniversary several years earlier.

She found herself looking at the photos.

Arohi: * I must admit though, that was a good evening. By the way is a bit I do not speak with my mother. After lunch I'll call her.*

Suddenly her eyes froze, her smile faded and her expression froze. Scrolling through the photos of smiling faces, only one had caught her eyes so magnetically caused the momentary paralysis of motor activity. That smile ... those eyes ... those black angelic features ... only he could make her feel ... well ... confused, distraught, but also excited and nervous, upset ... almost. Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, Arohi literally threw the photo in the box and walked away from it, almost going to explode. She closed it quickly, put it back over the other and silently descended the stairs to get back in the corridor on the second floor, go on until the end and then enter the bathroom on the right. Her heart was beating a thousand, she had sweaty hands and brow, looked in the mirror and she felt like a traitor.

Miki: * Is it possible that after all these years the sight of him, still make me feels like the first time I met him?! Can I still try these strong feelings for him?! Should I be ashamed! *

A car engine noise made her back in the present, she looked at her watch: it was lunchtime.

Arohi: "Oh no! Adi is back and I have not prepared anything to eat! "

[...]

Adi: "Arohi! I'm home! "- Said the boy entering in the hall and closed the door with a foot. He placed the briefcase on the floor and walked into the kitchen with the look he selected the mail. He quickly realized the lack of any kind of smell in the air that Arohi had not even approached the stove, and it was confirmed when she rushed down the stairs from second to first floor.

Arohi: "I'm sorry ... I did not realize the time I was in the attic to make order," she said with a voice full of all an apology and a look that begged for forgiveness.

Adi: "It does not matter. I eat something quickly, I go right back in the studio. I was given a new case that requires my full attention. "- He said, opening the fridge and grabbing everything he need to prepare a" delicious "sandwiches.

Adi: "But for dinner, try to remember to prepare something. When I return I will be hungry! "

Arohi felt mortified, so she collected quickly something to drink, a little fruit and made him a coffee, even as he munched on his sandwich.

Arohi: "I will prepare a great dinner to make me forgive" - she said with a smirk on her face not too convinced, Adi caught that smile and he had already lost hope about the culinary skills of Arohi.

Adi: "See you tonight" - he said, kissing her forehead and out the door to start the car - "I love you."

Arohi had always responded to this statement, she always said "I love you" in return, but that day the sentence, died in her throat, something prevented her from pronouncing those words, something that Arohi would not recognize, neither took into consideration. It was definitely something of little importance, even as Adi didn't notice it so much so that he closed the door without even waiting for her reply. Arohi stayed a few seconds staring at the closed door, without thinking, without speaking.

Arohi: * It was nothing. He knows my answer.* - she said to herself, but even that thought not convinced her. Indeed, in response to it, a voice began to make its way inside her and ask her what had happened in the last thirty minutes, enough to make her insecure on the response to Adi, her husband. She did not know that little voice was just the beginning of all her problems.

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