#1 ~FF : Untold Stories~ - Page 36

Originally posted by: amazing3

LM,

WOW, WOW, WOW...

Ranveer's narration is emotional, passionate and full of unspoken things...

Ishani is his protection, pillar and shield...

Everyone is a friend by glance but not Ishani. ...

She's not only beautiful physically but beautiful in the soul...

Ishani has indeed taught Ranveer to be himself. ...

LM VERY BEAUTIFUL CHAPTER 😃

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Beautifully written...

The feelings and thoughts of Ranveer has beautifully been penned down in words. How awesome your imaginations are! Otherwise one cant come up with such a furnished and rhythmic writing.

Waiting for another chap

Originally posted by: mas123

Beautifully written...

The feelings and thoughts of Ranveer has beautifully been penned down in words. How awesome your imaginations are! Otherwise one cant come up with such a furnished and rhythmic writing.

Waiting for another chap

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Epistle 13: Daunting Dreams

A/N: Hey there everyone! :D :D Here is the next update. :D :D This chapter is dedicated to three people - VC288, Sania and Elvish, all the three who have had birthdays this week. 😃Happy Birthday, girls, and I hope that you have a brilliant year ahead! ❤️

11th October, 1996:

Shoot.

The same dream again. Honestly, I don't understand why do I repeatedly keep dreaming of it, but I do. And it's not helping make things any easier for me either. The dream occurs every night like a revered form of attendance, cutting through whatever insignificant thought or other dream Inhavr going on in my mind at that point of time. It is unnerving to say the least, and the fact that I cannot decipher what it means annoys me even more.

Okay, I'll stop talking in riddles now. But just give me a moment till I gather my thoughts and give it a shot.

Alright, here it is.

Every night, I find myself in a white room staring away blankly at the atmosphere around. There is no land and no air, but something upon which I exist. I don't know whether it is simply my imagination or whether it is true, but I remotely have the feeling that I am naked, hands and legs being bound to something. I'm immobile, but not in any discomfort.

I try looking around for the source that keeps me bound, but I can't find anything except for a strange throbbing in my limbs. The room is misty white, the musk smoke hiding away everything from my view. It's awkward to say the least, yet it does not bother me as much as it should. I look around helplessly for an indefinite amount of time trying to free my hands and feet unconsciously, but they do not budge. Soon enough, I realize that I have no voice when I try to call out into the sultry mist, feeling the throbbing in my arms suddenly grow stronger.

And as sudden as it could be, a shadow appears through the mist. I try to decipher who it is, but all that I can conclude is that it's a woman. A woman with long hair and of extraordinary beauty even though I cannot not see her face. But she does have that essence about her that makes me confident about my assumption.

The throbbing in my limbs cease again as I wait patiently for her to make her way towards me, my mind strangely blank and devoid of any curiosity. She finally reaches close enough to me after some time, but to my sheer disappointment, her face is still hidden to me. It's as though a veil of thick smoke is keeping us apart. A smoke that simply exists but never overwhelms. I feel the woman caress my cheek lovingly, her touch strangely soothing in spite of the bizarre situation. And suddenly, I wish that I were clothed.

The woman chuckles at the precise moment the thought crosses my mind and I'm pleasantly surprised to note that her voice is as sweet as that of a nightingale. And the strength of her assumed breathtaking beauty somehow bowls me off of my feet. I have no control over my thoughts and I come to the weird conclusion that the woman across could read them as well. It's not as unnerving as I would have expected it to be for I don't like people having an insight into my thoughts and feelings. That's just how I am.

And here is this woman who can easily read my thoughts and I had no problem letting her access my mind either. She keeps caressing my cheek tenderly until at long last, she speaks in the same honey sweet voice.

"Welcome to my world of absurdities."

I look at her uncertainly, having no clue about how to reply to her because I had no voice. And the moment the thought came to me, I felt the words leave my lips in a husky voice.

"I don't know how to begin." The woman laughs again and speaks kindly. What I'm about to write next is our first conversation.

"Then let's start with a small introduction." I wonder where this is heading to as I speak meekly.

"I'm Ranveer." The woman breathes in slowly, and I feel a little more confident.

"That's a nice name," she replies back after some time and I cannot help but smile.

"What about you?" I ask her curiously.

"I have no name," she replied mysteriously. That was a definitely problem then.

"Then what do you want me to call you by?" I ask her in a confused tone, and she muses upon the question.

"Whatever you like," responds the woman sweetly. I stare at her silhouette for several moments till I decide on a name.

"Can I call you 'love'? I know it's not a real name and it's an emotion, but I don't know... it's a form of endearment, and you do sound like a dear."

The woman laughs wholeheartedly and I feel my cheeks grow warm. In that moment I realize that I sounded extremely stupid to say the least, but somehow again it did not bother me at all.

"Alright, Ranveer," she says finally, once she's caught her breath. "You can call me 'love' from now on."

"So are we friends?" I ask her uncertainly after an infinitesimal amount of time. The woman takes a pregnant pause, contemplating a suitable response before she sighs.

"I don't really know. I figured that you would let me know." I nod my head, but now I felt nauseous and disoriented. And here's where my troubles begin.

I feel sick in my stomach as I suddenly feel the harsh vulnerability of my heart, and my limbs throb uncontrollably. My shoulders feel heavy and my soul burdened. The woman suddenly glows stronger and I feel afraid, as though she might be doing some kind of voodoo on me. I yell frantically, asking her who she was again, this time with a newfound fear. I find myself writhing against my bounds uselessly, but she no longer caresses my cheeks. Instead, she turns her back upon me and walks away steadily, until only one question leaves my lips in a pained hurry, as a kind of last resort.

"Please, please come back! I need you! Don't leave me! Atleast tell me what this place is!"

Even before the pain gets too excruciating, the voice replies in its characteristic sweet voice, her voice resonating in my ears even as I wake up from my slumber, shrieking.

"You're a smart boy, Ranveer. I'm sure you'll figure it out."

This was how I saw the dream for the first time four months ago, the same evening since I was discharged from the hospital. I was alarmed, even frightened by what I saw for it made so sense whatsoever. I thought it might have been the effect of the medicines, but since the past four months, there's not been a night when I haven't dreamt about that place or the woman.

Somehow, as much as the anonymity and the dream itself frightens me, I cannot lie that there is a strange solace alongside. My dreams changed after a month of the first time, the place being a much more peaceful one, looking closest to a lakeside. The thick veil of smoke is still there and I have no idea still about who or how the woman looks like but it is relaxing atleast for the first half.

As the months go by, I've been making progress with the woman as well. She does characteristically stroke my cheek from a distance as I remain bound and naked, but it is alright. We don't talk longer than what we did the first time - everytime she asking me a question about a topic or emotion that is most personal to me. Each time, it makes me feel aware about how vulnerable and naked I am in front of her and it's from where my dream turns into a frightening nightmare.

The moment I start pushing and pulling through the chains, I feel the pain and burden in my limbs and over my shoulders increase until I can no longer bear them. Each time, I beg the woman to give me an answer to the intimate topic we have discussed in that particular dream but she leaves on a puzzling note, screaming at the top of my lungs as the excruciating pain I feel pulls me back into reality. And that's where I resent having the dream and a newfound frustration overcomes me until I fall back asleep and it's like... it never happened.

I haven't mentioned about this to anyone. Not even Ishaani. More than half of the contents of my dreams are either mortifying or creepy in its own all-knowing way and I don't want to frighten her with it. You're the first one hearing about this and I hope that you guard my secret well.

On a lighter note, everything at home is quite silent as of now. The four months since my hazing incident have been nothing short of a bliss like I've said earlier too. If anything, Ishaani and I have bonded even more, our relationship has found a new base.

No complains, no demands.

Ranveer shut his diary and looked at the clock. 11:50PM. He shook his head as a soft yawn left his lips, and he shut his eyes momentarily. Opening them again, he pushed open his diary and took the pen back into his hand when his eyes fell over the date perched over the right-hand corner of the page.

12th October

Ranveer's eyes widened as he threw away the cap of the pen and scribbled furiously onto the same page, his characteristic thin handwriting a little haywire, this time out of excitement.

Shucks!

I didn't realize that today is my birthday eve. Time flies by so quickly, that I've actually lost count of time and dates these days. And I'm also sorry that I don't spend as much time with you these days. But I know that you understand. Truth be said, I can't believe that I'll be finally entering the double digits in another ten minutes! Baba is asleep, and like always, I secretly bleed my heart out to you every night. What the beginning of the 11th year of my life will bring, I don't know. But I'm ready to embrace it all.

I'm happy with how I am and how things are right now, and it's all that matters truthfully. Funnily enough, I have no expectations from anyone and it feels like a whole new level of freedom. I'll be signing out for now as it's just two minutes to 12.

Till I return back to you a year older.

Ranveer shut the diary and kept it back into the drawer slowly, making sure not to wake his father up. Sighing, he looked at the clock and smiled to himself goofily. However, it had barely been a quarter of a minute when Ranveer heard a small doorknock. Quickly rushing by the door before another knock rung aloud, Ranveer swung open the door, wondering who it could be at that hour.

He barely had time to respond as he felt someone pounce upon him in a tight bear hug. He distinctly recognized Ishaani's scent even though her excited voice cut through a moment later with an overenthusiastic 'Happy Birthday!'." Ranveer felt his arms curl around her back rather awkwardly as he whispered a stunned 'Thank you' into her ears just as the clocked chimed twelve nearby.

In that moment, he could have easily claimed to be the happiest person on Earth, and not even the most bizarre set of dreams could deter his spirit.

Constructive criticism will be more than welcome and sorry for any typos. :D :D

Next chapter:
Epistle 14

LM!!!

Girl what a chapter you wrote , still got goosebumps 😉 It was just a very powerful and beautiful chapter , so loved it ( well i always do ofc , it is written by you 😉 ) My beautiful senorita , i loved to read about his dreams , you wrote that so beautiful 🤗 🤗 Remember when i asked you twice about writing lessons, now i am desperately in need for them 😆 😳

Aww it is ranveer 's birthday and this part : "He barely had time to respond as he felt someone pounce upon him in a tight bear hug, and he distinctly recognized Ishaani's scent even though her excited voice cut through a moment later with an overenthusiastic 'Happy Birthday'." Ranveer felt his arms curl around her waist automatically as he whispered a stunned 'Thank you' into her ears just as the clocked chimed 12 nearby.In that moment, he could have easily claimed to have been the happiest person on Earth, and not even the most bizarre set of dreams could deter his spirit" stole my heart
❤️ ❤️

friendship like ishveer makes the world a better place And friends like you LM makes the world more beautiful 🤗 🤗

Muah , love you 🤗 Great job on the update my beautiful senorita 🤗 🤗 sending tons off hugs and flying kisses ❤️ ❤️

With love
#yoursNr1fan

PS : is it me or are you getting more beautiful for each day 😉

unres for the previouse chapter 😊 ( i think it was page 44 ) 😆

nice work buddy😊😊 sometimes to men parhna hi bhool jati hun😉

Originally posted by: MM123456

LM!!!

Girl what a chapter you wrote , still got goosebumps 😉 It was just a very powerful and beautiful chapter , so loved it ( well i always do ofc , it is written by you 😉 ) My beautiful senorita , i loved to read about his dreams , you wrote that so beautiful 🤗 🤗 Remember when i asked you twice about writing lessons, now i am desperately in need for them 😆 😳

Aww it is ranveer 's birthday and this part : "He barely had time to respond as he felt someone pounce upon him in a tight bear hug, and he distinctly recognized Ishaani's scent even though her excited voice cut through a moment later with an overenthusiastic 'Happy Birthday'." Ranveer felt his arms curl around her waist automatically as he whispered a stunned 'Thank you' into her ears just as the clocked chimed 12 nearby.In that moment, he could have easily claimed to have been the happiest person on Earth, and not even the most bizarre set of dreams could deter his spirit" stole my heart
❤️ ❤️

friendship like ishveer makes the world a better place And friends like you LM makes the world more beautiful 🤗 🤗

Muah , love you 🤗 Great job on the update my beautiful senorita 🤗 🤗 sending tons off hugs and flying kisses ❤️ ❤️

With love
#yoursNr1fan

PS : is it me or are you getting more beautiful for each day 😉

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Originally posted by: MM123456

Hey senorita 😳 😳

This was just beautiful One of my favourites , just loved it 😳 😳 You have written so beautiful , love how IshVeer 's friendship is getting stronger 😳 😳

I am sorry I am not able to write more as I am still in daze of your magical writing You write so beautiful , you make me so proud ❤️ ❤️ I am really cheering for your and hope that one day my favourite writer will be the bestseller author of many novels 😉 😳 ❤️ In sha Allah ❤️

A fantastic job dearie with this update 😳 😳 keep writing like you do ⭐️

Love you loads ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ hope you are doing good and taking care of your health 😊

With love

#yoursNr1fan
MM

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