The Raging Storm (ARVI) - Chpt 22 - Page 98 - Page 10

Originally posted by: nalonynnej

Such vivacious writing! I can imagine each scene clearly. 😊 Can't wait for Arjun and Purvi to reconcile. You should become a CV for PR Laurie. You would bring a breath of fresh air to their banal, overused tracks. 👍🏼

Originally posted by: sashashyam

I quite agree, about her becoming a CV for PR, but the unfortunate fact is that she would not survive more than a week in that chaotic mess! They would find her far too logical and lucid, and she would be eased out pretty soon.

Shyamala B.Cowsik

Originally posted by: abhimg

Originally posted by: Inkpen4877

This was wonderful! It's too bad the show isn't using this idea for their track...

Originally posted by: Axiom123

I've re-written part four about seven times now trying to get it just right. The thoughts are a bit jumbled at the moment but I will try to have the next installment out soon.

Originally posted by: Axiom123

Not sure about the upcoming ARVI - I think the CVs are trying to give us something spectacular but like me maybe they are not quite sure how to set it up? Just my guess 😆

Originally posted by: Axiom123

Thanks Bee - I might be using that phone a friend soon :)

Originally posted by: Axiom123

Chapter 2 ' Contention [Purvi]

Karma Group of Companies ' Mumbai - Saturday 12:00 am

Purvi struggled to tamp down the frantic feelings that were bubbling up from inside but within seconds she was assaulted by all the beautiful and painful memories she shared with Arjun. She barely had time to think about what was happening and before she knew it she was bolting to her private bathroom to empty the contents of her stomach.

She retched and heaved until there was nothing left. Hot, salty tears splashed down her cheeks as Arjun's face kept flashing before her eyes. Purvi squeezed her eyes shut again, placed her hands upon her ears and screamed, "Stop doing this to me! Stop it! Please."

She took a couple deep breaths to calm herself and walked over to the sink. After cleaning up, Purvi dragged herself out of the bathroom and out on to the little balcony at the corner of her office. She had nothing left inside. Her torrid emotions had left her all wrung out and she was physically tired from it all. She was the shell of the person she used to be.

Purvi stared out into the night sky. A beautiful, inky night with a bashful moon and canopy of stars sprinkled with careless abandon. A nights sky full of hope, full of dreams. All her dreams had been brutally trampled on by the one she loved more than her own life but yet she could not bring herself to hate him.

She knew in her heart of hearts that they had shared a true love. She thought 'A love that people wait a lifetime to find was in my hands for the taking'. Then in a small voice, Purvi spoke into the night, "Only that love first belonged to Ovi. I had no right to snatch it away from her. What would that have done my family? We just sorted out the problems between aai and her daughters and they have finally accepted her. I could not have been so selfish."

Purvi looked up to the heavens and sent up a silent prayer, "Arjun, I pray that you are happy and that you get all your heart's desires. I wish the best for you always, even if it's not with me. I love you Arjun'. My Arjun."

She wrapped her arms around herself as she stood there for some time as if to purge the unwanted feelings from her soul. After a while, she turned to go inside and briefly glanced at the clock. Almost 1:00 am! Two hours had just slipped away.

As she was about to step inside, she felt the temperature around her dip ever so slightly. She turned back towards the night's sky. A subtle breeze, a gentle as a lover's caress, slowly wound its way around her. The velvet current carried on it the promise of a new beginning and she closed her eyes relishing the feel of its touch on her skin.

The wicked wind picked up and playfully tossed her hair about her face. She smiled at the touch and just as she was about to move the hair from her eyes, she heard it. A voice; a voice that she could never forget. Right behind her.

"I love you Purvi".