OS: Yesterday and Tomorrow: Rebirth--NEW! (Friday, July 26th, Pg 16) - Page 11

Excellent update. I'm intrigued by their past. I can see Rudra already falling for her but at the moment he believes it's only infatuation.

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Your picturesque words, your portrayal of both their characters - awesome, as always ! No one does dark angst better than you Baisa.

His foremost role will always be that of her protector.

love how you have gone with this story=]
cant wait to read more=]

The more layers you peel away of this story, the more stunning it is. I think the biggest strength of this story is that you resolve conflicts and yet keep the tension intact, without making the reader feel, oh crap, they will never get out of this. The actual show is not able to do all three of these things simultaneously and hence fails. Okay, this is sounding so incoherent, I will probably come back and edit it.

You write so beautifully that I have already read all your stories multiple time.. cant wait for the next update. Please update soon.

YESTERDAY--REBIRTH

PART 2 : The glow in the distance burnt gold, flickering and dimming like a swarm of fireflies. It had to be Birpur. There were no other villages here so far into the dunes, so close to the moonlit border with the razor sharp tentacles of wire stretching between skeletal black posts that pierced the earth. The glow was perhaps a mile ahead, and if Bholenath was with her, then Paro would reach home, reach safety in under an hour. Blistered feet and trembling limbs forgotten, she started to move forward faster, each footstep an act of endurance, a testament of grit and will.


The glow grew bigger and bigger, now shaping into actual houses and windows, she thought she could even see the shadows of the people inside their homes. The Haveli stood in the forefront, its door open, a stream of yellow pouring out of its entrance, bathing the men who were going in and out of the Thakur's home, carrying boxes and cases in their hands. Paro thought she could even see the turbans of her Birpur villagers gleaming like spots of blood, in the distance. Should she scream? Should she call out, so they could turn, find her, come and help her across last few hundred yards? There were just two more dunes between her and them, they could not see her yet, but...


She had barely opened her mouth, to take in a breath before she called for her kinfolk when it happened. In her future nightmares, this scene would replay itself, over and over, and in her dreams she would always sense it just before it happened. At this moment, however, at the creation--moment of this terror, she truly had no inkling of the monster who was hunting her in the dark. From above her, literally above her head, from the top of the dunes, HE dropped before her like a giant bird of prey, a black clad figure of utter terror.


Paro reared back, and from a single beam of silver moonlight he emerged, blotting the light as if even the moon's beams backed away from his darkness. HIM. In dark fatigues that blended him into the shadows, his face a blackened mask. His eyes and ferocious slash of white teeth were the only clues that this was HIM and not a desert-devil from her childhood fears.

Before she could even register her shock, his hand, gritty with sand clamped over her mouth. He pushed completely into her so she fell backwards, landing with a thump onto her back. She was covered from head to toe with his body as he fell on her, pinning her to the sand. Too shocked to even struggle, all she could do was stare into his gleaming eyes, barely registering his furious whisper that stung her ears, ringing a peal of warning through her mind. "Not one sound, Parvati" Rudra hissed, his mouth inches away from her own.


She felt his heat envelop her trembling body, as he ground his heavy weight down into her softness. He was preventing her struggles before she even thought to make any. "I have allowed you to make it this far, but one sound from you, one attempt to alert those bas***ds at the Thakur's haveli, and I will knock you out. When you wake up, you will be back in my cell, Samji tu? Nod, if you understand what I am saying."


Paro, too dazed to move, stared into his hooded eyes, lying underneath the man she had escaped from hours ago, the man she had left behind. He was here! She still could not absorb how he could be here. Apparently, he had been following right behind her, for hours, for the entire time of her escape. His words registered into her thoughts. He had "allowed" her to escape? So, all this, her plan, her tricking of her guard.. all this was... him? So she had never been free of him, she had never been free!! The despair of this, the sheer disappointment brought her to tears, the warm trickle falling like rain from her overflowing eyes, wetting the Jallad's hands, as they clamped over her mouth.


Accepting the tears as her agreement to stay quiet, Rudra lifted off her body slowly, excruciatingly slowly, inch by inch, his body's disappearing warmth leaving her oddly bereft of comfort. He did not move away, but sat before her on his haunches, staring into her face as she sobbed, her face buried into her palms. For many minutes he sat, inches away as she cried with all the bitterness, all the despair of a woman who had thought she was close to salvation, only to realize she had never left hell.


And then, as her sobs slowed, he started to whisper, still in the gravelly low tone that skittered across her skin like the stroke of that childhood devil's webbed wings---

"You will not believe me, Aman, anyone. You will only believe your own eyes. For weeks I have tried to break this stupid will, this loyalty-- but I realized finally, the only person who can convince you is yourself. You need to see for yourself, only you will be able to break your own faith. So be it. That's what you are doing here right now. Breaking.

If I tried to bring you here myself, you would think it was all a set-up by the BSD. If you came by yourself, you would be dead and my case would be over. So this is my solution to both our problems, Parvati. Since I know you won't hurt Ram Mohan, I changed your guard and gave you that idiot you hit on the head tonight. I thought you'd do it earlier, but I have waited seven nights for you to break free, and finally tonight, you made your move.

And I am from this area, Parvati. There is no one other than me who can follow you across the dunes. You have had me as your shadow for the past four hours. I am allowing you to reach the Haveli, to see for yourself what is going on there. They think you are dead, that Jasheem Khan killed you, or I did. And dead you'll stay. They cant see you.

Be very sure, Parvati--You are not free just because you are out here. I will snap your neck like a twig if you try to escape, try to run from me. And though that won't stop you, you should know that if I have to kill you, I will rain death down on everyone inside that devil's village. You know I can do this, and I promise you--- one move, one attempt to flee and you will be dead, as will your people. All you can do is...see. See for yourself, what those bas***ds are doing right there, right now. Tomorrow is Shivratri, Parvati Vader. See for yourself how the Thakur and his men celebrate your Bholenath."


Parvati thought she had tasted the very dregs of pain already, in the past two weeks of her cursed life. She thought she had already felt every form of despair there was, but this night was clearly proving her wrong. To go to Birpur, to be within touching distance of her salvation--- only to be denied the peace of home? To be made to watch her people, without being allowed to run to them, to sob into their arms!! The cruelty of the moment caused her very breath to stutter. For the first time, she found herself---pleading. A small part of her registered that this final indignity was something she hadn't done even during her torture, but she was too tired, too drained to care.


To be so close, and to not be able to go home, to see her Mamisa, to feel those motherly arms around her ...She stood before Rudra, her hands clasped in supplication, her face shimmering with tears. She would beg for this, she would fall to her knees for this. "Kuch nahi dekhna mennu. Mennu meri Mamisa ke paas jaana hai. Manne jaane doh" She begged, her voice suffused with pain. "Aur nahi seh sakhti hu mein...manne jaane doh na... Major Saab."


Rudra, froze at that term, the first time she had addressed him as anything more than the Jallad that he knew he was. He knew why she was doing this, the despair, the fear and longing that had broken her spirit to bring her to this point tonight. He watched helplessly as his prisoner sank to her knees, begging him for the first time--begging for the one thing he could not give her. There was a thumping in his chest that was hurting too much for him to draw a deep breath. Emotions he could not put a name to now made Rudra harsher than he perhaps wanted to be as he grabbed Parvati's arms, yanking her to her feet. His grip was fierce, his whisper to her to stop being a pathetic little fool even more so. Paro fell silent. Her eyes, gaping wounds on her ashen face now pierced him anew, so he looked away, dragging her to her blistered feet, and pulling her along behind him.


If he did not look at her, he could focus on what he needed her to see. Whispering a command to his wooden prisoner, Rudra shoved his odd reactions aside, his entire being focused on getting them both into Birpur without being seen. He would show her what she needed to see, and she would be his, his to use to destroy the Thakur. He reassured himself with this thought, firmly suppressing the uneasy waves of worry that tried to batter at his ruthless calculations and plans for his case. He had a goal and this goal did not include giving a damn about this girl's needs or desires. He needed her to break, and tonight, that was what she would do.


Calling on his training had never been harder, but Rudra's will was a thing of beauty, an adamantium spear within his mind. So, Rudra ignored the fission of concern, the worry that she might not... be ...alright with what she had to see, and soldiered on. She would break, tonight.


All the fight, all the emotion had left Parvati by now. She was a doll-- Rudra's doll, moving with him, standing where he commanded her to stand, crouching in the shadows by his will, moving like an automaton to his beckoning. She had nothing left inside her, this night, to counter what he was doing to her. Pushing Parvati into shadows, guiding her between the sentry posts, Rudra weaved and ducked his way through the boundary walls. One soldier quickly silenced, another distracted with a well placed rock, and it was done.

They were inside Birpur.

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The next update will be tomorrow, Saturday, probably late evening. I've decided to get going on wrapping up this series, so I am forcing myself to write faster, which sucks for the length (updates will get shorter), but its good for offering my readers regular, possibly even daily, updates. Please like, comment, and enjoy, Baisas!

I know writers say this all the time, but if you have read my recent announcement, you will know this--- I am now truly writing only for you.

I f**king love you.

I'll be back after sehri


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I will wash my mouth with soap too.

*edit again:

I'm back. Okay, this isn't fair Nap, I don't care if people want to shoot me for saying this but it's not fair. How can you write for someone like me? Some ungrateful spoilt child who sits at your feet asking for more, speaking to you in the nicest of endearments only to receive more, and you silly beautiful woman give me more. In not so many words: I have never fallen for a writer as quickly as I fell for you.

And then ontop of it you give me THIS, the follow up, the braking of both characters. Why are you doing this to my heart?

Can you just not man- my favourite here was Rudra. Before it was Parvati but in this Rudra stole the show, you have always made sure the audience is aware of his training-- of his innate ability to be objective but burn within. This is ridiculous *holds forhead*

Okay I'm leaving now

Thank you. I am now going to use your work to drown my sorrows after watching the horrible BTS videos. I need to cry.

Love how we see the story unfold thrpugh both rudra and paro's POV.

Napster Baisa,