Arhi FF: Labyrinth - Thread 2 Link posted - Page 116

Originally posted by: Soapoperasrfun

Hummm, Adithya and Vasundhara. Interesting. So he knew from his first meeting with Shyama that she would never be interested in him?

Originally posted by: -Mitra

Its not a feeling of love. Its an emotion that cannot be named (according to Geet) :) as it overlaps over many entiments in the emotional spectrum.

When I go back and read the story, I feel terribly embarrassed. But then again, it was more than three years ago. So I guess it all part of growing up. 😆

"Oh! I know what doesn't suit me...YOU...YOU...YOU", Meera kept poking at Yash's shoulder with a sharpened nail, promising to deliver death if he wasn't going to yield to her at some point that day.

Watching them from where the men's section began after the escalators, she whispered "Hot Chocolate..."

"Sorry!" she heard from behind and cringed at the nearness to him; another foolish slip, "Did you say something?"

Spinning on her heels, "Oh! I didn't know you were there...", she said, smiling, "It's just looking at Meera and Yash...I feel like..."

Her eyes were downcast with mild embarrassment from having been caught talking to her herself; she had no doubt that that is how it must have come across to him.

"Argh! I can't tell you," she gave up with a wave of her hand, "You would not understand."

"Try me," he leaned back on the wall and folded his arms, "After last night, I thought you wouldn't talk to me. But here I'm with you on your day out shopping...and you are still insistent about buying me that shirt," he tipped his head in the direction of the sprawl of men's clothes that covered the entire basement, "I think, I just may get this."

Ah! Mr Pompous-perceptive-my-ass, she told herself, had been bothered about their continued camaraderie after all.

"Oh! common," she said in a dismissing tone while shifting her weight from one feet to another, "Inciting personal remarks always get in the way when you are getting to know someone. You can only dwell on it so much. A wine spill, one ruined shirt, a bottle of wine and a night to think over how very silly it was. That is all you need to get over such minor infractions."

"So no apologies are in order then." He unlocked his arms and began walking to a nearby arrangement of shirts.

He flipped his head to catch her shaking her head in time and he nodded in agreement, his smile wider from an obvious easing of a previously unobserved tension set around his mouth.

"And you were saying," he prompted, waiting to hear her unabashed theory.

"I thought I could hope all that distraction would have bought me time and you would have forgotten about it," she said shaking her head again from a decided resignation.

"No! it was an interesting choice of words to let it go. Uhm! What was it?" he stopped and drew his brows together, faking a difficult recollection of what was more permanent in his memory then, "Hot...Chocolate?"

She wanted to whack him in the head like how Meera often did to Yash, but resisted the urge and swallowed, choosing to give out her secret.

"Umm!", she took a deep breath imagining a warm sensation spread through her, "Its like this good intense tingle you feel in your belly." Unconsciously, she put both her palms on the flat of her stomach and his gaze dropped to her hands while his smile shifted to a full blown laughter, with a 'Are you for real?' look on his face.

"See!" her nose flared, and her hands dropped to her side, as she straightened herself to walk away with a sulky pout, leaving him where he was standing, "This is why I said, I wouldn't bother with you."

"Ok! Ok! sorry," he sped to overtake her, "Let's start again," he came to stand directly in front of her, "You mean Cozy?"

"You can say that," she sounded reluctant in that assent, "That is what I felt seeing them fighting their way into each other's lives," and she couldn't look him in the eye anymore, "Like having a mug of hot chocolate on a cold winter evening."

"Oh!" she added quickly, as if he would miss out on the essence of it all if she didn't let him in on the details, "With your feet up on the couch and huddled inside a blanket too...and when the warm liquid puddles in your belly you can't help, but wiggle and then curl your toes."

"I'm sure I would," he nodded, sounding every bit mocking, however, having the good sense not to laugh at her again.

"Oh! please," she walked into one of the aisles stocked with only designer labels of black and grey shirts, her tone ousting his naivete over his incredulity, as though it was only him who lacked a deeper understanding of such matters, "There must be someone or something you might might have seen and felt like they are just meant to be," she said and without her knowing her hands got animated with the memories that came flooding into her head.

"Or even if your best friend surprises you when you least expect it. A tiring day and you go home to a hot meal of rajma chawal. Or a rainy evening, you are wet to the bone and the first sight of shelter happens to be a chai shop and you warm yourself to a short glass size of adrak chai. One long hug from anyone, or your Daadima is all it takes for those sensations to be born inside you."

"I will sure remember this talk of ours if that happens to me," he said and she faced him then, "this hot chocolate of yours."

"Its real, Maan," she spoke low, "its my thing. My own little thing", leaning back on a display table, she said, almost disappointed that he would not believe her.

Originally posted by: swat.g

It means i was wondering what kind of role does Adi's lover girl play in thos beautiful story...and btw super rastunav asalu...i always wanted a telugu khushi...