#1 ~FF : Untold Stories~ - Page 49

Originally posted by: MM123456

Aarushi forgot to tell u I havee black hair not brown 😆

Originally posted by: Bloomfield

So your hair had changed its position with LM...😆😆 Cuz I told that you had brown n LM had black hair, but it is just the opposite😆😆

hahaa 😆😆😆

LM

Originally posted by: IshveerForever

LM

First of all, so sorry for such a late reply ,

i was facing a spam block , now finally got rid of it

Now coming back to the chapter

i dont know what to say ..

the way Ranveer's birthday was celebrated ,

Under the skies , its always been a dream of mine to celebrate my birthday like that , but never got to 😆

And then the hug , ☺️ i dont know what to say about that

This chapter was a mix all emotions and i really really liked

it .

Once again , sorry for such late reply 😔

#YourNo.2Fan

Ash

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Epistle 15: Soaring High

A/N: Hey there everyone! :D :D Here is the next update! :D :D

Happy Reading! :D

12th October, 1996:

I'm so sorry to trouble you so late, but I can't help it. It's the dream again. Honestly, I've never felt this frustrated. I was barely getting accustomed to the dreams when a new pattern cropped up. And if my dreams were eldritch before, I don't know what to classify them as now. Love petrified me in this dream. She was... weird. Don't ask me how, but the dream was eerie.

Okay, fine. I won't talk with riddles. I'll come out straight with it.

You know how my usual dreams from the last three months start with the misty lake, right? Well this time, there was no lake. Just mist all around. It's no surprise that I'm immobile and bound as usual, and that I'm unclothed. The surprise this time is that there's something very highly intoxicating about the air. Something that throws my mind into a swell high and makes me want to delve down from the highest of peaks.

Until I open my eyes again and find the mist clearing. And there lies before me the most magnificent view of a cliff around the moors where all I can see around is luscious greenery. I can feel my senses strangely sharp and inebriated at the same time, a huge contrast in itself. It's as though I'm mysterious drunk with happiness, a newfound daring and recklessness seizing my mind into a world of self-mastery.

And then I hear her soft voice create it's usual impact of ripples into my head.

She asks me whether I like what I saw so far. I look at her uncertainly, replying in the affirmative. She strokes my cheek with the tip of her nails and moves ahead, looking over the cliff. I strain my neck to try and get a better look at her but like always, the mist is as impenetrable as ever. I had to admit that the mist was an irritating, yet impressively rigid barrier.

I'd barely let resentment rise up when I felt the shackles around my limbs get harder and squeeze at my hands mercilessly. I grunt in pain as I realize that I'd lost control, quickly bringing my mind to calm down. The shackles automatically loosen itself. After a few moments, Love speaks up in a lofty voice.

"It's majestic down there."

Something about the way she phrased that sentence froze my blood. There was sometime very erratic in her voice - as though she felt just as reckless and haughty and superior and high in happiness as I felt in those exact moments. For a moment, I felt my dream blur with the sensation of someone drowning me in excruciatingly cold water. But then I resurfaced and found myself back in the same misty moors with the cliff.

I identify a new fear creep into my heart as I take to staring at Love's precise silhouette for some time before asking her shakily.

"Why don't you ever show me your face?"

"Because I don't have one," she replies placidly as I strain my eyes harder to attempt having a look at her face even though I know I am to fail.

"What do you mean?" I ask her eventually once I give up on getting a good look at her. She senses the sharp tone in my voice and replies testily.

"I'm not something to be seen... Just felt."

"But every night in my dreams, I see you... I can feel you," I retort desperately, my patience suddenly falling short. Love chuckles at my predicament, speaking in an aloof voice.

"Because you're much more prudent than several others. And thus, more stupid too."

"Whatever on Earth should that mean now?" I ask crossly as she does a twirl around, replying back instantly in a voice laced with dangerous happiness.

"That's for you to figure." I gulp unconsciously as the next string of words leave my lips unchecked.

"You don't sound like my friend. You sound... dangerous," I confess uncertainly, afraid to rub her off the wrong way.

"Isn't that how you feel right now?" she asks me in return, and a sharp intake of breath is what I do.

"How do you know what I feel?"

"I feel what you feel. If you're happy, I'm happy. If you're sad, I'm sad. If you're high, I'm high. It's as simple as that," she replies euphorically and I feel alarmed. The shackles bind themselves around my arms harder but I'm too engrossed to care.

"You frighten me."

"I am a beautiful yet terrible friend to behold, you know that," she warns me sternly, yet there's something mystical about the way she says it that makes me drop the previous topic. After several minutes of appreciating silence, I question her again.

"Why am I always bound like this? Why can't I ever get free?"

"That's because you choose to be like this," she replies blankly, as though expecting me to know such a simple thing. I respond to her impatiently.

"It's not possible to free yourself from these bounds. I've tried it every single time. It didn't work."

"Maybe you didn't try enough."

"Maybe it's you who's being doing this to me," I say imprudently and I can hear Love hiss from a distance. Her voice is cold and venomous when she speaks next.

"Funny, how people ultimate choose to blame me for their cowardice."

"I'm not a coward!" I yell back, the shackles practically squeezing my limbs harder than ever.

"Then prove it! Prove it that you have it in you to break free through those shackles! Prove it that you can do what others can't. You're not looking the right way, Ranveer, which is why you cannot find the answer."

I sober down instantly as her words have a new impact upon me. And like always, the shackles fall back to rest. After some time, I ask inquisitively.

"What should I do?"

"Let go," she says softly.

I stare at the silhouette blankly as I empty my mind. And as sudden as it could be, I feel my body fall limp. My eyes shut as a strange calm fell over my mind, obliterating all thoughts away. I did not know what kind of sorcery or meditation this was, but for the next few minutes I felt myself soaring across a strange abyss. Until everything came to a standstill and I felt myself fall against something plush.

I open my eyes to find myself fallen over the floor of the misty moor that was non-existent in nature. I could see the silhouette of a woman's feet in my line of vision and unconsciously, I prop myself up. I let out a gasp of surprise, my arms finally free for the first time in four months. I quickly look at my limbs to find them red and sore from the strain of having been bound, but otherwise unscathed.

I look ahead and smile as I make my way across Love, who seemed to stand stationery. Even though I treaded dangerously close towards the edge of the cliff, Love only kept soaring further and further away from me until I was certain that there was no way on Earth she was even standing on any surface. And yet, it does not seem to bother me at all. On the contrary, an impulsive rush of adrenaline courses through my veins as I look below and felt a strong urge to jump.

I hear Love laugh from somewhere around and look up, but she's nowhere around. And suddenly, I feel someone grasp my hand. I look beside myself to find her silhouette right by my shoulder towering over me, my head barely reaching her chest. She tightens her grip over my fingers, speaking in a hyptonized voice.

"It's so tempting now, isn't it?" she asks. I sigh, mesmerized.

"What if I jump?"

"It's a leap of faith to see where it takes you," she says intelligibly. I nod my head in a trance.

"Will you do it with me?"

"I can't. I can only accompany you till here," she replies and I feel disappointed. An idea striking me suddenly, I look towards her again, asking her excitedly.

"Will you save me?"

"Depends upon how far you can go."

I nod my head and edge further towards the cliff until my feet are now half out. I could feel the drunken winds cause new rushes of recklessness, and dangerous adrenaline course through my veins as I finally let go of Love's hand and spread them out eagle-like. Love chuckles from behind as I question childishly.

"Is it that easy to let go?"

"It never is. But you'll never find out till you do it now, don't you?"

I nod my head, taking one last look at Love before leaping off the cliff.

Until I kept falling.

And screaming.

And falling.

And screaming.

And falling.

And screaming.

And falling.

I think I hit the ground, knowing nothing except a sickening pain in my skull post which everything went dark. And yet, the pain did not subside, clinging on to me like some disease. I had this very uncanny feeling on what was supposed to be my cheek, as though something was making repeated contact with it.

And then, my eyes fly open.

Baba's blurry face hovers over my vision, my back upon something hard while something trickled down my cheek. I shut my eyes, wrinkling the moment an overpowering beam of light hit them. I groan softly as Baba hoists me up and puts me across something soft, and another grunt escapes my lips.

I choose to open my eyes after a few minutes, this time getting accustomed to the lighting of the room. I see Baba bringing a bowl of water and the first aid box along towards the side table. He looks afraid, even petrified. He quickly brings a chair to the side of the bed where I was sleeping, taking a cloth out from the bowl of water and dabbing it on my head.

I hiss in pain terribly as the cold water stings, Baba giving me a very uneasy look. I do not stop him as he keeps dabbing the cloth over my head, cleaning what I realize was a wound on my head that was bleeding. I did not understand how I could literally be bleeding after a dream, voicing my question to Baba.

"You fell off the bed screaming and hit your head against the side-table," replies Baba in a harassed voice while I stare at him, flabbergasted. "I think you fainted with the impact with which you fell. Took me five minutes to get you awake again," he continues, just as I feel the heat rising up my cheeks in embarrassment. I look at my father and speak shamefully.

"I'm sorry, Baba."

"It's okay, Ranveer. Was that a nightmare that you saw? Do you want to talk about it?"

"No... No, I don't remember it anymore. I'm alright, Baba," I reply reassuringly, giving him a smile. He smiles back, putting a band-aid over the cut on my head. He strokes my hair, speaking in a soothing tone.

"Good. Now go to sleep. Don't let a nightmare kill the excellent birthday celebrations that you've had today."

I smile and shut my eyes as I simultaneously nod my head, hearing Baba get up and deposit everything in its respective place. The lights go off as my eyelids seem greener all of a sudden, the customary creak of the bed indicating that Baba had occupied his side of the bed again. I wait silently till Baba's light snores rented the room before sneaking out of bed and coming to talk to you.

I'm afraid, more so than I've ever been about this dream. What seemed like a harmless dream until yesterday feels much more dangerous and spooky now. I cannot make head or tail of what anything means and why do I dream about this. I don't know who to talk to about this about or who is best to confide this to, but I knew that I had to let you know. I'm going to wait until next week till before I tell Baba about it.

I don't even know whether Baba will think I'm going mad if I tell him about this. No... I can't tell him. He'll panic. He'll tell Maa and she'll panic. She'll call us back home. I'll have to go back and will have to leaving Mota Babuji and Ishaani... No I can't leave them... I can't leave her... Oh God, everything's a mess! I don't know what to do! Oh God, what do I do, what do I do?!

I wish I could tell Ishaani about it, but she'll think of me as a freak. No I cannot afford that - I cannot afford to do that at any cost! Ugh, why can't I just let it go? Why, why, why?

Could Love be right? Is it always that difficult to let go?

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

Next chapter:
Epistle 16

I don't even know whether Baba will think I'm going mad if I tell him about this. No... I can't tell him. He'll panic. He'll tell Maa and she'll panic. She'll call us back home and I'll have to go back and I'll have to leaving Mota Babuji and Ishaani... No I can't leave them... I can't leave her... Oh God, everything's a mess! I don't know what to do! Oh God, what do I do, what do I do?!

I wish I could tell Ishaani about it, but she'll think of me as a freak. No I cannot afford that - I cannot afford to do that at any cost! Ugh, why can't I just let it go? Why, why, why?

Could Love be right? Was it always that difficult to let go?

There you go LM...TBH, I actually loved the whole of the update but I want to highlight these few lines of the entire one...Ranveer and his confusion😛😛

So, this is turning out to be a bit mysterious and I'm lovin'it!!!❤️ Hope this mystery is out soon...(By 4 updates)😛😛 And poor guy, fell down from his bed on his birthday...😭😭 But sometimes, this will bring a smile during the later part of his life...😳😳

And about Love, she's a bit mysterious (as of now). Let's see of how her character is shaping up...⭐️⭐️

On the whole, this update was lovely!❤️👏👏

#Yours3fan
AV

This dream ws awesome yup I knw its spooky BT I jst loved each nd evry description of dis I mean I dnt whr dis dream is heading to BT I hv already read it 7 times so u cn imagine hw mch I m lovng it 😳
Yr u write jst too mch perfectly CNT evn describe in wrds 👏 👏
Poor fellow hitted himself on birthday nd he dnt want to share also dis wid ny1 BT I guess some scars are wrth remembering 😉
LM yr u r jst too gud wid dis descriptn whtevr it is m lovng it so mch 👏
Yr nw dis dreams r increasing curiosity plz update nxt part soon nd ya most imp ranveer birthday celebrtn are also dere.
Thnx fr pm

nightmares ...u really describe everything beautifully ...its like playing infront of our eyes n waiting for b'day celebration