#1 ~FF : Untold Stories~ - Page 59

Originally posted by: LadyMeringue

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Yes, those dreams are quite a mystery now, aren't they? 😉😉 And yes, Ranveer is an exception to all rules and cases on this show. 🤣🤣 Accha nahi bolti main thank you, but gussa mat karo. 😆😆

I was amongst the key spammers of the forum till You-Know-Who entered the show. 🤪🤪

LOL !!😆😆 this reminds me of Voldemort..😉.🤣🤣🤣🤣

Originally posted by: _priyaa_

Completed 10^th chapter.😳😃.he he.😆😃.It's very nice to see Ranveer becoming strong again 😃😳...& Ranveer-Harshad uncle covo was very emotional & poignant. 😳⭐️.Truth to be said this duo share their own sort of chemistry which is so pure...⭐️⭐️.You have created a very strong foundation for the future story ⭐️😃...It clearly explains why Ranveer will be so much loyal & honest to his mota babuji's family..ohh okay.😉😆 .i don't know whether this story is going to be like our serial,but one thing is sure that Ranveer,Ishani & Harshad uncle will be Ranveer,Ishani & Harshad uncle😉 😳😳😆...he he...😆

And dear...i have noticed that this Falguni aunty is a bit different from the serial falguni aunty..I mean in the serial until before the first leap Falguni aunty was a bit grey,one can clearly notice this from her words & the tantrums she used to throw...And I could never find any feelings or emotions for Ranveer in her even if he had done so much for her family...😲 . But here I don't know why I sense this Falguni maa is not fake & really cares for Ranveer though I don't know what will be her reaction for the future incidents.😉😳.he he 😳...But i am loving this falguni as of now..😳

So u have clarified the ragging issue...I am quite relieved that it certainly was not a suicide attempt... I pity on Ranveer...And I really hope that you will show him more stronger in the following days 😳...thank u darling...🤗.🤗

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Originally posted by: _priyaa_

LOL !!😆😆 this reminds me of Voldemort..😉.🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Epistle 18: Frail Hopes

A/N: Hey there! :D :D Here is the next update! :D :D Sorry for the delay and please don't throw anything upon me in case you find this lame. :/ :/

Happy Reading! :D :D

30th October, 1996:

Hope.

I never knew that I could ever feel this four letter word again when it came to my father. It was a hope I'd long given up on. A hope that I knew was as stupid to hold on to as was to expect him to return back. Yet they say that to hope is to believe. And I kept on believing until one fine day, I took the leap of faith that miraculously paid off.

Its Diwali - the festival of lights, the festival which signifies why good will always triumph above evil. It's something I've believed in for almost nine years of my life, but one incident changed my entire perspective on it. It's funny how we always restrict our mind to a particular symbolism when the same festival can hold so many meanings. I wish Ranveer were here so that I could tell him that I'd done the impossible. To tell him how much I missed him today and how much strength he gave me in spite of the dark and unwinding path I found myself upon.

But you won't understand a single bit if I keep talking in puzzles. Sorry for being so haphazard, my mind is still at a loss of what to feel and I'm still coping from the shock of what happened to me a few hours ago. I needed to talk to someone and I know that I can always count upon you whenever I need you most. So here goes another one of my untold stories.

I was feeling quite lonely without Ranveer being around. Sharman, Devarsh, Gauri (Harshad Uncle's niece) and new-born Prateik were there as company, and yet I felt incomplete. I knew it was stupid of me to feel so because Ranveer's wish of meeting his mother was obviously way more important, but I could not deny that I missed him. I missed him terribly.

Diwali morning as usual saw the outpouring of guests and the usual hustle-bustle around the house that comes with every festival, while we played and created a ruckus for the adults. Honestly, this must have been the most fun I've ever had in my life during Diwali, and I could not have wished any more for Ranveer to be there to witness it as well. Somehow his absence bothered me a lot, much more than it should have and the feeling left me unsettled.

Maybe I was too used to having him around me and it felt odd not to have him around me for as long as ten whole days. He had become an integral part of my life in these eight months and to imagine a life without him in felt empty to live in. Its funny how one person can change your entire life like that and can make it worth living for and to make every moment count.

But coming back to my point before I let myself flow away. The day went off pretty well when Baa decided to take us all to the fair that happens at Mahim during Diwali (it was customary of the family to visit that fair every year, as she put it). Everyone at our house agreed, and truth be said, they all looked like they could do with a little fresh air after being confined to the house for the past three days because of the festivities.

We reached the fair at two in the afternoon, only to be ushered into a frighteningly huge crowd. All the elders moved along in their own groups while we children were left to be one group. Devarsh, Sharman, Gauri and myself roamed around the area in tow behind our elders just so that we did not get lost. Gauri led the group since she was the oldest from the four of us, and made sure that we all caught hands and walked so that none of us would get separated from the clan. But that didn't stop me from getting lost anyway.

Yes, yes, I know you must have either slapped your hand upon your head (that is, if you had a hand or head) or must have 'tcched' with displeasure. But I didn't do it on purpose, I swear! It just... happened. We were passing by a shop where they sold bangles, and I couldn't help myself. Devarsh was clumsy enough anyway that he never came to know when our hands left contact. I could only think about the numerous colours of the bangles in front of me and the fascination that the colours brought upon me was silly.

I may talk like an eighteen-year old girl, but I'm just an almost-nine year old, you know.

I looked on and on at the bangles for as long as my eyes could greedily drink in the sight of them till the shopkeeper saw me and smiled at me. He asked me which colour of bangles I liked the post and I pointed out at the blue ones. They were royal. He took them off the shelf and made me wear it before asking where my parents exactly were.

And in that moment, my heart nearly stopped beating. I realized that I was not alone, that I was supposed to be with the other three kids. And even as I turned my neck around uselessly to see if they were around (even though I knew they weren't), I felt the first drop of tear leave my eyes. Nobody who my sight went to were the people I called family and in that moment, I may have simply been in a strange world where nobody was to be my own.

I looked back at the shopkeeper with panic-stricken eyes and he saw the fear appear on my face. He looked at a loss for what to say as he hesitantly asked me again about my parents. All I could respond was in the form of hot, angry tears leaving my eyes that fell cold against my cheeks. Never had I been this petrified in my entire life. It was as though my deepest fear had come true - I was abandoned for good.

I felt my feet carry me around the area and I shrieked at the top of my voice for Maa, but nobody could hear my frail cries against the harsh rush of reality. My desperate cries remained lost amongst the crowd and I walked about aimlessly, tears streaming down my face while my shouts for anybody to recognize me kept growing stronger and weaker simultaneously.

The skies grew darker as I kept walking and walking amidst the frenzied masses of people, my heart breaking every time I saw children tugging at their parents' hands and asking them for things to be bought or shows to be seen. I had nobody to accompany me except the clinking of the bangles on my hand that kept me latched to reality. By now, I'd lost the ability to cry.

I reached a particular view point from where we were supposed to see Raavan burning. But all I saw burning in my eyes were the hopes that I would ever have a family of my own. That I would ever have anyone I could call my own. I shut my eyes as Ranveer's image kept floating into my mind and I felt a strange pang hit my heart. If he were here, he would have never let gone of my hand. If he were here, I would never have been alone.

I sat down on a stone, more tears gush treacherously from my already burning eyes as I cried harder than I must have ever done in years. In those few moments, Raavan would be put alight and darkness would be replaced by light. And all I could think about was my own darkness that was growing upon me with every passing minute. I was certain in my mind that nobody must have missed my presence because nobody cared. I was a burden upon everyone. A misfit who didn't deserve their company. Abandonment hurt me bad, so much that it made me want to... to...

There was no way I was going back home, I knew. There was no one who would love me as their own.

And then out of nowhere, I turn my head around and see a known face from far. A known face that I never expected to see, who kept looking about frantically. Time fell still as our eyes met for the tiniest fraction of a second. And in that moment, I knew that all was not lost. I still had a home to run to. Before he could reach where I was as he broke into a harried run, I sprung up from the stone and ran to him in double the pace, throwing my arms around his neck just as he knelt down for me.

Only one word escaped my lips unconsciously in repetition as I found my solace in his arms - Papa.

I don't know for how long I remained in Harshad Papa's arms like that as I sobbed into his chest, harder than all those hours of solitude. He kept kissing my forehead and cheeks as his own tears fell upon my face, feeling his arms shiver around me even though his grip upon me was warm enough to melt all my fears away. I did not know why I felt so afraid, but the only thing I could keep telling him was never to abandon me again. He stroked my hair lovingly as he kept me in his warm embrace, raising my head gently so that our eyes met.

"I'll never let go of you, Ishaani. You are my own girl. I will never, ever abandon you. That's my promise to you."

I sniffed hopelessly as more tears left my eyes but he wiped them all away, staying like that for several more minutes before separating. The moment we separated, Papa told me that it was best if we hurried up because everyone were worried sick about me. It took me a little time to digest the fact that I was missed by everyone but I knew that there must have been a partial truth in what he said because he never lied.

I nodded my head as I wiped away the remainder of my tears, my head now aching with all the crying while my nose felt funny. Papa smiled at me as he caught my hand into his own calloused ones. Firmly, yet gently. And as we began to walk, we were blinded by a brutal light. And then just like that, the next moment, Raavan was finally on fire! Papa and I remained stationery for several minutes, watching the gigantic recreation burn and smother valiantly while I could only think about one thing.

Hope is being able to see that there is light in spitl of all the darkness. And I found the darkness fading away from my mind as light stood right beside me. But the light did not only throw away the overwhelming darkness that threatened to engulf me; it also threw away the fears and insecurities latched in my heart. In that moment, my heart's deepest desire of having my father beside me one day had finally paid off. He stood right beside me and this time, he would never abandon me.

No matter what happened.

We returned back after some time to where the rest of the family stood. Maa instantly pulled me into her arms and refused to let go off me for atleast twenty minutes till Papa told her that she was being irrational. She let go off me reluctantly but still kept me close to her. Devarsh and Sharman hugged me for the first time, both of them looking horribly pale while Gauri held on to my other hand for the rest of our duration at the fair. Devarsh looked like he actually cried, if I am to be honest. Chaitali Kaki and Mitesh Kaka apologized several times which was a surprise, even though Baa looked clearly disinterested and a tad bit disappointed too. I'm sure Ranveer would have some excellent quips for her.

By the time we returned home, everything had gone back to normal. Or as normal as things could get in those circumstances. We had a sumptuous dinner and burst quite a few crackers along with Papa telling us all about the importance of Diwali - both historically as well as morally. But I learnt something entirely different today.

Maybe Diwali is not always about good winning over evil. Sometimes, hope wins over it all.

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

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Epistle 19

Hello LM... 😊

Hi LM,

Not fair LM you always make me cry😆

I jst hv a qustn fr you
Hw cum u alwys break my assumptn tht last chp ws d best of al by cmng again wid marvellous update ?
Seriously dis brought my childhood memories back of being almost lost in mount Mary fair 😭
I literally cried I cn imagine evrythng hppng in frnt of my eyes 😊
U rendered me speechless wid dis update
I cn double dare tht I ll b buying a LM bestseller in cmng future 😉
Seriously loved it to d core ishani's happiness her meaning of diwali and I loved d sweetst part tht c ws missing ranveer so terribly 😭 😭
Thts so swtst of ishveer wherever dey r in trouble or happiness dey remember each other first 😳
Nw to ur updates r bcmng more interesting dy by day Waitng fr nxt update
Thnx fr pm

heart wrenching emotional update ...u penned down beautifully