#2 ~FF : Untold Stories~ - Page 5

Originally posted by: ShadikaIshVeer

LM I am like this☺️☺️ Btw does i have to move to your country or your move in my country ? at least i have to make u see the snow here once 🤣😉

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Originally posted by: kimnana

wonderful update ...loved the makar sankranti n kite flying part

she asked his father to take ranveer instead of her as he loves it ..she did well in maths good ...he keeps on saying he is servant n should not cross his limits .n she is trying her best to tell that he is her best friend ..

at the end he is hurt while saving his father ..

ty for pm

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Hey hi dear sry for replieng late. 😕
This update ws very beautiful it showed how vulnerable ranveer is poor boy how much hard he tries being servant alwys comes running to him 😭
Ranveer nd shoe laces never ever may b that's why he alwys opened d dori of blouse nd never tied dem in serial 😉
Ishani is born dumb BT I don't blame her c is too oblivious to realise that wht comfort she seeks in his friends arm is not for that dere is sumthng more to it.
C said no poor dhikra but I hv a doubt why he brought manali topic all of a sudden I mean did he meant that he became too much friendly after that and he is her servant after all
But he have faced so much wrath that he himself cannot move away from being sissy
Now how cum dey stop being friends ishani dumb look what he did d moment u stop being his friend he stopped living.
Ranveer is true to his words that he ll care for mota bapuji with his life
I like that in ur ff falguni is sane and human unlike in serial
So this was the thing that u said he will regret 😕
Waitng fr next update
Thnx fr pm

unres page 88 on the 1 thread😎 Hope u will like it 😳

Originally posted by: Sanjay_malhotra

wow!! great stories

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Originally posted by: dvprt418.py

Hey hi dear sry for replieng late. 😕
This update ws very beautiful it showed how vulnerable ranveer is poor boy how much hard he tries being servant alwys comes running to him 😭
Ranveer nd shoe laces never ever may b that's why he alwys opened d dori of blouse nd never tied dem in serial 😉
Ishani is born dumb BT I don't blame her c is too oblivious to realise that wht comfort she seeks in his friends arm is not for that dere is sumthng more to it.
C said no poor dhikra but I hv a doubt why he brought manali topic all of a sudden I mean did he meant that he became too much friendly after that and he is her servant after all
But he have faced so much wrath that he himself cannot move away from being sissy
Now how cum dey stop being friends ishani dumb look what he did d moment u stop being his friend he stopped living.
Ranveer is true to his words that he ll care for mota bapuji with his life
I like that in ur ff falguni is sane and human unlike in serial
So this was the thing that u said he will regret 😕
Waitng fr next update
Thnx fr pm

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Hey LM... ⭐️

M back again...

So Disha... under care of that old witch... n she became her shadow...🤢 it's so true that children r like clay, will take any shape and elders has a major role in it... and since Baa is her mentor so Disha ko to aisa banna hi tha... although she did surpassed her...😡 and Ishani praising Baa... well her point is true... but this old lady's present state can't be justified by any logic... ur bitter past doesn't mean u will carry it like a legacy... and I always feel that what she got after harshad's death is what she truly deserved (she deserved even more)... I can never sympathize with her... always find her inhuman... 😡

and now ranveer is not allowed to admire and befriend a kid.. that too her own sister... 😉 then her sibling joke... Ranveer ko heart attack aa jata to...😆 and finally she is feeling the power of his love... bt Ishu listening n he speaking... aisa bhi hota hai.. Ranveer ki awaaz nikalti hai Ishu ke saamne...🤣🤣 that was a surprise... and I was quite laughing on her swear coz ab to ishani ko suicide karna padega😆 (but tell me ishani ke self harm ka origin yahi se to nahi hai...😲)... later part of this chapter was so cute yar... U created wonderful moments with these two... and ishu will approve the future girl for him...🤓 her self confidence give me shocks at times... apni sari harkate realize karne ke baad bhi she thinks she can take good decisions for him... kamaal hai...

And then ranveer at stock exchange... or I shall say RV in the making...👏 well... u gave good description of stock exchange and shares... although there are few errors but still one can broadly understand it... and harshad followed his advice and bang on... he got profits also... well ranveer's realization was so true... He was meant to be there...👍🏼 but yaha aakar bhi samosa n chutney... that comparison was hilarious... 😆

harshad was only sane character in this show.. his scenes was always honest n his conversations with ranveer was soothing for our ears also... but they killed him very early... he was the only right guide for ranveer n jab tak vo tha tab tak ishani bhi normal thi...uske baad kya hua we all know... Now coming to harshad n ranveer's convo in the car... well ranveer's mindset and fear was so logical at that stage... what he had seen till that day in his life made his thoughts about future (vaise bhi uske mind ke maximum portion me to ishani hi ghumti hai to bechara aur kuch kaise soche... 🤣) but d way harshad pacified him was too good...👏 he acted as a true mentor who wants ranveer to excel and really treats him as his son... ur writing also deserve applaud there...👏 good formation of words... 👍🏼 and that day surely had a double treat for him... first BSE n then all set for manali... lucky day for him...

now coming back to our dear girl and her thoughts... first I have to say that her point of view is so much entertaining... 😆😆 the way u write her thoughts always leave me in splits... this epistle (26) is also hilarious... her envy towards ranveer... seriously... matlab kisi ko bhi nahi chodegi na...😆 but she is valid in her thoughts... it's actually frustrating to be compared all d times... and he Mr perfect with teachers drooling over him... well ishu ko envy ranveer se ho rahi hai ya teachers se...😉 and she want to kiss him... infatuation I guess... ranveer ki care hai hi aisi... 😳 but I have to say LM let her make a little progress.. bachpan se baat shuru hui thi n abhi tak dreams pe hi atki hui hai... 🤣

they came third... good achievement for her... achcha hai ranveer ka naam nahi duboya isne... bt he enrolled them in another one vo bhi state level in spite of knowing her fright... vo bhi pura badla le raha hai... 😆 aur ishani vaise to sunny deol hai bt scared of manja... n ladki ki prefect banne ki khushi bhi short lived hi nilki... chalo kuch to hai where ranveer can surpass her... 😉

and now all set for manali... but b4 that another session of argument n blackmailing awaits him... she is so logical here... - 2 degrees... it even sounds freezing and ranveer should look at him... I mean pehle hi sikuda hua hai.. itni thand me to sahi me jam jayga... 🤣 self respect apni jagah hai but there has to be some solution... 😉

Good work in all the chapters LM... keep writing... 🤗 🤗

Originally posted by: NidsJ

Hey LM... ⭐️

M back again...

So Disha... under care of that old witch... n she became her shadow...🤢 it's so true that children r like clay, will take any shape and elders has a major role in it... and since Baa is her mentor so Disha ko to aisa banna hi tha... although she did surpassed her...😡 and Ishani praising Baa... well her point is true... but this old lady's present state can't be justified by any logic... ur bitter past doesn't mean u will carry it like a legacy... and I always feel that what she got after harshad's death is what she truly deserved (she deserved even more)... I can never sympathize with her... always find her inhuman... 😡

and now ranveer is not allowed to admire and befriend a kid.. that too her own sister... 😉 then her sibling joke... Ranveer ko heart attack aa jata to...😆 and finally she is feeling the power of his love... bt Ishu listening n he speaking... aisa bhi hota hai.. Ranveer ki awaaz nikalti hai Ishu ke saamne...🤣🤣 that was a surprise... and I was quite laughing on her swear coz ab to ishani ko suicide karna padega😆 (but tell me ishani ke self harm ka origin yahi se to nahi hai...😲)... later part of this chapter was so cute yar... U created wonderful moments with these two... and ishu will approve the future girl for him...🤓 her self confidence give me shocks at times... apni sari harkate realize karne ke baad bhi she thinks she can take good decisions for him... kamaal hai...

And then ranveer at stock exchange... or I shall say RV in the making...👏 well... u gave good description of stock exchange and shares... although there are few errors but still one can broadly understand it... and harshad followed his advice and bang on... he got profits also... well ranveer's realization was so true... He was meant to be there...👍🏼 but yaha aakar bhi samosa n chutney... that comparison was hilarious... 😆

harshad was only sane character in this show.. his scenes was always honest n his conversations with ranveer was soothing for our ears also... but they killed him very early... he was the only right guide for ranveer n jab tak vo tha tab tak ishani bhi normal thi...uske baad kya hua we all know... Now coming to harshad n ranveer's convo in the car... well ranveer's mindset and fear was so logical at that stage... what he had seen till that day in his life made his thoughts about future (vaise bhi uske mind ke maximum portion me to ishani hi ghumti hai to bechara aur kuch kaise soche... 🤣) but d way harshad pacified him was too good...👏 he acted as a true mentor who wants ranveer to excel and really treats him as his son... ur writing also deserve applaud there...👏 good formation of words... 👍🏼 and that day surely had a double treat for him... first BSE n then all set for manali... lucky day for him...

now coming back to our dear girl and her thoughts... first I have to say that her point of view is so much entertaining... 😆😆 the way u write her thoughts always leave me in splits... this epistle (26) is also hilarious... her envy towards ranveer... seriously... matlab kisi ko bhi nahi chodegi na...😆 but she is valid in her thoughts... it's actually frustrating to be compared all d times... and he Mr perfect with teachers drooling over him... well ishu ko envy ranveer se ho rahi hai ya teachers se...😉 and she want to kiss him... infatuation I guess... ranveer ki care hai hi aisi... 😳 but I have to say LM let her make a little progress.. bachpan se baat shuru hui thi n abhi tak dreams pe hi atki hui hai... 🤣

they came third... good achievement for her... achcha hai ranveer ka naam nahi duboya isne... bt he enrolled them in another one vo bhi state level in spite of knowing her fright... vo bhi pura badla le raha hai... 😆 aur ishani vaise to sunny deol hai bt scared of manja... n ladki ki prefect banne ki khushi bhi short lived hi nilki... chalo kuch to hai where ranveer can surpass her... 😉

and now all set for manali... but b4 that another session of argument n blackmailing awaits him... she is so logical here... - 2 degrees... it even sounds freezing and ranveer should look at him... I mean pehle hi sikuda hua hai.. itni thand me to sahi me jam jayga... 🤣 self respect apni jagah hai but there has to be some solution... 😉

Good work in all the chapters LM... keep writing... 🤗 🤗

Epistle 31: Fading In and Out

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

Small note: Extracts have been taken from 'The Kite Runner' to describe situations over here, so that's a small disclaimer.

Happy Reading! :D :D

18th February, 2001:

Sometimes, one moment can change your entire life. It could be for the best or for the worst, I don't know. All I know is that your life never remains the same after it. Mine isn't. Not anymore.

Nearly a month ago, I led a simple, happy life. A life that felt foreign to me, but it was something that I loved nonetheless. Maybe it wasn't meant to last forever. Or maybe I threw it away because it was something I could never fit into. My life in this one month is something I can only remember in fragments, but even what I do remember makes me want to fling myself off from somewhere. Oh right, that's out of option for me.

How does one jump when he cannot use his legs anymore?

I will never regret saving Mota Babuji's life that day at the factory nor will I ever resent the fact that I chose to go to the factory that day instead of Ishaani. It won't be a question ever, because my life is less worthy than his, or Ishaani's. The only thing I regret is ending things with Ishaani on such a bad note because somehow, I cannot speak to her at all no matter how much she tries. I haven't spoken to anyone much, really, in this one month. Not even Maa or Baba, so Ishaani is still a far shot. Doctors say that I'm still in shock of what's happened to me. Shock seems such a petty word; I could tear my lungs shouting at the top of my voice for the pain in my heart to stop and it won't even take away a drop of it.

The doctors also say that I need to talk about what happened with me that day so that I can relieve myself of all the emotions that I'm blocking out. Maybe that's why I haven't cried so far - because I can't. I'm cold; I'm numb. Besides, what's the point of talking about something everybody already knows about? But fine, since the doctors think that it will work, let me see how much it does. This is the first time Maa has let me use my hands for any writing work, and I choose to let you know.

I'll tell you all about what I remember from the day of my accident, undiluted and the exact way I remember perceiving things through the snatches of memories I have.

We went to the factory, we were taking a tour around the place, I saw that hot rod about to fall upon Mota Babuji and I did the first thing that came to my mind - push him out of the way. But what hit me next was ceaseless, suspended, excruciating agony that lasted for an eternity. An eternity after which I felt my knees buckle and my world begin to fade, the noise and light following into peace and dark.

It was about then that I passed out.

-x-

Faces poke through the haze, linger, fade peer down, ask me questions. They all ask questions. Do I know who I am? Do I hurt anywhere? I know who I am and I hurt everywhere. I want to tell them this but talking hurts.

I know this because some time ago, maybe a year ago, may be two, maybe ten, I tried to push a man with half-mooned spectacles and a yellow helmet out of harm's way. The man, yes. I see him now. We are in a car of sorts, the man and I, and I don't think Baba is driving the car because Baba never drives this fast. I want to say something to this man - it seems very important that I do. But I don't remember what I want to say, or why it might have been important. Maybe I want to tell him to stop crying, that everything will be all right now. Maybe not.

For some reason I can't think of, I want to thank the man.

-x-

Faces. They're all wearing green hats. They slip in and out of view. They talk rapidly, use words I don't understand. I hear other voices, other noises, beeps and alarms. And always more faces. Peering down. I don't remember any of them, except for the one with the gel in his hair and the Amitabh Bachchan mustache, the one with the funny cross on his cap. That's funny. I want to laugh now. But laughing hurts too.

I fade out.

-x-

She says her name is Parvati, like Lord Shiv's wife'. Her graying hair is parted in the middle and tied in a ponytail, her nose pierced with a stud shaped like the sun. She wears bifocals that make her eyes bug out. She wears green too and her hands are soft. She sees me looking at her and smiles. Says something in English. Something is jabbing at the side of my chest.

I fade out.

-x-

A man is standing by my bed stand. I know him. He is normal-complexioned and slightly stout, has kind eyes. He wears spectacles too - what are those spectacles called? Half-mooned? Wears it slightly tilted like a famous person whose name escapes me now. I know this man. He let my head rest upon his lap when I was being driven somewhere many years ago. I know him. There is something wrong with my mouth. I hear a bubbling sound.

I fade out.

-x-

My right arm burns. The woman with the bifocals and the sun-shaped stud is hunched over my arm, attaching a clear plastic tubing near my arm. She says it's the Potassium'. It stings like a bee, no?' she asks. And God, it does! What's her name though? Something to do with a Lord. I know her too from a few years ago. She used to wear her hair in a ponytail. Now it's pulled back, tied in a plait. Ishaani wore her hair like that when we first spoke. When was that? Last week? Parvati! Yes.

There is something wrong with my mouth. And that thing jabbing at my chest.

I fade out.

-x-

I'm back into the mists of my dream and I can see a girl edging towards the end of something I cannot see, but I know is certain to be there. She is the girl of my dreams - Love - the woman who could sweep everybody off of her feet, not the one who petrified me beyond what I could ever describe. I run towards her just as I see her luscious hair fly, feeling her staring at someone who was following her. The boy chuckles, or maybe it's Love. I inch closer just as the boy is staring down the cliff, talking to Love who was now suspended mid-air, looking curious. He suddenly looks up at me before jumping off the cliff and I see. He's me.

I wake up. The stout man is back at my bedside. He is my Mota Babuji, I remember now, and with him are my parents. The former's face reminds me of a girl who has beautiful black eyes. I'm thirsty.

I fade out.

I keep fading in and out.

-x-

The name of the man with the Amitabh Bachchan mustache turned out to be Dr. Rastogi. He wasn't a super star at all, but a surgeon. 'Where am I?' is what I wanted to ask but my mouth wouldn't open. I frowned. Grunted.

The doctor smiled; his teeth were blinding white.

"Not yet, Ranveer," he said, "but soon. When the wires will be out." He spoke English with a thick, rolling Parsi accent. The doctor crossed his arms; he had hairy forearms and wore a gold wedding band.

"You must be wondering where you are, what happened to you. That's perfectly normal, the post-surgical state is always disorienting. So I'll tell you what I know."

I want to ask him about the wires. Post-surgical? Where was Parvati? I wanted her to smile at me, wanted her soft hands in mine.

The doctor frowned, cocking one eyebrow in a slightly self-important way. "You are in a hospital and you've been here for five days. You have suffered some very significant injuries, Ranveer, I should tell you. I would say that you're very lucky to be alive, son."

He swayed his index finger back and forth like a pendulum when he said this.

"The rod nearly got you through and through and caused you to enter into a neurogenic shock. My friends from the neurology department had to perform an emergency surgery for you were beginning to have an internal bleeding. Had we gotten to you a little later, you wouldn't have made it. Infact you've barely made it at all," he explained further, patting me on the arm with the IV just as he plunged something into it, and smiled. "You also suffered from a broken rib that caused a pneumothorax."

I frowned. Tried to open my mouth. Remembered about the wires.

"That means a punctured lung," the doctor clarified. He tugged at a clear plastic tubing to my left. I felt the jabbing again in my chest. "We sealed the leak with this chest tube." I followed the tube poking through bandages on my chest to a container half-filled with columns of water. The bubbling sound came from there.

"You haven't suffered from any other laceration except the one the entry wound has left you," the doctor said. "The impact it had left a rather nasty mark on your back. It will get much, much better with time, though there will be a scar. That is unavoidable."

I nod my head and stare at him blankly. I try to shuffle on the bed but I find myself stationary. Maybe I'm too tired to move.

I fade out.

-x-

I wake up to find Mota Babuji next to me, staring at me with a complex look upon his face. The moment he sees me awake, however, it quickly turns into a small smile. He raises my bed so that I'm in a much more comfortable position, while he smiles at me gently.

"How do you feel now?"

"Better," I wheeze out slowly, but even that cost me air. The doctor had rid me of the chest tubes and wires finally, and had now kept me on just oxygen. I find it very, very hard to breathe, and at times, it feels as though the air betrays me.

"Good," he says, patting my hand. I look at the window and ask him slowly.

"Days?" I whisper now, not wanting to waste away another gulp of precious air.

"It's your eighth day over here today," he replies back, stroking my head lovingly.

I nod my head and try to move, but I find myself incapable to move at all. But I was considerably stronger than what I was when I last tried to settle myself. Why couldn't I move myself now? I try harder and harder to move myself but my legs wouldn't simply budge. But it doesn't make sense - I can feel the cold metal of the bed touch my toes, then why can't I move them? I try harder and harder, unaware about how Mota Babuji was trying to restrain me from doing any damage. But I have no care about the world - why aren't my legs moving?

"Ranveer... No, stop it... Ranveer!" he yells finally and I cease trying immediately, turning to look at him fearfully. But what I see shocks me - Mota Babuji continues to stare at me but I can see him tremble, tears threatening to fall from his eyes while his face is now completely pale. I cannot understand anything for nothing makes sense. Unless...

"Please... Please..." I croak again, hoping that he would understand what I wanted to know. What I needed to know. The wait was making my breath cease.

"Ranveer, the doctors... When they had to operate upon you, you had an injury in your spinal cord because of which you've lost your motor functions from your lower half. You... You won't be able to move your legs at all, atleast not without- Ranveer? Ranveer!"

But I cannot draw in any breath. I don't know whether it was the shock of knowing that I was paralyzed from the lower half of my body or the fact that I tried so hard to defy what he said that I managed to snuff out all the air from the lungs, but either way I couldn't seem to draw in any air at all. Mota Babuji stares at me in shock as he raises an alarm, simultaneously rubbing my chest to ease me out.

"Can't... breathe..." is all I manage to say once as I find my world dimming away, not before several faces suddenly pop in front of me.

I fade out once again.

-x-

I stare at the wall blankly. That's all that I can do, really. After the whole panic that I created five days ago, the doctors had kept me on a slightly higher dose of sedatives for the shock of the event to sink in, but they don't seem too happy. Maybe that's why they took me off of it yesterday. I haven't really spoken to any one since that day, and in spite of everyone trying to assure me that everything would be alright, I can see how hopeless they all are. Not all of them - I can't vouch for Ishaani. She hasn't been here to visit me yet.

The only source of relief that I might had remotely felt was when the doctor told me that I would regain my motor functions back because my injury was of an incomplete nature. There are a lot of terms that I don't understand about my condition at all, and yet all of them are crucial to my well-being. The only three distinct terms that I've managed to hold on to are 'neurogenic shock', 'T5 injury' and 'pneumothorax'. The doctors say that my lungs are making a steady recovery so my breathing problems are to be sorted soon.

But about my legs, there is no guarantee yet. I could get the movement back in it completely in as soon as three months, or maybe after years. Maybe not at all. All it depended upon was my will. Will, yeah right. It's so easy to say 'you can't lose faith', or 'you need to fight', or even how 'you need to have strong will'. Live in my shoes this moment and then tell me about it.

And voila, look who's here.

Ishaani enters the room meekly and somehow, I have it in me to stare into her eyes directly, just as she does. I cannot fathom what she's thinking, but she doesn't look too alright to me. That doesn't deter me from trying to channel my imploding frustration over her, even though I fail miserably. It only implodes within myself more, making me feel reasonably sick. Ishaani, in turn, comes and takes a seat beside my bedside, speaking blankly.

"I hate you." I don't bother to reply; she doesn't wait for one.

"You did this on purpose now, didn't you?" she asks once again, this time her voice choking. I only cock an eyebrow in question, but otherwise remain silent. She ploughs on further.

"When I asked you to take care of Papa, I did not mean to get yourself killed. There's a difference between the two," she tells me quietly. I still remain silent, but this time I turn my face away from hers, not letting her see the only tear fall from my eye in those thirteen days.

She doesn't wait for a response. She gets up and walks out from the door.

I fade out for the last time.

-x-

I was discharged three days later on a wheelchair, a three-hour appointment with the physiotherapist daily who would be coming home to have the sessions. The doctors said that the shock was something I needed to come out of on my own for there was no cure for it. Nobody particularly looked happy with my situation and I could see how much agony I was causing them all, but I couldn't help it.

I cannot help it.

And since then, every day has been the same. I constantly lie on my bed the entire day, everyone catering and tending to my needs. Even Baa comes to visit me twice a day and gives me some sort of a traditional kadha to have for strength. On any occasion, I would have jumped with joy at the fact that she was doing so much, but today... nothing matters to me anymore. It is as though I've been sucked into a vortex of darkness from which there is no rescuing. I've submitted myself to a world where there can never be any love, any happiness, any life.

Mota Babuji is paying for all my treatments, Maa and Baba are working day and night to make me well, but I'm a cold shell. The kids and Falguni Maa try their best to engage me into conversations, but I can barely concentrate for more than five minutes. And Ishaani... well, we never talk. She sits by my side for hours without speaking a word and then leaves, that's all. That's all we can do now. I don't know why she's putting up with me; I don't know why she's wasting her time upon me. And no matter how much I pray to God, nothing works.

I haven't gone out anywhere. I've been home for exactly fifteen days, and I've only seen the four walls of our room and the rays of the sun entering through the windows. My friends and teachers from school have come and visited me, telling me kind words, strong words. I haven't been to school in a month, and my teachers brought me my results for the internals - 92%. This might probably be the last exam I give. Henceforth, I won't be able to take part in any of the events at all.

This is it.

This is my concrete coffin staring at me.

But no matter how much I try, I cannot bring myself up to accept the fact that this is going to be my life. And yet, my fear outdoes my will. My physiotherapy sessions aren't yielding even the slightest of results so far. The doctor says that it's too early for any progress to happen and that we need to work harder, but my thin hopes are already sinking.

So am I.

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

Next chapter:
Epistle 32

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LM!!!

This was beautifully written❤️❤️

I read twice the same day and today, I read it for the third time! I loved it so much! And finally, we had a glimpse of Love! ☺️☺️ Poor Ranveer...😭😭No wonder you and TL made plans to murder him!🤣🤣 and make someone repent and regret. His physique is no more the same and so his will power. Great. Hope she does something to revive it back.

Before I forget, I am loving this relationship between IshVeer😆😆 The ego(not exactly)😆😆 Those parts were cute, according to me😛😛

Plus, Baa now meets him twice a day! Good! His teachers come once in a while to motivate him but our boy is not interested in any Hopefully, we get to see their cute moments after or around the 40th Epistle😳😳

So, you are hardly seen online these days...Tell me of how your reaction was after hearing their 'Wrap Up' 😕😕 Were you able to see a few videos of them?😕😕

And, Kite Runner...Sorry, let me be honest with you, I hardly read books. Like, I never read a book🤣🤣 So tell me something about the story(Only if you don't mind.)😊😊 Is it good? If yes, I'd like to read that.

Update the next one soon enough 😳😳

AV