#2 ~FF : Untold Stories~ - Page 9

Originally posted by: .DarkandTwisty

What a brilliant chapter I'm loving this story so much ..great job once again👏👏👏

Thanks for all PMs..update soon😊

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Originally posted by: matsh

What a brilliant writing LM !! Love you for this one ! 🤗

I know I know I called you cruel after last update, but you made up in this one ! 😉😉😉😉

The dialogue especially is very deep and has an ethereal quality to it .. Very well conceived and written . Kudos to you..

🤗

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Originally posted by: Zenab78

Wonderful dear...thanks for pm 😊 👏

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Originally posted by: dvprt418.py

Hey hi dear this ws so amazing chapter I alwys love ur description of nightmares nd dreams 👏
So love is back again 😳
I loved tht part whn c asked being clothed is not gud or wht o ranveer 😉
I guess dreams are a part of reality wht v feel for sumone same is case wid ranveer his bonds are gng to hurt if he tries to remain in tht
U !made a very well reference of cold ice and lake to his one turmoil in life tht he is gng through but I guess solving dis puzzle is gng to help him live nd fight back in his life
I just felt tht I go on reading dese dreams and his conversation they were so beautifully written
U r just so talented writers tht leave me dumbstruck sometimes
Thnx fr pm dear
Dere r many doubts but I have decided to maintain calm nd dey ll b solved wid coming chapter of urs right now I just want to enjoy this chapter by reading 3 tym
Waitng fr next

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Originally posted by: Bloomfield

The review is for the 32nd Epistle.

Sabse pehle: ARE YOU OKAY? Is something disturbing you, LM? If you feel to not to share it, then it's completely fine.😳😳

So now to the update. My, my! Ishani's are kinda soothing to read 😛😛 Right from her sharing that she hardly spoke to Ranveer and her childish pain she undergoes. Man, she is already in love with him It was well-written.

And then comes the most wanted conversation(Although they haven't had the proper convo, still.) Right from him asking her about the exams and her telling him that she will ask HP was really cute. (Crazy, I know🤪🤪)

Then, she feeling happy that at least 'spoke' with her❤️❤️

I am yet to read the 33rd one. Will place my review later Sorry😔😔

Love
AV

Ps. I seriously hope that you are okay 🥺🥺

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Originally posted by: sakshi5050

Hi LM

Nice update loved each and every part of it
waiting for another update keep writing dear.
Thanks for pm 😉😉

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Originally posted by: ShadikaIshVeer

Phir thank u 🥱🥺 I thought you loved me😭😭😭 Liked it ? Please girl I loved it , afterall my sweet senorita wrote it❤️ I made you blush this much? Jippiii I am shoo happy shappy now dearie, gosh you must be looking so damn beautiful

Acha who 's story is it , also I read the 3 interlude and know that he married ritika who was really nice her😊 R.V is Ritika Vaghela , see your girl is smart😆 And I am not going to do anything wrong with you,just praise you 😉😉😉 and that is a promise ssenorita⭐️

Damn it she should have given him diary is parting gift😭😭 Off poor soul , if everyone just could read behind a person 's attitude life would have been a better place to live inn, Seriously why does people call others B,... , especially I hate it when a girl calls another girl that If a girl does not respect another girl then the world has lost so much😭😭😭

Mere liye please stop saying thank u

Hugs & love accepted with open arms ( imagine me doing SRK pose, and you running to hug me🤣)

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Epistle 34: Where We Connect

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

Happy Reading! :D :D

15th March, 2001:

After a gruelling round of eight subjects, we finally saw Independence Day on the 9th of March.

Sorry that I haven't spoken to you at all in so many days, but those ten days have felt like they would never come to an end. Never in my life have I ever laid eyes upon such a horrible set of exams, and I've sat through loads. And that isn't even the end of it. From what I've heard, it's the 9th Std. students who've had the torture of their lives. And now you can understand why I'm particularly ticked off.

Let's just say that if these ten days have been testing for me, then they have been no less than hell for Ranveer. He got cold feet during his first two papers and could barely complete 70% of it by even three hours and twenty minutes. Then somehow, he managed to find some inner strength and attempted 85% of his remaining papers except for Maths (his last paper for the finals), which he managed to complete in exactly three hours. I don't know whether it was with elation or exhaustion that he fainted after completing that paper.

But if he did manage to tackle his exams, he did do it at the cost of his health. Somehow, the stress that the exams brought upon him only deteriorated his breathing problem, and the matter didn't look very good. Papa said that if it didn't stabilize soon, he might have to make another round to the hospital. Right now, we have another nurse hired who manages his oxygen needs (he's been kept upon extra oxygen).

And that's not even all. If I thought that nailing the exams would bring about the positive and optimist within him, I was clearly mistaken. If anything, it's only made him retreat into a deeper shell. I've now quit using my silent understanding to bring him back to normal - I saw how brilliantly that worked. I'm now trying to make conversation with him and engage him into it. On more than two occasions, he did ask me to leave him alone, but I did not give him that option.

I hope that if I rile him up, he'll speak his mind and heart out. I'm even ready for him to yell at me and tell me rude and painful things. But the more I try, the further he keeps pushing me away. It's been nearly two months now and he still hasn't recovered from the shock, nor is he letting anyone inside his heart. The doctors remain fearful that Ranveer might have very well lapsed into clinical depression with the classic symptoms that he's been showing, but they still are urging us to give it our best efforts to get him back to normalcy.

How do they expect our efforts to work if Ranveer himself isn't letting them to work? It's as though he has made up his mind that he wants to go through it all alone; that his pain is only for him to contain. That we won't understand what he's going through; we're perfect, he's not. In any other person's case, I would have been shocked by this line of thought, but somehow, it doesn't surprise me with Ranveer. He's always been like this - harbouring everyone's pain by killing his own. But he doesn't know what to do with his pain.

Pain cannot be fought alone; it won't let you live through it.

That's why five days ago, I asked the doctors for another permission - to take him outside on the wheelchair. I've come to realize that Ranveer is suffocated by living the life of a vegetable. He needs fresh air and he needs to come into contact with nature. It's always been his best way to cope. The doctors once again seemed even more reluctant than the previous time to let us go ahead with something like this because of his breathing issues, but they did believe that most patients responded to natural treatment of that nature.

And so it has been Ranveer's treatment from the last four days. Every afternoon, I take him out to the beach. The nurse does accompany us too, but she's there just for any emergency. Otherwise, it's just the two of us. I take him for rounds along the shoreline before coming to a standstill. I let his legs fall limply from the foot-support onto the wet sand, taking a seat beside him. We simply watch the waves crash and hit the line, spitting foamy water upon our legs. I notice how he enjoys the sensation immensely, and it's the only time I see him ever smile remotely.

It isn't really even close to his smile; I'm not even sure that it's even a smile at all.

But yet, I can see how he comfortably shuts his eyes as he feels the sun bathe his skin like a baby, feeling the water crawl upon his feet that feels cool. The water seeps its way through between all of his toes and all he does is let it, because it makes him feel human. It makes him realize that even though he couldn't move, he could still feel. That he still had some life within him, beneath him; that he wasn't dead yet. He doesn't have to tell me any of this - it's the tear that escapes his eye each day at this phenomena that's my answer.

One of the reasons why I take him to the beach is because I know that he loves the sun. His eyes have lost its twinkle, but the sun brings back some of it. I don't know how the beach felt in these four days because I haven't been feeling the beach at all. I've been feeling him. I've been unconsciously trying to feel what his heart feels, what it aches to feel. And all I can do is stare at him as he stares across the forget-me-not blue sky with the first sparks of genuine self-belonging in his eyes, the dazzling sun making his pupils dilate and constrict as the light hits him with his glowing beauty.

The beach miraculously remains empty during the noon hours with barely a few people around (except for the week-ends, ofcourse), and I somehow prefer it that way. They say that God has made nature self-abundant; that every man finds his remedy in the arms of Mother Nature, who only waits to nurture and heal, to help the pain ebb away slowly until there's only tranquility. Only calm. Only you.

And through our tranquil hours at the beach comes the moment when we behold the world's greatest sight. Where begins the most mesmerizing change in the colours reigning across the sky. Where the forget-me-not blue accommodates the sunny yellow, who in turn gives birth to the bloody orange and the faded pink. As a family, they blend into an explosion of a thousand shades until they all mix into the monochrome of the yellow and the red hues. They fade away into the night sky until the cool purple comes along, tagging along the blue and the navy-blue, exploding into a dull mass of blue and purple until everything fades into black.

But the hero of the play each day is the sun, who gracefully takes his descent from the height of the day to the cool of the evening, finding to rise across another land. Through the rapid fusions of colours, the suns finds the perfect decline, its own colours suddenly complimenting the horizon until its seeps below. The day comes to an end; the war for the day is won. Tomorrow would be the rise of another one. The waters below dazzle and glitter until they've been left as a dark mass, the foam suddenly the clouds of the sea.

But with black comes the moon, and with the moon pops the stars. Those singular glitters of light teach us that there's much more beyond what we ever thought there was. It's always been there, it's always existed. What mattered was how we saw it as. For me, it means hope. For Ranveer, it means to do the impossible. And this is where our journey ends on the shoreline. We are packed up into the car and are taken back home where our paths change and so does our pains. Nothing remains the same.

The beach is the only place where Ranveer and I connect again. It is where we know that we're truly alike, for nature never treated people differently. We say nothing, we do nothing but stare ahead at the bountiful gift of God that lay ahead of us, simply letting our souls heal. Heal from the tragedy of living. Heal from the pains that it's being burdened with. He craves to get back upon his feet - to walk, to run, to fly alike the wind. I only crave to have his hand within mine; to hold him from falling; to let him envelop me into his arms in a comforting embrace. I want my friend back. I want my Ranveer back.

But I know that there is a long way to go for that. We hadn't even started upon a path of recovery. Yet somehow, things always find a way of falling back into its place. And here too, it will. How exactly do I know this, I don't know, but I just know it. Maa, Papa, Kaka, Kaki, everyone are praying day and night for Ranveer, hoping that he finds the strength to see through the night and cling on to the hope that there is to be a dawn at the end of the night; that some nights were darker than others, but their dawns were even more powerful.

Throughout the day, I can only see him struggle with his soul, his eyes now having taken up a darker shade of brown that I somehow can't distinguish from black. I can see the torment in his eyes, the pain that passes through them every time he sees a child walking, or running. I can see the anger that flicks through them when he hears people being ungrateful to life, constantly complaining.

"They don't know what they have," is all he tells me painfully whenever we overhear any such instance.

I take his hand into mine on such occasions, but he mistakes my affection for sympathy. And that is something that he's never been able to adjust with - being pitied at or even upon. He prefers retracting his hand away every time I hold it, and I admit it hurts. How can he expect me to comfort him without him letting me seek comfort from him first? He is my strength and my source of inspiration; he's the one who makes me believe in miracles.

And there will be a miracle. And if there isn't, I will be one for him.

Somehow, the nurse tells me that he doesn't have much of a breathing problem in these last four days. He's beginning to show signs of improvement again. She tells me not to be too happy about it for things like that are very uncertain. But I am certain about one thing - times were beginning to change. For no person was left with a life-long of suffering nor was he left with a life filled with happiness. And so is the case with Ranveer. All I need to make sure is that I make him see through the night.

Because this dawn would be the best of all.

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

Next chapter:
Epistle 35

hey sweetie 😊
loved this chapter.. and i really appreciate ishani's optimistic nature _/\_
her will to get her friend ,her ranveer back will surely gonna fruitful 😳
and then their visit to beach... made me remember one of my fav song "bin bole batein tumse karun agar tum sath ho" ❤️❤️
I just hope ranveer gets on his legs soon...
waiting for next update,
loads of love to you,
take care sweetie,
AASTHA🤗

Hey hi dear hope you are fine
Now what was this it was a complete amazing experience which I feel every time I go to sea beaches
Now starting from the start ishani feeling the pressure of exam girl u are not the only one m there in line
That's what I call last day of exam as an independence day
Poor boy fainted well he can never let go of maths paper incomplete true businessman u see
But he showed so much awesome courage of taking up exam despite deteriorated condition
O ishani she has showed her matured side in this epistle I mean literally how much she loves him how much helpless she feels after watching his cold heart blocked in his of whims of thoughts
Ranvee was ne'er that kind of guy who let others examine his heart and its pain clearly coz he never wanted sympathy all he want is proper treatment but he never complaints even for that
Now the best part was the way u described the walk on beaches every time I feel low I go running there that's the only place that helps me find solace
That magical experience of sky changing colours along with lots secret and feelings that we share with those running waves gives a surreal feel
Sorry for getting boring but beaches always make me become like that
Ishani is right he is everything to her but he won't realise it because that's what he can't even afford to think given repetted remindings he get from society of there status difference
How much c wants to heal him but for that she herself needs to heal her first
Hope they come out of this unscathed
I must say dear you are bewitching me with your writing making world around me oblivatory I already read this twice
I love these bleeding and healing heart lie updates
Sorry for blabbering too much
Thnx for pm
Waiting for next update
PS sorry i made a mistake in reviewing my previous chapter your writing always leaves me dumbstruck and
As I review from my mobile it becomes difficult for me to use emo hope u don't mind but every time you yourself can imagine a few while reading how I feel.