Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki: Episode Discussion Thread - 23
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Originally posted by: sakshi5050
wow dear beautiful chapter 😊😊😊
you are writing everything so well dear 👏👏👏
complete chapter was awesome
waiting for next update
keep writing darling 😛
Originally posted by: lifesobeautiful
Hii LM,
Its was a wonderful update Now ishani 19. And she try hand in cooking hehehe... wat a line..cook to kill hilerious...
Oh! Ishaniii.,...take to ranveer near to death
Poor ranveer finally apne sasural chla hii gya and thanx to ishani for helping her..bcor dhikra luv hospital
At the moment where ishani fear for losing her their pain,emotion everything was perfect...!! Its was so true if she's reason of her death then she's only reason of her alive..!!
Now waiting next..
Thanx for pm
Originally posted by: CarpedeimRose
LM both the epistle 65 and 66 was awesome
I just loved them alotPls continue soon drNo emoction due to net issues,next time with always of them, I will be backAwesome story,pls continueSoon dearie.
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Ranveer opened his eyes slowly, his throat feeling sore. He looked around the room sleepily, feeling the back of the palms sting as though he was connected to some kind of IV drip. How he knew this, he didn't know. Perhaps it was experience. Perhaps instinct. But he knew that he felt sore, and his nose felt weird. Waiting for his surroundings to clear a little, he let out a little gasp of exasperation when he realized where he was.
"Oh God, not again!"
A lot of people clouded his vision suddenly until everyone dispersed, until more people swam in front of his eyes in pairs of two. The Parekh clan of all the cousins and his Mota Babuji and Falguni Maa, along with his Baba. Each pair sat beside him for five minutes and inquired about his health and well-being, until they patted his shoulder, or arm, or head and let the next pair come on.
He spoke as little as possible since the doctor advised him not to do so otherwise. There were high chances of a breathlessness to arise because of the deviated septum. The cousins all reprimanded him for scaring the living daylights out of them and Ranveer couldn't help but feel gratuitous at their concern and affection, including Disha.
But his eyes only searched for one.
And surely enough, her voice reached him the moment he shut his eyes, feeling the drowsiness of the medicines the doctors had given him.
"Well, welcome back! I hope the suite is as per your requirements."
Ranveer's eyes snapped open as he turned his head to the right and saw Ishaani sitting beside him, a bored look upon her face as she fiddled with his fingers.
"Not funny, Ishaani," replied Ranveer irritably when he remembered that he had a mask upon his face. He took it off in spite of Ishaani's protests before the latter stared at him grumpily.
"Seriously, Ranveer? Have you no shame?"
"It's not like this was my fault now, was it?" he croaked in response.
Ishaani got up and brought him some water in a Styrofoam cup and made him drink it. He was bound to be thirsty after nine-hours of being knocked-out cold. Keeping the glass on the table beside the bed, she turned to look at him angry.
"Four times in almost eleven years! Keep going like this and you might set a record."
"You can't blame me for this... I'm innocent!" he protested in a weak voice, his eyes begging for mercy in front of his angry friend. She was rather scary when she was angry and he didn't like being in front of her at a time when he was this vulnerable.
"Yeah right, like I don't know about your hospital fetish by now. Is there anything that hasn't happened to you yet?" asked Ishaani coldly, her eyes now challenging.
"What do you mean?" asked Ranveer in return, wondering what she had in mind. Ishaani pulled up her fingers and began ticking off items upon them.
"Well, let's count. Gastro-intestinal internal bleeding - check. Concussion - check. Broken ribs - check. T5-injury - check. Pneumothorax - check. Neurogenic shock - check. Temporary paralysis - check. Drowning - check. Stabbing in the chest - check. Subsequent ventricular arrhythmia - quadruple check. You had that in all your four "incidents". Anaphylaxis - check. And the latest to the addition, deviated septum - check!" she shrieked in the end, not bothered about the other three patients in the room.
Ranveer flushed red.
"When you say it like that now-"
"What are you, some kind of medical progeny? I don't even think that Harry died these many times and he faced the goddamn Dark Lord!" complained Ishaani, now looking halfway between unamused, angry and exasperated.
"Well, you are no less than Vold-" began Ranveer but fell silent when she glared at him. "Yeah see, there! The basilisk stare!"
"Why you-" she threatened and he gave her a frightened look. Sobering down after a couple of minutes, she looked at Ranveer sulkily.
"This birthday official sucks! Worst birthday ever! And this year sucks even more! And you suck the most!" she whined, looking furious. Ranveer pulled her fingers within his hand and rubbed them soothingly.
"I'm sorry about that," he said in a low voice, sounding genuinely upset.
"Well, I should be the one sorry now, shouldn't I? You're here because of my carelessness. I should have tasted the spread before using it as the filling," she spoke remorsefully, staring at her feet now as she felt the tears brim into her eyes. Ranveer noticed them and tried to crack the tension with a joke.
"Um, Ishaani? The next time I say that I'm dying to see what your hand-cooked food tastes like, let's keep it metaphoric only, alright?"
"I'm not going to cook ever again. I'm just plain destructive. Whatever I do becomes-"
"Shhh, don't be stupid," whispered Ranveer as he pinned his finger upon her lip.
He hissed in pain as the IV-drip stung, Ishaani's attention drawn towards his pain instantly. But he knew that it wasn't important. He let his fingers tiredly trail across her cheek until he cupped them lovingly and smiled.
"Everybody has testing phases and times when things don't go the way the want it. What happened was an accident. It could have happened with anyone so stop beating yourself up for it so much, alright? I'm fine now, see?"
Ishaani looked at him deeply for a moment before she stroked his hair gently, her eyes staring into his own greedily as a strange gleam danced in them.
"I don't like this hobby you've made of saving my life and killing yourself for it every single time, you know?" she whispered in a quiet voice as she could feel her soul shiver underneath his gaze.
What was it about them that always threw her off her feet and made her feel high on the most intense of emotions locked in those realms of his brown gaze?
"Hey, it's not a hobby, okay? I don't like being bloodied and bruised up and dying and suffocating in the hospital this often. It's dumb and it sucks. But I'd still do this for you every single time," he retorted defensively, the passion evident in his voice in spite of the hoarseness about it. She let her fingers trail upon his cheek as she asked her next question on an impulse.
"Why?"
And for the first time, his gaze shook. There was a tension that had suddenly mounted between them as her gaze delved into his own, hungrily searching for an answer that he was afraid she would find. It was as though she could see his soul quiver with what she had just asked of him. But the truth was that it did shiver. Shiver with the fright that his heart would give it away and she'd abandon him if she learnt of the truth. Oh, what wouldn't he give to tell her the truth and rid his heart of this malicious cruelty and have an answer once and for all! Oh yes... It was just one word that would rid him of it all... Yes, he'd do it now. He'd tell her...
"Lo-" he began as he shut his eyes drowsily, the word trailing off before he even got through it.
Everything was turning black suddenly and everything was spiralling out of hand. Why was he suffocating? Wasn't love meant to be life? He wanted air... Love could wait... He needed the air without which he'd die... Some air... A little air... Air...
Just when it seemed like there was to be no more air existing in the world, he felt a blast of it enter his lungs that were more than welcome. He heard a worried voice above him, a voice he loved hearing... the voice not unlike a nightingale's. But he just wanted to sleep. He wanted to be free... Free of the burden of his one-sided, unrequited love. Oh, he wanted to sink away from all the emotions he's stuffed down his heart... He wanted to set them loose because he could no longer contain them.
And amidst all the confusion, there was suddenly calm.
-x-
"Are you alright now?"
Ranveer looked up at Ishaani to see her staring at him in concern. He felt a little disoriented.
"What happened?"
"You took off the mask, you idiot! You were not supposed to do that."
"Oh great..." he complained, rolling his eyes. Ishaani gave him a frightened look and spoke quickly.
"I'll leave you now-"
"No, please!" he shrieked and regretted it instantly. His throat still hurt. Ishaani looked alarmed but sat down quickly again.
"Alright. Um, are you okay though?" she asked as she took her hand into his own in a strong grip, as though afraid to let go.
"Yes... Although it's kinda difficult to talk with the mask on," he complained, but smiled nonetheless.
"Are you sure you want me to stay?"
"Yes..." he whispered in reassurance, his voice getting stronger by every passing minute. Ishaani looked relieved but chose to remain quiet as they held hands in silence. After some time, Ishaani spoke up again.
"Um, I, uh still am waiting for the answer to my question." This time, Ranveer stared at her with a smile upon her face. The choice was made and the answer decided.
"Loyalty," he said confidently and he could see her eyebrows wrinkle in something that looked like surprise. It was as though she was expecting something else... Something she didn't know herself, but not this. Ranveer tried to peek into her soul but the moment had passed. Both of them were lost now. He smiled at her and continued nonetheless.
"Because at the end of the day, it is my job to protect you from all harm and stand as a shield in front of you. Not just you, but for everyone in the household."
"Your loyalty amazes me, Ranveer. I've never met a person like you," she remarked after some time, the awe in her voice not gone unnoticed. And yet there was something... different, about the way she used the word 'loyalty'.
No! Your mind is playing tricks with you, Ranveer! It's the morphine!
But was it?
He felt too tired to think anymore, and so did she from the looks of it. There was no kind of expectation or disappointment in her eyes after the initial surprise neither were her eyes blocking out emotions. It was just a moment. It had passed now.
"Yes well, I am rather extraordinary. Finally you admit it!" he joked, too desperate to change the topic.
Ishaani smiled at him serenely, and decided to go with the flow as she let her voice take up a playful note. What was she playing at with her question, she herself didn't know. She wanted the awkward moment to pass before she made a fool of herself even more by asking ridiculous questions that she couldn't explain the logic behind asking.
"Got that pompous asinine air about you back now, haven't you?
"Cut me some slack, maatey! I still have a surgery tomorrow still..." he argued and she shook her head, amused. Yes, both of them let the moment pass by too eagerly before the awkwardness could set in. What the heck just happened between them?
"Do I even need the surgery, Ishaani?" asked Ranveer after some time, sounding worried.
"The doctor said that there wasn't an option because yours isn't mild."
"It's going to cost a lot, Ishaani... and you know how things have been financially for us lately."
"I know, and that's why I'm paying for your surgery from my personal savings," replied Ishaani, looking decisive.
"What? No! I'm not going to take charity-" began Ranveer, now looking irked but Ishaani cut him off adeptly, a talent she'd learnt to use upon him effortlessly from years of arguing.
"Charity? Don't make me laugh. The only reason why you have this deviated septum is because of me. So it's only fair that I pay for it."
"Ishaani, don't be foolish. Baba won't accept the money from you or even Mota Babuji even if either one of you tries," boasted Ranveer, but looked at her expression with suspicion.
"We didn't have to coz everything is already paid and done for. Your Diwali bonuses have been adjusted for the money required for the surgery, so cheers."
"What?" replied Ranveer, looking shocked. How did they always manage to do that? Ishaani seemed to have read his thoughts because the next moment, she rolled her eyes at him.
"Well, since when did money come in between us, anyway? Stop being oh so formal with me and go to sleep. I'll visit you after day after tomorrow now."
"Because of Baa?" asked Ranveer, looking sympathetic again. The old woman was a real pain at times. Sorry, at all times.
"Yeah... I think I'll drive myself to college on that day... It's the only way I'll be able to throw off the tail, I guess..." she mumbled to herself before she realized what she had spoken. She looked up to see Ranveer glaring at her.
"What are you, FBI? And wasn't once enough for you to know that you can't drive?"
"Well, you're alive right now because of my driving, mister. Sharman and Devarsh both say that I drove rather well, albeit a little rash but under the circumstances, it was totally understandable."
"You just won't give up now, will you?" huffed Ranveer as Ishaani stood up, the visiting hours almost coming to an end now. She kissed his forehead lovingly before winking at him shamelessly.
"Never heard of it."
-x-
Two days later:
"Nice of you to show up and give me company."
Ishaani opened her eyes slowly and stared around, bewildered. Wasn't she in the car just now driving to the hospital from the college when... uh oh. The accident, yes. Now she remembered. She'd blindly driven straight across the cross-road without looking to her right. She remembered something smashing into the car until it all went blank.
Now Ranveer's face swam in front of her, the plaster on his nose and underneath it making him look extremely comical and intimidating too, but Ishaani couldn't decide which. She shut her eyes as she felt her left arm in an awkward angle, along with an acute ache in it. She must have fractured it. Brilliant! Her head felt a little heavy and she felt sore. She opened her eyes again to see the mischievous look from Ranveer's face get replaced by a frown.
"I told you not to drive."
"Oh give me a break, I hurt," moaned Ishaani, looking around the room in discomfort.
"I'll call the doctor, wait."
"No... Stay with me, please. I'll feel better," she begged. She couldn't bear all of this alone. It was frightening. She needed him by her side at all times, especially during times like these.
"Alright... But don't worry, you're fine. Just a bump on the head and you've fractured your left arm. You'll need a sling for three weeks though. No other way out. Mota Babuji and Falguni Maa are rather pissed with you. Both of them say that they are fed up of your antics, really."
Ishaani remained silent as she stared at Ranveer, letting everything sink in. How had the tables turned so fast? Wasn't it just day before yesterday when she was telling him about what had happened to him and he told her how it sucked? Well, he was right - it totally sucked!
"You know what? You are right - this really sucks!" she voiced aloud, looking at him grumpily as though it was all his fault.
"Told you. And for someone being angry at me for this being my fourth near-fatal hospital visit, this is your own second visit as well," he added with badly suppressed glee in his voice. Well, not glee to be precise. More like fake glee to distract her.
"Regular accident case. Nothing extraordinary like yours though, is it?" she quipped back and he smiled sardonically.
"Yeah well, a visit is a visit."
"Just admit it, you love vacationing over here."
"None of which is my fault."
"Everything's your fault Ranveer. Including ruining my birthday. I'll have my revenge upon you for that. Mark my words," she threatened and he knew that she must be really hurting to be talking more nonsense than usual. Well, he had to tackle her still.
"By what, ruining my birthday with a deviated septum and an allergic reaction? Good luck with that," he jeered and she shot him a disdainful look.
"Well, you never know. Karma will bite you right in the ass one day," she boasted, but her voice trailed off when she saw the look on Ranveer's face. His face had gone pale and his eyes red. Oh yes, he looked angry. Not cool.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" she added grudgingly, but that didn't seem to lessen his fury any less.
"Don't say to me, say that to your parents," he replied coldly, and she sighed.
"Well, one was overdue to you as well now, wasn't it? I'm sorry, alright? I overreacted that day."
"As much as I want to rub it in your face, I won't," he replied reasonably and shot her a small smile. She smiled back in return and Ranveer took that as his go-sign to ask her about something that was pestering him for long as well.
"Um, can I ask you something?"
"Anything," she replied gently. He took her uninjured hand within his own and asked her softly.
"Why didn't you visit me at the hospital six years ago during my accident in the factory?"
"I thought you know the answer to that," she replied, but he could see that same fear cloud into her eyes again from two years ago. Now that he had walked down the path, he knew that there was no turning back. Maybe it was best if they both acknowledged the untold story than ran between them for six years.
"I want to know it from you."
"The nightmare, ofcourse," said Ishaani, looking wary. "I'd just dreamt about it the previous night and then this happened. We left our conversation at such an ugly point and the next thing I knew was that it might very well be our last conversation. And the blood... Oh there was so much blood... On Papa's hands and clothes and in the theatre when I tried to barge in..."
"You what-?"
"They threw me out ofcourse," she continued as though he hadn't interrupted. Now that she begun, she could not stop. "But what I saw... How could I face you after that, Ranveer? After what I'd done to you? Your last memory of me would have been that I was a selfish woman who only saw my needs... I didn't need you any longer so I cut you away from me..."
"I could never-"
"Then the doctors told us that you'd survived..." she continued, now as though talking more to herself than him. "You weren't stable, but atleast you were alive... I could not face you... I could not face myself after knowing that it was the second time I was the cause of your near death. My dreams returned with such nauseating clarity that seeing you fight for your life day after day like that was something I couldn't put myself through in the hospital. I was a coward."
"You- you said you hated me, when you came to meet me," he remarked slowly, and God, those words still stung.
"Ofcourse I did! Who were you to take away my share of pain and make it your own? Who were you to save my father and kill yourself for him?! Why did it matter to you so much that I should not lose my happiness and my father again after all those years of suffering and longing?! A worthless boy in exchange for my treasure of happiness was worth it in your eyes... I hated you for that!"
"So you knew," he whispered, his voice hollow. He clearly didn't expect her to know so much. Ishaani gave him a lopsided grin just as he wiped the tears away from her face.
"Always the tone of surprise. Just because I don't say it doesn't mean that I don't know it."
The two of them stared at each other as they felt the same current course through their veins with the same tension mounting between them. Their eyes refused to leave each other's, as though breaking the trance would mean walking away from the intoxicating magic of the other's gaze. Onyx and chocolate in a befuddling string of passionate fire. Ranveer felt his heart lurch in a guilt he could not place while Ishaani felt the same enigma surge through hers. What was going on, really? Why was this fourth experience of death shaking them up so bad?
"I'm sorry for putting you through so much all the time..." muttered Ranveer finally, snapping out of the electrifying stupor of her gaze.
"It's about bloody time that you are, too. Just like it sucks to bear so much physical agony for my sake, it hurts just the same to bear so much mental agony to see you do this for me. You don't just mean the world to me, Ranveer. You are my world. Remember that. I cannot imagine my life without you in it..."
"Is this you talking or the morphine?" joked Ranveer even though his heart beat irregularly.
"Look into my eyes, Ranveer. What do you think it is?"
"The morphine," replied Ranveer firmly.
He was too afraid to put any thought into this. Clearly the two of them were shaken up by the incident much more so than necessary and the medicines had made their brains go wonky. They weren't in their senses. They didn't know what they were talking anymore.
"I'll call the doctors in now. Take some rest," he suggested and got up from the stool beside her bed shakily.
"Wait, what? What about you?" she asked, realizing that she hadn't got the chance to inquire about his health till then.
"I... uh, kinda..."
"What did you do?" asked Ishaani, her tone now dead-pan. Trust him to do things like this all the time. When would he ever improve?
"I wasn't supposed to leave my room. Still need to be in bed after the surgery. So before half the hospital comes upon my tail, I better run back to my room before Mota Babuji or Falguni Maa sees me here. All of them are in the canteen right now."
Before she even had the chance to scold him, Ranveer fled from the room like a stealthy cat, disappearing from her view even before she could raise her head up. She let her head fall upon the pillow useless and grumbled underneath her breath.
"You are never going to improve."
11th February, 2007:
All's well that ends well.
Ishaani and I are both back home. The doctor has confined me to a month-long bed rest which is something I cannot escape from, so I'll have to stick with it. Along with lectures from half the Parekh household about how careless I am with my health, starting with Ishaani. She's doing pretty alright too but she'll have to have the sling on for three weeks. No option. But atleast she's lucky that it was her left hand. Both of us have to go for weekly checkups and that's something we both aren't looking forward to but its okay, I guess.
Mota Babuji and Falguni Maa were mad at Ishaani but they didn't let it out on her. Well, they know how sensitive she is. But if there's only one good thing that came out of this, it's that Ishaani's house arrest has come to an end. After Mota Babuji came to know the reason of her madness with the car, he went and argued about it to Baa. She had no option but to let go of the punishment under his anger. She isn't too happy about it but well... never mind her.
Baba didn't look too happy with me either with this whole fiasco and I don't blame him. Maa had gotten paranoid and went all loony upon me on the phone when she heard about my accident two years ago with the floods. Well, she made me take all sorts of kasams and promises, but... well, her wrath is something I need to be protected from. Baba gave me such a long lecture when I got home that I'm surprised he didn't hit me. Well he can't, not with the funny bandage on my nose. I look hideous with it.
And that's even the worst of my concerns. The last time Ishaani and I were under house arrest after the floods, we were nearly driven mad with all the tablets and medication and bed rest. It really sucks. And this time, since both of us have been confined to three whole worthless weeks of it, both of us are going to be helpless against all the sneaking out and helping the other have a better time out of all the smothering love and affection showered upon during our ill-health.
Thankfully I don't have to go to college now since I have a month long study break. So now along with my studies and my job, I need to get cracking on the thesis paper. I've just completed 35% of it. Only a miracle can save me now to have the submission on time exactly a month and twenty days later. I swear, once my exams are done, I can focus upon the novel and Ishaani's book as well. I haven't worked upon either of them in almost two months now. I really need to get working on them.
I just hope that I can get it ready on time and keep it away from Ishaani at the same time. She has such an impeccable timing to pop up at all the wrong times that it's becoming harder and harder to keep this as a mystery now. God give me the strength to keep this a mystery from her. I want this to be a surprise for her. She's been wanting me to write a novel for so long now! Her wish is my command, and since the 26th July floods gave me the weird dreams and the subsequent inspiration for the plot of the novel, there was no reason why I couldn't give it a try. I'm writing it for her anyway. Her favourite genre.
Maybe I should ask her to make me a painting as well. She's taken a lot of fascination to art and paintings in these last six years, especially after the one I made her. She's gotten really, really good with her ability to narrate stories through her paintings and they're such beautiful ones at that. Purveyor of arts, Mota Babuji calls her proudly. Even he loves collecting paintings of renowned artists from centuries before and Ishaani happens to have the same taste. What do they intend to do by spending so much money behind them beats me.
Ishaani says that it's like a personal collection that she and Mota Babuji are just plain possessive about and have a hobby of collecting. Well, good luck with that. I'm no painter except for those two bits that I did which till this date I don't know how I did. But I know I bled my heart into them. Maybe that's why Ishaani loves them so much. Especially the one I gifted her. She's so possessive about it that I think she'll tear the world apart should anything happen to that painting ever. But I'm glad that she loves it so much. In a way, she loves my heart then.
That's reassuring.
You know... this reminds me. She finally confessed about why she didn't come to visit me at the hospital six years ago. I... I knew what the reason was ever since I found out about her nightmare but I didn't know exactly to what extent it had affected her. Or any of these accidents affect her until this point. I feel so, so... terrible. I've been meaning to protect her from all trouble and pains and miseries, but I never realized that it turned into a trouble and pain and misery for her anyway. It's like an irony - pain is always there where pain is meant to be. I may save her from physical agonies, but the mental ones I still manage to leave upon her.
She tries to save me by killing herself mentally; I try to save her by killing myself physically. But I will make it up to her. Oh yes, I will. I think it's something that I need to do. I don't give her enough credit for how much she does for me, and she gives me too much credit for what I do for her. It's time to balance the odds and the perfect occasion is on its way.
Oh no, no, no, no and no.
Nothing that you're thinking.
But yes, why should that mean that I cannot tell her how thankful I am that she's in my life and how much I love and appreciates what she does for me? She has the right to know how much she means to me. She has the right to see through my heart, my soul, and know all my secrets. All but one. Even that she'll know one day - the day when the time is right. That moment should be perfect. But that is all in a future I can only dream about. For now, all she needs to know is how lucky I am to have her in my life as my best friend, my light, my inspiration to fight for my dreams and my reason to live.
And my partner in crime all the time.
Constructive criticism will be more than welcome and sorry for any typos. :D :D
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Epistle 68
Originally posted by: dvprt418.py
Hi dear!
Look at the guy the first thing comes to his mind after gaining consciousness is not again and here you guys have developed a medical fancies for him. 😆 😆
So this girl will never improve she always does something which lands him in hospital then goes all gaga over how he enjoys his vacation there girls 😉
That whole counting on what all have he gone through and then comparison with harry and you-know-who-shouldnt-be-named was just blimey I loved that and laughed hard over it. 🤣
It's a hobby for both of them to kill each other and save each other it's like they are testing pain and death. 😕
LM you are cruel and your fantasies are heartless 🥱 sorry just kidding he was this close to saving both of them from all the agonies and pain in future but you cut his confession by two letters and she even our dumbo for the first time she was expecting something sensible but you threw cold water on our and hers expectations seriously. 😉 😭
Sorry for my words.
OK so then comes something from his mouth which he values more then even love his loyalty he is master in faking and she is dumbest alive to believe him.
So much emotions flowing over in this chapter each overwhelming biput they are controlling he because he wants to hide it and she because want to know it. 👏 👏
There eyelocks are seriously most amazing I love the way you write them 👏 👏
This girl is total kick ass in your ff when it comes to ranveer nothing else matters. And then she ended up herself being there wow true soulmates. 😆 😆
And now she realised what it feels like to be in ranveer's shoes in sense of always landing up in hospital was she drunk and driving.
Karma is seriously a bitch whatecer happened COmes back to her
Finally she gave the reason why she won't visit him in hospital and his dying image was too painfull for her to bear but girl she tried to barge in OT she has got guts. 😈
You know though ranveer's physical pain is too much but her mental agony is no less he is her world and nothing apart from him matters her.
These both are stupidest alive he ran from his ward to see her and she ran from home to see him they should me given trophies for their foolishness 🤪
They are back home safe and sound though not the other one but atleast better than before
Finally he realised that he needs to show that hidden emotion of his that could make her realise how much overwhelmed he is by having her in his life. That was long overdue sometimes it's not the emotion but the words need to do the talking to show a person how much they mean to us and how lucky we are to have them with us
Now most important thing is this painting fantasy of father daughter is related to the exhibition she is going to keep in the interludes like she has started developing paintings which have story behind them and now in present time is she going to use it
Also one more thing ranveer's that painting is so dear to her that she will turn the world upside down where is it now and what Is she doing now
LM you left me in so many boggling thoughts you and your mystery is the most confusing ones and I just live them no matter how much they pester my brain.
One question that always leave me speechless us inspite of knowing everything and his live and loyalty for her what the hell happened that night that she let her brain overpower her heart in case of ranveer?
I liked this chapter a lot overall It was relief after the whole fiasco
Amazingly brilliant job.
Thnx for pm
Waiting for next
Originally posted by: harisha39
The epistle was just awesome and just try to post the interlude 15 soon plz plz plz dear😭
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