#3 ~FF: Untold Stories~ - Page 83

Originally posted by: matsh1

Beautiful darling!

Originally posted by: IshveerForever

😆 okay then , i will be waiting 😉 until then , Adios chika

Epistle 72: The Clash of Age and Youth

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17th July, 2007:

I think if I stay another minute in this house with all the baffling and bewildering mysteries of everyone, I'll need to book myself up at the asylum for certain. What is the matter with everyone?! Ranveer's driving me crazy with the applications, Maa about the marriage thing and Papa about my studies! Let's start with Ranveer first.

He's gone mad with the applications! It's been fifteen days and he's taken the house upon his head. Okay, not the house upon his head, but he's driven his parents and myself mad! He's gotten all panicky and antsy all of a sudden. These things take time, for crying out loud! You just don't get a job in the blink of an eye and you need to answer interviews first. But he's suddenly gotten all twitchy. He says that he needs to find a job as soon as he can so that he can stabilize his family income.

He's refused to let Papa use his influence to get him a job. He says that if he's going to do this, he's going to do this on merit. Even he knows the odds and the way these vultures in the interviews are going to pry and tear down his background into shreds over his qualifications. But Ranveer won't listen to anything else! Whatever he does, he wants to do it on his own capability. Idiot.

He's sent his CV to above thirty good companies so far and is waiting for a response, but he hasn't received any so far. He's even refused to state the fact that he's been working for Papa unofficially for the last seven years. He says he wasn't being paid for it and neither was he an employee. He was doing it for the thrill of it. The idiot doesn't realize that all his troubles would go away if he just picked up the ace card and mentioned it. But like the chivalrous moron he is, he says that if things get difficult, it was only then that he'd mention about the alliance.

"I won't use the cheat so easily without atleast trying first," he tells me.

Honestly, I wonder how he even topped his class when his application of brains are zero! He tells me that I live in a world of my own right now, too naive and innocent to see the twisted ways of the real world, but isn't he being the naive one right now? I just hope that after all the efforts he's put into getting the grades (especially that dumb thesis paper) it all pays off. I hope that he gets the job on merit, because I may say what I want, but I wouldn't like to be hired on influence either. Ask me what it feels like.

But then again, we can't get that fussy too now, can we? Especially when the odds are so difficult.

And like I have lesser things to worry about that even Papa is driving me crazy about it. He's asking me to convince Ranveer somehow but the latter just won't listen! If that's not enough, Papa's been getting more and more pestering about focusing upon my own studies as of late, saying that I had to do as well as Ranveer if I wanted to achieve something in life. Wasn't there enough pressure to match up to Ranveer already without this? Papa doesn't compare like that, but he wants me to follow Ranveer's footsteps in terms of hard work and dedication. Kill me.

And just when I think of a nice relaxing afternoon all for myself, Maa happens! She's been acting all funny as of late. Ranveer was right - the mid-age crisis really suck with mothers. I still find Kaki much better off than Maa though, because my woman I think has actually taken a contract of driving me crazy with her hormones. Take today afternoon for instance and the bizarre conversation we had.

What was I doing, really? Just sitting on the bed and reading a novel. How do you end up giving a lecture about life and whatnots for that, and how does Ranveer get into it at the end with such a mysterious cliffhanger? And what's wrong with reading a novel in my free time? It's not like I'm procrastinating or something. Just because Sharman bhaiyya is doing his last year in Law and Devarsh is doing his MBBS and Ranveer just completed his BA majoring in Quantitative Mathematics and Economics, it doesn't mean that I have to study like a possessed person.

I can't study that way, but my study pattern is perfectly healthy and I score well too. I'm no topper, but atleast my marks are up to the mark. But no. Maa wants to go ahead and scold me for reading the novel. It's not even like I was reading some kind of thriller (God, I hate them! Too much suspense to take!), or even "that" kind of one. A perfectly simple love story! But no, Maa has got an allergy to that also.

Okay, I know that she's overly touchy and averse to the whole "love" concept because of what's happened with her, but just because it happened with her doesn't mean that it has to happen with everyone. Papa isn't like that now, is he? I've never seen a man love more selflessly than him. But no, Maa just went on her typical rants which just don't make sense because she keeps contradicting what she says.

Or maybe she's just biased and considers women to be inferior to men. If I want to cuss, I'd call it BS but since I promised Ranveer that I wouldn't, let's keep it to 'balance sheet'. Safe code word. So today, like I told you, I was just sitting in my room reading my novel (the book in question was Wuthering Heights) when Maa came into my room out of nowhere.

"Ishaani, shouldn't you be studying?" she asked and that managed to catch my attention. I looked up to her see standing at the doorpost, looking positively furious.

"Maa, it's just July. I don't have my exams until October and it's a Sunday!" I whined in response, and she shut the door behind her. I cocked my eyebrows at her as she sat beside me, looking exasperated.

"That does not mean that you can take the liberty of an off," she said coldly, and I roledl my eyes at her. What else do you expect me to do, really? Parents. What's with all the sudden pressure, I don't understand.

"Maa, please. I'm not Ranveer too study so much in a day," I argued and Maa only granted me a dispassionate look. What has gotten into her these days? She's just getting obsessive!

"He's not stupid, he's hardworking," retorted Maa sharply, giving me a disapproving look now. "He knows what he has to do with his life."

"Well, so do I," I countered confidently, but all she did was smirk. Smirk! Sufficient enough to shake my confidence. Doesn't she know that I have issues with my confidence by now? Honestly, I wonder sometimes whether she knows me at all.

"Oh really? What's that?" she questioned me even though we both knew it was more of a challenge. I grit my teeth in response.

"Go to US to complete my MBA," I asserted defiantly, and she hissed at me in response.

"I think we've already had this discussion once," she said after some time, her tone now displeased. What's the point of asking me to study in the first place when she won't let me do what I want to?

"Then Ranveer is coming with me, like was the proposed solution," I bluffed, knowing very well that just like the 26th July floods fiasco, this solution of taking Ranveer along with me was also a trap. But I had to put my foot down now. Enough is enough. Why should I not get the chance to study and make a career for myself when everyone is getting the chance to the do the same, including Ranveer?

"What about your future?" asked Maa, looking annoyed.

"What do you mean?" I shot back, faking a bewildered look even though I knew where the conversation was headed.

"Your career aside, you need a good financial stability in life too," began Maa slowly, deliberately emphasizing on financial stability. I gave her a dirty look in return, knowing well enough what she was trying to imply. But I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction that soon.

"Yeah, so I do have you people and also if need be, I'll work in US as well," I replied carefully, making sure not to let my facade fall away. It was working, and I could see that my stupid replies were riling her up more and more. Oh, it was so satisfying in a way...

"I'm not talking about that," said Maa, looking chagrined. I simply shrugged my shoulders and feigned an innocence that both of us knew wasn't present at all.

"Then stop talking in circles and get to the point, Maa," I told her, and she gasped at my audacity.

She looked close to slapping me I think, but either way even if she did have the thought in mind, she didn't do anything about it. Taking a deep breath as though she was about to embark upon the most tedious mission of her life, she looked at me sympathetically.

"I do hope you realize that you'll be turning twenty-one soon," she remarked in a blank voice, taking my hand in her own. I pulled away my hand at the suggestive look on her face, unable to control myself any longer.

"Oh God, not that again, Maa!" I exclaimed, sounding repulsed.

There was a limit to this discussion now. It was madness! But now that I'd let slip my facade, there was no turning back. I'd have to see this conversation through the end. And it seemed like Maa had come over here exactly for that.

"It's a Parekh tradition, and I'm afraid Baa is orthodox about it. I'm not going to let her win by making you prioritize your career over your future life because that's what she wants. For you to not get a good boy for yourself," she added, as though she wasn't clear enough before. Yeah right, like I don't know the politics of the house after stays amidst the societal fools for eleven years.

"I'm happy to make the decision on my own, thank you," I sneered pointedly and Maa bit her lip. She did that when she too angry to express herself in words.

"Mind your tone, Ishaani," she reprimanded in a grave voice.

Well, she didn't take crap from anyone, and I was to be the last person dishing it at her. I'm surprised that she even maintained her cool for so long. Wow, she really must be desperate or else Baa must have pushed her into it with her usual 'illegitimate' taunts.

"And Baa isn't going to let you do a love marriage," said Maa as an afterthought, looking at me strangely.

"Papa did it though now, didn't he?" I opined, looking at my mother in pity.

The strain was really cracking her. Maa looked at me dumbly, as though I'd stolen away her speech. My come back was either too good or too much for her to take, but either way, it didn't demotivate her. If anything, it made her become more determined.

"That was different. He was a boy," she stated in a lame attempt at logic and I scoffed at her openly. I didn't bother hiding my sentiments on the matter.

"And so what, I can't because I'm a girl?" I asked, the ridicule in my voice evident. Maa narrowed her eyes at me in warning.

"If you want a blunt answer, then yes," she spat out, looking irate. Well, I was certainly crossing a lot of boundaries today.

"Then I'm sorry, I don't agree to this. Marriage is something one needs to be prepared for. We're not even fully mature adults till twenty-five! Twenty-one is like being a child!" I yelled aloud, now fed up of the same point and the same explanation being given over and over again. What was the matter with them? Which fool thought about marriage at twenty-one anyway?!

"You do have to get married some time or the other. Gauri's getting married next June," remarked Maa pointedly, and I rolled my eyes at her. Got the name of one fool. And it's not even like Gauri di's marrying with her own consent. She's doing it because she has to. Out of helplessness, not choice.

"That's her decision to get married. I won't get married at twenty-one," I stated with finality in my voice as I dared to meet my mother's eyes, challenging her to contradict me now.

"That's not your call to make," she hissed back heatedly, her eyes now projecting the frenzy her tone was unable to.

I sighed, knowing that nothing was going to stop my mother until she had it her way. This was an irritating attribute that I'd unfortunately inherited from her and it was quite handy too. But when pitted against each other, it was all a matter of the egos.

"I think that's only my call to make. I still need to complete my post-graduation and get a job for myself and become independent before I think about settling down. US is on the cards right now, not marriage," I tried to explain, hoping that my mother would just get the cue and drop the subject. But since when did parents get the cue to drop it anyway? Oh, if only Ranveer was here to save me somehow...

"You can complete your education after you get married too," argued Maa as though trying to sell me a free cookie. I gave her an annoyed look.

"Oh please, Maa. You've got to be kidding me! Like I don't know what's to happen anyway!" I replied in an excited tone, her theories now irking me even more so. At that point of time, I thought that things couldn't get any worse.

Well, it was just the beginning.

"There's no need to be so sour about that, Ishaani. You're a girl with a golden spoon in your mouth. You've got everything you've asked for. I don't see why your in-laws or even your husband for that matter would refuse," continued Maa with the same sugar-coated tone. Couldn't she see that it wasn't working? Or was it?

"That's one among the several snags. I'm not going to marry any random person. If I'm going to marry, it's got to be a love marriage then," I stated decisively, springing up from the bed and turning my face away from her. She pulled me around rudely, her grip upon my arm vice-like.

"You're a fool if you keep stock in love. Love is for the weak," she added venomously, hoping that it was poison my views on love.

"That depends upon how you see it," I retorted back and she gasped.

She shook my shoulders roughly, as though hoping that I'd understand the horror she'd lived through. How could I, when Papa's love was stronger than her hate for the concept?

"Your father abandoned me when I needed him the most! I left my world from him but what did I get in return? A child who was abandoned along with me just because he sought to make a life of his own. The world is a cruel place, Ishaani. Love doesn't exist!" she shrieked, looking exactly like a demented maniac. I freed my arms away from her grip and shook my head resolutely.

"You're wrong, Maa. It does. And Papa is a living example of it," I said proudly, but she only spared me a mocking smile.

"And why do you think that he fell in love with me?" she questioned suddenly, and I admit that the question did catch me off-guard. When I chose to remain silent and not meet eyes with her, she pulled my chin up so that our eyes met. She looked possessed.

"Ishaani, you were four when I first met him at the hospital. You were ill and I did not even have the money to pay for your admission. And yet he voluntarily offered me not just money, but also a job when he learnt of my situation. Why do you think that was?"

"I don't see where you are getting with this," I began, at a loss of words for how best to avoid her point. I knew what she was trying to insinuate.

"This world doesn't run with your heart anymore, Ishaani. People love you for your looks, not your soul. Your father is no exception. He fell for my looks, not my brains. No man cares about how capable a woman is if she doesn't have the looks," completed Maa, her tone disgusted yet echoing a reality that I knew wasn't far-fetched. But I didn't want to believe it. Why should I, when I know that people like Papa and Ranveer do exist?

"That is just outrageous, and something like this coming from a woman like you is just-" I began once again but left my sentence incomplete. I couldn't complete it because words were beginning to fall short to express my repulsion at the thoughts my mother were voicing out.

"It's ugly, but it's the truth, Ishaani. Love is a very sweet concept on paper, but in a world where all are opportunists, you need to look out for yourself," she voiced aloud, talking my hand in her own as she suddenly looked forlorn and tired.

And the transition frightened me. I made her sit upon the bed quickly and sat beside her, now looking at her with the pain of a dejection that my mother's response that instigated in my heart.

"I thought you were the one who always wanted me to become a self-made and independent woman who achieved things on her own merit, and not with the charity of others," I spoke in a low voice, the words choking in my throat.

Were those just words? Did I really have no right to choose what I did with my life? Was this the burden of being a girl that all women of our gender despise so much?

"And I do, but not at the cost of an illusion that doesn't work in the real world," she explained, looking bereaved all of a sudden.

Had the heartbreak in love done that much damage to her that she could never trust again? Had it damaged and left her broken to the point that she could never become the same, no matter what? Wasn't Papa's love enough to fix the broken pieces of her heart, was all I could wonder. But I knew there was no answer to my question. Or maybe there was. I just didn't want to know it.

"You are an independent and well-educated woman yourself," I stated in monotony, my own chain of thoughts suddenly disturbing enough for me to tolerate. Had Ranveer not been so busy today, I would have dumped all my thoughts upon him.

"Neither of which came in handy. All that came in handy were my looks. That's it," she replied and I could sense that resignation in her voice that her face clearly refused to show.

"That's materialistic, Maa. And I refuse to believe that the whole world is like that. You were just unlucky," I said, hoping to be reasonable. If anything, it was as though somebody had ignited a time bomb.

"You are naive, Ishaani. You don't know how the world works! You need to be emotionally independent from the burden of relationships. Nothing comes to your aid. None of this. Only money and looks!" she yelled at me, but I could not even empathize.

Oh, the world was cruel alright. But what fear did I have as long as I had Papa and Ranveer in my life? There were my protectors. My invisible benefactors.

"You're different, Maa. You choose to believe so. But I see things differently," I justified, wondering how someone could become so cold in life. It only just made me think more about the tragedies of living.

"So what, you think you can change this world and leave a mark upon it with a degree from the US? You think that'll change how the society perceives you at the end of the day - the black sheep of the Parekh family?" she questioned me, the incredulity in her voice evident.

She obviously thought very little of me in that matter and I won't deny that it didn't sting. It did. But I know better now than to expect moral support from her, truth be said.

"I don't give a damn to what people think or tag me as. And if that's why I'm being made to marry again because I'm like some kind of defective goods that has to be done away with, then I'm sorry but I'm happier being unmarried and independent on my own two feet rather than needing a man to support me," I replied instantly, my eyes never leaving her face once. My reply left her stupefied and I was glad that it did leave that effect upon her. I'd had enough.

"It's a man's world, Ishaani. You don't know what you're up against," said Maa finally after some time, still looking lost for words. The warning in her tone didn't go amiss by me though.

"We marry out of love, not for a free ATM machine," I voiced bluntly, hoping that the stupid conversation would just end. In spite of everything said and done between us, Maa still wasn't ready to give up. Stubborn woman.

"More often than not, love has no importance when you have an empty stomach at the end of the day," she retorted coldly, and I knew that she's referring to the times when there were several days where she'd only manage to earn sufficient amount of money to feed me alone.

Those were some dark and difficult days. But those days had gone by. Never forget the lessons you learn, but don't let them blind you to the point of oblivion either.

"If I'm marrying, it'll be because I find my life partner in that person - someone I can share my happiness and sorrows with. Not because I need the financial stability in life," I repeated, hoping that my straight-forward attitude would simply put an end to a now-disastrous discussion. It was turning into a torture. My mother and I could never agree on this. Ever.

"Oh, that's what every girl thinks, Ishaani. Even I believed the same with all the passion when I was your age. When reality slaps you awake from the fantasy in the form of life, you learn to draw the lines between them," she reminded me, the same disdain in her voice present every time someone spoke about true love.

I smiled at her sardonically even though out of nowhere I could feel the tears spring into my eyes. I'd learnt a lot from my mother through her experiences and trials, but I did not like what life had turned her into.

"I don't understand your problem, Maa. If Papa and Ranveer have so much faith in me, why don't you?" I asked her, my voice suddenly reflecting a despondency at the fact that my mother didn't hold that same kind of faith in me like Papa and Ranveer do.

But what did my mother know of my capabilities anyway?

Or did she?

"Because your father doesn't know how judgmental the world is and Ranveer doesn't know what he's up against either," replied Maa in a shallow voice, her eyes not meeting my own.

"I think both of them know exactly what their up against, Maa. Just say that you don't have that faith in me," I accused and she looked up at me, stricken. She gives me a sad smile, and I felt my heart crack.

"Scorn all you want, Ishaani. One day, you'll understand," she whispered, now staring at her own hands. There were no tears in her eyes or pain in her voice - just a cold, icy heart that refused to love and trust anymore.

"Whatever it is, nothing is going to change my decision about going to the US," I said, albeit this time in a positive tone. I wanted to convince her for it, not coerce or blackmail her into agreeing for it.

Maa remained silent for several minutes before she finally looked up, her eyes now afire with a strong emotion I could not place.

"And you are selfish enough to let Ranveer sacrifice his career and life for you just to be your bodyguard?" she asked me, her tone suddenly curious.

This was not something I was expecting and was clearly something I hadn't thought through or like my mother was glad enough to make me realize, I'd taken for granted. I stuttered, not knowing how to deny the accusation of the question. Maa smiled at me stiffly.

"Just because he's your friend, that does not mean that you take his existence for granted. He's your driver and your servant right now but he's got a life of his own too," she remarked and I gasped in shock.

"How dare you call him that!?" I yelled at her, suddenly sounding like a batty old woman. She smiled at me the same way, her voice now dangerously low.

"I'm not calling him anything. But you're treating him like one if you are arrogant enough to make him do it," she shot back and it hit me straight in the heart. How could she even think of me that way!?

"Say sorry! Say sorry right now!" I shrieked, feeling an anger like never before as my mother now begun making her way towards the door. She turned back and played my trick on me. The bewildered facade. Oh, it was the last straw I needed!

"Why're you taking it so personally?" she asked me, looking curious.

It felt so genuine, and yet I had a hard time trying to read her mind. I was terrible at reading minds, especially hers. The others I could still decipher a little. My mother was a complete mystery to me.

"He's my best friend, that's why! How could you even insinuate that I'd do such a thing to him?!" I exploded, horrified by her still calmness. But why did it sting me so much?

"More often than not, we end up hurting the people the worst who we love the most," she replied, a cruel smile upon her face.

She knew... She knew that her statement pricked me. She knew something that I didn't, just like mothers were gifted with. What was it?

"Nonsense!" I fumed once again, hoping that the one word would be sufficient to defend myself. If anything, I began to feel even stupider than before. Maa smiled at me acidly.

"Yell all you want, Ishaani. It doesn't change the truth. I can trust Ranveer enough to know that he'd sacrifice it all and is even willing to die for you, and he's proved it several times. But would you be willing to do the same for him?" she questioned, her tone suddenly derisive.

I recoiled back at her statement, too shocked to think of an answer. What was my mother up to? Why was she doing this to me?

"I- Why yes, ofcourse! I'd never do anything that'd hurt him or bring him any kind of setback in life!" I replied back, although I felt a sudden prick in my heart.

What Ranveer did for me I could never repay him back for, no matter what. And just like that, I could see what she was meaning to say. I was about to speak when I noticed the softened features upon my mother's face that were as rough as the scales of a fish just moments ago. I was honestly having a tough time in trying to understand what my mother was playing at.

"Good, because I care for and value that boy a lot. And I will not allow you to bring upon him any kind of unnecessary pain after everything he's been through for you," she stated and I could sense the affection in her voice for me.

It made me resent the situation a little less, but her sudden antagonism for me baffled me. What wrong had I done her anyway? All I'd done was speak my mind out and choose for myself. Was that so wrong?

"Now what's that supposed to mean?" I shot at her in question, now infuriated. She smiled cuttingly.

"Sit down, think and evaluate. Start prioritizing your life because there's neither order nor method in it. Just illusions and fancies," she replied, her tone now sounding on the line of disappointment.

But that was the least of my worries. What on Earth was with her contradicting everything she spoke today? Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Maa about to leave the room and that was enough to bring my thoughts to an abrupt halt.

"I don't understand. If you associate everything with money and looks, why do you care about Ranveer so much? I don't think he has what you "supposedly" are looking for," I asked her inquisitively.

I really did want to know what my mother was trying to imply, especially with those mocking smiles of hers. She turned around and gave me an enigmatic look.

"Logic defines what the brains knows but cannot defy what the heart feels," was what she told me, to quote her perfectly. She didn't bother to elaborate any further, but I could still see that spark of softness in her eyes for Ranveer.

"Now what's that supposed to mean?" I questioned, sure that my head would explode with all the mystery and stupidity of our conversation. Maa looked at me pensively for a moment, before shrugging her shoulders and whispering to herself more than me.

"You'll come to know when the time comes."

And we just stared at each other for than infinitesimal amount of time before she left the room, leaving behind the echo of her last statement. There was something... powerful, about the way our eyes met. As though she was trying to tell me something. Something that I should have known... Something that I should have been aware about by now, but I was not.

An answer right in front of my eyes and hidden by a veil. Argh, that's it! I'm not thinking anymore! I'm tired and I'm fed up of this conversation and I'm exhausted!

Ishaani stared at her diary tiredly, the emotional exhaustion from reliving her conversation with her mother now overwhelming her. She didn't realize that her hand moved once again in her characteristically neat handwriting, writing the same question she refused to think about just moments ago in spite of herself.

But what was she trying to tell me, really?

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

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Epistle 73

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Hi dear!!!!
hope you are fine?
howz your studies going on?
ishani o I so missed her banter from last few chapters😳
poor girl everyone is driving her mad with their antics😆
so ranveer the chivalrous is looking out for job and is also expecting that he should get it the day he applied for them 😉but we cannot blame him its the condition which is forcing him to do that😕 but why is he denying the work he did himself he handled PAREKH empire but he always have this habit of being behind the curtains
Harshad and ishani should do an emotional drama thats the only thing that work upon that idiot🥱
well expectations do run high when someone frpm our family achieve new heights and i guess harshad has a hidden motive also which is one way is to help his follower achieve his love or his ultimate destiny so its bound that he is expecting his girl to become successful well this my another stupid guess🤓
Falguni its been so long no gyaan from her side🤪here she comes banging right at her head for the most controversial topic🤣
i dont understand one thing harshad is too much inclined towards love and falguni is staunch opposer is that the reason their daughter became so much reckless in love and acheiving it 🤓is the extreme of two made another extreme third one 🤣but the poor irony of life is she always wanted to protect her daughter from getting hurted in love and all she got at the end was brutal crushing of her most pious feeling😒
code words for cussing🤣 this girl cracks me up😆 she loves to play with fire she knows very well that how much her answers are pestering her mom but she is enjoying it nonetheless🤣
falguni does know it that she wants a love marriage or is it she is sensing something😉
does ranveer know that the pestering habit of getting with her way is inherited from her mother staightaway with reloaded version in ishani
Though Falguni respects harshad i just wish had she respected his feelings more bechara akele ka pyar kafi hai ye gaate na firta🤣 it was more of like a consolation sentence for everyone who was not getting his love😲
that one point how girls are supposed to carry on with their tradition was very well said its the truth which most of our friends witness very few are the lucky ones who decide what they want and they get it even in case of ishani same thing happened with her in due course of time and sometimes girls are so happy in their illusioned world that fail to notice the much important self dependence they need.
i dont blame falguni here because she is just protecting her naive innocent child from cruelities of world which she have witnessed very well and her condition how cold lifeless ishani would have become now the only saving grace that she did not succumbed to those wounds but fought the world single handedly.👏
LM in this whole chapter the way you have pointed out the mental struggle of ishani to accept what her mom is saying and to accept what her heart says was simply superb it showed clearly how she lacked confidence when facing harsh realities of life and her dependence on her benefactors for that👏👏 Finally Falguni was proved right but only for time being but i like the way ishani fought back through her tough times only to prove her loved ones those who trusted her right 👏👏
LM i have a question Falguni wasvery smart and she knows very well that what is love so wasnt sheablr to see ranveer's love or is it that she saw that and used this as weapon to convince her daughter as she knows thta ishani was too innocent to understand the hidden meaning of all those feelings she has towards ranveer?🤔
Falguni used the best she could to convince her girl i mean whatever she said was a complete truth and thats why it stung so badly to ishani but she was clearly avoiding the fact and was clinging to her theory.😕 But real game changer wasd falguni she hit two birds with a stone ita like convincinng ishani and making her aware of the reality around her.🤓
well its just my stupid theory since i have got ample amount of time in my hand to review this post so its like my bantering has taken over.
whatever but i guess this conversation must have rubbed effect on ishani and also palyed a role in convincing her when ranveer was going for his masters.
Is everyone antaryami its like everyone knows that ishani cannot do the same for ranveer what he has done for her and also they know that ishani is capable of hurting him the most painfull😲
does falguni meant that she knows ishani will hurt him sometime because as per your previous epistle ishani loves and cares for ranveer more than herself but when she is hurt then she hurt him also falguni knows that ranveer is that one person who loves her very much and she genuinely believe in it.
had ishani known the meaning of that one sentence life would have been easier falguni seriously don't know her girl is too dumb to realise anything or understand hidden meanings🤣
amazing chapter linking many past ansd present actions and also why their behaviour was like that.
one last question does falguni knew what happened between them that night because if she cared so much about hurting ranveer then she would have definitely asked ishani why ranveer left her?
o girl you are too much mysterious and increase our curiosity by dropping hints and leaving cliffhangers 😆
LM as i said this wa seriously very nicechapter i liked it a lot
thnx for pm
waiting for next
take care of yourself

Originally posted by: dvprt418.py

Hi dear!!!!
hope you are fine?
howz your studies going on?
ishani o I so missed her banter from last few chapters😳
poor girl everyone is driving her mad with their antics😆
so ranveer the chivalrous is looking out for job and is also expecting that he should get it the day he applied for them 😉but we cannot blame him its the condition which is forcing him to do that😕 but why is he denying the work he did himself he handled PAREKH empire but he always have this habit of being behind the curtains
Harshad and ishani should do an emotional drama thats the only thing that work upon that idiot🥱
well expectations do run high when someone frpm our family achieve new heights and i guess harshad has a hidden motive also which is one way is to help his follower achieve his love or his ultimate destiny so its bound that he is expecting his girl to become successful well this my another stupid guess🤓
Falguni its been so long no gyaan from her side🤪here she comes banging right at her head for the most controversial topic🤣
i dont understand one thing harshad is too much inclined towards love and falguni is staunch opposer is that the reason their daughter became so much reckless in love and acheiving it 🤓is the extreme of two made another extreme third one 🤣but the poor irony of life is she always wanted to protect her daughter from getting hurted in love and all she got at the end was brutal crushing of her most pious feeling😒
code words for cussing🤣 this girl cracks me up😆 she loves to play with fire she knows very well that how much her answers are pestering her mom but she is enjoying it nonetheless🤣
falguni does know it that she wants a love marriage or is it she is sensing something😉
does ranveer know that the pestering habit of getting with her way is inherited from her mother staightaway with reloaded version in ishani
Though Falguni respects harshad i just wish had she respected his feelings more bechara akele ka pyar kafi hai ye gaate na firta🤣 it was more of like a consolation sentence for everyone who was not getting his love😲
that one point how girls are supposed to carry on with their tradition was very well said its the truth which most of our friends witness very few are the lucky ones who decide what they want and they get it even in case of ishani same thing happened with her in due course of time and sometimes girls are so happy in their illusioned world that fail to notice the much important self dependence they need.
i dont blame falguni here because she is just protecting her naive innocent child from cruelities of world which she have witnessed very well and her condition how cold lifeless ishani would have become now the only saving grace that she did not succumbed to those wounds but fought the world single handedly.👏
LM in this whole chapter the way you have pointed out the mental struggle of ishani to accept what her mom is saying and to accept what her heart says was simply superb it showed clearly how she lacked confidence when facing harsh realities of life and her dependence on her benefactors for that👏👏 Finally Falguni was proved right but only for time being but i like the way ishani fought back through her tough times only to prove her loved ones those who trusted her right 👏👏
LM i have a question Falguni wasvery smart and she knows very well that what is love so wasnt sheablr to see ranveer's love or is it that she saw that and used this as weapon to convince her daughter as she knows thta ishani was too innocent to understand the hidden meaning of all those feelings she has towards ranveer?🤔
Falguni used the best she could to convince her girl i mean whatever she said was a complete truth and thats why it stung so badly to ishani but she was clearly avoiding the fact and was clinging to her theory.😕 But real game changer wasd falguni she hit two birds with a stone ita like convincinng ishani and making her aware of the reality around her.🤓
well its just my stupid theory since i have got ample amount of time in my hand to review this post so its like my bantering has taken over.
whatever but i guess this conversation must have rubbed effect on ishani and also palyed a role in convincing her when ranveer was going for his masters.
Is everyone antaryami its like everyone knows that ishani cannot do the same for ranveer what he has done for her and also they know that ishani is capable of hurting him the most painfull😲
does falguni meant that she knows ishani will hurt him sometime because as per your previous epistle ishani loves and cares for ranveer more than herself but when she is hurt then she hurt him also falguni knows that ranveer is that one person who loves her very much and she genuinely believe in it.
had ishani known the meaning of that one sentence life would have been easier falguni seriously don't know her girl is too dumb to realise anything or understand hidden meanings🤣
amazing chapter linking many past ansd present actions and also why their behaviour was like that.
one last question does falguni knew what happened between them that night because if she cared so much about hurting ranveer then she would have definitely asked ishani why ranveer left her?
o girl you are too much mysterious and increase our curiosity by dropping hints and leaving cliffhangers 😆
LM as i said this wa seriously very nicechapter i liked it a lot
thnx for pm
waiting for next
take care of yourself

This! ❤️

"Ishaani, shouldn't you be studying?"

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Gone through the same thing!

Will come back with my set of short comments sometime later. 🤗🤗

Originally posted by: Bloomfield

This! ❤️

"Ishaani, shouldn't you be studying?"

**

Gone through the same thing!

Originally posted by: Bloomfield

Will come back with my set of short comments sometime later. 🤗🤗