'Koi takleef hai toh bataiye': Shivika

Originally posted by: addictv

All I can do is to appreciate ur writing 👏👏👏

I don't know whether CVs meant this or not but the way U perceive these ShiviKa scenes is just amazing ... U bring out the essence of their bond so well ... Just kudos to U Geet ...

Awesome writing ... 👏👏⭐️

Originally posted by: preetgurti

Feels Geet this i badly miss in posts the poet in you write so beautifully i just cant stop myself reading lile 5 to 10 times already

Dobara gayab mat hoyiyo pls

Shivika hut scene my god so many unsaid said words its like kwh bh diya phir bhi kuch na kaha

I love such scenes and then when u write on such moments its become so spl na

Amazing as always

I am so happy to see u and your post back

Originally posted by: geet.a

Awww meri Preetu! thank you!!🤗

Kabhi kabhi poignancy shows na?

Sometimes when it doesn't, I try to see it anyway and write about it!

I promise I won't leave for at least a few months now😳

hugs!

Originally posted by: geet.a

Amidst a storm of wild leaves

and stubborn trees,

he called for me

She could not believe it: he with his heavy breaths,a man barely able to breathe, let alone call out to her, had yelled her name with a strength only superhuman will could support.

If one were to ask what she had felt as she saw him separated from her with the biggest divider after death (Life, and Green one at that), she would have laughed out loud at one time.

Those times were long past now, leaving in their wake only pain and gut-wrenching worries.

She would not be able to describe the erratic beat of her heart as she saw him clutch his, even as he pushed her away. All she could say was she stopped breathing to ensure he could.

Only, he did not want her breaths. He did not seek her heart.

As he uttered words that cut through her, she reached out to him.

Only, what was the point?

He pushed her with every ounce of strength he had, only to catch her before she fell. and yet, the threat of pain did not hurt her as much as his words.

While he, he with his heart in his hands, yearned to push away his pain for the gut-wrenching agony he felt as he pushed her away; her wounded eyes at once chastising him and making him wish for an easy death, anything but the guilt of hurting her. And so he tried. He tried to talk to her through his multiple pains. He tried to make her understand why she was the subject of all his anger and frustrations: there was no one else. He could not dare with anyone else; because she was different, because she could envelop all of that anger and pain, make it her own, and then ease it away like she was blowing soap bubbles in hues of rainbows.

How could he hide the fear in his eyes as her eyes threatened to overflow with painful tears, when only she could understand the agony he felt about his brother's absence?

And then she made the ultimate sacrifice:

she trusted him with her heart

And as he raised himself to reach her eyes, and touched her arm, his pain left him. For a while, he could breathe through it; breathe easier because she was here, holding on to him, believing in him. Until she left him, alone, her other sacrifice, one that would haunt him for years to come.

Love

Geet

Originally posted by: preetgurti

U should alslo see blushy shivika when u were not here we got alot

Sharam se laal shivika😳

I agree sometimes its there and then u write but when u find and write those days also u do amazing