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just wow. I wish they include this scene in the show
Hi there,
*Peeps out from behind an imaginary cave*... 😁😁
I have a new one for you guys!!!
This is different from the rest of the series here, as this is set right after the episode (24/9/19) and not in the future.
I'll quit yapping now, and see you at the bottom! :)
*#* 11 - Home is where the heart is *#*
He stopped and turned to look back at the huge building before him as the gates closed. Home is where the heart is, they said. His heart was now broken, damaged and torn. His own mother. His own grandfather - The man who was his guide and friend all through childhood and adulthood. The man he thought was his best friend. They had all lied to him. They had seen him in his relentless search for baba, they had seen that finding baba was his absolute necessity. That he needed answers to the questions – why did baba leave them? What happened? And they had had answers all along, and hadn’t bothered to tell him.
And so he left, he couldn’t stay in this building anymore, couldn’t face these people anymore. Not until he found his baba. Not until he had answers. Answers only his baba could give him now.
With a deep resigned sigh, he was about to turn away when a soft hand stopped him.
It was her. He didn’t need to turn back to know it was her
She came to stand before him with a smile. Never relieved to see anyone as much as he was now, he asked, “how do you know that I needed you?”
She smiled in return, “magic” she responded.
He couldn’t agree more. She was the magic in his life!
He smiled. Placing her hand over his, she asked, glancing at the backpack flung over his shoulders and his distraught face “where are you going?!”
“ Baba Ko dhoodne, aur please mujhe rokhna mat” he responded, because if she did, it would be next to impossible leaving now.
Mishti shook her head, “I didn’t come here to stop you, Abir” she said softly. No she wasn’t here for that. No matter what Kuhu or anyone else told her, she knew how important it was for Abir to find baba. And if she couldn’t go along with him physically, she would make sure she was there with him emotionally all through.
“ I came here to give you this” she said, reaching into her bag.
Abir looked down at her hands as she reached into her tiny bag to retrieve something. When he saw what she had bought for him, the anger, the pain, the hopelessness dissipated.
It was Bappa.
It was the small statue of Bappa that the uncle from Mumbai had given Mishti. And she was handing this over to him today, because she knew what Bappa meant to him. What Bappa meant to baba.
Wordlessly, he looked up at her, as she grabbed his hand in hers, using her fingers to outstretch his before delicately placing Bappa into his palm.
Closing her fingers over his as he held the small statue, she looked up into his eyes, “ Haan Abir, tumne kaha na, ki baba Bappa Ko bahut maante hai. I am sure you will find baba. I am sure when you return, you will return with baba. And Bappa will help you” she finished with a steely determination, as she squeezed his hand.
He didn’t try to say anything. He didn’t trust himself to say anything. There were so many emotions running riot in him now. He was in pain. He was lost. He needed her, and here she was, holding him up in a way only she could, when he was about to break down.
Wordlessly, he lifted her hand which was engulfed in his along with the statue, and kissed it. Letting his lips linger over her fingers for a few more seconds, he let her hand go, before stuffing the statue of Bappa into his bag.
“Mishti…” was all he managed to get out of his chocked up throat, before she stepped closer to him and placed her hands on his face tenderly.
Her eyes met his.
“Take care, Abir” she said, pouring all her love for him in those simple words. Her eyes speaking to his, as they moistened up at the prospect of him leaving for god knew how long. Truth be told, she was terrified for him. She wanted nothing more than to hold his hand now and leave along with him. But she knew that he needed to do this alone.
Biting his lip, Abir nodded, a single tear slipping down his cheek. He lifted his hand and stroked her hair, “you too” he muttered, his voice finally breaking.
Throwing caution to the wind and not caring that she was about to do this in broad daylight in the middle of the road, she stepped forward and closed the gap between them, as her lips gently, very lightly and very briefly brushed against his.
Abir sucked in a breath before his eyes fluttered close. This was not a kiss of passion. This was not a kiss of intimacy. This was a kiss of comfort. Of solace. Of belonging.
His eyes remained close as he let her touch, her presence, her kiss, seep into his soul and heal his heart. She pulled away a second later.
Neither said a word, verbally, but their eyes met and hearts spoke volumes. Abir took both her hands in his one last time, giving it a firm squeeze before walking past her.
He had taken a few steps before she called out.
“Suno…”
He turned back,
“Call me” she said, with a small smile.
He nodded, before turning around and taking a few more steps before she called out again
“ suno…”
This time he turned around with a smile, memories of every time he had done the same thing warming his heart and brightening his mood.
She was looking at him, her lotus eyes dancing with love, yet a slow sadness burning bright, “ be careful” she said this time.
He smiled, nodding briefly, before turning around, knowing full well that she would call him back only to send him away with a 'kuch nahi, jao'
“ aur suno…” she called, as expected.
He turned around to face her one last time before he set out. As he knew, she had her hand lifted up to bid him goodbye, but she didn’t –
“ I love you” she whispered, her voice breaking, the words only for him to hear.
A smile graced his tired face, as he looked at her..
Home is where the heart is, they said.
His angry chorni. His best friend. His love. His….home!
*** THE END ***
1. Wrote this one after long, let me know what you thought!
2. Hopefully will start writing more with this and this is a starter of sorts!
3. Read and review please! :)
Yay, you are back
As always a lovely piece so in sync with how the characters are like, really I mean gosh if we got see moments like these
I would just faint, but thank you for writing this and letting us use our imaginations to see these moments come to life
Hopefully we will see many more lovely pieces like these 😊❤️💕
It's lovely and a little sad too. I loved the suno especially the last one. Mridu di this was beautifulHi there,
*Peeps out from behind an imaginary cave*... 😁😁
I have a new one for you guys!!!
This is different from the rest of the series here, as this is set right after the episode (24/9/19) and not in the future.
I'll quit yapping now, and see you at the bottom! :)
*#* 11 - Home is where the heart is *#*
He stopped and turned to look back at the huge building before him as the gates closed. Home is where the heart is, they said. His heart was now broken, damaged and torn. His own mother. His own grandfather - The man who was his guide and friend all through childhood and adulthood. The man he thought was his best friend. They had all lied to him. They had seen him in his relentless search for baba, they had seen that finding baba was his absolute necessity. That he needed answers to the questions – why did baba leave them? What happened? And they had had answers all along, and hadn’t bothered to tell him.
And so he left, he couldn’t stay in this building anymore, couldn’t face these people anymore. Not until he found his baba. Not until he had answers. Answers only his baba could give him now.
With a deep resigned sigh, he was about to turn away when a soft hand stopped him.
It was her. He didn’t need to turn back to know it was her
She came to stand before him with a smile. Never relieved to see anyone as much as he was now, he asked, “how do you know that I needed you?”
She smiled in return, “magic” she responded.
He couldn’t agree more. She was the magic in his life!
He smiled. Placing her hand over his, she asked, glancing at the backpack flung over his shoulders and his distraught face “where are you going?!”
“ Baba Ko dhoodne, aur please mujhe rokhna mat” he responded, because if she did, it would be next to impossible leaving now.
Mishti shook her head, “I didn’t come here to stop you, Abir” she said softly. No she wasn’t here for that. No matter what Kuhu or anyone else told her, she knew how important it was for Abir to find baba. And if she couldn’t go along with him physically, she would make sure she was there with him emotionally all through.
“ I came here to give you this” she said, reaching into her bag.
Abir looked down at her hands as she reached into her tiny bag to retrieve something. When he saw what she had bought for him, the anger, the pain, the hopelessness dissipated.
It was Bappa.
It was the small statue of Bappa that the uncle from Mumbai had given Mishti. And she was handing this over to him today, because she knew what Bappa meant to him. What Bappa meant to baba.
Wordlessly, he looked up at her, as she grabbed his hand in hers, using her fingers to outstretch his before delicately placing Bappa into his palm.
Closing her fingers over his as he held the small statue, she looked up into his eyes, “ Haan Abir, tumne kaha na, ki baba Bappa Ko bahut maante hai. I am sure you will find baba. I am sure when you return, you will return with baba. And Bappa will help you” she finished with a steely determination, as she squeezed his hand.
He didn’t try to say anything. He didn’t trust himself to say anything. There were so many emotions running riot in him now. He was in pain. He was lost. He needed her, and here she was, holding him up in a way only she could, when he was about to break down.
Wordlessly, he lifted her hand which was engulfed in his along with the statue, and kissed it. Letting his lips linger over her fingers for a few more seconds, he let her hand go, before stuffing the statue of Bappa into his bag.
“Mishti…” was all he managed to get out of his chocked up throat, before she stepped closer to him and placed her hands on his face tenderly.
Her eyes met his.
“Take care, Abir” she said, pouring all her love for him in those simple words. Her eyes speaking to his, as they moistened up at the prospect of him leaving for god knew how long. Truth be told, she was terrified for him. She wanted nothing more than to hold his hand now and leave along with him. But she knew that he needed to do this alone.
Biting his lip, Abir nodded, a single tear slipping down his cheek. He lifted his hand and stroked her hair, “you too” he muttered, his voice finally breaking.
Throwing caution to the wind and not caring that she was about to do this in broad daylight in the middle of the road, she stepped forward and closed the gap between them, as her lips gently, very lightly and very briefly brushed against his.
Abir sucked in a breath before his eyes fluttered close. This was not a kiss of passion. This was not a kiss of intimacy. This was a kiss of comfort. Of solace. Of belonging.
His eyes remained close as he let her touch, her presence, her kiss, seep into his soul and heal his heart. She pulled away a second later.
Neither said a word, verbally, but their eyes met and hearts spoke volumes. Abir took both her hands in his one last time, giving it a firm squeeze before walking past her.
He had taken a few steps before she called out.
“Suno…”
He turned back,
“Call me” she said, with a small smile.
He nodded, before turning around and taking a few more steps before she called out again
“ suno…”
This time he turned around with a smile, memories of every time he had done the same thing warming his heart and brightening his mood.
She was looking at him, her lotus eyes dancing with love, yet a slow sadness burning bright, “ be careful” she said this time.
He smiled, nodding briefly, before turning around, knowing full well that she would call him back only to send him away with a 'kuch nahi, jao'
“ aur suno…” she called, as expected.
He turned around to face her one last time before he set out. As he knew, she had her hand lifted up to bid him goodbye, but she didn’t –
“ I love you” she whispered, her voice breaking, the words only for him to hear.
A smile graced his tired face, as he looked at her..
Home is where the heart is, they said.
His angry chorni. His best friend. His love. His….home!
*** THE END ***
1. Wrote this one after long, let me know what you thought!
2. Hopefully will start writing more with this and this is a starter of sorts!
3. Read and review please! :)
Originally posted by: fangirl1012
Stabbing my heart would have hurt less Mridhu this was so so good. Those suno' s at the end broke me. It's so hard for both of them to part ways even if it is for his Baba. I just can't I am too emotional right. You are one hell of a good writer damn I need to watch some light hearted scenes now.
Aww... Thanks Zara!!! 🤗🤗🤗
What we got in the show was so different but still so so so good na? I loved it and was so happy!
Thank you so much!
Originally posted by: Itsflora
This was awwdorable.
(( Thank you!!))
Aur suno.
Thanks for writing after long .
(( Smiles - thank you for reading and commenting
... An peeche se math tokna!))
Aur suno
((.. turns and glares))
Kuch nehi.jao
Ha ha ha. That was fun! Thanks flora! :)
Originally posted by: Prasanthi
You are so good with your words. Subtle words but riding high on emotions... lovely work to read. Would love to read more from you 👌🏻
Thank you so much - my previous stories are right here in this thread if you want to read them. :)
Anupamaa
