Molkki Episode Discussion Thread #9 - Note on pg 122 - Page 86

Originally posted by: Nezuko

Soyenge soyenge jarur soyenge

Purvir ke bed pe sone ka time aayega... 🤣🤣

Originally posted by: Srilata.Mineil

Purvir ke bed pe sone ka time aayega... 🤣🤣

🤣🤣🤣🤣 100 episode pe shayad mil jaye

Originally posted by: Nezuko

Soyenge soyenge tension mat lo🤣🤣😏😏😏😏

Me to sirf chahti hu dono ek hi bed pe soye

Pillow wall chahiye ki nahi chahiye ye batao ?😂

Originally posted by: Nezuko

Kaise kaise shakal bana raha tha 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Wahi To....

Arey khake ja parathe.... And when she said she will come and join his face was again sulking.... 🤣

Originally posted by: Manisha_IF

me kaha tension le rahi hu

Me to sirf chahti hu dono ek hi bed pe soye

Pillow wall chahiye ki nahi chahiye ye batao ?😂

Nai nai Hume nai chaiye ye pillow wall drama direct so ache se😏😏😏

Originally posted by: Potterhead_05

Just a bit of continuation... Pls forgive if bad

He didn't wait for her response as he stormed away from her. But he's not sure who he is angry at anymore. At himself or her.

"Just hear me out Mukhi ji", Purvi whispered, but clear enough to be heard.

For Virender the whole place became very quite suddenly, the blood thundering in ears slowing down, his heart thudding painfully, slow and erratic.

He stopped in his tracks, Purvi's voice pinning him to the spot.

As Purvi came forward,he could feel his anger turning inwards and realised, for the hundredth time maybe as his heart said, that he could sense her presence like never before, that he could feel the rhythm of her payal piercing his heart, that even with his back towards her how he could feel the distance between them decreasing slowly and very painfully, that somehow all his cells could just feel her there and wanted to close the distance as soon as possible.

But he stayed where he was, trying hard to stop his hands from wiping her tears, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.

Purvi managed to wipe off and control her tears, even though her heart felt like a hundred shards of ice had suddenly pierced through.

"I can only ever love Sakshi." This one sentence made her crumble down, telling her to stop herself but she couldn't. She couldn't see him going away like that, like he was pained to hurt her somehow, like he was trying to understand his own condition and like it was hurting him to hurt her.

"Just hear me out Mukhi ji". With this one thing a bit of her pain eased, to see him stopping when she called out, even though he said he could never feel the same way about her.

She moved towards him, her heart thundering at the thought of saying something to him, giving out a piece of her heart like this, when it was broken and it felt painful.

Purvi took Vir's hand and turned him around to face her, so gently, as if he was more fragile than she was.

Her touch felt like electricity zapping thru his veins, like it had always been. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the pain in her eyes which existed because of his indecision.

"Mukhi ji..."

Vir slowly opened his eyes and nodded to sign that he was listening, not removing his hand from hers.

"Mukhi ji I know that you love only love Sakshi ji... And inspite of all I...I said to you, I respect her...you know that...

I just want to tell you that I don't want any answer from you, you don't need to hurt or stress yourself. I can promise you I will never force you for anything, never ever. I just said what I...I felt for you, just don't... don't doubt that please.

In the end Purvi faltered helplessly, tears leaking down inspite of all her efforts.

This time Vir returned the pressure on her hand and wiped her cheek...

" Manne yeh kabhi bhi manzoor na hoga ki yeh aasu mere wajah se gire...maaf kar de manne...main ...."

Whatever he was going to say was lost in the ruffling of Purvi's dress as she freed her hand and ran away, not being able to stop herself from breaking down.

Vir saw that her kamarbandh fell off when she ran away.

Not able to stop himself, he picked it up and wrapped it around his hand, feeling as if it was the only thing that was keeping him together, even though he didn't want to accept his feelings for her.

❤️

This is so brilliant that I'm just scared that I'll let you down by continuing but after reading this, I just can't stop myself. So here it goes.

Not able to stop himself, he picked it up and wrapped it around his hand, feeling as if it was the only thing that was keeping him together, even though he didn't want to accept his feelings for her.

But they had. His feelings had changed and so had he. And no matter how hard he tried to hide it from the world, there was no way he could deny it to himself. Her tears bothered him. The thought of causing her pain was unacceptable.

When had she become so important to him? Since when did seeing her tears feel like someone was gutting him? Had it been the moment she had accepted his wild kids with so much love, easing the hurt he hadn't known they were experiencing with her boundless affection? Or had it been the time she had stayed awake for two nights with him without food or water so he could finish Sakshi's painting without complaint? Perhaps it had been the very first moment he had met her. He was being drawn to her like a mother flies to a flame. On an instinct.

But what did it matter? Virendra's fingers formed a fist, the kamarbandh he had picked up, digging into the flesh of his palm. His caring for Purvi meant nothing. He was in love with Sakshi. Would always be. There would be no one else for him. She was the love of his life.

And Purvi deserved to be loved like that. With the softness of flower petals and the intensity of a thunderstorm.

Virendra started moving with slow steps, meandering towards the study while his thoughts remained on the moment that had changed everything between him and Purvi. She had said she loved him. His mind burnt to the memory of her lips forming the word love.

He ran a hand over his face, not knowing if he wanted to scream in frustration or weep.

How could she love him? Him, who had misjudged her and punished her for things that were never her fault. Memories of Juhi's birthday flashed before his eyes. He had been an absolute jerk that day. And Purvi loved him.

It won't last, he told himself. I'm the first man in her life. She thinks she loves me but it's nothing but an infatuation. It won't last. It can't last.

Distance is what she needed. With wooden movements, he dialled the number of Munshiji.

"Manne Delhi jaana hain.. Ek ghante mein. Aap intazam karo."

He dropped into the nearest armchair and squeezed his eyes shut. With a desperation, he tried to recall the moments he had spent with Sakshi but all he saw was Purvi. Purvi eclipsing everything.

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Originally posted by: Srilata.Mineil

Wahi To....

Arey khake ja parathe.... And when she said she will come and join his face was again sulking.... 🤣

@bold wahi face uthake chipkaya hai meme me🤣🤣🤣🤣

Originally posted by: Nezuko

Nai nai Hume nai chaiye ye pillow wall drama direct so ache se😏😏😏

Phir raat me ek ka per dushre ke per pe chala jayega😂

Yaha story start ho gai hai purvir ki ?

Mujhe pahele se padhna padega ye

First part kaha hai ?

Originally posted by: aryapdane

This is so brilliant that I'm just scared that I'll let you down by continuing but after reading this, I just can't stop myself. So here it goes.

Not able to stop himself, he picked it up and wrapped it around his hand, feeling as if it was the only thing that was keeping him together, even though he didn't want to accept his feelings for her.

But they had. His feelings had changed and so had he. And no matter how hard he tried to hide it from the world, there was no way he could deny it to himself. Her tears bothered him. The thought of causing her pain was unacceptable.

When had she become so important to him? Since when did seeing her tears feel like someone was gutting him? Had it been the moment she had accepted his wild kids with so much love, easing the hurt he hadn't known they were experiencing with her boundless affection? Or had it been the time she had stayed awake for two nights with him without food or water so he could finish Sakshi's painting without complaint? Perhaps it had been the very first moment he had met her. He was being drawn to her like a mother flies to a flame. On an instinct.

But what did it matter? Virendra's fingers formed a fist, the kamarbandh he had picked up, digging into the flesh of his palm. His caring for Purvi meant nothing. He was in love with Sakshi. Would always be. There would be no one else for him. She was the love of his life.

And Purvi deserved to be loved like that. With the softness of flower petals and the intensity of a thunderstorm.

Virendra started moving with slow steps, meandering towards the study while his thoughts remained on the moment that had changed everything between him and Purvi. She had said she loved him. His mind burnt to the memory of her lips forming the word love.

He ran a hand over his face, not knowing if he wanted to scream in frustration or weep.

How could she love him? Him, who had misjudged her and punished her for things that were never her fault. Memories of Juhi's birthday flashed before his eyes. He had been an absolute jerk that day. And Purvi loved him.

It won't last, he told himself. I'm the first man in her life. She thinks she loves me but it's nothing but an infatuation. It won't last. It can't last.

Distance is what she needed. With wooden movements, he dialled the number of Munshiji.

"Maine Delhi jaana hain.. Ek ghante mein. Aap intazam karo."

He dropped into the nearest armchair and squeezed his eyes shut. With a desperation, he tried to recall the moments he had spent with her but all he saw was Purvi.Purvi eclipsing everything.

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Suno mere bat MF me post bana do pls pls pls

Arya ❤❤❤❤Lovely

Beautifully written

Itni jaldi kaise likh lete ho

To vir apne ap ko dur kar raha hai par kar nai payega wapas isi ke pass ayega