No Air [VashMay FF] ~ Pt.5 (Pg 6) - Page 5

Originally posted by: Aster.99

This story... ❤️Beautiful 👏👏

Thank You 🤗

Originally posted by: Unique.Sheep

is Radha gonna be here? I miss her

I love the way you always end your chapters. The last line leaves a lasting impression

so heartbreaking

Thank you 🤗

Maybe Radha wont be in the next chapter since no marriage has occurred as yet per storyline and plot. Love her too, but maybe a cameo later on.

PART 4

After that, Vashma had to get proactive. What happened was this: she kept her ears and eyes open for anything that might set Uday off, and she resolved the problem before it could get back to him. It was better that way, because her dupatta hid bruised knuckles better than the junk from Amrit’s bag could cover up a black eye on Uday's pretty face. Suddenly, there was that hint of good in all the bad she was doing. She was something of a masked vigilante superhero roaming the streets to knockout threats before they could wreak havoc on the foundations her group was united upon. She was protecting her friend from himself. It didn't need to be mentioned that she was also protecting herself because if she could keep Uday on the other side then she couldn't have him. She could stop hopelessly imagining that he could ever see her in that way too.

She thought she had been mostly discreet about what she was doing behind the scenes. Her stealth was key to her plan working. Like most things in her life, it didn't turn out exactly how she expected. If there was ever time she wished she could have a predictable, ordinary, easy life, it was now.

Somehow, word got around that Vashma had stabbed someone with something stupid and entirely exaggerated. She didn't go around doling out mortal wounds, that wasn't her style. She had only seriously beaten up guys on one occasion when she was trying to help Uday on the riots. It never took anyone more than a couple minutes to get back on their feet and dust themselves off. if she slapped them. So, she had no idea how the rumour originated, only that it started and by the time lunch rolled around, it was her that everyone was looking at. As she headed to her usual table to meet AmDheer and Uday, people stumbled to clear a path for her, which she thought was overkill. Her pocket knife had been bugging her since it refused to shut no matter how much pressure she put on it. But it didn't stop her from carrying her pocket knife in her hand even when walking, because the looks it got amused her.

The looks on her friends' faces when she sat down were not amusing at all. She quickly stowed the pocketknife away in her bag. If she stayed quiet, she wasn't admitting to anything. That was her plan: silent denial. Only, Amrit was glaring daggers and Uday wasn't looking at her, so it was hard not to speak up when no one else would say anything.

"What?" Vashma finally relented.

"How could you, Vashma?" Amrit launched in.

"You're not going to even ask me if it's true?" Vashma said.

"Are we done with giving me the benefit of the doubt?"

"Are you saying you didn't do it?" Randheer asked. At least he was looking at her with his usual neutral expression.

"Of course I didn't do it," Vashma said. It technically wasn't a lie. She hadn't actually been in any kind of fight, armed with the pocketknife or not, in more than a week.

"Personally, I respect my pocketknife too much to use it as a weapon. I mean, all the blood would ruin them."

"This is serious," Amrit said.

"It wasn't a joke, Amru," Vashma said. "It never happened and I don't know how anyone thought it had. But I'm glad that at least my best friends have faith in me."

Amrit sighed, "I have faith in you, Vashma. But this isn't the first time we've heard about something like this lately. This is just the first time everybody was talking about it at the same time."

"Well, geez, imagine if everyone believed all the rumors about you," Vashma said.

"You should hear some of the things people will say behind your backs."

Most of those things were no longer being said in fear of bringing down Vashma's wrath, but she couldn't tell them that.

Her eyes fell on the silent Uday, "You have anything to say about this?"

Uday looked up to meet her eyes for a second before he returned his gaze to his tray where he was picking at his lunch with a fork. Apparently, he had nothing to add. At least she had been successful on one front, albeit in a roundabout way. She had pushed Uday away not by raising him up out of her reach, but by lowering herself to a depth that couldn't be spanned. All at once, she regretted everything.

"Thanks a lot," Vashma said and stood up. She was halfway to the exit before she realized she had forgotten her things, but she wasn't going to turn back now.

"Wait, Vashma! Don't go," Amrit yelled after her, but she didn't turn back.

She didn't glance back until a second before the exit. She expected all eyes to be on her, and they were. Except one pair. His fork had still, but Uday's head was still faced down at the table.

This was not their beginning. There was a good chance it was their ending.

Originally posted by: Me000w

PART 4

After that, Vashma had to get proactive. What happened was this: she kept her ears and eyes open for anything that might set Uday off, and she resolved the problem before it could get back to him. It was better that way, because her dupatta hid bruised knuckles better than the junk from Amrit’s bag could cover up a black eye on Uday's pretty face. Suddenly, there was that hint of good in all the bad she was doing. She was something of a masked vigilante superhero roaming the streets to knockout threats before they could wreak havoc on the foundations her group was united upon. She was protecting her friend from himself. It didn't need to be mentioned that she was also protecting herself because if she could keep Uday on the other side then she couldn't have him. She could stop hopelessly imagining that he could ever see her in that way too.

She thought she had been mostly discreet about what she was doing behind the scenes. Her stealth was key to her plan working. Like most things in her life, it didn't turn out exactly how she expected. If there was ever time she wished she could have a predictable, ordinary, easy life, it was now.

Somehow, word got around that Vashma had stabbed someone with something stupid and entirely exaggerated. She didn't go around doling out mortal wounds, that wasn't her style. She had only seriously beaten up guys on one occasion when she was trying to help Uday on the riots. It never took anyone more than a couple minutes to get back on their feet and dust themselves off. if she slapped them. So, she had no idea how the rumour originated, only that it started and by the time lunch rolled around, it was her that everyone was looking at. As she headed to her usual table to meet AmDheer and Uday, people stumbled to clear a path for her, which she thought was overkill. Her pocket knife had been bugging her since it refused to shut no matter how much pressure she put on it. But it didn't stop her from carrying her pocket knife in her hand even when walking, because the looks it got amused her.

The looks on her friends' faces when she sat down were not amusing at all. She quickly stowed the pocketknife away in her bag. If she stayed quiet, she wasn't admitting to anything. That was her plan: silent denial. Only, Amrit was glaring daggers and Uday wasn't looking at her, so it was hard not to speak up when no one else would say anything.

"What?" Vashma finally relented.

"How could you, Vashma?" Amrit launched in.

"You're not going to even ask me if it's true?" Vashma said.

"Are we done with giving me the benefit of the doubt?"

"Are you saying you didn't do it?" Randheer asked. At least he was looking at her with his usual neutral expression.

"Of course I didn't do it," Vashma said. It technically wasn't a lie. She hadn't actually been in any kind of fight, armed with the pocketknife or not, in more than a week.

"Personally, I respect my pocketknife too much to use it as a weapon. I mean, all the blood would ruin them."

"This is serious," Amrit said.

"It wasn't a joke, Amru," Vashma said. "It never happened and I don't know how anyone thought it had. But I'm glad that at least my best friends have faith in me."

Amrit sighed, "I have faith in you, Vashma. But this isn't the first time we've heard about something like this lately. This is just the first time everybody was talking about it at the same time."

"Well, geez, imagine if everyone believed all the rumors about you," Vashma said.

"You should hear some of the things people will say behind your backs."

Most of those things were no longer being said in fear of bringing down Vashma's wrath, but she couldn't tell them that.

Her eyes fell on the silent Uday, "You have anything to say about this?"

Uday looked up to meet her eyes for a second before he returned his gaze to his tray where he was picking at his lunch with a fork. Apparently, he had nothing to add. At least she had been successful on one front, albeit in a roundabout way. She had pushed Uday away not by raising him up out of her reach, but by lowering herself to a depth that couldn't be spanned. All at once, she regretted everything.

"Thanks a lot," Vashma said and stood up. She was halfway to the exit before she realized she had forgotten her things, but she wasn't going to turn back now.

"Wait, Vashma! Don't go," Amrit yelled after her, but she didn't turn back.

She didn't glance back until a second before the exit. She expected all eyes to be on her, and they were. Except one pair. His fork had still, but Uday's head was still faced down at the table.

This was not their beginning. There was a good chance it was their ending.

This made me feel crying😭😭

Vashmay scene

But you potrayed everything very well. Story, emotions, dialogues❤️

Originally posted by: Yukti4

This made me feel crying😭😭

Vashmay scene

But you potrayed everything very well. Story, emotions, dialogues❤️

Thanks for reading 🤗

when are you going to continue😭

PART 5

Vashma wanted to go and hide in her bedroom. The only thing she had with her was her diary, which had been in her pocket and, thankfully, not in her bag. At first, it was a great distraction that kept her from obsessing over what had happened. Then, Amrit started signing to her and she kind of wanted to shut her house out forever.

If she could get through the rest of the day, then she would have more time to figure out how to talk to her friends again. This was a swing situation if there ever was one, but there were still a few hours between her and meeting Amrit in that house. So, she took a deep breath and left.

A hand reached out and grabbed her as soon as she stepped out into the main angaan. It dragged her into an alcove beneath the staircase. When Vashma finally got her footing back, she came face to face with Uday. In the hand that wasn't still wrapped around her elbow, he held her bag. Vashma snatched the bag away from him with her free arm.

"Did you draw the lottery or something?" Vashma asked as she slung the strap over her shoulder.

"No, I wanted to find you," Uday was frowning at her the way he had that day when their roles were reversed. "I had half a mind to go in there into your house after you, but I realized that you are alone right now and it might be viewed as inappropriate."

"Wouldn't want that, would we, Uday?"

"It wouldn't be the worst rumor about us," Uday said. He moved his hand down from her elbow to her wrist, forcing her to turn her hand over for him. He ran his thumb over the fading bruises across her knuckles. "But I'd be afraid that you'd go around taking shots at anyone who tried to spread it, and I think these pretty fingers of yours have done enough damage. They have a more remarkable purpose to serve in this world."

Vashma pulled her hand away. "I told you that I didn't do it. Do you not believe me either?"

"I believe you didn't stab someone. I mean, that's ridiculous. How would you have managed that? Did you sharpen the end to weaponize it? Hardly likely," Uday said. "Besides, that is more likely in my alley."

Vashma pinched her lips together so she wouldn't accidentally laugh at his jab at himself. "You didn't say anything at lunch. You wouldn't even look at me."

"I didn't want to say anything in front of the others," Uday replied, "because I know what you've been doing. You've been fighting so I don't have to. I just can't figure out why."

"I told you why. You could ruin your future and I don't have one anyway, so—"

"I'm gonna stop you right there, because that's stupid. You have as bright a future as any of us. We both know that. So, why don't you try again."

"Without good influence, the first thing you did was get in a fight," Vashma figured there was no use in pretending anymore. He was just going to use his kind eyes and sweet words to pry it out of her eventually. She might as well get it over with. "And that's not the way it's supposed to be."

"Wait, do you think that guy was the first person to say something nasty?" Uday raised an eyebrow.

"Wasn't he?" Vashma hugged her arms around herself, hiding her bruised hand under her arm.

"Hell no," Uday swore and Vashma straightened her shoulders. "There were guys making assumptions right out of the gate, about Amrit, about me. There were even a couple that suggested things about Amrit and Randheer. Not to mention Radhaji and her normal lack of social grace stirring up all kinds of trouble."

"What made that guy different then?" Vashma had to ask, because he would tell her the truth, she knew it.

"He was the first one to say something about you," Uday tapped her chin, so she would meet his eyes.

"That can't be true. I do things all the time that must get people talking. There's no way that he was the first," Vashma said. She held his gaze, daring him to hide the truth again.

"He was the first one to imply that Noorie broke up with me because I was unfaithful, with you," Uday revised his statement and Vashma's eyes widened. "I overheard him telling his friends that if you were desperate enough to break up your best friend's relationship that it would probably easy for all of them to have a run at you."

"I doubt he was quite so polite when he said it," Vashma said. She squeezed herself tighter, digging her nails into her arms to keep her emotions level.

"I may be paraphrasing," Uday agreed. "I heard him and his friends laughing and I snapped. I couldn't control myself. I only hit him once, but I think I broke his nose. The black eye and lip were courtesy of his friends who pulled me off of him. He told the nurse he got hit with equipment during gym, but he'll think of me if he ever breathes your name again."

"You see," Vashma watched the expressions shift on Uday's face as he told his story. "That's why I've been doing what I've been doing. That look on your face, right there. That satisfied half smirk. You know what you did was wrong, but you're content with the results. You can't think like that. He won't be the last person to say something like that. I'm a girl. Being called easy by moronic boys is a fact of life."

"But it shouldn't be."

"Yes, but you may be the last gentleman in this city," Vashma said. "I need you to stay a gentleman; and you can't do that if you go around protecting my honor by punching anyone who threatens it."

"You're fighting so I can stay a gentleman?" Uday was looking at her like she was speaking another language. "Why?"

"Why did you fight to protect my honor?" Vashma countered.

They were in a standoff. Neither answered the other's question. This time, it wasn't Vashma that crumbled first.

"I thought about it like this: if that's what people were saying when nothing had happened between you and me, I couldn't imagine what they might say if anything ever did happen between us," Uday said. "And I didn't ever want to be the one to threaten your honor."

"Are you saying that you're afraid you might have a negative influence on me? You, Uday the Good?" Vashma felt a stupid grin growing on her face.

"I wish you wouldn't call me that," Uday replied. "I'm not Uday the Good anymore, not like I used to be."

"That's what I was afraid of," Vashma said. "I wanted you to stay perfect, so I could know for sure that you were too good for me, so it wouldn't be so hard knowing I couldn't have you."

"I've never been perfect, Vashma. I've certainly never been too good for you," Uday made her uncross her arms so he could take her hands in his. "I'm pretty sure that wanting you the way I have, even when I wasn't supposed to, means I'm the one that's not good enough for you."

Vashma stared at their entwined hands, unable to say anything. She couldn't agree with him, but if she disagreed then he would argue with her until she gave in. It was better to stay quiet.

"Maybe it's time we stopped fighting for each other and started fighting for each other," Uday said, squeezing her hands tightly. And just like that, the way of their world as they knew it ended.

Bhola Bhandari was always supposed to be Bhola Bhandari, nothing more, nothing less.

So, Vashma was struck dumb when Uday pulled her into him, drew her up until he could meld his lips with hers, and became everything.

It occurred to her, as she wrapped her arms around him and he twined his fingers into her hair tugging slightly, that there was just enough good in her and just enough bad in him, for them to be perfectly matched. They might bring out the worst in each other, but it was possible that they had just as much potential to bring out the best in each other. For the moment, that felt true. He nipped at her lips and she soothed him with her tongue, she dug her nails into his skin and he ghosted his fingertips across hers. They counteracted each other, creating balance that they had never known before.

Vashma would need to have a couple conversations with Amrit later, but until then, she was going to enjoy this moment.

This was just the start of something bigger than themselves. This was their beginning.

Originally posted by: Unique.Sheep

when are you going to continue😭

Added the last part. Noone was reading and I shifted to another forum, so I lost motivation to update.

Originally posted by: Me000w

PART 5

Vashma wanted to go and hide in her bedroom. The only thing she had with her was her diary, which had been in her pocket and, thankfully, not in her bag. At first, it was a great distraction that kept her from obsessing over what had happened. Then, Amrit started signing to her and she kind of wanted to shut her house out forever.

If she could get through the rest of the day, then she would have more time to figure out how to talk to her friends again. This was a swing situation if there ever was one, but there were still a few hours between her and meeting Amrit in that house. So, she took a deep breath and left.

A hand reached out and grabbed her as soon as she stepped out into the main angaan. It dragged her into an alcove beneath the staircase. When Vashma finally got her footing back, she came face to face with Uday. In the hand that wasn't still wrapped around her elbow, he held her bag. Vashma snatched the bag away from him with her free arm.

"Did you draw the lottery or something?" Vashma asked as she slung the strap over her shoulder.

"No, I wanted to find you," Uday was frowning at her the way he had that day when their roles were reversed. "I had half a mind to go in there into your house after you, but I realized that you are alone right now and it might be viewed as inappropriate."

"Wouldn't want that, would we, Uday?"

"It wouldn't be the worst rumor about us," Uday said. He moved his hand down from her elbow to her wrist, forcing her to turn her hand over for him. He ran his thumb over the fading bruises across her knuckles. "But I'd be afraid that you'd go around taking shots at anyone who tried to spread it, and I think these pretty fingers of yours have done enough damage. They have a more remarkable purpose to serve in this world."

Vashma pulled her hand away. "I told you that I didn't do it. Do you not believe me either?"

"I believe you didn't stab someone. I mean, that's ridiculous. How would you have managed that? Did you sharpen the end to weaponize it? Hardly likely," Uday said. "Besides, that is more likely in my alley."

Vashma pinched her lips together so she wouldn't accidentally laugh at his jab at himself. "You didn't say anything at lunch. You wouldn't even look at me."

"I didn't want to say anything in front of the others," Uday replied, "because I know what you've been doing. You've been fighting so I don't have to. I just can't figure out why."

"I told you why. You could ruin your future and I don't have one anyway, so—"

"I'm gonna stop you right there, because that's stupid. You have as bright a future as any of us. We both know that. So, why don't you try again."

"Without good influence, the first thing you did was get in a fight," Vashma figured there was no use in pretending anymore. He was just going to use his kind eyes and sweet words to pry it out of her eventually. She might as well get it over with. "And that's not the way it's supposed to be."

"Wait, do you think that guy was the first person to say something nasty?" Uday raised an eyebrow.

"Wasn't he?" Vashma hugged her arms around herself, hiding her bruised hand under her arm.

"Hell no," Uday swore and Vashma straightened her shoulders. "There were guys making assumptions right out of the gate, about Amrit, about me. There were even a couple that suggested things about Amrit and Randheer. Not to mention Radhaji and her normal lack of social grace stirring up all kinds of trouble."

"What made that guy different then?" Vashma had to ask, because he would tell her the truth, she knew it.

"He was the first one to say something about you," Uday tapped her chin, so she would meet his eyes.

"That can't be true. I do things all the time that must get people talking. There's no way that he was the first," Vashma said. She held his gaze, daring him to hide the truth again.

"He was the first one to imply that Noorie broke up with me because I was unfaithful, with you," Uday revised his statement and Vashma's eyes widened. "I overheard him telling his friends that if you were desperate enough to break up your best friend's relationship that it would probably easy for all of them to have a run at you."

"I doubt he was quite so polite when he said it," Vashma said. She squeezed herself tighter, digging her nails into her arms to keep her emotions level.

"I may be paraphrasing," Uday agreed. "I heard him and his friends laughing and I snapped. I couldn't control myself. I only hit him once, but I think I broke his nose. The black eye and lip were courtesy of his friends who pulled me off of him. He told the nurse he got hit with equipment during gym, but he'll think of me if he ever breathes your name again."

"You see," Vashma watched the expressions shift on Uday's face as he told his story. "That's why I've been doing what I've been doing. That look on your face, right there. That satisfied half smirk. You know what you did was wrong, but you're content with the results. You can't think like that. He won't be the last person to say something like that. I'm a girl. Being called easy by moronic boys is a fact of life."

"But it shouldn't be."

"Yes, but you may be the last gentleman in this city," Vashma said. "I need you to stay a gentleman; and you can't do that if you go around protecting my honor by punching anyone who threatens it."

"You're fighting so I can stay a gentleman?" Uday was looking at her like she was speaking another language. "Why?"

"Why did you fight to protect my honor?" Vashma countered.

They were in a standoff. Neither answered the other's question. This time, it wasn't Vashma that crumbled first.

"I thought about it like this: if that's what people were saying when nothing had happened between you and me, I couldn't imagine what they might say if anything ever did happen between us," Uday said. "And I didn't ever want to be the one to threaten your honor."

"Are you saying that you're afraid you might have a negative influence on me? You, Uday the Good?" Vashma felt a stupid grin growing on her face.

"I wish you wouldn't call me that," Uday replied. "I'm not Uday the Good anymore, not like I used to be."

"That's what I was afraid of," Vashma said. "I wanted you to stay perfect, so I could know for sure that you were too good for me, so it wouldn't be so hard knowing I couldn't have you."

"I've never been perfect, Vashma. I've certainly never been too good for you," Uday made her uncross her arms so he could take her hands in his. "I'm pretty sure that wanting you the way I have, even when I wasn't supposed to, means I'm the one that's not good enough for you."

Vashma stared at their entwined hands, unable to say anything. She couldn't agree with him, but if she disagreed then he would argue with her until she gave in. It was better to stay quiet.

"Maybe it's time we stopped fighting for each other and started fighting for each other," Uday said, squeezing her hands tightly. And just like that, the way of their world as they knew it ended.

Bhola Bhandari was always supposed to be Bhola Bhandari, nothing more, nothing less.

So, Vashma was struck dumb when Uday pulled her into him, drew her up until he could meld his lips with hers, and became everything.

It occurred to her, as she wrapped her arms around him and he twined his fingers into her hair tugging slightly, that there was just enough good in her and just enough bad in him, for them to be perfectly matched. They might bring out the worst in each other, but it was possible that they had just as much potential to bring out the best in each other. For the moment, that felt true. He nipped at her lips and she soothed him with her tongue, she dug her nails into his skin and he ghosted his fingertips across hers. They counteracted each other, creating balance that they had never known before.

Vashma would need to have a couple conversations with Amrit later, but until then, she was going to enjoy this moment.

This was just the start of something bigger than themselves. This was their beginning.

Amazing 👏

The way you describe scenes, movements...its unmatchable 👏

Every scene was crisp and clear...I could imagine in front of eyes.😆

The story is amazing ❤️

Originally posted by: Me000w

Added the last part. Noone was reading and I shifted to another forum, so I lost motivation to update.

I read every chapter😭😭

And would love to read continuation to story..

However if you have decided to close...then its ok🤗