OS - The arms that hold me_ Note on Page 7

Wonderful dude!!!!!👏👏

The OS was superb and the lines by Ann Tram were cherry on the cake! Lovely❤️

And the last para of this.... Loved it!!!🌸😳

Sooo beautifully written each and every line was just 🤩 Very well written 🤩🤩

Oh wow!! I dont know where you get these inspired ideas but jo bhi hai bass kabhi hatam na ho. Another beautiful take. I love Sai's questions and Virat's replies and this scene just came alive in front of my eyes as I was reading! You outdo yourself each time! Lovely as always! Thank you🙏😊

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Dude, you are a magician with words when it comes to writing. Heart touching OS.❤️

Okay, sometimes I feel I know better of what to not talk in hindi, arre Sai bahan, itni spasht tareeke se nahi bolte hai ki koi aapko ched raha hai, triple meaning nikaalte hai tumhare pati dev🤣 Even for a moment, I wished some gunda gardi by ACP against those boys, aage padhke phir pata chala🤣

And then, the entire flow of the OS was really beautiful. Sai is truly the companion that Virat was waiting for, cuz with Sai, not only Virat's life has its void filled, but everything related to Virat also seem completed.

Cuz, professionally, Virat got a companion who understands his profession, and he also gets a support in her form, a reason to be loyal to his duty and love his duty as well. And personally , she is Virat's peace and sanity, his storm and violence as well. Something who can bring out everything from within him.

And so is Virat, he is that person who is Sai's world in this vast place. Her guidance, her confusion as well, and her solace ,where she thinks she can sit in peace, grounded to earth , and then share off her life easily. There are no compulsions to behave, or to be restricted infront of Virat.

That is the beauty.❤️

Man, I am literally typing off without realisation, you always do this to me😆

Lovely OS, so beautiful ❤️

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Sorry control nahi hua🤣

You and your love for inanimate objects😆

But this was so so beautiful. It touched the deepest core of my heart. I visualised them sitting in a position like that that conveys comfort, love and home😳

Okay I know you would have visualised them while writing but let me tell you how I saw them while reading it okay.

It's a starry night. I can see little twinkling stars. The room is bright but still doesn't take away from the beauty of the night sky. I imagined them sitting in a position exactly how you described. I could see affection in Virat's eyes. And I could feel the void left with her Aaba's absence filling up in those moments. Where she could sit like that. Where she could talk like that. I could feel that she has someone's hand on her head now. He didn't just give her a house, he also gave her a room where everything belongs to her, each and everything that she can arrange and rearrange according to her own choice. You know most of the houses are almost same. A floor, walls, ceiling, balcony, window, furniture and stuff. But when you are at someone else's house, you sit properly in a chair. You take care of maintaining the decorum, you try not to be a discomfort or nuisance to anybody. You are formal, not only with the people of the house, but also with their stuff and the house itself. Even if you stand beside a widow and enjoy the view, you know it's not yours. You don't move stuff around according to your taste. But Sai now has a room where she can do anything she likes. Not just the room, everything this room is made of and the stuff inside the room belongs to her. You know a sofa is just a sofa, made for sitting in. But you know it's more than a sofa when you can easily lie down on it in your favourite position, not caring what the other person will think or say. You don't sit on the floor in others' houses unless you can feel you belong. The way she sat there, beside Virat, on the floor, it showed her haq, not only on the floor that she chose to sit on but also on the armchair, she chose not to sit in.

And Virat also gave her something else. He gave her himself. He filled a place that she never thought could be filled. He did not only give her a husband who is madly in love with her, but also provided her with a father figure (I hope it's not taken in a wrong way, by anyone) someone whose hand is on her head, someone who thinks of her comfort more than his desires. Someone who is elder and can provide her solace as well as advice. A guardian. Their sitting position was so beautiful. It was like she was really a child that time who came to her Aaba for her queries. And the man who will go on a walk with her will be her husband. It's said that a woman needs to play many roles in a man's life. But a husband also has to play many roles in his wife's life. Virat successfully played these roles😳

My heart is so full right now, I can't tell you❤️

Appu. Yaar. I don't know. I don't know what I can say about your writing skills I haven't said yet. And I don't know what I can say that will justify your talent. Words will always fall short of what you bring out each and every time. I really don't know. Just super grateful❤️❤️❤️

Lines by Ann Tramm are❤️

What a beautiful OS, loved it❤️

Progress in SaiRat's relationship is described soo beautifully❤️

#ImmatureBaikoLikesMatureNavra

#CollegeKeSaareLadkeChomuHai

#AmLuckyToBeThisIdiotCoupleKeRoomKaArmchair

Originally posted by: cheekukabeej

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Sorry control nahi hua🤣

You and your love for inanimate objects😆

Hai na!!! Ajeeb hu mai... bohot!

But this was so so beautiful. It touched the deepest core of my heart. I visualised them sitting in a position like that that conveys comfort, love and home😳

Okay I know you would have visualized them while writing but let me tell you how I saw them while reading it okay.

Twilight was what I envisioned... Sun has set, but there is still light outside... it is the warm, nostalgic ambience that brings out home and homely lights to the forefront...

But the starry night, and a soft wind would be perfect too!!! The whole ambiance changed!!!

I could see affection in Virat's eyes. And I could feel the void left with her Aaba's absence filling up in those moments. Where she could sit like that. Where she could talk like that. I could feel that she has someone's hand on her head now.

You remember the other OS idea I had mentioned... this actually came out of that... woh bhi hai...

He didn't just give her a house, he also gave her a room where everything belongs to her, each and everything that she can arrange and rearrange according to her own choice. You know most of the houses are almost same. A floor, walls, ceiling, balcony, window, furniture and stuff. But when you are at someone else's house, you sit properly in a chair. You take care of maintaining the decorum, you try not to be a discomfort or nuisance to anybody. You are formal, not only with the people of the house, but also with their stuff and the house itself. Even if you stand beside a widow and enjoy the view, you know it's not yours. You don't move stuff around according to your taste. But Sai now has a room where she can do anything she likes. Not just the room, everything this room is made of and the stuff inside the room belongs to her. You know a sofa is just a sofa, made for sitting in. But you know it's more than a sofa when you can easily lie down on it in your favourite position, not caring what the other person will think or say.

And he has slowly, and surely made her realise it....aapka kamra is now and forever humara kamra...

He is the river he talked about in that early episode... slowly and surely eroding through her defenses...

You don't sit on the floor in others' houses unless you can feel you belong. The way she sat there, beside Virat, on the floor, it showed her haq, not only on the floor that she chose to sit on but also on the armchair, she chose not to sit in.

And Virat also gave her something else. He gave her himself.

I love how you always get what I had in mind when I write! ❤️

He filled a place that she never thought could be filled. He did not only give her a husband who is madly in love with her, but also provided her with a father figure (I hope it's not taken in a wrong way, by anyone) - (Exactly, exactly what I meant!) someone whose hand is on her head, someone who thinks of her comfort more than his desires. Someone who is elder and can provide her solace as well as advice. A guardian.

Their sitting position was so beautiful. It was like she was really a child that time who came to her Aaba for her queries. And the man who will go on a walk with her will be her husband.

Yes, it will be... there they are equals, but this armchair... it is their place of comfort... where Sai gets to be the child again, and Virat can shower his affection on her...

It's said that a woman needs to play many roles in a man's life. But a husband also has to play many roles in his wife's life. Virat successfully played these roles😳

Exactly!!! 🤗 and he does them all with such heart!

My heart is so full right now, I can't tell you❤️

Appu. Yaar. I don't know. I don't know what I can say about your writing skills I haven't said yet. And I don't know what I can say that will justify your talent. Words will always fall short of what you bring out each and every time. I really don't know. Just super grateful❤️❤️❤️

Awwwieee... 😳🤗

Tujhe samajh aayi dil tootne ka matlab... aur ye likhke tod bhi diya tu ne... ❤️😒❤️

Originally posted by: AparnaRenu

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This is so beautiful 😍👏♥️. You have woven sucha different, beautiful story of SaiRat, have to say you have some special knack in writing stories from pov of nonexistent things 👏😉. Do write such stories often ♥️♥️