New SS: Starlight Express CLOSED Indefinitely - Page 39

Originally posted by: Soapoperasrfun

I can do with Eclairs too... or mango bite... awesome. But Mango bite is not the gooey one. It is more the hard one, right?

😆 If my memory serves right all hard candies stick to your teeth, when you bite it, before it melts and diminishes to the size of a coin.

Perhaps I should take the gooey out and put in sticky. Thanks!

awesome updts!
loved it!
just love the naivety of their convos
how they pick up on single things while rediscovering themselves
specially the sunshine part was too good
she found it worthless resisting him! so is she movin on?
cont soon!
amazing!

gosh hasini, this is too good especially the last update with maan and geet, i can picture them talking, laughing, entwined fingers, geet resting her head on maan's shoulder. its all too good, do continue soon.

The evening passed without the necessary complications she could do without. She didn't move another inch towards him, but kept herself marooned by his side, occasionally dipping her head onto his shoulder, never pulling her hand away if he would bring their laced fingers menacingly close for a kiss; but never quite going for it while giving her lingering hope of a possibility. As nightfall guided the stars out for a waltz, he raised a finger to her cheek carefully drawing a strand of hair that was stuck to her cheek to behind her ear; his finger leaving an invisible mark at its wake while a chill crept under her skin as it curved upward.

He insisted on sleeping on a coach seat nearby instead of going back to his roomette. She sniveled saying she would never be able to fall asleep when he would be within fifteen feet of her. Without another word, he walked backwards facing her and stopped at the far end of the coach car. Resting his elbows on the seats on either side of him, he spoke low, but she heard him all the same. "Will this do? You didn't think I was going to let you sleep alone here in coach did you?"

Tilting her head to the side and with her trademark smile flashing on her lips, she asked, "Did anyone tell you, you are stubborn as a mule?"

He shook his head in response. Smiling, she watched him sit down, recline to put up his feet and close his eyes. She stood there, unable to turn and sit in her own seat; or fathom a night away from him when she couldn't be sure if this magical time on the train would vanish once she would set foot in SF. There was a time she dreaded going back to the city when it felt like returning to the gravestone of her relationship with Abhinav. But he'd changed all that with the same stubbornness that had him sleeping in her car instead of stretching himself in his roomette. The streets and cafes she had been with Abhinav were to serve as memorials of a bygone time; a time that now felt unreal while she gazed at him.

Her body began noticing her weight that she shifted from one foot to another and giving heed to her need to sit down, she sidled to her seat and closed her eyes in no time; meditating for the thin sheer of sleep to still and drown her wandering thoughts.

In the darkness that held her fleeing mind for a while, she could see the light of the error that she'd started in the course of the day and the troubling question came back to haunt her again. Had she really done it again? The slowly creeping in distance - which she wanted to believe, was only her imagination; to shoo away the one diversion she'd been in search of. The holding hands and the leading conversations were all promising - they weren't a thing to worry. But the fact that he didn't press her for anything else ever since that afternoon bothered her; not even her phone number, except for one casual mention. She couldn't tell what was uncharacteristic of him: the man who didn't mind to push her of her comfort zone; Or the one who was sitting back to give the space she'd then asked, but now needed in the least. Did her scooting to one corner of his roomette, from his hold, done that to him? The question had been on her mind all evening and had proven to be the mild distraction she'd wanted to keep from losing herself in him. Yet, now that her senses were freed of having to drink in his charm every minute that he was around, she couldn't escape the threat of meaninglessness that all this could turn out to be.

She could try all she want, but the aftermath of their encounter was anything but a tangible thing to be held in her hands. She wasn't going to mold the course of their destiny, but she also wouldn't turn cold as a hearth without fire, when she would get off the train. It was startling to gather that she was looking for a sign from him, when she'd wanted nothing to do with him only half a day ago. What was this tunnel that they had gone through? Entering the fall of darkness as strangers only to emerge out caught in a web of fondness; one she couldn't seem to get enough of.

loved the part hasini...😊

Damn I hate it when I type so much and arrg it all vanishes...why cant it be published automatically ?? huh

btw...

Happy New Year..though its a belated one !

Finally m here, reached chap 4...and there are no emotions involved...god I mean moving stories..stories of normal life and heartbreak but still din strike a cord within me..feels like m just reading plain words and emotions have no place...and tears are a far fetched thing to be true!
but one thing is still the same your amazing style of writing that I absolutely adore !
It's not you whose writing doesn't hold emotions its me...

Lets, see if the further parts have an effect or no...and hopefully will try to finish the 13 parts in a go but I know that its an highly impossible task...
And 2-3 stories that I usually read are also pending ..dunno when they come outta the back and even my own work has taken a back seat!

Cheers,
Fatima

As a person I am a lot like Geet. I like to accept what comes my way and fight it out, but cannot stop myself from continuously weighing down the pros and cons of the situation... never sure of anything 😆...I love her.