Hey :)
I've been following the show for about a month now and grew to really like it by the passing days. The concept is such a breath of flesh air never have i come crossing something like this on Indian Telly before. But after watching Feb 22nd epic not only do i like the show but just Love it. I have always liked Mohan and Megha's chemistry but after watching 22nd ep I've fallen in love with both of them and the show. When Mohan shielded Megha 😍 i had this warm fuzzy feeling in stomach ...
Anyways i had a little thought on that scene so thought of sharing it here with you. Hope your like it...its really short so do read :)
- Force Flied -
He wasn't in search for her, the throught of her didn't enter his mind once, all that enclosed him were screams all that surrounded him was fear, the direction his own feet headed unknown. It didn't matter. But when his feet refused to move, coming to a standstill, when his eyes lay on her, on her trembling feet, her shaking body, pinned to the ground, trapped in the chaos, he knew it was Megha, he was searching for all along. Was it basic human instinct, reflex or just the beat of fear in his heart, all he knew, he needed to be next to her and with that his feet allowed him to move, to move only to her direction, where she was. Like a force field he covered her, like a shield he protected her, with nothing but only they're heart beats and the warm of they're breathe between them. He tired to glaze into her eyes but they reminded low, his hands were crushed, crushed until blood flowed, his body pushed farther to her with the fall of force against his back , he ached, his face shook to the shock of pain but he stood his ground. His force field refused to fall, it refused to break, not until he had served his perhaps, not until she was safe. And within a few seconds it was over, it all had passed, he didn't move until he was sure. He stood up in pain only to reach out his hand, his crushed hand that she looked at in uncertainly, only later to accept. Her face was worn out, she was weak, shaking but still managed to grip tightly. And as she stood before, for the slight second, he saw something in her he had never come across. Something that he couldn't figure out, was it her, or was it him. And as her hand slid off his, he had no words but "sorry." She looked at him with her eyes wide open only to lower them again, "sorry...", it took me so long to find you.
Only to head off on to their separate paths, on a street shattered by once chaos now deserted as silence grew only to deepen the blowing commotion , Mohan felt grew within his mind , within him...