AbhIya FF : It's the end's beginning. (PAGE 60 ). - Page 28

Originally posted by: cuteshrishti

Amazing update.So Pia can c mary coz she released mary soul whn she opened the dairy but y Pia feel so connected wid Abhay & Mary?I guess the skool or better college fun begins wid new & old faces.Plzz cont,,😳

nice part yar...
so piya feel connected to abhay mary...
she feels to thk of now abhay huh...
waiting 4 abhiya next meeting...
bradon and pri had look like also a story...
cont soon

Originally posted by: bellaaa

nice part yar...
so piya feel connected to abhay mary...
she feels to thk of now abhay huh...
waiting 4 abhiya next meeting...
bradon and pri had look like also a story...
cont soon

Originally posted by: lost_in_love

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another magnificient update koyel!!! 👏
it was short bt impactful..⭐️

so um..pia havng d feel of leavng sumthng bck n d castle!!! Nw m waitng to see abhay's thots...

Donno y though brandon n abhay r poles apart bt i feel at sum point they r same!! Lyk There's a faint similarty btw thm!! Mayb m cmpletly wrng!!Pi..may nt lyk hm bt it's clear she cnt avoid hm either...

Nw eagerly looking forward to abhiya confrontation... 😳
Plz Cntinue soon...
And reading ur work is always a pleasure..😳
thanx a lot for the pm..do tak..cre.. 😊

-indu

Originally posted by: austenrox

<font color="#0099ff">EXACTLY , indu...abhay and brandon are poles apart...but somewhere they are not as big monsters as they portray themselves to be...but then again of course..Abhay has a lot of pain and too much to face everyday for the reason he does not feel anything all ..except when it comes to Piya and that makes him so so angry that he might rip her throat if he gets that chance..Abhay thinks its cause Piya let Mary's soul free that he feels something..even if its anger..but later on...it becomes way more than that...and Brandon? the thing is indu at least you can understand Abhay and where he comes from..but Brandon? what he feels and why and if he feels anything at all for anybody is always such a mystery..nobody ever knows.Brandon and Abhay have that cruel quotient but are completely different as people...but yeah the evil quotient is similar to a small extent there. 😳 AbhIya confrontation will come very very soon. 😳</font>

hm..thn i ws ryt! And will brandon's chrct gt d focus n future? And if it does thn no doubt it wil b no less intrstng thn abhay's..!!
And r u going to updat tdy?

Originally posted by: lost_in_love

hm..thn i ws ryt! And will brandon's chrct gt d focus n future? And if it does thn no doubt it wil b no less intrstng thn abhay's..!!
And r u going to updat tdy?

@koyel: its k dear..updat wen u gt time! Will wait..😊

Originally posted by: Monami_50

Fabolous😆😆😉

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When Light overpowers Darkness and When Cynicism Meets Pride.

Piya's curls and Pri's wandering curiosity left the stuffed sandy marbled tiles of the murky , consuming hallway,stuffed with huddles of people conversing and embracing while their footsteps are searching for Alvira's gorgeous muddy brown eyes and her signature excruciating gaze...it was the first day of senior year..she could not have possibly overslept .After all, a new year meant of a possible new batch of fresh faces that might be able to change the atmosphere of this personal hellhole to at least a certain degree ..an assemblage where everyone thought of none else than pleasing each other instead of listening to their own voices , and what they believe in as people..even if people smiled at you , their smile never reached their eyes. Every member of this school had five or more layers of poker faces to deal with through their every body language and syllable..Alvira could not have possibly missed out on a day where a ray of hope might have done something to change this shabby petridish of similar bacterias boiling and reacting in the same way deliberately all the time, regardless of their natural different chemicals.

As Piya's eyes kept wandering , and Pri's brows kept furrowing to hopefully see an emerging olive skinned face with messy dark hair , walking shapelessly within a pair of baggy , untamed cargoes.Alvi was seconds away from entering through the soaring emblem of a tree carved in silver midst the transparent class shielding the black blocks of "HILLRIDGE HIGH INTERNATIONAL SENIOR SCHOOL". "Welcome back to hell ." , muttered her rough mouth that was soft by nature through softly chewing a half eaten toast , as her signature messy dark brown hair was busy tasting the jelly within her mouth as her face scrunched up by savagely chewing a crumpled toast.. her muddy brown lakes furrowed while entering and making a way out of the smelly hallway through the stereotypic faces, but before her steps met the hallway , her body and stance bumped into a tall , lean , stereotypic attractive face that Alvi would term average.Although , Alvi's attraction cues only worked for John Abhraham. His curly unkempt noir hair brushing over his fair , boyish face dived into his hazel eyes which screamed out to Alvi as the typical new blue eyed boy of her school. "Great" , muttered her sarcastic conscience. As his flirtatious boyish smile spread over his face , Alvi was just waiting for the superficial pleasantries to come out of his mouth , as his long ,stout and proud nose sniffed in snobbery. Everyone was the same, Alvi thought. They don't even know you , and greet you as if they are seeing you after 3 centuries as if life is a soap opera without cameras..and the minute people humiliate you , they join or watch with pleasure..Alvi dealt and met such people every second of her life..so it was nothing new , but she just hoped such a face would not be the first one to greet her.."Hey..what's your name?" , fumbled his flirty mouth while his eyes beamed , as Alvi's dark brows furrowed further.."Why?" , she muttered. For the first time this proud , arrogant prince who seemed to think he was too good for his shoes did not have a single word to say. A rush of negative vibes arrived within Alvi's chest..but the wind gushed to her face and her eyes relaxed.She immediately ran from the steps of the hallway and went outside to taste the wind..as her small hands stretched out to embrace the wind and its howl swaying on her face and hair that managed her face to bring out a smile in genuine content instead of sarcasm , while Harsh's curly , unruly hair and proud countenance was observing it all , with the flash back of her asking in cynicism why when he casually asked her name running consistently through his mind.."who is she?" echoed his wandering mind , as if his heart felt there was just something about this girl..a cynic and yet a softie..but his pride defied his heart like it always did and made him roll his obnoxious hazel irises for his nimble curiosity , but his flirtatious garb guarded his genuine heart of knowing who that girl was...her face was half hidden within her messy untamed strands of dark brown mane , but the whistle of the wind that made her run to its tune of howling lifted the hair guarding her face, and Harsh met those beautiful pair of muddy brown irises that were framed with a thick sway of dark eyelashes that highlighted the huge shaped almond irises that were mesmerizing but its beauty was chipped with two small gallows of dark circles beneath.Harsh had met thousands of pretty girls..so it was not a big deal , but there was just something about her countenance , her face. Her cheeks had a bronze glow but was overshadowed by her olive skinned tan..her irises hid beneath dark circles and her baby pink , rose budded mouth fumed in aggression that highlighted her chin. She was beautiful and yet it was hidden and casted over by small amount of veils draped around her face .. "There is just something about her."..his heart echoed again.

Alvi hoped that the wind's rhythm would never seize and hoped that her sub conscious curiosity about that proud , haughty annoying boy left her mind already...annoyance struck her conscience as he flashed his sunshine flavored smile..but the subconscious pang of her heart kept on asking her conscience in loud overtones , "Who was he? Who does he think he is???The King of Sheba maybe..his six foot long nose is probably not as big as his pride..uggh. These kind of guys should be given a reality check. I hope I break his ego into pieces...but'but...why do I care enough to even think about him? Why..did my head and heart start battling the minute I bumped into Mr.Proud-Pinnochio nose...*flash of an innocent Alvi breaking down in tears*...oh, Alvi..he reminds you of...him..."... , the minute Alvi's features felt vulnerable after a long , long time ; she feels Pri's and Piya's arms around her and she came back to the present day of varied possibilities. "Where in God's name were you??!? We thought you probably over slept today!" , chimed Piya.

"Chill idiots!" , claimed Alvi , smiling. "I just bumped into a proud snob."

"Was he cute?" , claimed Pri. Oh well. That had to be Pri asking, thought Piya and Alvi as they looked at each other , knowing their thoughts collided.

"UGGH.No , Pri.Please."

Piya giggled in mischief as she replied , "Ah.If Alvi doesn't find him cute enough in her category , then he definitely is *winking at Pri's direaction as Pri couldn't help but giggle*."

As Alvi was busy hitting Piya with her rough book playfully...the wind's rhythm and the sky's colour changed and took the form of another dimension of texture .Piya's breath suddenly caught her throat. As if she was familiar with this sudden change of the sky's colour, and the similar disorientation of the wind's chime ...the emergence of the sudden bleak weather as the three girls beheld the image that made the entire senior school stop and stare. Only air was being emanated within the atmosphere as every single face beheld those disturbingly attractive eyes that hung over Abhay's flawlessly rigid cheekbones upholding their stiffness by the most masculine jaw line probably not even known to mankind as his footsteps entered inside the campus. Alvira's cynical eyes rolled within their liquids as the most popular girl who probably would establish a job in making people's lives miserable, took no time at all in prancing her pretty and chipped hot pink nails over his granite face in horrific anticipation. Little did Amna know how she would get the threatening of her life when his hands probably made of iron twisted it as easy as one shakes one's hand without any effort or unease.. which made the entire campus's eardrums shake by her meek and pitchy scream. Piya's curls started flowing vigorously and her eyes bogged out of their sockets as quickly as her heart thumped completely out of her chest. Her body was not in her control anymore, her heart directed it now. As without her permission , her steps tower over his huge , morbid shadow as she dares to take his hand as her eyes fume but her heart explodes and her fascinated yet intimidated conscience wonders why' "This is not a slaughter house!" she seethed."You cannot! I repeat, CANNOT physically harm someone whenever you want just because one bothers you or intimidates you! " Abhay's jaw line changed into a pleased , dark grin , "Little miss two goody shoes." His tone was so sarcastic , that it would make one want to hurl at its eeriness and capriciousness. "Are your cotton candy shaped hands going to hit me for 'justice' ?" ,He mocked in pseudo sarcasm..and angrily grabbed her fragile, fair skinned hand into his bronze palms , "Or is it going to wither in 'unbearable pain'?" 'Piya seethed in anger and felt small blood drops appear from his grasp on her hands'but her eyes and her heart were entwined within his'his irises which seemed to not lock into anyone's heart or composure ever , but told a story of another'bloodstreams began rapidly emerging from Piya's fair hand as Abhay's grip tightened'but for the first time , his eyes wavered'"She sees something in me..through my eyes'" , his mind echoed'"She sees Mary!!".. this realization made anger bestow upon Abhay's every feature as Mary's faint smiling image remained with her Victorian cream colored umbrella held upon her head , wearing a white netted corset as she passed him smiling in coyness felt lingered within Piya's sentimental gaze. "That image never left his eyes , did it?" , wandered Piya heart..and she saw it rotating around his dead , lifeless eyes'as she did, her hand without her permission touched his eyes and wavered it across his brow , feeling and swallowing the essence of the thickness of his eyelashes as if his eyes were a surreal illusion that would disappear into the dark if anyone tried to touch them. For a minute, everything changed and time stood still. Abhay felt peace for the first time in a 100 years, and his eyes closed in solace.. his grip weakened and lingered on her wrist without his awareness. As Piya finally realized what she was doing , she moved away from his stance , and Alvi ran to her further pulling her into the crowd , as Abhay's gaze returned to be ruthless, like it always was.

"What the hell?!?" , bellowed Alvi's rebellious and shocked stance. "Who the hell does he think he is?!?!?? Is this craphole actually admitting murderers along with fake and proud pansies?"

"Let's just go" , echoed Piya's faint voice , as the alarming , sharp shriek of the school's bell rang and everyone , horrified in shocked silence 'ran inside the interiors , as Abhay's reluctance got the better of him and stood there ..towering over the weather bordering his body , as he was the sky's faint cry and the wind's child. Piya's feet left the ground he was in..but her eyes never did..and probably never could.