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the woman watching them was spooky...but it was intense ...u do't know how much I had been waiting to read this chapter...so she finally does go with him...I thought maybe she might reject him all together?

i want another 50 chapters devi ur the best writer and i need another 100 chapters of lavender

Read all the 50 chapters together. What a brilliant piece of writing. Loved the concept and the detailed portrayal of each and every character. While I was reading, I could really feel the atmosphere of each and every room and the places in the story. Like I was physically present there. The woods, the rain, the pond, the kitchen... Ellam valare bhangiyayittanu ezhuthiyirikkunnathu. Ee katha enikku valare ishtamayi.

Originally posted by: GirlOfFire

What a gripping way of writing you have... more than the story - its your story telling that holds one..

my only crib - longer chapters, please?? please????

Why the crib dear? I think in the way Devi writes there is no space for more, if you know what I mean. It is only as much as we can absorb in that instance. I like the short chapters only because it allows us to feel the intensity of each update.

So finally I brought myself to read KH, after almost 6 months of contemplation fearing too much of a preoccupation, which every one of your works have left me with. 6 months of procastination did little to keep me away from this forbidden fruit (courtesy: Pawan). Started to read it this morning with a single-mindedness and read all the updates and the only thing thats bothering me now is - will I be able to sleep tonight, if I sleep, will Devaki and Lakshmi haunt my dreams?

its very spooky... continue soon!

Heyy read a some chapters !!

Chapter 51: You Against the World

There was a knock on the door, but she ignored it and turned her face to the window.

She could feel the indentation the tiny wire bracelet on her wrist had made on the side of her face where it had been resting on folded arms over drawn up knees. She was seated on the window ledge of her hotel room. For a while this morning when she had sat here, her gaze had taken in the perfectly manicured and manmade lawns out back until the sight had started to make her feel suffocated. She had walked around the room for sometime before returning to her perch on the window ledge. It was dark out now and the sight of everything synthetic outside was no longer distinct enough to bother her.

The knock sounded again.

She doubted he would go away merely because she chose to not respond.

Nonetheless, she waited until he knocked two more times before finally walking to the door to open it.

He was back in his three-piece suit. His hair was combed back neatly with the slight glisten of expensive hair products. His feet were no longer bare and were in shoes that were polished to a gleam that she knew would hold her reflection well.

She didn't betray any indication of her reaction to this change in his appearance. She should have naturally expected this now that he was back to the real world and no longer held prisoner in her home.

She didn't look at his face, but directed her gaze somewhere past his right ear and waited him out.

"Did you eat?" she heard him ask.

She didn't think she had. She didn't think she had eaten all day. She couldn't even remember drinking a glass of water. But those facts brought no sense of renewed hunger or thirst and it was a moment before she answered, "I am not hungry."

"I will have them bring something up." He said in answer.

"I am not hungry." She repeated before starting to withdraw back into her room, hoping that he would take it as the dismissal that it was intended to be.

He put his hand on the door before she could think of closing it and held it open.

"Pallavi asked me to make sure that you eat your dinner because she knows that you haven't eaten all day."

Her eyes turned to meet his suddenly and spoke with an urgency that belied her earlier indifference.

"You spoke to my sister? When?"

"After my meeting at 4 wrapped. I had given her my cell phone number before I left; I think she called from the university where she teaches."

She swallowed hard and felt no ease from her dry throat.

"What did she say?" she asked, although it felt like a moot question afterwards. What was there to be said now.

"She wanted to know what I planned to do."

His answer surprised her but he didn't say anything further.

What did he plan to do? It was a good question. This was the first time they had talked since they had left her home before the break of dawn this morning. There had not even been an exchange of greetings, much less a discussion of plans. She wasn't even sure if there was something there to discuss as she could not imagine that their plans coincided with each other.

"What did you say?" she asked finally after several moments.

"I told her the debt at the bank on the house has been settled. It buys me and your father a bit of time before the agreement of purchase and sale has to be completed. I have to go back to Delhi tomorrow. I plan on returning to the house in a month's time to complete the official sale."

Whatever she had been prepared for, it had not been this answer.

She finally looked into his eyes. The man who had arrived at her home last Sunday dripping with arrogance and annoyance was gone. The man who had lived in her home for the past four days was gone as well. This man appeared to be a stranger with empty eyes.

"Alright. Thank your for settling the debt. I am sure my father appreciates the time it buys him." She answered, taking care to keep her tone and inflection even before she started to once again withdraw inside.

"I will send dinner up." He told her, no longer trying to keep the door open.

"I am not hungry." She said once again.

"I know, but eat anyways. You can't afford to not have any energy to fight the world. It is you alone now, as you know."

She felt tears clog the back of her throat in a sudden attack and looked down until she could be sure that they were not threatening to make their attack more visible.

"As you wish." She said finally when she looked back up at him.

She shut the door with a gentleness borne of a sudden fatigue rather than anything else and stood against its back for a few moments, trying not to give into the tears that still wanted to spill and drag her down with them.

You can't afford to not have any energy to fight the world. It is you alone now, as you know.

Truer words have never been spoken indeed.

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Am I imagining this?? You updated?? I will read and come back...*jumping with joy*