OS - Safe in his arms P75 - Page 9

Originally posted by: 1D_D3-Crazy

Awesome update :-) loved it

Originally posted by: huntinchild

You are awesome...Aye hayee...😃 Update soon

Oookkk I really got very busy to with all the guests in my house.BUT it has always been a pleasure writing my feedback ONLY 4 YOU.😛😛😛😛😛 how can I deprive myself 4m that!! 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳Now about my favourite extract(as to me it's the finest of all that u wrote)an I tell u why.

U have intrigued me with this piece or art. it goes beyond being just a piece of writing. 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏first if am not wrong,u have used the elements of romantic suspence.suspence not as in an intrigue but somewhat psychological. saras is more intense and deep than perhaps most people can make out. certain instances in the serial show this nature of him.like he cant take no,but unlike being darcy type,he moulds every rejection inside himself. like when kumud threw him in mud,he did look at her with anger,but instead of hurting or rebuking her he starts to undo the impact(that he got muddied).this reflects how meditative and self introspecting he is. unlike "falling" in which u sprinkled little incidences, which tugs at d heart, in "an embrace…"u deal more about samud's inner being.whereas in "falling" their action in situational,here they r outbursts of passionate feelings. I know I am appearing a bit illusive but it has things which can only be felt,(all ur fault,4 being such a beautiful writer😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳)in this piece along with all this u have added another quality which makes saras magnetic in his appeal.romantic he is but u make him brooding.although u have correctly underplayed it,but the primal rather primeval instinctual edge of his love for kumud reverberates all though ur work👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏.u start of with a light scene the mud throwing incident,but then u get in2 the layers of saras's heart.the transition from the physical plane of action to the subliminal plane of a wild hearts reaction with done beautifully.i ADORE this line

"Saras muttered, leaving the pot which was almost completed. He felt she was riling him purposely. She was rubbing him the wrong way, charging him and making him want her more. "

GREEEAT!!!!!!!!👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Kumuds gesture indeed provoked something feral inside him.intensity mixed with desire,took shape of possessiveness venting itself through anger👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏WOOOW!!!! THIS IS HAT MADE ME WRITE IN MY EaRLIER COMMENT "WHAT HAVE U DONE"u are extremely novel in this thought.

I am a fan of dark possessive love,but in most works sense of possessiveness is depicted through actions,but here u have put it though emotions BRRAAAVO!!! Its very creative and its precisely this particular point which makes this piece one of its kind. A special mention about two lines I loved.

"But before she could get hold of it, Saras caught her hands firmly making her to kneel on the mud. He was flaring in frustration and desire. He wanted her to pour out what he has seen in her eyes."

wooow!!!!!

and this one

"He heard her breathing in and out slowly, trying to match the rhythm of his heart beat."

this expression is extremely beautiful👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

p.s-i am delighted that u dedicated "embrace"to me,but believe me the fact that u wrote it keeping my wish in ur mind was more than what any dedication cud do.cant tell u how happy i felt😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳 thank u sooo much 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

p.p.s.-my name is "tuiya" an i am a bengali😳😳😳😳😳.what is ur name??

Originally posted by: AJlovesArshi

Amazing! :)

Originally posted by: megz.10

it was OSSMOM!!!...cont soon😊

Saras held his head high as he walked past Kumud. Tears welled up in his eyes as he was dying within. Weeks have passed with him trying to hide the truth from her, telling lies to cover up his reasons. Her deep eyes reminded him that it was completely his fault. He was going to lock it away in his vault. He saw her tears. Were they the tears of frustration, because he had been just so close to her? He thought he understood her. He thought he read her thoughts correct. But…. He was wrong again.

'Damn it!' Saras hit the door with his fist in frustration, cursing him for being silent in front of her. He rebuked himself for being unable to tell her. How could he be tongue-tied when he look into her deep eyes? He has almost admitted that he wants to change his decision. Hasn't she felt what is inside him? She seemed to know him better than he, himself.

Kumud kept pondering about why he was being put into trouble every time she wanted him to leave. Was it the unknown bond that binds them together that made him stays back? Was it the will of God to keep him near her? Was she now going to believe that they belong together? Was he her destiny, from which she could not run away with?

She slept with these hazy thoughts. Dreams of him made her woke up with a startle. He was holding her, soothing her uneasy soul.

'No!' she murmured while moving the trails of hair over her face, trying to normalize her breathing. She has to get her question answered at any cost. He has to answer her. She got out of the bed slowly, leaving her anklets behind so that no one would be disturbed by the cham chamm sound of them. She covered herself with a navy blue shawl and tip-toed out of the room. Like a thief in her own house she peeped into her father's room.

To her surprise, she found the side of the bed where Saras slept was empty. He has gone, but where. Dejected, she walked towards the staircase which led to the terrace. She wanted to kick saras out of the home in her heart that had permanency written on it.

'Looking for me?' His husky voice froze her on the steps. As she turned she saw him looking at her longingly. This longing made her wanted to run to him one minute and away from him next. She knew he was surely driving her crazy, slowly. He had affected her so much. His sincerity and pureness attracted her more, though he has rejected her. His wonderful smile cheered her gloomy face even in the dark.

'Nahi! Who mein…actually I came to check papa..' she uttered reluctantly turning her back to him. Afraid of getting caught she decided to go back to her room.

'You can't lie to me, don't you?' he walked to her side confidently, folding his arms across his chest. Has she being caught? Did he really know how she feels? She moved her forelocks behind her ears relieving the tension of the moment. She looked at him, her eyes telling their own story by pouring out their boundaries.

He knew she loves him. But why does she want to punish herself by sending him off? Why had she refused to admit the feelings delineated in her very eyes? Was that she wants him to suffer because of his one wrong decision? Was it her stubbornness? Damn it! He thought. He wanted to shake her into admittance, but the fear of losing her forever held him back. He knew he must go away, and he promised himself that he will.

He pulled out the waist chain from his pocket, which he wanted to give her, as it belonged to her. He loved the sight of the chimes dancing rhythmically singing their own melody every time she moves.

She almost grabbed the waist chain from him, annoyed for he gave it back to her, which she expected him to keep it with him just like she kept the pot he made. She hastily twirled the chain around her slim waist and halted as the hook was just at her back. Unable to hook the chain, she turned around like a kathak dancer trying eagerly to keep the rhythm.

'Let me help you' he leaned forward and took hold her hand.

'No! Leave it!' she oppressed moving away from his grip.

Shaking his head, Saras went up to her in slow motion, smirking at her struggle. Standing behind her, he gently took her hand away alleviating her of her job. He took over what he had wanted to do ever since he has found her shinning waist chain. He traced a finger on her smooth, bare waist consciously, sending chills through her spine. He saw her hips swaying not in revulsion, but in urge. With a deep slow breath, she parted her lips slightly closing her eyes. Mesmerized by her beauty, Saras looked at her forgetting to blink even for a second. His eyes clearly told how much he needed her. How much he wanted her.

'Open your eyes' he whispered to her ears, after finishing his job. With a jolt Kumud opened her eyes and found him bending over her face so close that she even felt the warmth of his breath. He was so close to her that she could feel his quickened heartbeats. Afraid to get drowned in his deep eyes, she stared at the darkness of the night.

'Kumud, look at me' he lifted her chin with his fingertips and looked in to her eyes. Releasing his light hold on her chin he ran his fingers tracing her neckline onto her shoulder. Without breaking the eye lock, he moved her long hair over her shoulders to her back setting it free to dance in the wind. He ran his fingers just behind her exposed back, pulling her closer to him. Needing more, he lowered his face and kissed her bare shoulders lightly. She tried to push him away, but he seemed to be out of control, moving his lips all the way up to her jaw line.

'I love you Kumud' with a moan he whispered into her ears.