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Thanks a lot, Suk. Where have u been missed you yaar. U shud write aswell. It would be good. Lets see where my imagination takes me wid this - As I haven't got a plan in place yet. But then when I set of doing the E.A's I don't normally have a plan either - It's what comes to mind goes down in the post. ⭐️WOW! Carisma, i loved it! Up until a few months ago, i was a bookworm, always had my nose in a book, sometimes had one at work, one at home, got thru loads over the years, so though i'm not an expert i know a good book, and girl i am impressed. Keep it up, it's precise, funny, and interesting. I've thought about writing before, but i've got ideas, but i'm too lazy. I read everything except autobiographies, but i applaud u for starting this👏👏
Originally posted by: carisma2
Thanks a lot, Suk. Where have u been missed you yaar. U shud write aswell. It would be good. Lets see where my imagination takes me wid this - As I haven't got a plan in place yet. But then when I set of doing the E.A's I don't normally have a plan either - It's what comes to mind goes down in the post. ⭐️
Thanks a lot sweets
I've been not well/ busy working/doing christmas preps/housework blah blah.I think if i did start something i'd be ok but its finding the time. I always have plenty of ideas but i'm gonna have to sit and think it over first. I've read a couple of other ffs and really enjoyed them.Look forward to your next instalment😊
Thanks love - hope u like the next installment - that one is on KrishnaHey, Carisma! Very nice start.
I do not have much interest in reading FFs, but just wanted give yours a try. Liked it.
third installment
It shone famously in it's full glory tonight, the acting intermediary between the earth and the sun, The moon played its part and darkness had fallen, The beams fell through open curtains In Krishna's room. Oblivious and innocent of the universes plans unfolding around him, Krishna rarely dreamt, at night at least but tonight was different, His dreams were awakened by her presence, his mind had been racing all day and now his mind unconsciously needed justification. He was there again on the road side when the motorbike had broken down. He was eccentrically unacquainted of Tunna and Chandu. Krishna heard a painful scream almost deafening his ears and senses, his heartbeat thumped hard against his chest like a uncontrollable wailing child. Krishna didn't want to look in the direction of the screams with the fear of confronting the unknown. But as he turned his head slowly, ever so slowly he felt the rays of sunshine bright and strong and he saw that smiling face. He knew that face, Even now he could comprehend its silhouette even from a distance. Wiping unruly sweat from his forehead he made his way towards it, hoping and wishing with all his being that it won't disappear. He called out "Angadwa" But then even any traces of a silhouette figure disappeared. A crestfallen Krishna felt beaten and lost again; he was exhausted and very hot. He raised his elbow to allow his arm to relieve him of the remaining sweat from his face when something cool and soft touched his face as though the softest cotton was planting tiny kisses against his hard warm skin. He opened his eyes to see the soother was the scarf he held this morning. The scarf which belonged to the girl he'd met yesterday morning.
Krishna arose from his sleep, heart still pounding, the thudding continued like drums played by an amateur in his ears loud and clear like a antique clock chiming vigorously reminding you of every lost hour. Krishna was disturbed, He couldn't remember the last time he dreamt of Angad. But he wasn't going to think about that now, Because thinking about that was too painful and his chest hurt, Right now his plans were to try and sleep again. After gulping down some water, which entered the wrong way summoning a choke. He got up and passed the mirror, He posed in front of it and reviewed his reflection, his eyes which normally seem to dance were no longer full of life, in fact they looked beat and sad, His face looked drained. His unconventional good looks still looked apparent, He was indeed a handsome young man. He was the object of affection of many girls but he hadn't given a second thought to any of them apart from today. She had caught his mind, her innocent eyes, looking for answers within his own. He hadn't been able tear himself away from her glare easily he remembered that for sure. He also hadn't been able to look in them a minute longer either. Her strong energy radiated from her warm hands into his. Why was he thinking about her? Why had he been thinking about her all day? Who was she to him, someone that he probably wouldn't see again. He tried to forget her aura but the feeling was overwhelming and warm inside. In a split second he realised that he had to see her again. Why had she left an impression on him when no one else had, he had to find out.
"Mummy Arushi has wet the bed again", sighed Pratigya, who felt increasingly tired tonight. Nainaji reached for some fresh linen from her antique family cupboard and followed Pratigya through the hall.
Arushi sat up cyring, Naina tried consoling a despairing Arushi. "Mummy tell Pratigya to go" she wailed. Naina looked to Pratigya for understanding of the situation and Pratigya obliged. She went in to the living area and sat down whilst Nainaji cleaned Arushi up. Pratigya wondered if life would ever be normal for her parents. But then she chuckled at her own amusing thought. What was a normal life? She sat back and closed her eyes to get fourty winks, and she saw him... there on the roadside kneeling by his bike, unaware, and absent minded until she had called out. She felt an unusual sadness surge through her, a feeling to deep for her to understand but that could be described as a feeling of loving and lost. She knew that instant that she had to see him again. That was it, it was decided and there was going to be no hindering in this respect.
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Great update...😊😊😊😊 loved how you described the scene......