AbhIya FF : It's the end's beginning. (PAGE 60 ). - Page 14

Originally posted by: pkyekfanclub

very nice Koyal and it's really different fromm rest of the stories I have read yet plz add me to ur pm list 😊

superb update

Awesome Update Dear..!👏

Originally posted by: Divya6696

Awesome Update Dear..!👏

Hope Piya meets the man in her dreams soon..!😳

Continue soon..!😊

P.S.- Thanks for the PM..!🤗

Originally posted by: MS-meghasharma

superb update

u really described everything in a brilliant and unique manner quite different from other writers.

so pia has seen him in her dream i wonder what would happen to her when she would come face to face with him.

thanks for pm😊

A father's shadow within her undying love prospered.

As Piya's black tendrils cast an ebony shadow upon the broad block of solemnized ice rocking its cemented body against an old wooden chair ricketing in its own tune, where his beautifully flawed face illuminated midst the fire blazing within the grey stoned chimney..Alvira and Pri gulped their fears as they led Piya to her living room and bid adieu..cause that's how her father's appearance was : frigid , intimidating and dominatingly rigid. His dusky , mountainous cheek bones moved within their sediments of skin as his jaw ruffled in its usual nature of authority and unintentional terror, " COME IN."..boomed his voice which felt like an order of compulsion by a dominant king...his voice , the notion and tremor of it still shook every fragile bone inside his little lamb of a daughter even after smiling at his grim and stout appearance within his large , protective hands when she first saw the world..little did Piya know that when she smiled her warmth of sunshine when she was brought to the world..for the first time in this man's life..his heart felt warmth and affection. For the first time he learnt what attachment was , but of course his ego and his mask of a strong rigid lion was always worn , guarding inside a lost child seeking for love he never got from his mother , which was never even displayed to his daughter...Yet , Piya knew she would not be able to love anyone else more in this world no matter how hard she tried. As her nimble , baby porcelain feet take small steps towards her father searing his eyes at her and wondering still through beholding his wife's reflection of her through Piya's curly tendrils and her small , unconventional features , that when did his sweet innocent lamb grow up so fast? However his voice always portrayed something else completely different from his thoughts :"YOU FINALLY SEEM TO BE REMEMBERING THAT YOU HAVE A HOME..WHY ARE YOU SO LATE? THERE IS A DISCIPLINE IN THIS HOUSE AND ANYONE WHO CONTRADICTS ME AND MY AUTHORITY CAN LIVE IN THE ROADS..REMEMBER THIS , PIYA. THIS RULE WON'T EVEN BUDGE FOR YOU. UNDERSTOOD?" Piya was used to her father's ambitious and harsh words..though Piya does not remember the last time those rough patched eyebrows stopped furrowing..it has been furrowing to the extent that his regal and experienced forehead has two permanent lines between his fierce rigid arches of dark hair that keep on reminding Piya what a rocky mountain he is and if she can ever become of small narrow brook flowing through him..."I'm sorry Papa, I fainted downstairs due to...*flash of those impossibly paranormal eyes which tell a story and a blaze of fire destrying every beauty of nature*.the heavy rain .Pri and Alvira helped me to come back home though...I'm sorry Papa" There was suddenly a hint of emotion on her dad's emotionally devoid face that consisted of two rigid block of dusky mountains being weather beaten for the past 56 experienced years of his life..that wanted to ask her if she's is okay..that wanted to give her some food for strength..but he was Kishor . Kishor Singhania..his care had to be emanated with a slice of harshness as well. "Laxmi , stop sweeping the floors now and give Piya some food in her room...*his eyes sway at his fairy light* as she is grounded for two days for not obeying house orders..and *his voice trembling for a few seconds*...give her some daahi with lots of paapri in it...it's her favourite snack...*his eyes immediately swipe their sight off her daughter's face..*

Piya's face turned into a myriad of emotions with tears hanging on the precipice of her big , innocent eyes by his gesture ..she had thrown her arms around him alarming her father .."Thank you , Papa" ...His eyes were filled with swarming tears..but his tears had always flooded down his cheeks invisibly..he cried but not one saw the hint of water smearing down his rigid , raw cheekbones, cause that is just how Kishor Singhania was... swayed by his emotions , but never changed by them .

hey dear yu r awake till now

wow nice update...
liked the relation that piya with her father yar...
he loved her daughter but didnt show ...
piya is so sweet na...
liked the last scene when she swung her arms to her dad..
cont soon waiting 4 it...

i never read this type of description of father..thank you very much for give us this update..