14. Worlds A P A R T..... June 1. LNK upd

June 1:

Dear diary,

Sanam stared at Aahil who graced the hallway in all his glory...a magnificience she could not take her eyes off...

The young Nawaab in his fine silk, which would only be a rag cloth for him tomorrow...his deprived attendant in the finest she could manage...there was no comparison...

Sanam was rendered speechless...was it the devastating contrast of their disparity, or the fleeting fascination she felt for a man who suddenly looked attractive to her?

They walked past each other silently...him proud, despite his recent faux pas; her diffident, in defiance of her triumph...

They brush past each other...another intersection the impish fate designs...perceived as arrogance on the other's part by each...

And as they decide to ignore the annoying challenger...

A thread of fate connects them yet again...

Sanam is reduced to a bashful young lass...

Acutely aware of a man...

Aahil speaks with the clout of a man who knows he is superior to her in all material aspects...

I don't want any more of this nonsense'...he slips on the mask of the master'...

Not knowing that he has been conceived to be a slave...to his emotions that would deceive him in the not so far off future...

...

The enchantment continues for Sanam...

She is offered a new insight into the man who refuses a label...

He tags along his Ammi...she sees Scornfulness on his knees...

Hanging on to every word, dazed under a charm...

Would she be fortunate enough to receive a grain of that compassion...

Unfortunately, not...

It was a mirage her mind had conjured up...

Circumstances might fool her, but the man changed not...

Or...Did he?

One word from his mother...and he had ...LET HER GO...

...

Now amidst her loved ones...

Sanam admires the structure...

The grandiosity of the mansion...

How vastly different from her own pitiful inheritance...

They were WORLDS APART...

I hold you in my arms, yeah that's when it starts
I seek faith in your kiss and comfort in your heart
I taste the seed upon your lips, lay my tongue upon your scars
But when I look into your eyes we stand worlds apart

Where the distant oceans sing and rise to the plain
In this dry and troubled country your beauty remains
Down from the mountain road where the highway rolls to dark
'Neath Allah's blessed rain we remain worlds apart

Sometimes the truth just ain't enough
Or is it too much in times like this
Let's throw the truth away we'll find it in this kiss
In your skin upon my skin in the beating of our hearts
May the living let us in before the dead tear us apart

We'll let blood build a bridge over mountains draped in stars
I'll meet you on the ridge between these worlds apart
We've got this moment now to live then it's all just dust and dark
Let's let love give what it gives
Let's let love give what it gives

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Link to 13: The tharasu of Justice

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Link to 15: The truce...

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Originally posted by: TVD-IANcrazy

I am really short of words now. There is no word to describe how amazing you are. 👏 More than the show I now enjoy reading your posts. You always take the scene on step ahead. Loved it. It has always been a pleasure reading your posts. 🤗

Originally posted by: farz_parachute

The title.




The way THEY were set apart.



True! Every word!



They're class apart; world apart.




I wanna say more...but nothing I say can describe exactly what I want say. Do I make sense?


Hmm.

You awesome!


Mwah!

Originally posted by: diana72

once again... u have rendered m speechless...im awestruck at the way u narrate their feelings n fate has tied them to each other...readin ur analysis or insight on saahil...the scene has juz replayed in.my mind...u have a great gift...tq for such a wonderful insight on saahil 😊

Originally posted by: chicksoup

June 1:

Dear diary,

Sanam stared at Aahil who graced the hallway in all his glory...a magnificience she could not take her eyes off...

The young Nawaab in his fine silk, which would only be a rag cloth for him tomorrow...his deprived attendant in the finest she could manage...there was no comparison...

Sanam was rendered speechless...was it the devastating contrast of their disparity, or the fleeting fascination she felt for a man who suddenly looked attractive to her?

They walked past each other silently...him proud, despite his recent faux pas; her diffident, in defiance of her triumph...

They brush past each other...another intersection the impish fate designs...perceived as arrogance on the other's part by each...

And as they decide to ignore the annoying challenger...

A thread of fate connects them yet again...

Sanam is reduced to a bashful young lass...

Acutely aware of a man...

Aahil speaks with the clout of a man who knows he is superior to her in all material aspects...

I don't want any more of this nonsense'...he slips on the mask of the master'...

Not knowing that he has been conceived to be a slave...to his emotions that would deceive him in the not so far off future...

...

The enchantment continues for Sanam...

She is offered a new insight into the man who refuses a label...

He tags along his Ammi...she sees Scornfulness on his knees...

Hanging on to every word, dazed under a charm...

Would she be fortunate enough to receive a grain of that compassion...

Unfortunately, not...

It was a mirage her mind had conjured up...

Circumstances might fool her, but the man changed not...

Or...Did he?

One word from his mother...and he had ...LET HER GO...

...

Now amidst her loved ones...

Sanam admires the structure...

The grandiosity of the mansion...

How vastly different from her own pitiful inheritance...

They were WORLDS APART...

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He let her go...

I felt this was probably the most significant transition this week...the love story has not even begun...but we were probably shown the beginnings of Aaahil's junoon...That would make him sing...lament...

Worlds Apart" (Bruce Springsteen)

I hold you in my arms, yeah that's when it starts
I seek faith in your kiss and comfort in your heart
I taste the seed upon your lips, lay my tongue upon your scars
But when I look into your eyes we stand worlds apart

Where the distant oceans sing and rise to the plain
In this dry and troubled country your beauty remains
Down from the mountain road where the highway rolls to dark
'Neath Allah's blessed rain we remain worlds apart

Sometimes the truth just ain't enough
Or is it too much in times like this
Let's throw the truth away we'll find it in this kiss
In your skin upon my skin in the beating of our hearts
May the living let us in before the dead tear us apart

We'll let blood build a bridge over mountains draped in stars
I'll meet you on the ridge between these worlds apart
We've got this moment now to live then it's all just dust and dark
Let's let love give what it gives
Let's let love give what it gives

***********************************************************

Link to 13: The tharasu of Justice

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/107597306