Four Shot: SAY GOOD-BYE--Part 3, Pg 26 (updated--June 17th) - Page 9

Aapne qasam kha rakhi hai hume rulaane ki?? I have tears in my eyes that I cant shed. Because my mum's here and she s going to think i ve gone crazy. Please dont let her leave. I want it to happen in the show. But this piece has already broken my heart so many times in each line. I cant take it anymore.

Fantastic update

WOW - you are truly gifted - it gave me gooseflesh! Keep writing

Originally posted by: napstermonster

He looked sulky, and just a little apprehensive, as they stared at each other. He would go, if she made him, those eyes said. But it would not be easy to make him, those eyes warned

As if the poison, draining out of him had somehow returned to him, along with his strength, his lost relationships with these people, and the joy of his lost childhood.

She wished she could cry. Weep her regret at leaving him behind, just when he had been found again
...her own fingers tingling and her body feeling warm, heavy with the honeyed sensations pulsing from where she was touching him.

but once, when she had been five minutes late .. she had come to find him staring at the clock and waiting for her. His kurta sleeve had already been rolled up ...She wanted to apologize--for not just being late right now but for all the times she would not be there, in the future.

But she did not allow herself to luxury of taking more from Rudra than just these odd moments. She was genuinely afraid to do that. She was afraid that when the time came, she would not be able to leave if she had more of him than just these small little moments to hold.

When he then whispered her name in a guttural tone that made her womb clench...She would rub and rub, and the ache in her breast would not ease.

..But the feel of his arms banding around her back, her shoulders lightened from their load..

But this, the bigger madness---this nurturing of his body, this longing for his soul

.. perhaps it was selfish of her to guard him the way she was doing, because his safety mattered more to her than it did to him...

But somewhere, deep inside, she knew that his loss would be the fatal one for her, the mortal cut to her soul that she would die from.

She thought that she finally understood why being her Protector all these days had mattered so much to him -- that responsibility, that sense of ownership over another person's safely was a heady wine to sip, indeed

But for the rest of the evening, she was like a mouse mesmerized by a cat, being drawn closer and closer to its death and still powerless to stop it.

Navin,
Being loquacious about your writing would be redundant.. let me just say this was soul stirringly bittersweet

You do this thing to me.. you make me want to stop writing cos I cant help but compare mine unfavorably!

Wonderful update. Loved the changed rudra. Avy other time, I would have enjoyed the romantic moment but here Paro's grief is making it emotional.

So I read the update. Coming to each refrain, paragraph by paragraph, hoping that it was not the last. And I pressed like and stared at the names below unseeingly, feeling my heart clench at this Paro and this Rudra, the youtube video in my head enveloping me, immersing me in it... Somewhat like the Pensieve!

Another amazing update.

I cannot begin to imagine the depth of imagination that you must possess to be able to get down to the heart of a character not of your making, yet put your mark on her as well.👏👏👏 I'll be honest- I watched the first few episodes of Rangrasiya and then stopped altogether 😳 simply because I wanted to wait to see if the audience in general thought the show was worth it. I keep up with the general storyline but know nothing of it in depth. I cannot even remotely claim to be a fan 😳. But I can say this much- your portrayal of the characters makes me want to go back and start watching the drama with a fresh perspective, simply to satisfy my curiosity about what inspired such a wonderful piece of writing 👍🏼. I will also lay the blame at your feet if I find that the TV characters are less inspiring to me that the ones I read about in your SS. 😛

Again, wonderful writing and great pace. Also, I LOVE that you have excellent grammar and vocab. It makes it so much easier to get lost in your stories! ❤️

Please stop, stop, stop tormenting me with the web of words you have so carefully spun around my heart. Stop asking for tears to fall from eyes, stop making my hands shake. But me asking you would be of no use because it will happen anyway, all of this, this feeling, this torment. It will happen. Yeh tune kya kiya?

All the words that you have so carefully injected into my blood have worked in such a way that I do not know whether I am in a state of peaceful slumber quietly weaving their happieness into a blanket and covering myself with it, or whether I'm in a state of panic, shock, too afraid to blink because I am fearing their seperation. Yeh tune kya kiya?


'Tainted' she didn't want to leave a stain but doesn't she see every soft finger on his body is a mark, every crushing of pill is a fingerprint into his body one that will never leave his system.

Without a dialogue you conveyed so much, you conveyed every fleeting emotion and raw. Raw. You showed us the raw flesh that is exposed before a healing scab forms over it. The repeating of the madness, the repetition, this repetition is madness.

Yeh tune kya kiya?

Kya kiye?