|Soul For Sale| A Nandini-Aman OS| - Page 5

Originally posted by: aishu3003

fantastic os diii👏

very well penned😳😳

lovedd itt😊

Originally posted by: zanayaforever

Ankoo..long time no see..yeh lo tight sa jhabbi 😳
And ur os.. 👏 ..god DAT was intense n heart breaking..even I expected nandini to b all relieved n thankful..never thot of this response...to be sold 7 times! anku how dark can u be??n never expected mhari cutie pie a man to b so emotional..u nailed it

Originally posted by: shree10

😭

That is so cruel.. I wanted this to be happy ending.. The end was too painful. But beautifully written. Very touching.

PS- I really dont like Sunhari-Aman pairing! It appears too forced!

Originally posted by: deep0909

Wow! Very emotional and gripping. When is the end coming?waiting...

Originally posted by: Oldestfan

Ankie Cherry Blossom!

There is an unmistakable style to your writing. I can name napster, what-the, tvbug2011, smitar as the first that come to mind along with you when I think of writing that I would recognize anywhere. I also want to acknowledge here all those I have not named ... i am in awe of the talent on this forum!

I like to think of your writing as craftsman architecture ... Blending in with the elements, being part of them. I see it in your Parud OSes, in the structure of your story... No flourishes no embellishments, but yet certain elements that make you draw your breath in as the blast furnace of the intensity opens up. Like when he touched her tattoo.

You talked about two people who are prisoners of their lives. He is imprisoned by his soldier-hood, and she is imprisoned by her exploitation. They think each that they have no right to demand of each other what is every man and womans fundamental right ... To love,to be loved,to be lovers.

Mr. Nice Guy ... Who does not think that his approaching her as a man will work because she will think he is like the others... She, Ms. Fallen Woman, not believing, after being treated like an animal for so long, that she is worthy!

And thus, we turn our backs on what is knocking and knocking at our hearts doors ... A God sent chance at reprieve, at happiness, at recovery, at rebirth, at redemption!

This story was written not with a pen or ipad or laptop, it was written with the strokes of a finely honed, exquisitely sharp, and lethal sword of a samurai. Amans final gesture was like that.

Ankie I have nothing more to say other than I have always loved your writing and I always will!

Originally posted by: nature2

powerful beginning😉

Originally posted by: Smokyeyes2014

Such a powerful beginning! Pls. don't leave this as a one shot... it's a story that deserves to be told.

Originally posted by: Couch_Potato

rres.

and might I just add that I hate you in the best possible way. It's been hours but that sinking feeling hasn't left yet. You're a gifted dark force.