New FF- Samud:Sweet Dreams- New Ch pg 4 - Page 2

It was a pleasure to read your work after a long time. Although I have been following Saraswatichandra but this is my first time reading about them. Loved how you started with their POV, now I'm really excited to read more...

Thank you all sooo much! I am humbled by such sweet replies! I will try to update soon! I will try to come up with a PM list soon but as I have a lot of buddies, I may not be able to keep track of everyone- so please try and check up on it for updates.

Great start! The emotions flowed really well, their Pov's were just fabulous, I guess it'd be even more interesting in the forthcoming updates!

That was really beautiful

Pls continue soon...its a lovely start...😃 pls send a pm when u update...thx

Woww! That was very interesting!!

This was an awesome start!

Thank you all for your compliments and kind words! I am a little in over my head with school work for the moment but will update as soon as I get a chance!

Hi all! I have finally updated! Sorry I couldn't PM you all, I have about 100 buddies and don't have any list set up yet. I hope you enjoy this! If you want me to continue, Please please comment

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Saras POV

I sat through the flight, wringing my hands the entire way. What was I going to say when I saw her? How would I face her after that letter? I had never heard someone so angry with me before. How would she react to seeing me? After a while, I stopped thinking about it' the memory of her voice and her payal calmed me. Somehow, I knew that no matter how angry she was with me, she would forgive me. She just had to.

As soon as the plane slowed down, I quickly unfastened by seatbelt and rushed to the aisle with my bag in hand. The flight attendant tried to calm me down and told me to sit until the pilot gave instructions otherwise, but I was in no mood to listen. Within minutes, the we heard the pilot, but I darted off the plane as he was in the middle of thanking all of the passengers. I had the address and gave it to the driver.

I could feel my heart twist inside, a bittersweet pain. The closer we got, the safer I felt. Like she was mine'my own, the other half of me, and I was finally about to find that missing piece in my life that I always wandered around for. The other part of me, the realist, practical Saras, thought it was stupid of me to even think that she would be a perfect fit for me. Or that a woman was what I needed. All I had seen my entire life was shattered relationships. There was no way a relationship would be the thing that would complete me. I didn't even know how to be in a relationship with my family much less a complete stranger. And then what about her? She must hate me. But the more I thought about her anger, the pain she must have felt when I said no without giving her a reason, her spite for me, it gnawed at me.

I was finally at the gate. I put one foot onto the ground and instantly a wave of relief washed over me. Like I had come home for the first time, even though it had been decades since I considered this place home. The same comfort a child feels putting his head in his mother's lap. I forgot everything. My fears, my pain, my emptiness. I closed my eyes to breathe it all in and just stood still for a minute, worried that if I moved, I would break my own illusion and have to face reality. I took a deep breath as I opened the large iron gate and walked inside the long courtyard. I heard all of the hustle and bustle of the people inside, almost changed my mind, and knocked on the door once, promising myself that if they didn't hear it, I would go back to Dubai. But within seconds, someone opened the door. Kaka. He looked shocked and then smiled wide and invited me in, shouting as loud as he could that Saraswati's son, Saraswatichandra, was there.

Within a few blinks, an entire crowd was watching me, shuffling me inside, asking me hundreds of questions- when did I get here? Why didn't I tell them before so they could come pick me up personally? What would I eat? Did I want to sleep? How did I end up here? Does my dad know? I tried my hardest to answer each question and touched every elder's feet as my eyes roamed around the house to find her. After looking every which way, I stopped, disappointed. But in the middle of answering whether or not I wanted to sleep, I heard her payals and stopped speaking mid sentence. Thankfully, it was too loud for anyone to notice that I had stopped speaking. My eyes followed the sound of her payals, and I looked up. Before I could see her face, she rushed off again, leaving my heart pining to see her.

Regardless, I was forced to smile, something I thought I had forgotten how to do. She was theeki alright. And even more deteremined. But I'm still saraswatichandra. Second to no one. I'd beat her in her own game. I was standing in her house. How long could she possibly hide from me? And that thought comforted me, knowing sooner or later, I would see her face, which if anything like her voice, would be breathtaking.

Kumud POV

The sun's rays infiltrated the room, reminding me that after every sunset, there is a sunrise. I quickly turned over my tear striken pillow and woke up. As every morning, I walked towards my window to see the sunrise. I heard all of the noise outside, and slowly smiled. So what if one dream shattered? I have my family, and that's all I need. The rest was up to my Kanhaji.

"Kumud? Beta, utth gayi?" my mom smiled as she walked in and kissed my forehead. I hugged her in response.

"Good morning, ma!" I smiled.

"Get ready and come downstairs. You know your father won't eat anything until you do," she laughed, shaking her head at my father's attachment for me.

I got into the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water, trying to block out all memories of him and his face. I once dreamed of taking his lonliness away, of sharing his pain. But what was the point in sharing someone's pain if he didn't want to share it with anyone? If he wants to be alone all his life, who was I to try to get him to think differently? Who was I to want to share that emptiness and try to fill his void? It was time to get over him and move on. Even if the dream of him was my reason for wanting to dream, it didn't matter. It was done. I have a wonderful life, and that is all I need.

As I hopped out of the shower, I promised myself it would be a new day and would erase all of my past bitter memories. Determined, I opened my room door. As I placed my first step outside of my room, I felt something. As if someone was here, someone who I was tied to, someone who was my own. A tranquil feeling washed over me, a strange new feeling that I wanted to hold on to because it felt so right. I smiled, shaking my head at myself. Always stuck in my dreams. I placed another foot outside of my room, but this time noticed all of the noise in the house. While it was common for my house to be loud, this time, it was all towards the main door. It sounded as if someone was here. Quietly, I peeked over the balcony to see who it was. I could only see the back of his head, so couldn't figure out who it was. That is, until I heard my dad shout it out loud, and heard his name echo through my house- Saraswatichandra.

I gasped as I heard his name, drawing in a sharp breath. My heart skipped a beat. Hes here? At my house? What's he doing here? I smacked my head with the palm of my hand. My challenge. Damn it. I should have thought before I told him to come here. What could he possibly have left to say? And why was he here? Just to show me up? Aggravated, I watched him, but couldn't see anything but the back of him. As my family members shifted to make way for him, I saw his eyes. I instantly closed mine to try to shut out his image. But the glimpse of those eyes was enough to send chills down my spine. If I had never met him, why did I want to take the pain from those eyes. Why did those eyes feel so familiar? Like they were meant for me. I opened my eyes again to see what was going on and noticed he was searching the house. When I realized he was in search of me, I stepped back a bit, trying to hide myself from view but stumbled into a pot, sending my payals chiming. I notice his eyes shoot up towards me, and quickly turned around, determined to hide my face from him.

I heard my name being shouted throughout the house, and quietly walked towards my father, keeping my face hidden by my long, open tresses. My dad was too busy talking to him that he didn't pay much attention to the fact that I was standing there for half an hour and had not yet been introduced to him or spoken to him. I silently slid into the adjacent room, out of view. I called Kusum and told her to wear my clothes, do that he thought it was me. And I sent her to give him chai. I hid behind the pillar to see what he said to her.

"Chai?" Kusum asked

He turned around swiftly.

"Uh, Ji," he said as he shuffled.

"Aur kuch?"

"Nahin, thanks" he mumbled.

Kusum turned around and was walking away. She shrugged at me, indicating that he didn't say anything to her.

"Uh, suno?" he asked.

Kusum turned around. I impatiently shifted, thinking he would tell her why he was here, thinking it was me. "Ji?"

"Usse kehna ke main usko dekhe bina nahin ja ne vala," he said softly.

"Uh, kisko?"

"Kumud."

"Aapko . . kaise bata?"

He didn't say anything and lightly smiled at her.

How did he know it wasn't me? He had never seen me, and Kusum was wearing my clothes. How did we already have a connection without meeting before?