YuvAni FF-Pain-Part 2,pg 2 (Yuvi POV)

Pain: Part 1-

This takes place after today's episode where Suhani's body couldn't be found.

Was it possible to live if your soul got sucked out of your body? Was it possible to die of a broken heart? Could a perfectly healthy person just die of sheer, piercing, blinding, and numbing levels of emotional pain? I closed my door and slid down to my feet with my back against it. My legs simply gave way. I began to wonder if I was actually dying. I clutched a piece of her dress which was stained with her blood. I stared at it. I knew I had to be hopeful and I knew I had to keep looking for her. I couldn't show the exact amount of pain I was feeling in front of my family, especially Maa, Lata aunty, and Pankaj uncle. Biologically, I was still alive. I pressed my hand against my heart and listened. My heart was still beating but I wondered if I could keep it beating if another day passed like this.

This was only day 1. The pain came in waves. A few were small, and a few threatened to drown me. It felt like I was submerged and struggling to swim to the surface. I was struggling to breathe. That was it. I couldn't breathe. From the moment that I realized that Suhani was missing, sensed that she was in danger, I was unable to breathe properly. Maybe my lungs were going to fail. Maybe I would just die. I thought of what would happen if I died. My family would fall apart, but most of all, what if I died and Suhani came back and found me dead? She deserved better. What was the point of our relationship if I gave up and she came back to find that I'd given up?

If Suhani was in my place, she'd never die. She'd spend every single day waiting for me and searching for me. She wouldn't give up. She'd be stronger in the face of hopelessness and loss. But that was the difference between Suhani and I. Suhani's love wasn't selfish. She'd continue living for her family and mine's. Above all, I knew that Suhani could actually live without me. I knew that I couldn't. Today was just the start of my pain. I knew myself well enough. I'd been through enough to know that it always got worse. Each passing second, my pain became more unbearable to the point where I began to wonder if I'd ever be able to stand up and even walk. Was I paralyzed?

Hours passed and I remained in the same spot, against the door. My brothers knocked. I gave them all some sort of a reply which even I didn't remember. Everything began to be just a blur. She wasn't there and the awareness of her absence started to choke me. I felt suffocated. I couldn't close my eyes because her face kept appearing in front of them. I couldn't keep them open because her things were everywhere, reminding me of her. It felt like I was being pricked all over my body with a thousand needles, all at once and the worst part was that it was constant. After God knows how many hours, I managed to get up at some point during the night and walk over to the bed and lay down.

Someone kept knocking on the door, I couldn't move so how could I possibly open it? I held my phone and saw the messages pouring in. Word gets out quickly, apparently. Some were condolences, some were words of encouragement. I touched my face and realized that I was crying profusely. Was that how bad things had already gotten? I didn't even know that I was crying? Tears were freely flowing from my eyes but I couldn't feel them? What could I actually feel, other than pain?

I'm not sure if I slept at all that night. At some point, I heard her voice. I was lying on my back and quickly turned over and saw her sleeping as usual on my right. I touched her cheek with the back of my hand. She responded by doing the same thing to me in return. She looked fine, alive, warm, lovely, soft, all Suhani, just the way she always looked sleeping peacefully right next to me. I smiled at her and she smiled back.

"Don't leave me again...ever..." I said. I was sobbing. She nodded. She curled up against my side and I wrapped my arms around her just the way we did on so many nights. Then, I woke up. It was morning. The room was brightly light by the sun. I was clutching my pillow and in tears. I was sweating. It hit me again, she wasn't here. I didn't know where she was. Was she safe? Was she scared? Was she in danger? Was she badly hurt? These questions knocked the wind out of me. I staggered to my feet and looked around the room. My head was spinning. A new emotion overtook me as another day began without her. I was afraid, deeply afraid not for myself but for her. I was so scared that she was in serious danger. Her life was in danger and I couldn't do anything about it.

"She's in trouble..." I mouthed. "Suhani isn't safe..." I whispered. I grabbed my head and fell to my knees. What was happening, why was it happening? Why was I so helpless? What was the point of everything? What was the point of her meeting me, me meeting her, her loving me, me taking one year to fall in love with her? What was the point of this damn relationship if I couldn't do a thing for her? She was out there somewhere alone. How could she possibly end up alone after all the promises I'd made her? Was I really so useless?

I robotic-ally showered and changed, thenopened my door. Everyone watched me and shouted different things as I grabbed my keys and ran out the door. I drove far, far away. I kept driving and driving till I reached the exact spot where we'd found Suhani's mangal sutra. I ran and ran. I fell down and slipped over branches, twigs, stones and God knows what else. I didn't find her. I screamed her name at the top of my lungs. I didn't know how much time had passed and how long I searched aimlessly for her. Eventually I sat down out of sheer physical fatigue and weakness. I traced my steps back towards my car and went back home. I knew that I was being selfish. People needed me. Her parents needed me. I just couldn't function.

I tried to live, I really did. I talked with everyone sensibly and made a plan with Sharad to search. We ironed out the details of how, when, with whom, and until where. We notified the police everywhere and distributed her picture among anyone we knew, all within a day. But I wasn't alive; there was no way that I was actually alive.

At dinner, I didn't eat at all. Everyone talked to me and tried motivating me. I listened to them and I responded. A part of me felt like a useless person because I was so lost in my own pain that I couldn't look anyone straight in the eye and notice theirs. I couldn't console them because I was barely getting by myself. I just got up from the dinner table and went straight to my room, closed the door, slid down again against it and went through yet another night of torture.

Originally posted by: yanks28

Pain: Part 1-

This takes place after today's episode where Suhani's body couldn't be found.

Was it possible to live if your soul got sucked out of your body? Was it possible to die of a broken heart? Could a perfectly healthy person just die of sheer, piercing, blinding, and numbing levels of emotional pain? I closed my door and slid down to my feet with my back against it. My legs simply gave way. I began to wonder if I was actually dying. I clutched a piece of her dress which was stained with her blood. I stared at it. I knew I had to be hopeful and I knew I had to keep looking for her. I couldn't show the exact amount of pain I was feeling in front of my family, especially Maa, Lata aunty, and Pankaj uncle. Biologically, I was still alive. I pressed my hand against my heart and listened. My heart was still beating but I wondered if I could keep it beating if another day passed like this.

This was only day 1. The pain came in waves. A few were small, and a few threatened to drown me. It felt like I was submerged and struggling to swim to the surface. I was struggling to breathe. That was it. I couldn't breathe. From the moment that I realized that Suhani was missing, sensed that she was in danger, I was unable to breathe properly. Maybe my lungs were going to fail. Maybe I would just die. I thought of what would happen if I died. My family would fall apart, but most of all, what if I died and Suhani came back and found me dead? She deserved better. What was the point of our relationship if I gave up and she came back to find that I'd given up?

Beautiful lines.. His condition.. His heartbeat.. The way he sat.. Think hw n wat vil su do.. If she was in his situation..

If Suhani was in my place, she'd never die. She'd spend every single day waiting for me and searching for me. She wouldn't give up. She'd be stronger in the face of hopelessness and loss. But that was the difference between Suhani and I. Suhani's love wasn't selfish. She'd continue living for her family and mine's. Above all, I knew that Suhani could actually live without me. I knew that I couldn't. Today was just the start of my pain. I knew myself well enough. I'd been through enough to know that it always got worse. Each passing second, my pain became more unbearable to the point where I began to wonder if I'd ever be able to stand up and even walk. Was I paralyzed?

Hours passed and I remained in the same spot, against the door. My brothers knocked. I gave them all some sort of a reply which even I didn't remember. Everything began to be just a blur. She wasn't there and the awareness of her absence started to choke me. I felt suffocated. I couldn't close my eyes because her face kept appearing in front of them. I couldn't keep them open because her things were everywhere, reminding me of her. It felt like I was being pricked all over my body with a thousand needles, all at once and the worst part was that it was constant. After God knows how many hours, I managed to get up at some point during the night and walk over to the bed and lay down.

Someone kept knocking on the door, I couldn't move so how could I possibly open it? I held my phone and saw the messages pouring in. Word gets out quickly, apparently. Some were condolences, some were words of encouragement. I touched my face and realized that I was crying profusely. Was that how bad things had already gotten? I didn't even know that I was crying? Tears were freely flowing from my eyes but I couldn't feel them? What could I actually feel, other than pain?

I'm not sure if I slept at all that night. At some point, I heard her voice. I was lying on my back and quickly turned over and saw her sleeping as usual on my right. I touched her cheek with the back of my hand. She responded by doing the same thing to me in return. She looked fine, alive, warm, lovely, soft, all Suhani, just the way she always looked sleeping peacefully right next to me. I smiled at her and she smiled back.

"Don't leave me again...ever..." I said. I was sobbing. She nodded.

I hop v vil get such scenes.

She curled up against my side and I wrapped my arms around her just the way we did on so many nights. Then, I woke up. It was morning. The room was brightly light by the sun. I was clutching my pillow and in tears. I was sweating. It hit me again, she wasn't here. I didn't know where she was. Was she safe? Was she scared? Was she in danger? Was she badly hurt? These questions knocked the wind out of me. I staggered to my feet and looked around the room. My head was spinning. A new emotion overtook me as another day began without her. I was afraid, deeply afraid not for myself but for her. I was so scared that she was in serious danger. Her life was in danger and I couldn't do anything about it.

"She's in trouble..." I mouthed. "Suhani isn't safe..." I whispered. I grabbed my head and fell to my knees. What was happening, why was it happening? Why was I so helpless? What was the point of everything? What was the point of her meeting me, me meeting her, her loving me, me taking one year to fall in love with her? What was the point of this damn relationship if I couldn't do a thing for her? She was out there somewhere alone. How could she possibly end up alone after all the promises I'd made her? Was I really so useless?

I robotic-ally showered and changed, thenopened my door. Everyone watched me and shouted different things as I grabbed my keys and ran out the door. I drove far, far away. I kept driving and driving till I reached the exact spot where we'd found Suhani's mangal sutra. I ran and ran. I fell down and slipped over branches, twigs, stones and God knows what else. I didn't find her. I screamed her name at the top of my lungs. I didn't know how much time had passed and how long I searched aimlessly for her. Eventually I sat down out of sheer physical fatigue and weakness. I traced my steps back towards my car and went back home. I knew that I was being selfish. People needed me. Her parents needed me. I just couldn't function.

I tried to live, I really did. I talked with everyone sensibly and made a plan with Sharad to search. We ironed out the details of how, when, with whom, and until where. We notified the police everywhere and distributed her picture among anyone we knew, all within a day. But I wasn't alive; there was no way that I was actually alive.

At dinner, I didn't eat at all. Everyone talked to me and tried motivating me. I listened to them and I responded. A part of me felt like a useless person because I was so lost in my own pain that I couldn't look anyone straight in the eye and notice theirs. I couldn't console them because I was barely getting by myself. I just got up from the dinner table and went straight to my room, closed the door, slid down again against it and went through yet another night of torture.

Originally posted by: yanks28

I had never given such type of review bt would try to give for this one...😳 The bold parts are the ones which i loved like anything...

Pain: Part 1-

This takes place after today's episode where Suhani's body couldn't be found.

Was it possible to live if your soul got sucked out of your body? Was it possible to die of a broken heart? Could a perfectly healthy person just die of sheer, piercing, blinding, and numbing levels of emotional pain? I closed my door and slid down to my feet with my back against it. My legs simply gave way. I began to wonder if I was actually dying. I clutched a piece of her dress which was stained with her blood. I stared at it. I knew I had to be hopeful and I knew I had to keep looking for her. I couldn't show the exact amount of pain I was feeling in front of my family, especially Maa, Lata aunty, and Pankaj uncle. Biologically, I was still alive. I pressed my hand against my heart and listened. My heart was still beating but I wondered if I could keep it beating if another day passed like this.

Soo true.. this was why he looked "okay" in the epi.. he wasn't showing his emotions to anyone...

This was only day 1. The pain came in waves. A few were small, and a few threatened to drown me. It felt like I was submerged and struggling to swim to the surface. I was struggling to breathe. That was it. I couldn't breathe. From the moment that I realized that Suhani was missing, sensed that she was in danger, I was unable to breathe properly. Maybe my lungs were going to fail. Maybe I would just die. I thought of what would happen if I died. My family would fall apart, but most of all, what if I died and Suhani came back and found me dead? She deserved better. What was the point of our relationship if I gave up and she came back to find that I'd given up?

If Suhani was in my place, she'd never die. She'd spend every single day waiting for me and searching for me. She wouldn't give up. She'd be stronger in the face of hopelessness and loss. But that was the difference between Suhani and I. Suhani's love wasn't selfish. She'd continue living for her family and mine's. Above all, I knew that Suhani could actually live without me. I knew that I couldn't. Today was just the start of my pain. I knew myself well enough. I'd been through enough to know that it always got worse. Each passing second, my pain became more unbearable to the point where I began to wonder if I'd ever be able to stand up and even walk. Was I paralyzed?

Yeah the reason we all loved yuvi's love.. he can't live without her...

Hours passed and I remained in the same spot, against the door. My brothers knocked. I gave them all some sort of a reply which even I didn't remember. Everything began to be just a blur. She wasn't there and the awareness of her absence started to choke me. I felt suffocated. I couldn't close my eyes because her face kept appearing in front of them. I couldn't keep them open because her things were everywhere, reminding me of her. It felt like I was being pricked all over my body with a thousand needles, all at once and the worst part was that it was constant. After God knows how many hours, I managed to get up at some point during the night and walk over to the bed and lay down.

Someone kept knocking on the door, I couldn't move so how could I possibly open it? I held my phone and saw the messages pouring in. Word gets out quickly, apparently. Some were condolences, some were words of encouragement. I touched my face and realized that I was crying profusely. Was that how bad things had already gotten? I didn't even know that I was crying? Tears were freely flowing from my eyes but I couldn't feel them? What could I actually feel, other than pain?

I'm not sure if I slept at all that night. At some point, I heard her voice. I was lying on my back and quickly turned over and saw her sleeping as usual on my right. I touched her cheek with the back of my hand. She responded by doing the same thing to me in return. She looked fine, alive, warm, lovely, soft, all Suhani, just the way she always looked sleeping peacefully right next to me. I smiled at her and she smiled back.

"Don't leave me again...ever..." I said. I was sobbing. She nodded. She curled up against my side and I wrapped my arms around her just the way we did on so many nights. Then, I woke up. It was morning. The room was brightly light by the sun. I was clutching my pillow and in tears. I was sweating. It hit me again, she wasn't here. I didn't know where she was. Was she safe? Was she scared? Was she in danger? Was she badly hurt? These questions knocked the wind out of me. I staggered to my feet and looked around the room. My head was spinning. A new emotion overtook me as another day began without her. I was afraid, deeply afraid not for myself but for her. I was so scared that she was in serious danger. Her life was in danger and I couldn't do anything about it.

"She's in trouble..." I mouthed. "Suhani isn't safe..." I whispered. I grabbed my head and fell to my knees. What was happening, why was it happening? Why was I so helpless? What was the point of everything? What was the point of her meeting me, me meeting her, her loving me, me taking one year to fall in love with her? What was the point of this damn relationship if I couldn't do a thing for her? She was out there somewhere alone. How could she possibly end up alone after all the promises I'd made her? Was I really so useless?

The best part...💔

I robotic-ally showered and changed, thenopened my door. Everyone watched me and shouted different things as I grabbed my keys and ran out the door. I drove far, far away. I kept driving and driving till I reached the exact spot where we'd found Suhani's mangal sutra. I ran and ran. I fell down and slipped over branches, twigs, stones and God knows what else. I didn't find her. I screamed her name at the top of my lungs. I didn't know how much time had passed and how long I searched aimlessly for her. Eventually I sat down out of sheer physical fatigue and weakness. I traced my steps back towards my car and went back home. I knew that I was being selfish. People needed me. Her parents needed me. I just couldn't function.

I tried to live, I really did. I talked with everyone sensibly and made a plan with Sharad to search. We ironed out the details of how, when, with whom, and until where. We notified the police everywhere and distributed her picture among anyone we knew, all within a day. But I wasn't alive; there was no way that I was actually alive.

At dinner, I didn't eat at all. Everyone talked to me and tried motivating me. I listened to them and I responded. A part of me felt like a useless person because I was so lost in my own pain that I couldn't look anyone straight in the eye and notice theirs. I couldn't console them because I was barely getting by myself. I just got up from the dinner table and went straight to my room, closed the door, slid down again against it and went through yet another night of torture.

I have no words to explain what i feel after reading your FF ,

Originally posted by: yanks28

Pain: Part 1-

This takes place after today's episode where Suhani's body couldn't be found.

Was it possible to live if your soul got sucked out of your body? Was it possible to die of a broken heart? Could a perfectly healthy person just die of sheer, piercing, blinding, and numbing levels of emotional pain? I closed my door and slid down to my feet with my back against it. My legs simply gave way. I began to wonder if I was actually dying. I clutched a piece of her dress which was stained with her blood. I stared at it. I knew I had to be hopeful and I knew I had to keep looking for her. I couldn't show the exact amount of pain I was feeling in front of my family, especially Maa, Lata aunty, and Pankaj uncle. Biologically, I was still alive. I pressed my hand against my heart and listened. My heart was still beating but I wondered if I could keep it beating if another day passed like this.

Each & every line in this part words perfectly how any one react when they suddenly came to know they lossed there more loved one's & @bold exactly i feel same abt Yuvi when i watching this part in today episode...superb

This was only day 1. The pain came in waves. A few were small, and a few threatened to drown me. It felt like I was submerged and struggling to swim to the surface. I was struggling to breathe. That was it. I couldn't breathe. From the moment that I realized that Suhani was missing, sensed that she was in danger, I was unable to breathe properly. Maybe my lungs were going to fail. Maybe I would just die. I thought of what would happen if I died. My family would fall apart, but most of all, what if I died and Suhani came back and found me dead? She deserved better. What was the point of our relationship if I gave up and she came back to find that I'd given up?

In this part in that much depression also the way he thinking abt he has to be alive for his family & what will be Suhani's future if she return after his death how can she live without him looking very matured thinking of Yuvi abt the point of there relationship...really marvellous

If Suhani was in my place, she'd never die. She'd spend every single day waiting for me and searching for me. She wouldn't give up. She'd be stronger in the face of hopelessness and loss. But that was the difference between Suhani and I. Suhani's love wasn't selfish. She'd continue living for her family and mine's. Above all, I knew that Suhani could actually live without me. I knew that I couldn't. Today was just the start of my pain. I knew myself well enough. I'd been through enough to know that it always got worse. Each passing second, my pain became more unbearable to the point where I began to wonder if I'd ever be able to stand up and even walk. Was I paralyzed?

Here i loved how Yuvi understood abt Suhani love is not selfish & how he realised that she can live with out him bt he cant live without her...very painfull bt so nice view of YUVI feelings for u word it very well...

Hours passed and I remained in the same spot, against the door. My brothers knocked. I gave them all some sort of a reply which even I didn't remember. Everything began to be just a blur. She wasn't there and the awareness of her absence started to choke me. I felt suffocated. I couldn't close my eyes because her face kept appearing in front of them. I couldn't keep them open because her things were everywhere, reminding me of her. It felt like I was being pricked all over my body with a thousand needles, all at once and the worst part was that it was constant. After God knows how many hours, I managed to get up at some point during the night and walk over to the bed and lay down.

In this part u showed how much he get into trauma thinking abt her...u nailed it...

Someone kept knocking on the door, I couldn't move so how could I possibly open it? I held my phone and saw the messages pouring in. Word gets out quickly, apparently. Some were condolences, some were words of encouragement. I touched my face and realized that I was crying profusely. Was that how bad things had already gotten? I didn't even know that I was crying? Tears were freely flowing from my eyes but I couldn't feel them? What could I actually feel, other than pain?

Same like earlier one full of trauma mood...

I'm not sure if I slept at all that night. At some point, I heard her voice. I was lying on my back and quickly turned over and saw her sleeping as usual on my right. I touched her cheek with the back of my hand. She responded by doing the same thing to me in return. She looked fine, alive, warm, lovely, soft, all Suhani, just the way she always looked sleeping peacefully right next to me. I smiled at her and she smiled back.

Very lovely part of whole FF i wish we get this type of scenes in show...really mind blowing...

"Don't leave me again...ever..." I said. I was sobbing. She nodded. She curled up against my side and I wrapped my arms around her just the way we did on so many nights. Then, I woke up. It was morning. The room was brightly light by the sun. I was clutching my pillow and in tears. I was sweating. It hit me again, she wasn't here. I didn't know where she was. Was she safe? Was she scared? Was she in danger? Was she badly hurt? These questions knocked the wind out of me. I staggered to my feet and looked around the room. My head was spinning. A new emotion overtook me as another day began without her. I was afraid, deeply afraid not for myself but for her. I was so scared that she was in serious danger. Her life was in danger and I couldn't do anything about it.

First 2-3 lines were very brilliant thought that in this much of pain get some cute convo of them even it is his dream also very beautiful...& remaining part the way how he thinking that another day also started without her & at same time thinking of her safety & trying to assume actually what would have happen to her & on what condition she was...worrying abt her well written...

"She's in trouble..." I mouthed. "Suhani isn't safe..." I whispered. I grabbed my head and fell to my knees. What was happening, why was it happening? Why was I so helpless? What was the point of everything? What was the point of her meeting me, me meeting her, her loving me, me taking one year to fall in love with her? What was the point of this damn relationship if I couldn't do a thing for her? She was out there somewhere alone. How could she possibly end up alone after all the promises I'd made her? Was I really so useless?

Well thinking of his helplessness to find her & his failure of not keeping her safe...

I robotic-ally showered and changed, thenopened my door. Everyone watched me and shouted different things as I grabbed my keys and ran out the door. I drove far, far away. I kept driving and driving till I reached the exact spot where we'd found Suhani's mangal sutra. I ran and ran. I fell down and slipped over branches, twigs, stones and God knows what else. I didn't find her. I screamed her name at the top of my lungs. I didn't know how much time had passed and how long I searched aimlessly for her. Eventually I sat down out of sheer physical fatigue and weakness. I traced my steps back towards my car and went back home. I knew that I was being selfish. People needed me. Her parents needed me. I just couldn't function.

Showed his love by searching for her madly in that jungle all alone & at same time thinking abt her parents too by metioning him as selfish grt thought...

I tried to live, I really did. I talked with everyone sensibly and made a plan with Sharad to search. We ironed out the details of how, when, with whom, and until where. We notified the police everywhere and distributed her picture among anyone we knew, all within a day. But I wasn't alive; there was no way that I was actually alive.

Nice planning to find her looking very desperate to find her any way...

At dinner, I didn't eat at all. Everyone talked to me and tried motivating me. I listened to them and I responded. A part of me felt like a useless person because I was so lost in my own pain that I couldn't look anyone straight in the eye and notice theirs. I couldn't console them because I was barely getting by myself. I just got up from the dinner table and went straight to my room, closed the door, slid down again against it and went through yet another night of torture.

Well described his pain one more time...

Amazing Mehwish👏👏 The way of your writing just takes me into this world. I literally can see and feel his pain. How you portray yuvraj and his emotions is just mind-blowing. Each and every line you wrote just tells his condition. How he is thinking about his family, her family keeping them in front and hiding his pain is very difficult to anybody but for Yuvraj it is one of his quality. He keeps everything inside. The way he dreamt about her next to him and the way he knew she is in some kind danger was very well depicted. I have no words to express what i am feeling after reading ur ff Mehwish. This is your one the painful ff's i have read. After reading i got a bit emotional also because i really wish they steel ur ff and give like 25% as Du said it would be just amazing. I don't understand why they hesitate to show this kind of yuvraj in the show. He has all the ability to show and portray this in the show. Sahil is such a brilliant actor when it comes to show his emotions. I wish they give monologue this time atleast.

Fantastic Yanks!!!

Originally posted by: AgnesFan

Fantastic Yanks!!!

NO words...U are just an awesome writer...👏👏

I would just quit watching the show and read your FF all the day if you post them daily...

The pain of Yuvraj was just wonderfully brought out n the words were just brilliant..I am dumbstruck Yanks!!If they could even show 10% of your story it would be magnanimous of the creative team..Sahil is best in emoting such scenes..This piece of monologue is badly wanted from Yuvraj today!!

Wow dear it was just so heart touching..I just could see him going through the pain n traveled along with him..I wish badly that he would turn as u depicted in your story

A brilliant POV of Yuvraj👏👏👏

Please do continue Mehwo!!!You are just a star when u write the POV of Yuvraj...

Originally posted by: yanks28

Pain: Part 1-

This takes place after today's episode where Suhani's body couldn't be found.

Was it possible to live if your soul got sucked out of your body? Was it possible to die of a broken heart? Could a perfectly healthy person just die of sheer, piercing, blinding, and numbing levels of emotional pain? I closed my door and slid down to my feet with my back against it. My legs simply gave way. I began to wonder if I was actually dying. I clutched a piece of her dress which was stained with her blood. I stared at it. I knew I had to be hopeful and I knew I had to keep looking for her. I couldn't show the exact amount of pain I was feeling in front of my family, especially Maa, Lata aunty, and Pankaj uncle.Biologically, I was still alive. I pressed my hand against my heart and listened. My heart was still beating but I wondered if I could keep it beating if another day passed like this.

Nothing better could express the broken yuvraj.The pain he go through while pretenting "ok" in front of all is very well written.

This was only day 1. The pain came in waves. A few were small, and a few threatened to drown me. It felt like I was submerged and struggling to swim to the surface. I was struggling to breathe. That was it. I couldn't breathe. From the moment that I realized that Suhani was missing, sensed that she was in danger, I was unable to breathe properly. Maybe my lungs were going to fail. Maybe I would just die. I thought of what would happen if I died. My family would fall apart, but most of all, what if I died and Suhani came back and found me dead? She deserved better. What was the point of our relationship if I gave up and she came back to find that I'd given up?

Amazing thought process of yuvraj.The way he making himself strong as his beloved taught him is amazing.His hope of Suhani is still alive will definitely make him think all these.

If Suhani was in my place, she'd never die. She'd spend every single day waiting for me and searching for me. She wouldn't give up. She'd be stronger in the face of hopelessness and loss. But that was the difference between Suhani and I. Suhani's love wasn't selfish. She'd continue living for her family and mine's. Above all, I knew that Suhani could actually live without me. I knew that I couldn't. Today was just the start of my pain. I knew myself well enough. I'd been through enough to know that it always got worse. Each passing second, my pain became more unbearable to the point where I began to wonder if I'd ever be able to stand up and even walk. Was I paralyzed?

By this it makes clear how much he knows her.Throughout this one nd half years he was silently admiring her,which is so true.

Hours passed and I remained in the same spot, against the door. My brothers knocked. I gave them all some sort of a reply which even I didn't remember. Everything began to be just a blur. She wasn't there and the awareness of her absence started to choke me. I felt suffocated. I couldn't close my eyes because her face kept appearing in front of them. I couldn't keep them open because her things were everywhere, reminding me of her. It felt like I was being pricked all over my body with a thousand needles, all at once and the worst part was that it was constant. After God knows how many hours, I managed to get up at some point during the night and walk over to the bed and lay down.

Someone kept knocking on the door, I couldn't move so how could I possibly open it? I held my phone and saw the messages pouring in. Word gets out quickly, apparently. Some were condolences, some were words of encouragement. I touched my face and realized that I was crying profusely. Was that how bad things had already gotten? I didn't even know that I was crying? Tears were freely flowing from my eyes but I couldn't feel them? What could I actually feel, other than pain?

The most awaited scene from u.In such a situation it will be the most difficult time he would pass through,a night in their bedroom without her beside.

I'm not sure if I slept at all that night. At some point, I heard her voice. I was lying on my back and quickly turned over and saw her sleeping as usual on my right. I touched her cheek with the back of my hand. She responded by doing the same thing to me in return. She looked fine, alive, warm, lovely, soft, all Suhani, just the way she always looked sleeping peacefully right next to me. I smiled at her and she smiled back.

"Don't leave me again...ever..." I said. I was sobbing. She nodded. She curled up against my side and I wrapped my arms around her just the way we did on so many nights. Then, I woke up. It was morning. The room was brightly light by the sun. I was clutching my pillow and in tears. I was sweating. It hit me again, she wasn't here. I didn't know where she was. Was she safe? Was she scared? Was she in danger? Was she badly hurt? These questions knocked the wind out of me. I staggered to my feet and looked around the room. My head was spinning. A new emotion overtook me as another day began without her. I was afraid, deeply afraid not for myself but for her. I was so scared that she was in serious danger. Her life was in danger and I couldn't do anything about it.

Need the same to happen,perfect scene with perfect dialogues... literally tears where blocking my view while reading this.💔

"She's in trouble..." I mouthed. "Suhani isn't safe..." I whispered. I grabbed my head and fell to my knees. What was happening, why was it happening? Why was I so helpless? What was the point of everything? What was the point of her meeting me, me meeting her, her loving me, me taking one year to fall in love with her? What was the point of this damn relationship if I couldn't do a thing for her? She was out there somewhere alone. How could she possibly end up alone after all the promises I'd made her? Was I really so useless?

I robotic-ally showered and changed, thenopened my door. Everyone watched me and shouted different things as I grabbed my keys and ran out the door. I drove far, far away. I kept driving and driving till I reached the exact spot where we'd found Suhani's mangal sutra. I ran and ran. I fell down and slipped over branches, twigs, stones and God knows what else. I didn't find her. I screamed her name at the top of my lungs. I didn't know how much time had passed and how long I searched aimlessly for her. Eventually I sat down out of sheer physical fatigue and weakness. I traced my steps back towards my car and went back home. I knew that I was being selfish. People needed me. Her parents needed me. I just couldn't function.

I tried to live, I really did. I talked with everyone sensibly and made a plan with Sharad to search. We ironed out the details of how, when, with whom, and until where. We notified the police everywhere and distributed her picture among anyone we knew, all within a day. But I wasn't alive; there was no way that I was actually alive.

You showed how to include logic even in such a situation,trying hard to find her in every possible way.

At dinner, I didn't eat at all. Everyone talked to me and tried motivating me. I listened to them and I responded. A part of me felt like a useless person because I was so lost in my own pain that I couldn't look anyone straight in the eye and notice theirs. I couldn't console them because I was barely getting by myself. I just got up from the dinner table and went straight to my room, closed the door, slid down again against it and went through yet another night of torture.