Arhi FF : Peek-a-boo #1 [ Completed ] - Page 27

Originally posted by: kondhili

V i agree completely, i don't know mints if this helps but i think a lot of people like me are not aware that you are taking so much pain to actually respond to your readers comments.

Can i suggest that maybe you can scrap the readers the link as you respond to them.

I don't know if this makes your life more complicated or difficult but thought i would suggest cause i just realised today that you have actually responded to well almost all of my comments and i was not even aware of it. 😲

So sorry once again for the delayed response.

Originally posted by: Afya

I agree with Liza, Mints. Readers don't realize you have replied unless you let them know.This has been my experience too. So, now I PM or scrap the page number if I have replied to their comment.

Originally posted by: chitrajay

Waiting

Me too

EDITED...MInts!!! I wish I could comment too!!! My hands itch to write a reply...that shoudl tell you how good your writing is!!!! 🤗

THE PEEK-A-BOO MEETING

At the school Annual Day, he was finally there,
Meeting people, finishing calls, sitting down in his chair.
Excited children rushing around, a truly happy sight!
Screams and shouts, riotous colours and bright lights,
Memories old and fond, of those naughty schooldays,
Of his sister, the youngest, her pranks, and their plays.
He smiled, memories of carefree days arose,
When they both were ever ready to strike a pose,
Brought a smile to his face, and joy to his heart.
For the "Givers of hope", his family had played a huge part!

But one mere glimpse, still had him lost in thought,
Of an angel, real or dream, as he waited for events to start'.
Performances brilliant, by the ones to receive Hope,
Young and alone, life had taught them to cope.
Arnav was amazed, and enthralled with it all,
Glad he was, that he'd heeded his mother's call.
When with music, magic and speeches galore,
The performers touched every heart and every core.
Arnav would ensure that generously they would receive,
They'd made him cherish life more, and forever believe.

Every performance ended with the loudest applause,
Prospects were being discussed, during every pause,
Mapping out plans for the future with the Director,
When was announced, a dance by students and a teacher.
Then, he felt, a call unheard, that pulled at his very heart,
Arnav paused, looking up ' the music set this one apart.
A rhythm pulsed, a few young girls came in dancing,
Amidst them, an angel in white, his heart went racing'.
His eyes, he rubbed them in sheer disbelief;
Was it shock he felt, or was it the purest relief?

To the music, his angel danced and gracefully swayed-
A movie song, words of which, seemed tailor-made,
For the children of this cause, their very lives, it echoed.
Spellbound by every nuance, that her face showed,
There he sat, staring at only her, unblinking,
Lost he was in her, unaware of any other thing.
Her gaze on him, eyes that looked into his soul
A beauty that sent his thoughts beyond control
The music spoke to him, the song was about HER,
His second glimpse only, his senses taken over.

The sun hid behind the clouds, playing peek-a-boo,
Her face cast into sometimes dark, sometimes a light hue.
Her eyes, he was sure, would be the colour hazel,
Playing tricks with his mind, was his lovely angel.
The end of the song had led to loud applause,
Along with the joyful children, gleeful she was.
A pull, a draw, an attraction that reeled him close,
His mind distracted, the heat it was, he supposed.
Looking around, his gaze searching and restless-
Real or dream, he just could not make a guess.

His angel, meanwhile, was in a pretty daze,
Could not take her mind off his intense gaze.
Pulled to his charm, he was fascinating too,
What really was then a simple girl to do?
Every time, she looked at him whilst dancing,
His eyes had been on only her, boldly staring.
She sat now, the memories made her heart race,
Attraction deep made a blush cross her pretty face.
The children called to her, but she was so lost
Wanting her attention, she was their favorite-most.

The end it was of a brilliant performance,
Leave he must soon, Arnav was in a trance,
Wanting to know, if his angel really existed,
Then he'd deal with these feelings that persisted.
The Director spoke to all about their future plans,
Then Arnav stood, all the while his eyes did scan.
A bouquet of flowers was his honour to receive,
Which Khushi Kumari Gupta, the teacher did give.
There she was, in front of him, she stood shyly,
Her name, her beauty, made him smile happily.

That smile, it was like a bright happy light,
Khushi almost swooned at the very sight.
Pulled towards him, by strings taut and unseen,
Making her blush deep, his gaze was so keen.
She dared to look into his face so near,
Her breath it hitched, his touch seemed to sear.
Her skin so pale and smooth, 'twas flawless,
Hazel eyes so clear, correct had been his guess.
He looked at her, all shy and trembling,
A bunch of flowers, her hands were holding.

The gifts and flowers, to him she slowly handed,
That merest brush of hands stunned and jolted.
Their eyes met, surprise at feelings unknown,
She left suddenly then, leaving him feeling all alone.
Arnav spoke words of thanks and encouragement,
All along thinking, where his beautiful angel went.
Soon it surely was time for him to go,
He kept looking then for her face to show.
Yearning to thank her, to speak a bit with her,
Not the right time yet'this was far from over.

As he walked out of the gate of good HOPE,
Khushi stared with feelings, she dared not probe.

Originally posted by: vandana.sagar

Me me me

Mints you have no idea how good you are ...not just your story but your style of writing, your concepts, your characters, your language and the passion and love with which you write inspires me ...

I love the way he settles down in his seat after speaking with the other people who had come for the function, he knew this was important to his mother and she had played an active part in the welfare of Ashadaan..and he was here for her...(.completely oblivious to the the role destiny and fate were going to play like they were shining down on him...)..the Raizada's the principal benefactors of the Delhi branch...I loved that makes sure to finish he his phone calls not liking or wanting to be disturbed during the show ..he liked to focus on what he was busy with and did not like unnecessary interruptions ...another trait he had picked up from his father...who was like his role model...

I love this Arnav, seriously my kind of a man...loved how the hustle bustle and the excited faces of the enthusiastic children with costumes takes him down memory lane and makes him nostalgic reminding him of his childhood when he and his baby sister Anjali would take part in such functions during their school days , thinking about Anjali he felt a warmth towards her and suddenly missing her wanted to run home and hug her...the reason he loved children as he was reminded of her innocence her mischief and pranks...and loved how despite all these distractions a pair of hazel eyes keep haunting him and disturbing his peace of mind...still trying to figure out if she was a reality or merely an illusion, unable to get her out of his mind almost desperate to see her again he shifted around preoccupied in his seat...christening her as his angel...

I loved how he is totally and completely in awe of these children and their positivity and approach towards life, their zest, their spirits and confidence that not dampened and has had no impact on their present situation..they have overcome their misfortunes that had resulted in them living in an orphanage and embraced life...and seeing each one participating actively giving it their best, showing their talents, seeing which he understood why his mother was so involved with Ashadan , as it's faculty and staff that were responsible for the children he saw...and they had done a brilliant job, thinking that he would ensure that they would always be well funded in all their endeavours. It made him realise the value of life and it needed to be cherished . He sat back and genuinely enjoyed all the various performances, which he felt was very professionally and efficiently organised !

I love his exposure to the orphanage and the positive impact it was having on him...as his Khushi had grown up in one too and he somewhere along the road it would work in his favour in maybe understanding her and her values!

During the break, it was very realistic that you wrote there was one ...I liked that detail..and how having been impressed by what he has seen so far is already putting his plans into action, by discussing future projects and prospects with the Director and then as if he suddenly felt compelled to look up while the next performance was being announced and could not believe his eyes thinking its just his mind playing tricks he had to rub them to check that it was his indeed her...his beautiful angle in white on stage accompanied the children and dancing ...the sight of her dancing with total abandonment had him mesmerised and captivated !

Concentrating on her intently he reaffirmed her beauty not missing any of her expressions and the sparkle in her eyes clearly enjoying herself as she performed with the children, the smile in her heart visible on her radiant face!

I loved the way you wrote I could picture this so beautiful, your vivid description was effective ! So enamoured with her was he she was his entire focus, she might have been doing a solo performance as far as he was concerned ! His eyes looking at only her.

Jr Raizada has surely fallen hard...I liked the way the song continues while you continue the narration...

I loved the impact she and her dancing were having on him like it was directed at him, he felt her eyes were looking at him rather his heart and soul, or was if just coincidence he wondered...the words of the song he felt epitomised her completely...her physical beauty captivating him and drawing him to her and the anticipation he felt in just his second sighting of her was enough for him to know that she could be someone special in his life...if not the one he imagined !

I loved how the sun and the cloud playing peekaboo were adding to her beauty...casting their magical spell on her and her on him...and he felt invigorated even though his senses were in chaos ...I love the way the colour of her eyes were still a mystery he was tying to solve ...when the applause indicating the end of the performance pulls him out of his daydreaming...looking upto see the excitement on the faces of the performers on the successful completion of their dance, she looking like a kid herself and something about her that made him unable to tear his glance away from her, like some powerful force that was guiding him without his control.

And dare he hope that he noticed her turn back to look at him while making an exit? Poor guy ...though it was just him and .the Delhi heat ... Which made him imagine that...lWith that he was spoilt for the further performances ...which although he watched he had not seen! His eyes looking out for her constantly but in vain again making him wonder if she really did exist or was it his eyes playing games with his mind?

Backstage Khushi was in somewhat of a similar predicament ...she was anxious for her performance and knew he was in the auditorium but this was not what she was expecting, her failure in being able to ignore him finding the temptation too hard to resist, she was as fascinated by him as he by her only neither knew the others longing ...although every time she looked at him she felt his gaze penetrating through her...making her conscious and her saving grace was that she loved to dance ... She knew she felt an attraction to him like she had never felt for anyone before and the thought making her blush and so lost in him, his thoughts and her new found feelings was she that post the performance , the children coming up to her demanding appreciation in form of their kisses time and again would make her temporarily help her to come back to reality...

I loved his keenness to see her once more before he left as the end of the function was nearing, he needed to ascertain that she was real...that was the first task at hand and that done he would think about his next move...the formalities were being conducted the vote of thanks by the Director the plans for the orphanage and how everyone present could be a part of shaping the future of children etc...and then the he was called on stage to receive a token of appreciation for gracing the occasion by one of their teachers and now he was waiting for some old lady to come up on stage but then he sees his angel in white, his first reaction was one of relief in knowing that she did exist ..I loved that ...it's like the feeling you have when something precious is lost and then relief and happiness when you unexpectedly find it... and then her name registered which fitted her beautifully, making him smile and she almost shy to even look at him...

Loved her point of view about how his 1000 Watt smile and her calling him ' laad Governor' and how his generous smile was affecting her already fragile heart ... unable to resist she finds the courage to look at him and notices how gorgeous he is up front and personal...I loved how she feels like she is in trance when suddenly as her name was announced by the Director and was handed the flowers and literally pushed on to the stage..she had no time to register what was happening, already lost in the thought of a certain young man whose gaze and thoughts of who had directly reached her heart and soul...his eyes still looking intently at her, in combination with that killer smile of his which was directed at her making her blush...

She walks toward him in a trance and he seeing her falls into a trance...this sure looks like the starting of something good!

I loved his reaction to seeing her, her beautiful face, red blushing cheeks his confirmation of her hazel colour eyes, and the moment she comes in front of him it's like time stands still and they were they only two people present... Her nervousness evident by her trembling hands which when he brushed against while receiving the flowers and her the fullness of her lips causing an instant reaction that made him feel a jolt of electricity and attraction ...and by the time is recovered from the effects of that and before he could thank her she has vanished once again...

Love the sparks that flew from both sides and Arnav so affected by her that he had no idea how he gave his speech, he was consumed by thoughts of her. He wanted to catch her once more to thank her but he felt this was probably not the correct time, so,walks, looking back one last time... leaving Khushi staring in confusion while watching his disappearing form...

The fire burning fiercely on both sides...waiting to see what happens next, do they finally meet and how ..

Do we get to see the aftermath of their meeting in their regular lives? Some insight into the lives?

Now I can start asking for the next part!

Originally posted by: mints23

Thank you... glad you enjoyed it!

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