The Wings in the Feathers |Part15 Long-awaited p16 - Page 5

LOVE IT!! This guy was unconsciously holding onto his grief, and all it took was a little bit of understanding from Sandhya for him to finally start to let go. I loved the way you ended this part!

Hope he falls for her first! ☺️

Originally posted by: aish_punk

hey hema di..nice part..

Sandhya n Prashant met for a coffee on a rainy day!..nice ;)..

he told her everything about Amrita..n she felt so bad for him she even had tears in her eyes..aww!..

he was sad to see that but glad she understood!

he couldn't move on..he tried to accept that he did but the truth was he couldn't..n she knew it better than him..so she asked him to talk to Amrita..

he didn't want to talk to her or know the reason..he wanted to marry her..wow nice..

thnx 4 d PM

update soon

-aish

Originally posted by: nanshr

LOVE IT!! This guy was unconsciously holding onto his grief, and all it took was a little bit of understanding from Sandhya for him to finally start to let go. I loved the way you ended this part!

Hope he falls for her first! ☺️

Originally posted by: _.serendipity._

I think he already has begun to fall for her 😉 ..

That's what I thought, but I didn't want to jinx it. You never know with writers... 😉😆

Omg Hema! This is such a beautiful, simple, sweet story :) I fell in love with it almost instantly 😃 Sandhya is someone alot of girls can identify with, her dream to live independently, afraid of being tied down - but mostly, it is the situation that she finds herself in, being persuaded to marry when she doesn't really want to.

Aww so sweet!

Originally posted by: scratches-head

Omg Hema! This is such a beautiful, simple, sweet story :) I fell in love with it almost instantly 😃 Sandhya is someone alot of girls can identify with, her dream to live independently, afraid of being tied down - but mostly, it is the situation that she finds herself in, being persuaded to marry when she doesn't really want to.

I do feel bad for Prashant but I think I agree with Sandhya. He doesn't want to move on, and is therefore subjecting himself and others to this misery. Waiting to know how their story shapes up from here!

I love it! ⭐️

P.S - I have a teeny-weeny request. We know alot about Sandhya as a character, but I'd love to know more about where she works, and where her passions lie. It's probably because that this character is so endearing, that I want to know more about her :)

Originally posted by: Rafa.LunaPotter

Aww so sweet!

They actually met and he told her everything./...

Really touching..and soo well swritten..*claps*

Graet part..waiting to read more!

Update soon..:))

Part 8: Someone who wasn't him

"I do want to let go," Prashant said earnestly, "I want to marry you, Sandhya."

For a long time, all that could be heard was the deafening rain splattering over the city, purifying it, compassionate in all its fierceness. Sandhya struggled with herself, trying to decide how to respond. She wasn't good at dealing with the unexpected. And Prashant always managed to confound her thoroughly.

"Why?" she asked finally.

"I really don't know. I mean, it's difficult to explain why you like someone, yeah? Well, it's difficult for me, at least. I just feel that my happiness lies with you. And I really like you. You're kind, compassionate, intelligent, and you're honest and straightforward. And you have this innocence, this simplicity. No pretensions, no deceptions... I feel I can trust you with anything. And I feel... alive when I'm with you."

The words flowed out of his lips, like a vaguely familiar song. It was something he had never consciously thought of before, and yet the moment in which the words escaped him seemed so natural, so perfectly comprehensible to him, as though he had always known and awaited it.

"I don't understand," she breathed. She really didn't understand. For once she was unable to read the emotions in his eyes. She saw affection and sincerity... but surely she was mistaken. He was in love with Amrita after all. Where did she come in? What was going on?

He saw her confusion and attempted to explain what he himself had been unable to grasp, "Do you remember when I came to see you the other day with my parents? You were so angry. You said I was insensitive, self-centred, arrogant. Disrespectful, you said."

"I'm sorry," she cringed, embarrassed, "I know I totally overdid it. I don't know what came over -"

"You were right. What I did was wrong on so many levels. I have wronged all those girls I have been to see, their families, my own parents. Everything you accused me of was absolutely true. I owe an apology to so many people. I owe you an apology. And that's partly why I wanted to meet you. To explain myself. Not that I have an excuse. I just... didn't think. I was too self-absorbed. I could not think beyond my pain."

"But you didn't know what you were -"

"Yes. And you, you pulled me out of my shell. I don't know what you did. You caught me unawares and confused me spectacularly. But, somehow, because of you, I started living a bit more. Instead of only seeing her all around all the time, there were these lapses when I started noticing other things around me. I saw that there was a lot more to the world than I had allowed myself to see. And I started thinking beyond myself. I truly saw my parents for the first time in two years. I saw the hopes in their eyes and how I had been letting them down."

"Okay, so that's why you want to marry me? For your parents?" Sandhya felt she had finally surmised, the reason behind his peculiar behaviour.

Her response threw him off. But by now, he was used to her having such an effect on him.

"No. No, I want to marry you, because of you... because I... connect with you in a way I can't understand but it feels right. When I'm with you, everything feels right. Somehow. I have been feeling something since we first met, but I only came to recognise it two days ago. And today I have become even more sure of what you mean to me... which... I can't really put into words. It's kind of weird. No wait, not weird, I don't really mean that. Forget the weird part."

If that was a proposal, it was the single most pathetic proposal ever, he thought. But he wasn't good with words. He knew them to inherently inadequate, limited to logic and reason as they were, as vehicles to convey feelings. For feelings stubbornly defied and transcended all things rational.

Sandhya smiled fondly at him.

"It's friendship, Prashant, what you feel for me... and that's not a sufficient reason for getting married. I really like you too, and we can be very good friends. I would really like that. But I can't marry somebody who doesn't actually love me, whom I don't love. You know, I have always been terrified of getting married and was always against the idea of seeing suitors. My family had to quite literally force me. But I've realised that what I was actually scared of, was not marrying out of love. I was scared of being confined all my life in an unsolicited burden of a relationship... But now I know. I want to fall in love and decide to share my life with somebody, only because I know that if I don't do so, my life wouldn't make any sense - it would be unimaginable, absurd."

Her eyes, glazed and dazed, had journeyed away from him, far, far away. And at that instant, all that Prashant really wanted, so desperately that his heart ached, was to be the one shining in those dreamy eyes. But it didn't happen.

She turned to him, slightly embarrassed, and continued kindly, "Now, I don't feel that way about you. And be honest, Prashant. You don't really want to marry me, right? All you want is to get over Amrita, isn't it?"

She paused, waiting for a response, but he only stared at her, perplexed. Whenever he looked at Sandhya, Amrita seemed so distant, so insignificant. But was that really why he wanted to marry Sandhya? Was that the actual reason? Was it selfishness?

"You will get over her," she said, encouragingly, misunderstanding his silence, "and you will find happiness. I promise you. And if it helps, I will always be with you. But we don't need to get married for that, and so, we shouldn't. Some day, I'll find the man of my dreams and you'll fall in love with somebody who deserves your love. And all will be well. We'll all live happily ever after. You and I are just not meant to be married to each other... and you know it."

"I... guess you're right," he said, his words seeming alien to him, as though stolen from another person.

"Of course I am!" she laughed softly, "And I'm also right in saying that you must talk to Amrita!"

But he knew then, more certainly than ever before, that he really didn't care anymore... about what Amrita thought, about why she had left. Over the past week, he had begun to gradually wander beyond the realms of her memories. And now, Amrita had finally become what she had always been: a relic of his past, too remote, too far away.

Sandhya smiled at him confidently.

He didn't have the heart to contradict her. He just looked at her, enraptured by what met his eyes, knowing that he might never see her again. She looked pretty in an ethereal way, with her curly hair cascading over her petite shoulders, wild and free.

Prashant smiled back warmly, overwhelmingly thankful for what she had given him. For the first time in two years, he wanted to pick up a paintbrush and paint his dreams away; he wanted to hike up mountains, to lose himself and find his soul in valleys deep and mystifying; he wanted to live.

And as for Sandhya, the most beautiful person in the world, he knew she deserved the man of her dreams, someone she would fall in love with... Someone who wasn't him.

Amazing part ! The conversation b/w Prashant and Sandhya seemed so natural and sweet I guess I'm glad in a way that Sandhya didn't say yes, I mean, it's too early. Prashant hasn't sorted out his emotions as yet, and it would be wrong to marry Sandhya for reasons other than love, for both of them.