Tomorrow's Promise - A Mehrya FF Chapter 6 Page 45 updated 23/07 - Page 2

Oh dear, what did i just read. Tibs, this is beautiful 👏👏👏

Originally posted by: Mehryalove

Res😉

Tibs didaa you're really so sweet

Thank you

Unres

Wow didaa awesome os😊

It is really so emotional😭Tibs didaa you are really a great writer👏

And thank you so much didaa😳

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Thanks Pavi ...
you are sweet too hon..love when you call me didaa

Originally posted by: Shamrouz

Res..

Mainy bola tha na tumhry andaar ka writer tumhy chup rehny nahi dega...Aur Hamara pyaar tumhy likhny par maboor karega😈🤣

Tibu😲😲

From where you have connected the dots ...No one has thought about that she has relation with this fire since years...

And now I'm able to understand her confession also what made her confess on that day...She has already seen her loved ones parting from her in similar accident and it made her so emotional😭

Supebly written tibs...Iam cold after reading this😕

After trying to understand what all she has gone throw😭

thanks Shamz ..yeah I do not know... it just came to me ...this thing about fire ...it runs through the story ...

Originally posted by: snehatara

Great story tibs.👏👏 You have captured her inner turmoil so well. It's like hearing her speak her heart out which is unsaid in the actual episode. ⭐️At times I feel CVs can play these without going for those unearthy songs and loud background music to bring in the depth of feelings these two have for each other.😊

thanks Sneha ...yeah I too wish that inner turmoil was voiced better in the show ...

Originally posted by: DiyaKash

How beautifully put! Do you write for a living, if not you should! You definitely have a career here😊

That association with fire, you built that line so well through her life. And her helpless at her loss in the end is so moving. I am going to look at her screaming outside the car with this in mind tmrw...

Loved it👏👏

aww thanks Diya ...you made my day ...
next time when I am sick of my job .. am gonna think of writing as a career...

Part 2 _ Rain


She was getting away ...again.
Just moments ago she was in his arms , clutching him like a body to it soul. She was happy to see him again ,her embrace was the balm his wounds, both on his heart and body, desired.
Her eyes screamed out her love , her face was a mosaic of expressions that ranged from relief to happiness to pride and then, she had stiffened in his arms and pushed him away .
Her tongue spoke a language alien to her eyes ...it spoke of never being together when the tears in her eyes threatened to tell him the truth .
Her tears ...they fell ...again... like she had in his life - the rain that starts as a silent ,gentle drizzle and then it becomes the pelting thick sheet of water , drilling its way through hardened , scorched earth , softening it at first , quenching it later , hydrating it so that it can become the living organism it is supposed to be , instead of a barren , lifeless stretch.
When she had first touched him through her gentleness, her sweetness had evaporated making no impact on him like moisture on a hot surface .
But then he had craved for that sweetness and he found ways ,noble and ignoble to savor that sweetness, to quench his thirst just by allowing those little drops to fall on him, just a little.
He never planned to get drenched .He was going to walk out of that rain .
He was too strong , to hard to for the gentle rain . It was going to just cool him a little and then it will be gone like the clouds in a clear sky with not a trace of them .
He did not realize when he had outstretched his arms to catch that rain , he did not know when he started getting frustrated , when the rain refused to be contained in his palms.
He did not know , when his complaints of getting drenched became a whimper of agony on losing that cover of rain.
He did not realize, when he started craving for that coolness, when that gentle drizzle stopped being enough, when nothing but a downpour to fill him completely was what he demanded.
He had like a fool let her go , when she was his , asking like a madman for the equilibrium of dry heat. .He had again not fought hard enough when she walked out on him just when the moisture had started seeping in . He had made his way again in that coolness and had ,horrified seen it almost being snatched away for ever from him.
He had made a pact then , to barter anything , to have exclusive right on that reservoir of love . Nothing less would be enough to quench his thirst .
And then it was being denied to him .This time he was ready .He had learned . He was going to fight hard for his right to be standing in that rain.
He had found his way to her . He was going to convince her. He was going to hold his rain again in his palms.
All he had to do was , stretch his arms through this scorching heat and open the door.
His rain was pouring . Outside

Originally posted by: crtkelly

Amazing😊

Yeah and about thatfreedom from writing😆😉

I am so happy you gave in to the pull of another piece Tibs. Thank you!

Thanks Kelly ..
Yeah the fool I am 😆

wow...read both parts... fantastic...Tibs 😛

Second part was more like poetry ...👏👏