His heart that had been anxiously racing for the past three hours was finally at peace once she was in his arms. In his safe hold. Just enough close to him for him to relax knowing he could shield her from anything and everything. He had gone insane after Sonu informed him that she had
“Tum khush ho?” “Nahi hona chahiye?” “Ye mere sawal ka jawab nahi hai.” “Aapko nahi lagta iss sawal ke liye ab kafi der ho chuki hai, AVM? Parso meri shaadi hai. Aapke best friend se.” “Ye bhi mere sawal ka jawab nahi hai.” Her fingers brushed against his, holding her rooted in her place. As
“Tumhara dimag kharab hai? Wo kya tumhare dost hai jinse jhagda kar rahi thi? Gunde the wo, bevkoof ladki! Knives, rods, guns… sab tha unke paas aur tum fir bhi… Agar main waqt par nahi aata to? Kuch bhi ho sakta tha, Ishqi. Khud ke liye nahi to kam se kam mere liye hi apna
Ye banda ajeeb nahi mahaajeeb hai. She concluded upon watching him turn back on his feet without countering the series of taunts that she had made on him. She had managed to conceal the surprise that had flickered in her orbs at his uninvited presence at her place but his unusual silence had been more
Khadoos, tu keli aahes kadhi kalji mazi? Kimaan asa dakhavlas tari ahe ka ki tula mazi kalji aahe? Mazi Haravleli Bahuli, Aaplyat aajvar anek bhandna zalit. Mi tula nako nako te bollo. Tu mala nako nako te bolli pan tya divshi kharach… manala ija karun gela tu je bolli te! Mi mazi kalji kadachit tula
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“Tum thik ho? Itni raat ko… aise achanak bulaya?” “Jab tak aap thik nahi hai… main thik kaise ho sakti hoon?” “Main samjha nahi.” “Aapne kabhi bataya nahi…” “Kis baare me?” “Aap abhi tak khud ko… blame karte hai..” she paused, her gaze involuntarily falling to the ground, “aapki Maa ne jo kiya uske liye…”
“Stop glaring at me.” “Kyun? Waise bhi mere kuch kehne se… karne se aapko koi farq to padta hai nahi.” “Aisa nahi hai, Ishqi!” “Aisa hi hai, AVM! Kya zaroorat thi unn logo se ladne ki? Main handle kar rahi thi na?” “Dekha maine kaise handle kar rahi thi!” “Dekhiye… taunts to mat hi maariye
“Aap kyun aaye hai yahan? Maine phone pe kaha tha main nahi chaahti aap mujhe aise dekhe.” “Isiliye to aaya hoon. Mere hone ka faayda hi kya jab tum toot rahi ho aur main sambhaal bhi na sakoon?” “Main thik hoon, AVM.” “Okay.” “Main sach me thik hoon.” “Okay.” “Aap maan kyun nahi rahe?” “Kaha
“Kitni baar aur puchna padega tab aap batayenge, AVM? Hua kya hai?” “Mere paas baithogi thodi der?” “Par hua kya -” Her remaining words died in the air when his eyes lifted to her and she found herself wordlessly sitting beside him. Her hand reached out for his, rubbing his knuckles. “Itna kyun pareshaan hai?”
“Ithe yenar hotis tar at least shawl gheun yaychi na…,” he said, wrapping her in her favorite pink shawl that he had bought for her, hiding her from the biting cold of December, “nahi tar mala tari sangaycha. Mi aanun dili asti. Itkya thandit, itkya ratri mazi bayko ithe terrace var basun aajari padli tar?
“Arey tu geli tar… haan, Netra… Netra yeil bara. Ti yeun maza haat pakdel. Chalnar aahe tula?” “To tar ti mazya samor hi pakadte. Tyat kay navin?” Her indifferent shrug made him bang his fists on the bed when his every attempt to hold her back from going on that stupid solo trip died a
“Parat asa kadhi kela tar bagh! Asa kasa gela tu mala na bhetata Bangalore la? Mi uthle nahi mhanun tu mala uthavla hi nahi?” Breaking the hug, she began hitting on his arm. “Mean Khadoos Kanitkar.” “Ae-ae… lagtay mala…” He brought his bag at the front to his defense but it was on the floor
“Apu-Apurva, ae aapan rastyat aaho. Ar-ey… loka baghat aahe,” he muttered while trying to get her to keep some distance between them but she just tightened her hold around him. “Mag? Loka baghat aahe tar kay? Ain’t my fault if they’ve nothing else to do!” He mentally facepalmed at his wife’s indifference toward the several
“Khadoos…” “Hmm?” “Aapan eka varsha nantar vegle zalyanantar suddha tu mala bhetayla yet jashil?” “Mi bhetayla aalela chalel tula?” “Aawdel mala! Aapan itke divas sobat rahlo, Khadoos. Kiti sambhalun ghetla arey tu mala ya eka varshat. Mi radle tevha tu hotas… mala haswayla! Padle tevha tu hotas… mala uchlayla. Dhadpadle tevha suddha… tu hotas… mala
“Tula jaychach ahe tar?” Her brows rose as she bit back a smile before halting her packing. “Ka? Tula mala jau dyaycha nahi ahe ka?” He narrowed his eyes at her for a brief moment before mentally smacking himself for revealing his distress so bluntly for her to tease. “Che… ajibat nahi. Asa kahihi NAHI
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Set in the night after Apurva refuses to go with Dr. Anjali till the divorce actually happens. Khadoos ch kharach prem asel ka mazyavar? She clutched her blanket closer, staring at the door of their room that she had locked from outside. She had spent the whole day doing something or the other after she sent
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You signed the divorce papers, And my foolish heart used to feel that it matters. That it matters to you just enough to hold on to it no matter how rough the weather gets, But I forgot that the controller is fate; we are merely its puppets. It still hurts that I have to let
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She could only sigh and presume, That he was gone and must have been asleep in their room. The woman was clearly being ignorant and silly, Still oblivious to the fact that wherever she would be… would be where he would be. – IAdoreYouCreates Her Valiant Mate I haven’t really been religiously following the show
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The Dream That Hit Like No Other! The dream that hit like no other with Shashank realizing how severe the repercussions of the choices he had made could be! The dream that hit like no other with Shashank realizing that what he had done could lead to that change in Apurva that would be a
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तिच्याबाबतीत किती तो चुकला! एकदा चुकला आणि बस… चुकतच गेला! जणू एक सवय… जणू एक व्यसन, तिच्याबद्दल सतत judgmental होऊन विसरलाच तो करायला मनन! मनन तिच्याबद्दल त्याच्या बदलत जाणार्या भावनांचे, मनन तिच्याबद्दल असलेल्या गैरसमजांचे! मनाशी तो ठरवून बस बसला – की ही आहे अशी, कधी समजून घेण्याचा प्रयत्न त्याच्या डोक्याने त्याला करूच दिला नाही की