Saints and Sinners_A SanDhir Story of Love ♡ #Wattys2015

"Saints And Sinners"_Part 15 ☆

This is the most intense chapter of the story.
HUGE BUT HOT.

"The twinge, the pain, the bygone delivered,
Withall delight left in to discard,
She walked down the lane, to curb her dreams,
While saline water poured down her rims.
He stood there, broken at the betrayal that
surfaced,
Concealing every emotion he had ever
showcased,
Stood there wondering, whether she was a friend or foe,
Was it so wrong to ever let her go?"_ By Me

The pain that conjured ripples in her plasma, had already congealed.

Her heart had already been bantered to pieces.

The Randhir, she had again invested her life upon, had left her alone to fend with her past.

What about the future, she had so merrily dreamt with him?

Life was indeed a merry-go-round. It had

brought her to the same phase, where she had been years ago-on the verge of losing her soul.

How could life be so covetus enough to tarnish her naivete like this again and again?

Torn within her innermost turmoils, she shook her tears away.

She shouldn't have let Randhir graduate more from the mere status of "Flavour

of the Week" in her life.

Atleast that would have spared her the pain of adulation, and this insane trouble.

But what could she do?

His eyes almost forced into her soul, so much so that she couldn't look anywhere else.

The enigmatic, authoritative life she led, wasn't out of a reason.

Her late-night cravings, her emotional outbursts were certainly not irrational.

Anybody who'd have to face this much in a single lifetime, would have probably dropped dead.

But she gathered all her sinew and engaged herself to bring back the aura she had lost.

Just that she was just breathing, and not living, until the day Randhir stepped in her zestless life.

As though his coming seemed like the homecoming of a perilous storm, his intricate emotions had bestowed her with a new life, and a new urge to build it up like herself.

But she felt herself getting thrown into the

attracting darkness yet again, as the dusky

swarthiness bloomed along her sides.

Crumpled between turbulent emotions, she let of the picture that had supposedly ruined her life.

The echoless grumbling of the doorbell, caught her ears, yet she swept on the damp floor, lifeless.

As for a minute second,the thought of Randhir returning, crossed her mind, she hobbled up hurriedly and wiped away her tears hastily.

Perhaps Randhir hadn't seen the photo at all.

Perhaps he was out to meet his friend, or maybe to an urgent phone call from his boss.

Perhaps dusk hadn't swallowed her life yet.

Even then, shewould let Randhir know everything about her past.

She won't keep him unanswered anymore.

Kissing her "Randhir smiling" wallpaper, she galloped down the drawing, fervently praying it to be Randhir.

As she opened the door, her heartbeats