~ A tale of a friendship crushed and an affection triumphed ~
Best Ranking : #1 in ShraMan #12 in General Fiction
Shravan and Suman, Childhood best friends, inseparable so to say. Suman, a feisty and hot headed girl, her only goal in life, to be ac...
Thank you so much for your lovely comments on the previous part. I'm glad you guys loved the nuances and enjoyed the read. Its been a harrowing few updates so I thought I could have a chilled out one, sort of :p True chilling will take some time to happen, but be rest assured, this one has no shockers!
Right so, Shiddat, which means intensity. Intensity of pain? Loneliness? Love? Let's see yeah? No further chatter, straight to the update!
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If anyone saw her room, they would think a storm passed through it. If they saw her, they would know that she was the storm. Her face blank, eyes stoic, dried tear streaks marring her visage. Perched on her windowsill, she looked at the ants lifting small particles of food and heading to their burrows. Meticulous creatures, thought she. Always striving, never giving in. Ants don't have suicidal tendencies do they? Ants don't have loans. They don't even get heart attacks... Lucky ants!
Sighing heavily she turned her gaze to her ambassador. The white can of tin held a lot of value for her until today. Now her Mother's last memory only served to irk her. At first she was in denial, then she was plain angry at Nanu for having kept it all from her and finally when acceptance came, the pain brought with it a heaviness that refused to leave her. She realised that her mom was ill and she knew now more than ever that even though she wasn't alone, she needed to learn to be her own strength.
Till date she derived strength from Nanu, from her deceased Mother, from Shravan. She came to understand that no matter the support in her life, she had to learn to find strength and happiness within herself if she was to survive. People needed to look inwards at some point in their lives. And what they found on the inside would be a make or break kind of deal. She knew, for her it would have to be the "make". What if she inherited the "break" tendencies from her Mom? That just wouldn't do. Shravan called her Sumo for a reason and she would prove him right.
With her resolve solid, she decided she had had enough of moping around. It was past noon but she could still very much head to PCT and work towards fulfilling her dream. She messaged Eric asking him for a good time to talk to Shravan and headed to get dressed. If life wished to keep pushing her down, she wished to tell life to go s**k it for she was not fragile enough to be broken easily. Life would have to try harder.
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The burnt ground received respite with the first showers in days. London was known for its gloomy weather but the last few days had seen next to no precipitation and just when the bright sun had become a common occurrence, the clouds made a triumphant return much to the dismay of the inhabitants. The mild thunder was sufficient to break the state of blissful ignorance he was in.
His sleep-laden eyelids drooped heavily as he blinked to get rid of the fogginess. The sporadic pain he felt in his head was getting mildly unbearable. The stitches were still pretty fresh and the painkillers were wearing off. He swiped his tongue across his lips and pried open his eyes with difficulty.
