Chapter Eighteen: Man on a Wire

Ananya watched as Raj pushed open the door to his house, his face stoic. He hadn’t said a word during the drive back, instead staring quietly out of the window.


“You know where the guest room is.” He said curtly, starting up the stairs before she could respond. She stared after him as his silhouette disappeared behind his door, shutting it with a soft click. She recognized his fear hiding behind the sharp words, his face creased with worry.


Should she ask him if he was doing okay?


Did she even have a right to anymore?


She glanced around the kitchen, the familiarity disconcerting. The décor hadn’t changed in the three years she hadn’t been to this house; a painful reminder of the fond memories she had lost. She had often accompanied Raj when he came down to visit his family, reveling in the warmth and comfort of a family that had become her second home.


She swallowed hard, blinking back the sudden tears that had made themselves known.


She turned away from the area, feeling like she was intruding on old memories that she had no right to revisit. She made her way up the stairs, placing her duffel in the guest bedroom and sitting down on the bed. She quickly changed into her pajamas, pulling out her laptop and curling up on the bed to work on her next chapter.


She barely heard Raj enter the room fifteen minutes later, holding a towel. “I forgot to give you this, in case you wanted to take a shower.” She lifted her hands and he tossed it to her, turning to leave.


Should she ask him?


She hesitated, and then got up from the bed, breaking into a quick jog to catch up to him in a few steps. He turned, his brow furrowed in confusion.


“I just wanted to ask you if you were okay.” She said, the words coming out in a rush. His jaw stiffened and he nodded curtly, turning away.


“You know you can talk to me if you need it, right?” She asked tentatively. He stopped, listening. She cleared her throat uncomfortably, exhaling. “I- I know we aren’t on the best terms, we’re not even really friends but if you need it…”


“How do you think I am, Ananya?” He snapped, turning around to face her. His eyes were lit with surprising anger, his fingers curling into his palm. He let out a sharp breath, pressing his lips together. “You keep asking me if I’m okay, and I’m not. I thought that was pretty damned obvious.”


She recoiled, his words stinging.


“I wasn’t there when my father nearly died, okay? The doctor said that if it had been half an hour more, he would have been gone. Gone. And the last time he asked me if I wanted to come see him for his damned birthday, I was working. I’m not fucking okay.” He cursed as his voice broke, angry at himself for losing control.


“I just wanted to make sure-”


“You don’t have to.” He said, cutting her off swiftly. “You’re under no obligation to check if I am okay.”


She breathed in slowly, struggling to contain the needles that sliced through her throat. She nodded with a tight smile and began to turn around.


She didn’t have to take this.


She turned around, striding closer to him. “Look, I know we’re not friends, okay? I realize that you don’t want anything to do with me. But unfortunately, no one else could be here with you and so I am, and therefore, it is my responsibility to make sure that you aren’t beating yourself up over something that isn’t your goddamned fault.” She snapped, her eyes blazing. “I’ve been there, and I know how heavy that guilt is. But let me tell you right now – it does no one any good to have you moping like a teenager.”


His fist tightened in anger as he stepped forward, anger lacing every word.


He didn’t want her damned sympathy. He didn’t need her.


“Don’t fucking pretend to understand me, Ananya. It drives me nuts, it always has. You act like you know what’s good for everyone, but you don’t.” He threw the words out, ignoring the way her face blanched. She stared at him for a long moment, her smile sad.


“I’m not. I’m just trying to tell you that your family needs you right now, and that you wallowing in your guilt does absolutely fucking nothing to help.” She said quietly, turning on her heel.


He stared after her, feeling strangely more empty than he had ever before. He leaned against the wall, resting his head against it and closing his eyes. He heard her soft footsteps approaching, but he didn’t open his eyes even as she stood in front of him.


“Here.” He opened his eyes to find her standing in front of him, her arm outstretched. He glanced down at her palm, letting out a bark of laughter when he saw the silvery candy.


“You still carry Hershey’s kisses around?”


“You never know when you need to seduce a man.” She said dryly, letting her palm drop as he popped it into his mouth. He looked down at the crumpled silver foil in his hand for a moment before looking back up at her.


“I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.” He said quietly, playing with the foil. She regarded him silently, waiting for him to continue.“I haven’t come home as often since I started my Ph.D. I haven’t had time, with trying to get my prelim finished and then working on getting a paper out, finalizing my thesis and…” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It just slipped to the back of my mind, and I assumed I’d have endless time with them, you know?”


He fell silent, leaning his head against the wall in exhaustion. “And then today… I realized that it’s not infinite. I could have lost-” He broke off, unable to finish the sentence. He swallowed the heavy lump in his throat, his eyes red from the prickle of tears.


“But you didn’t lose him.” She said gently, placing her hand over his. He looked up at her, his eyes stinging. “You have to believe that. You didn’t lose him. He will be okay. They got to him in time.” She urged him to believe, her words insistent.

He regarded her for a long moment, his eyes scanning her face. He turned away and scoffed, shaking his head. “I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this. Of all people…” He trailed off, a wry, humorless smile playing at his lips.


“He’ll be okay.” She repeated. Her breath fanned his face as she spoke the words, her head tilting up as she looked at him, willing him to listen to her. She could feel the heat of his arm next to hers as he turned to look at her, holding her gaze for a long moment. She squeezed his hand, her fingers sliding between his.


She leaned up, hesitating for a split second before pressing her lips gently to his forehead in a soft kiss. She drew back, touching his cheek as his other arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him. She rubbed small circles between his thumb and pointer finger.


“Thank you.” He murmured.


She looked up at him, her breath catching in her throat when she saw his expression.


His eyes leisurely drifted over her face, leaving hers as they traced her features. Her eyes were serious and dark, the faint light from above reflected in her irises. From this close, he could see the small lines that had developed around her eyes, the freckle at the base of her jaw.


Her features were so familiar. A painful tug traveled from his gut to his heart, a reminder of how much he missed her. He could feel the warmth of her breath fanning his face, smell the light floral scent of her perfume that lingered from earlier in the day.


But he was too tired to fight it.


Three years later, and she still had the same damned effect on him.


“Anya…” Her name slid off of his lips, resting at the tip of his tongue. He leaned in slightly, his hand rising to stand just millimeters from her face. Her eyes fluttered shut unconsciously, their noses nearly touching. He tilted his head, his lips just barely brushing against hers in a fleeting kiss.


They froze when they heard the sound of a key turning in the door, breaking through their haze. He briefly looked at her, and she slowly leaned back from him, exhaling slowly as she untangled her fingers from his. She gave him a slight smile as she stood up.


“He’ll be okay.” She said quietly.


He kept his gaze on her in his peripheral vision, watching as she padded down the hallway towards her room without another word. He cursed in his head, leaning back against the wall. Anjali appeared from the stairs, her exhausted features arranged in a tired smile.


“Hey Raju.” She said quietly, sinking down next to him. He gave her a wan smile, leaning his head against her shoulder as she let out a heavy sigh.


“He’ll be okay, right Didi?” He asked, suddenly feeling like he was eight years old again. He felt her nod against his head, her hand reaching for his, seeking comfort.


“He will.”


They sat in silence for a long moment, breathing in the moment of being with each other.


“Where are Nick and Javi?”


“Nick was fast asleep in Amma’s arms, and she had finally fallen asleep too. I didn’t want to wake them up. Javi is with them. He insisted that I come home.” He sensed the guilt in her voice at being at home, one that was mirrored in his own.


“Where’s Ananya?” She asked after a beat, turning to look at him. His heart paused for a moment before it restarted, a strange sort of nervousness filling him.


“The guest bedroom.” He muttered, gesturing to the stream of light that came from her cracked door.


“Did you ask her if she had everything?”


“Of course I did, Di. I’m not five.” He said, his tone far sharper than he had intended.


“I was just making sure.” She said lightly, choosing to gloss over his sudden defensiveness. He was particularly conscious of Anjali’s eyes on him. He looked down at his fingers, feeling like she could see right through him.


“Sorry. I’m just…” He shrugged, exhaling slowly. Anjali regarded him quietly for a moment, debating whether or not to press him further. She squeezed his hand before pushing herself up, tugging her hair into a messy bun.


“I’m going to head to bed. You should sleep too.” She said, ruffling his hair. He glared at her, earning a laugh from her as she walked down the hallway. She paused, turning to look at him. “If you need it, I’m always here for you, Raju.” She said softly. He smiled at her, nodding.


“I know.”


She held his gaze for a long moment, a fond smile on her face. She turned around, pushing the door to the guest bedroom open as she murmured something unintelligible to Ananya before she slipped into her own room.


Raj stared at the crack of light, his chest constricting. He swallowed hard, the temptation to walk to her room tugging at him. He got up with a sigh, his resistance crumbling as he walked towards her door, his fist lingering over it as he wondered whether or not he should knock.


The sound of the door opening once more downstairs caused him to turn away, his hand dropping to his side as he shook his head.


He would not do this. Not again.

Ananya came down the staircase quietly the next morning, pulling her hair up into a neat ponytail as she walked towards the kitchen. She walked over to the cupboards, her mind in another place as she absentmindedly poured the milk and water to brew herself a hot cup of chai.


“Did you sleep well?”


She jumped, stifling a scream of surprise as Uma’s soft voice came from behind her. She turned to face her sheepishly. “Sorry, I didn’t expect you.”


Uma stared at her for a moment and then nodded, giving her a half smile. She moved to grab a larger pot and the flattened rice. She quietly measured six handfuls into another bowl, taking out a couple of potatoes and some onions as Ananya watched awkwardly from the other side of the island.


“You will have poha, right?” She asked, her gaze still on the pot in front of her.


“Yeah, that sounds delicious. But I can make it if you would like. You’ve spent the whole day in the hospital, you need rest.” She said gently, walking over to the stove as the milk she had placed there earlier began to foam.


“You don’t need to worry about me, Anu. I’m fine.” She said, her words carefully measured.


Ananya bit her lip, stung by the distance in her words. She almost laughed at how similarly Uma and Raj had responded, their words mirroring each other as they withdrew into themselves.


What had she been expecting?


It wasn’t as if his mom would embrace her with waiting arms. After all, in breaking up with him… she had broken with his family too.


An acute sense of longing pulled at her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, determined to push it down. There was no sense in wishing for the past, only a way to mold her future. She watched as the milk came to a boil, putting in the tea leaves as they worked side by side for a moment. She reached for the sugar just as Uma did, their hands touching briefly.


Stung, Uma dropped her hand, awkwardness rushing to replace the fleeting moment of comfort.


“I’m sorry, you can take it. I was just going to add some to my coffee.” She titled her head at the decoction that stood beside her, a glass of steaming milk in a tumbler next to it. Ananya’s throat tightened at the distinct sense of formality she was being treated with, a sharp contrast to the easy relationship they had once shared.  


She quickly put the sugar in the tea before stepping back and leaning against the counter, swallowing hard. Her gaze drifted to the older woman. Uma’s hair had developed more pronounced streaks of gray in the last three years, swept back into a loose bun at the nape of her neck. Although she was small, she had always been dignified – but it had never stymied her warmth.


“How is Papa doing?” She queried finally, breaking the silence. Uma didn’t look at her as she stirred the poha, but her face darkened slightly.


“He’s fine. He should be coming home this afternoon.” She said softly, adjusting the flame.


They fell silent once more.


“I’m sorry.”


The words were out before Ananya could stop them, and Uma stilled, the gentle stirring pausing for a split second. Ananya’s chest was tight with the breath she was holding, a flood of unsaid words sweeping to the front of her mind.


“For what?”


Ananya felt the stirrings of dread as Uma forced her to confront what she had avoided with two simple words, her gaze unsettlingly direct. Ananya fought the urge to divert her gaze, choosing to meet it head on.


“For not saying goodbye.” She said honestly, hoping Uma would see the truth in her words. A sad smile graced Uma’s lips, a hint of bitterness entering her words.


“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to, Ananya.” Uma responded quietly, turning back to the poha.


Ananya swallowed hard, taking a deep breath.


“I don’t think it will ever be enough.”


“Shattered glass cannot be put back together again without the cracks.” She stated bluntly. Her unvarnished words cut, the hurt in Uma’s voice a reminder of how selfish Ananya had been. Guilt settled in her stomach, heavy and unrelenting at the silent admonishment in Uma’s words.


Flush it down the toilet, Ananya. You have to move on.


“No, it can’t be.” She said quietly. “But stained glass comes from broken pieces of glass.”


Uma looked up, regarding her silently for a long moment. A ghost of a smile appeared on her face, and she nodded slowly. “That is true.”


She fell silent just as Raj came down the stairs, his hair in disarray as he walked into the kitchen. His dark eyes met hers, darkening as he stared at her for a moment. She could feel her heart in her ears, heat pooling in her veins.


“Good morning, Raj. I’m glad you finally decided to wake up.” Uma interrupted.


Ananya started and tore her gaze away, distinctly conscious of Uma’s sharp look between the two of them.


Raj swallowed hard, turning his attention to his mother with an easy smile. He greeted his mom with a warm hug as he leaned over the stove, inhaling deeply. “Ma, you know me so well. I haven’t had poha in so long. You have to teach me how to make it.”


Uma’s face immediately softened as she ran a fond hand through her son’s hair, amused disapproval pulling at her lips. “How many times have I told you to brush your hair before you come downstairs? You look like a homeless person.”


“Ma, I’m 26 and you still lecture me about my hair.”


“Raju, you’re 26 and I still have to remind you about your hair.” She mimicked his tone, earning a laugh from him. Ananya watched from the other end of the island, feeling slightly out of place as they interacted. She moved to grab the tea, straining it into a mug and inhaling the scent.


“You made chai?” He asked, turning to her. She avoided his gaze but nodded, tilting her head at the extra cup on the counter.


“There’s some for you too. I added an extra spoon of sugar.”


Something flickered across his face, disappearing as quickly as it came as he reached for the cup. “How’s Papa?” He asked, his voice sobering in concern.


“He’s doing well. He already wants to go back to work.” Uma said, rolling her eyes. “I told him to take the week off and he tells me that he has to be in for a major meeting tomorrow and can’t afford to.”


“I’ll tell him. He really needs to take care of his health.” Raj said, admonishment in his voice despite the fact that the person in question couldn’t hear him. “I thought you were staying at the hospital?”


“I would have. Javi kicked me out. He said I needed proper rest.” Uma said, her face curling in mild annoyance. It softened just as quickly, and she shook her head. “Anjali is so lucky to have him. He’s a wonderful person.”


Raj made a noise of agreement, sipping his chai. Uma looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, her gaze narrowing.


“Have you even brushed your teeth?”


Raj shifted uncomfortably, guilt evident on his face. Ananya hid a snicker of amusement behind her mug as he sighed heavily, already making his way towards the bathroom.


“Yuck, Raju, you didn’t even brush your teeth. Is this how you are at your apartment too?” She called out after him, clear disapproval in her voice. “Six months without your mother over your shoulder, and all manners are forgotten.” She muttered underneath her breath, shaking her head.


Ananya couldn’t hold back her amusement, her laughter breaking free. Uma glanced at her, smiling slightly in spite of herself. She poured her filter coffee into the little cup to cook it, the bubbles foaming into a rich concoction. Ananya inhaled the scent deeply, comforted by the familiarity.


Uma paused, placing her tumbler down on the counter before facing Ananya fully.  “I don’t know what your equation with Raj is now, Anu. That is between the two of you. But I hope you are serious about whatever is going on this time.” She said, her voice hardening. Ananya froze, taken aback by the sudden bluntness with which she addressed the elephant looming.


“I don’t… We aren’t… We aren’t dating.” Ananya managed to get out.”


“You may not be dating. But I’m not naive, Anu — I’m almost 60.” She said sharply. “I’m not blind.”


“I know that with your generation… breakups and such happen. But…” Uma chuckled humorlessly, shaking her head. “Do you know he never told me what happened between you two? He simply said that you had your reasons and then bottled it up.”


Ananya remained quiet, unable to say anything. She could see the sheen of angry tears in Uma’s eyes, the pain of her son felt as her own.


It was what she had seen in her own mother’s eyes as well. The worry, the fear, the overwhelming need to protect her.


Her mother’s choices were mirrored in the fierceness in Uma’s words, laying a shield over her son.


“Raj loved you, Ananya.” She finished quietly, her jaw tightening. “Don’t take him for granted.”


There was a tense pause as Ananya considered her words, biting back the overwhelming urge to defend herself.


She’s only protecting her son.


She reminded herself, a strange calm settling over her as she inhaled deeply and met the older woman’s piercing gaze directly.


“I understand.” She said softly. Uma nodded stiffly and Ananya picked up her mug, her strides long as she walked out of the kitchen. Hot tears stung the back of her eyes, embarrassment, guilt and indignation melding into one. She wrapped her arms around herself, focusing on the ground as she walked up to her room.


She stumbled into a warm body at the top of the stairs, long fingers wrapping around her upper arm to steady her. She muttered an apology, trying to twist her hand out of his grip but he held on. She looked up to snap at him but her words died on her lips.


She felt her cheeks heat in embarrassment, as he regarded her for a moment that felt longer than it was.


His jaw tightened for a moment before his hand loosened on her upper arm and she pulled herself free, practically running the short distance to her room.


It was clear from his expression that he had heard everything.

Song: Man on a Wire

Artist: The Script

Note: And that’s where I leave you for today! I hope you enjoyed this chapter — please let me know what you thought of it. As always, follow buttons are on the right and if you find that you aren’t getting notifications, try unfollowing and refollowing the blog. Alternatively, you can follow me on Twitter at @chotidesi.

Love always,


44 thoughts on “Chapter Eighteen: Man on a Wire

  1. Oh man rollercoaster​ of emotions These two they are really not sure what they want from each other right?their heads in the game but the heart..It’s just not ready to let go.
    This song is so apt,The Script❤

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  2. This chapter actually leaves me speechless n teary to

    Why why so away when so much love sigh

    Wht if we lock them in a room … kuch tu paka hoga 🤔
    Pls talk pls fight argue curse each other whatever talk real talk

    Wonderful chapter

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  3. You are back!!! What an awesome chapter!. It is not just about Raj and Ananya is it? Some much collateral damage to a break up! Where is all this going will they ever be able to Begin Again!

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  4. What an update dear…!!
    The transformation of emotions…
    The way they are trying to bring out the indifference yet showing that care they have..!!
    Raj’s mother is right in her place but hey that did hurt yar…
    I think its high time someone stands up for Ananyaa.. She is guilty enough and i really felt bad the way Raj and others are reacting…
    I know they are hurt but i feel for her too… whatever she did… she din do it willingly…
    itz too much of anguish for her…
    Alas ..
    i loved the way u wrote this one specially dear…
    loved it..
    plz continuee soon…
    much love😘😘😘😘

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  5. Lovely chapter choti – varied emotions – well delivered to us
    you have very rightly said that it’s just not about two people in a relationship – others close to them tooo count –
    Very well written chapter choti
    Thank you for your efforts

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  6. I feel really sorry for anya.. Yes she did a mistake n she is living in guilt…but she doesn’t need to be reminded of that especially wen she was here for the same person..
    Both Uma n Raj shud have thought before saying something to anya..raj isn’t a kid anymore as his mom said, he can choose to be away instead of relying on her support.
    I really want Anya to leave their place ASAP..
    Beautiful update

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  7. Ok now i have my eyes welled up😢

    Such a beautiful update..
    Cant blame anyone here.. all hav their own reasons n thy r not wrong atall..

    Feeling Pity towards Anu here..

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  8. I found Arnav sort of daft, ya he is all anxy about his dad but Anu is here only by default. He reached out to her and then he feels why he has to share or tell ….. being anxious is one thing but that does not seem to be the only reason for him to be snappy towards a ‘trying to he helpful Anya’.

    Well, being a protective mother myself i see no way to stop looking out for my child in most matters much to their chagrin. They probably goes hand in hand both; try as might I find it very difficult to stay away from my daughter’s life 😛

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    1. I find that a lot of people tend to take out their frustrations on those they care about because they know they won’t leave them — he’s worried and upset, and those emotions often manifest themselves in unpleasant ways :/

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  9. Oh dear.. that was really harsh..though it was right .. ohh there is no right or wrong… All are right and still wrong from other person’s point of view…
    So much anguish.. so much pain.. you understand what a breakup does to people a d their families.. it’s not just between two people… Especially when the relationship is like these two had…

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  10. I loved the update.

    The talk between Raj & Ananya is heart touching. Its clear that they still love each other but I dont know what is taking this long to confess their feelings……

    Last time, Ananya wanted to be out of this relationship. So this time, it will be fair, if she takes first step & confides in him, that yes she loves him & wants to be with him forever.

    Uma is one dignified lady. She loves her son & wants to protect him from heart break once again because she knows that her son loves Ananya truly still.

    Hope so Ananya will immediately think through & give their relation a final chance:

    (orchids8888 from IF)

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  11. This is so heartbreaking 😭Poor Ananya

    When’ll her guilt trip stop when will people stop with the accusations and condemned looks

    Can someone give her a break

    Raj is getting on my nerves

    True Anya walked away what was Raj doing ??? He allowed her to walk off and then now acting like he’s the only one wounded 😡😑

    Stop the whining dude and deal with life life sucks at times stop playing the victim card and give the girl a break

    Seriously it’s time she flushes the crap down enough of hearing all the verbal jabs😤

    Sorry dear for the rant 😁 Tired of seeing Anaya getting all the blame

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  12. a very beautiful chapter M! reestablishing any relationship after break-up is very hard.. and even harder if you still have the feelings for the person.. you did a fabulous job of depicting these feelings. very apt.. lovee it..

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  13. It’s been a while since I’ve found myself with tears in my eyes. I’m right there today. Anguish is usually sharp and acidic but it rarely feels as pungent and poignant as it is portrayed here.

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  14. Awesome update M!!! Cannot blame Raj or Ananya it just happened so that Raj is broken a little more than her I think. Uma is right in her place being a Mom your kids are always right lol!!!

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  15. sometimes we forget what comes with a broken relationship
    the pain, the memories
    just looking at them, a part of me wishes they should end up together and part of me wonders if things would ever become right
    the trust, the comfort
    its not easy to just fall back
    anyways beautiful update
    can’t wait to

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  16. Another beautiful chapter….. your writing is flawless, so smooth that I never realise how big or small they are, only realise coming to the end of it and wishing for more, brilliantly written with all those emotions. May be just the push they need, Uma might be blunt but she is a mother, Anya did a great job in understanding just that and not being harsh with Uma, I really hope they will move forward and give them another chance soon. Anjali is sweet and her husband even more caring and understanding, Anya feels like intruder at the moment but I am sure that will change soon. I respect Raj for keeping it with him – no one, not a single person in the family knows why Anya and he broke up, that says a lot about him, Anya should really appreciate and perhaps take the first step towards the new beginning!

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  17. Another beautiful emotional update:)
    Anu here really tries ..yet she had to face the effects of her past action,unfortunately which can’t be one can’t be blamed here..i appreciate her attempts to comfort him..even sometimes we had a urge to comfort strangers by seeing their distress..she loved him and still can she watch it? Uma is a mother..she just wanted to see her son happy..she knew his feelings for Anu and afraid that he again get hurt..Anu is hurting too,he aware of it..all are dealing with the pain..when will it end?will Anu take first steps to cross this bridge

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  18. Amongst all guilt, anger and pain, there is a deep bonding between them that help them understand what each of them are going through….that help them to support the other one in the time of need….
    But, there is complexities as well…there is family…there is guilt and there is anger….if only they do something about it…but i guess with Uma’s word, Ananya has to do something…either cut herself off from him or make amends for whatever has gone wrong…
    You guys, make up already…

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  19. It always nice to be able to read a handful of chapters at once to the see the progression in the story, along with the flawless writing that keeps you marvelouslly hooked.

    At times they take that step forward giving me hope that this is it, then a few steps back causing me to shake my head. Someone needs to sit them down, and make them talk, really talk. I volunteer to play the shrink in this situtation! Words that come out of spite, anger, tend to hurt. Though those same words can jolt you to either step up, or worse, close yourself up.

    I hope they come to realize what they mean to each other to express that out loud, soon… very soon Meeraji 😉 This time the heart and mind need to be in sync… make it happen, ya?

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  20. Amazing update.
    I know that Raj’s mother wants the best for him and that technically Ananya left him but I wish they knew her perspective. It’s painful and so awful when one can’t even defend oneself. Because what can she say? That she chose her mother?
    Going to his house is appearing to be a really bad idea.
    Raj must have really loved ananya if he justified her actions and refused to shed light on what happened even when she left him.
    I am feeling so many emotions and understanding the everyone’s point of view at the same time. I’m unable to decide who’s side I am on and I feel everyone is right in their own place. Which is what I think you intended it to be. A situation where everyone is right yet they’re wrong. Where one can’t decide which side to choose.
    Very well written! Can’t wait for the next update .

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  21. what an anguish to go through? i feel so bad for both of them. They are both are still in love and chemistry is still there…hope they find a way to to come out of this mess. excellent update and beautifully written. cant wait for more.


  22. Very beautifully written..every emotion has such depth and meaningful. Each character is so close to reality. You can just drown in the emotions and feel the pang in your heart.


  23. My heart went out to Khushi here … whatever happened between them to cause the breakup those three years back seems to be haunting her at every stage now … but his mother is absolutely right too in telling her that relationships should not always be taken for granted as she could see very clearly that they still have feelings for each other …


  24. They r in such a soup! Both are emotional and the charged atmosphere would have been too much to handle if uninterrupted. They have so much more to sort out and the underlying chemistry is just complicating it.

    Its nice to see her almost slipping into a place in his household, tho the stern reminders from a concerned mother prick, its something they need to accept i guess.

    Superb chapter Meena, u had me wrapped in your words! I have inlaws coming for a brief stay and i cant put my Tab down 😛


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