SS: III-8D: And Shatters When What It Never Had Is Lost

 

Anita wasn’t exactly asleep. She was wafting in and out of consciousness and going through the motions of her first – and last – she promised herself grimly as her stomach moved it’s acids in yet another sickening churn – hangover.

The sound of window blinds being swept up – with unnecessary briskness – jolted her into complete and painful wakefulness.

She felt her mattress sink and her Di’s face come into focus above her. She looked vastly concerned and faintly disapproving. As counterintuitive as it felt, something about her expression reminded her of none other than their Mama – who, luckily for her – was nowhere in sight and neither was Daddy.

“Here”, Khushi said, holding out three pills on her stretched palm, “Take these with juice. They will help with the nausea, the headache, the heartburn and the rest of the fun”.

Propping herself up gingerly, Anita ignored the sarcasm and accepted the medicines. After washing them down with a gulp of apple juice, she glanced at Khushi’s face and tried, without much success – to make light of the situation. “How come you know so much about hangovers, Di?, she began lamely, “I thought you were practically a teetotaler”.

“And who did you think you were last night?, Khushi countered, “A frat boy living it up?

Anita flushed shamefacedly and looked away, but despite the hollowness in her heart, she couldn’t bite back a giggle.

After a long drawn out moment of silence, they both turned and spoke – earnestly – at the same time.

“Di”.

“Anu”

Anita gestured with a sigh for Khushi to go first.

“Anu”, Khushi reached for her hand and clasped it in hers, “Don’t think I’m judging you but I thought we both agreed it was dumb to get drunk – if at all – in public places, that too in the company of someone you’ve known for a very short time”.

Without any sort of forewarning, Anita’s felt her throat clench painfully.

“I know. It was dumb”, she managed somehow to be immediately encompassed in a tight hug. And before she knew it, she – who had always believed tears to be self indulgent and weak – found herself surrendering to them the second time in the span of twenty four odd hours.

“Shh. It’s okay”, Khushi whispered, hugging her close, stroking and combing with her fingers her notoriously crazy bed head down, “We’re all dumb sometimes…And nobody knows it better than me”.

“I’m just worried about you, Choti”, she cried after a moment’s pause, “Worried and confused. What’s going on with you? With you and Arian. With Aman?

“I don’t know”, Anita replied in between silent muffled sobs, her heart invaded by snatches of memories that were as painful now as they were sublime.

“What do you mean I don’t know?

“There is nothing to be worried about”, she gathered herself together after a minute, “Arian is a wonderful friend I feel I’ve known all my life. And Aman…you already know about our history. We decided to be together and to take it slowly. One step at a time”.

Khushi made what sounded like a disparaging sound but didn’t say anything at first.

After sometime, she said, “Anu, like I always wanted to tell you, what you need to do right now is to gain clarity by stepping back from your so called relationship with Aman. For crying out loud, you’re only twenty two, barely out of high school. At your age, I was either studying my butt off or weaving dreams around celebrity crushes or fictional character lovers”.

“What does my relationship with Aman have to do my getting drunk?

“You know exactly what I’m talking about”, Khushi frowned at her, “Ar..

With her heart flipping, Anita jumped to change the subject, lest she be forced to face what she didn’t yet have the right mind frame for. With a silent desperate plea in her eyes, she interrupted, “

“You’re thinking too much, Di. And I think I’m old enough to decide what I want from life”..

“Ok, fine, accepted. Then talk to me. Tell me what’s bothering you”, Khushi’s voice was uncharacteristically unrelenting.

With her fingers twisting into her comforter, she looked down at them as she spoke, “I will. Just not yet. Because…because even if I began speaking, I wouldn’t know what to say”. Her voice sounded so bleak to her own ears that she cleared her throat and looked up as she added in a brisker tone, “I think I need time. I need time to think, to sort myself and my life out”.

Khushi’s eyes were assessing as she stared back at her and Anita averted her gaze nervously as if afraid of what she might find hidden there.

“Ok. Fair enough”, Khushi sighed after a while, “But listen up missy”, she added sternly, “Two months from now…is all you’re going to get to get yourself sorted out”.

“Or else?”, Anita grinned at her.

“You’ll see”, Khushi replied ominously before returning her smile.

Her beautiful hazel eyes softened and she said with a catch in her voice, “And of course, you’ll remember that I’m just a phone call away”.
Even as Anita’s heart constricted to remind just how much their separation affected her, she grinned wider to tease her sister with an absolutely horrible rendition of a current popular song.

“I’m only one call away. I’ll be there to save the day. Superwoman got nothing on me. I’m only one call away”.

Instead of getting amused or even irritated however, she just sighed, shook her head, and said her name thrice, softly, with love glistening from her steady eyes. She looked so softly beautiful, so lambent from inside out, that Anita couldn’t help thinking – not for the first time – just how lucky Arnav was to inspire her devotion, her infinite capability for love.

“Di, I’m so sorry about last night. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you”, she said in an anguished voice as thinking about Arnav led to memories of his opening the door for her last night, “What must Arnav bhai think of me? I can’t even remember why I called him and not you to open the door. I’m so stupid…

“He didn’t think anything”, Khushi said, and added with a chuckle, “He was a lot concerned and a little bit surprised. You should have seen his face when he woke me with the news that my little sister was home drunk and that he’d helped her up the stairs with utmost discreetness. And you did call me first. I was asleep so Arnav got it for me”.

Anita groaned with renewed embarrassment. With her cheeks burning, she raised her head to meet her sister’s eyes questioningly.

“Don’t worry”, Khushi said kindly but with an amused glint in her eyes, “No one else knows. And of course, our lips are sealed. What happens around the Raizadas stays with the Raizadas..

“Stop”, Anita giggled, feeling a lot relieved and then lunged to hug Khushi – her anchor in choppy seas – again.

“Thank you”, she said gruffly and just as fresh tears threatened, Khushi pushed her away from her. “What’s with you and tears, Anu?

“Hey”, Anita said indignantly, “You stole my line. And just so we’re clear, compared to you, I almost never cry”.

“You almost never cried”, Khushi said with a smile mysterious enough to rival her husband’s , “I hope you noted the emphasis on the past tense”.

“I don’t know what you mean”, Anita said looking away, raking her wild hair together into a make shift bun.

“Anu”, Khushi began but Arnav Bhai’s voice from the other side of the door saved her from the interrogation she wasn’t yet prepared for – not even from her own heart.

His voice sound slightly panicked. “Khushi, the oven’s timer was beeping and I turned if off. Do you want me to take whatever’s in there out or leave it in? And there’s something boiling on the stove top. Also, do you want me to make the salad now?

Exchanging a superior womanly smile with Anita, Khushi said, “It’s ok, Arnav. Relax. I’ll be down in a minute. This is precisely the reason why sous chefs should be put in charge of the kitchen more often. And you can come in. Anita is up”.

Even as Anita motioned that she wasn’t prepared to face Arnav yet, the door swung open and the man himself sauntered into the room with what appeared to be forced impassivity, his eyes flickering with amusement.

Anita colored as she met his eyes and groaned loudly. “This is so embarrassing”.

“Don’t worry about it”, Arnav chuckled as he came to a halt behind his wife and crossed his arms, “For a drunk person, you were pretty polite and well behaved”.

Even as her shoulders sagged with relief and she vowed internally to never ever get drunk again – not anywhere within a million miles radius of family anyway – Arnav added, “For most parts, anyway”.

“What do you mean for most parts?, she asked with dread seeping into her voice again.

“I mean”, Arnav said in a tone which made it difficult to decide if he was serious or just messing with her, “You poured your heart out to me…

“Poured my heart out?, she cried, sitting up straighter, “What do you mean? What did I say? Tell me. Wait, don’t tell me”.

“Make up your mind, Anita”, Arnav laughed out loud even as Khushi rose to face him.

“You scorpio you”, she poked at his shirt, “You’re just getting back at her for tricking you into making that trip to Africa, aren’t you?, she said with a smile… “And we’d better go down now and check on that turkey before it gets shrunk into a sparrow”.

“Are you, Arnav bhai?, Anita asked, looking to him for reassurance with puppy eyes and wishing with all her heart that her Di was right and that she hadn’t – horror of horrors – ‘poured her heart out’ to Arnav bhai last night.

“Maybe”, he said with a purely wicked wink even as Khushi dragged him out of the room with her.

“You’re evil”, she said, throwing a small cushion at his receding back, “You don’t deserve my sister”. Which made him – and Khushi – laugh even harder.
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Anita had wanted to bake a cheese cake and a pie for thanksgiving dinner but not only there wasn’t enough time, but she found herself singularly lacking in enthusiasm. As she pottered around the kitchen, absently putting together an easy fruit trifle and mixing brownie batter from a box, a couple of unexpected tears sprang into her eyes and plopped into the batter.

Both Astha aunty and her parents showered her with attention, commenting often on how weak she looked, which she later learned owed itself to the fact that to explain her absence at breakfast, Khushi had announced – with totally unnecessary medical detail, in her opinion – that she was down with stomach flu and was up all night with seven episodes of watery diarrhea and six odd episodes of bilious vomiting.

“Go drink some water and rest”, her mother said, taking the whisk from her, “I can do the rest. Also, I’m going to make some khichdi for you. You should give your stomach some rest today”.

Much as she always looked forward to a traditional thanksgiving feast, she couldn’t care less toady. The way she felt, she mused later morosely, stepping onto the patio with a bottle of water in hand, somebody could put her on an all khichdi diet for the rest of her life and she wouldn’t care.

Sinking into a wicker chair and tucking her legs under her, Anita gripped her phone tightly in one hand, her breathing sounding unnaturally loud to her own years. It was late afternoon and she gazed at the tantalizing glimpses of distant sand and surf that tree branches shifted by occasional gusts of wind offered. Sometimes a sliver of silver, sometimes a patch of aquamarine. Somehow the vague memories that had been flitting in and out of her mind all day became a part of them. Their fingers intertwined. His arm pulling her close…and then closer. The torturous feather light caresses of his breath, his face, his lips on her hair, on her ear, on her neck. She remembered wishing she – they -could stay like that forever but telling him to stop instead.

Taking a swig from her water bottle, Anita loosened the grip on her phone and raised it closer.

There was a long text from Aman, charmingly begging her pardon for his long absence, and promising – with deliberate mysteriousness – that he’d make up to her when she returned on Saturday.

Eagerly waiting for you, my sweet Anu.
Love,
Aman

 

She was staring at the screen, reading the message again and again, and disturbed by her complex response to it when Arian’s single word text popped up.

 

Hey”.

Hey”, she typed back after a moment’s hesitation.

Have you been put under a lifetime 5:30 curfew?

No”, she typed with a smile, every fiber of her being seeping with gratitude at his attempt to keep things light, easy and on familiar footing, between them.


“No, I’m fine. Apparently, only Arnav and Khushi were up when I staggered through the door and they were pretty chill about it”.


“We didn’t even have dinner, forget about meaningful conversation”.

“I’m sorry”.

“Well, I guess, meaningless conversation and throwing up on empty stomachs has it’s own charm”.

“You’re hilarious”.

“You should’ve watched yourself yesterday”.

“Arrrgh. Don’t remind me. When are you leaving for Chicago? Tomorrow, right?

“I have a 9:45 flight tonight”.

The world around her seemed to grow absolutely silent and all she could hear was the sound of her own breathing. Her heart squeezed all it’s blood before settling into a loud dull beat.

Tonight?

“Yeah”

Anita swallowed and looked up at those swaying branches again, her heart filled with trepidation and conflict, her mind trying to make sense of the chaos her inner universe seemed to have degraded into.

“Do you want to meet up before I leave?, his text came after she typed, erased, retyped several responses but couldn’t bring herself to send them to him.

Where?

“I’m running on the beach right now…burning calories to make space for the food tsunami that is to follow. If you start walking toward my house, I should run into you soon”.
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To fortify herself for the dessert free khichdi dinner that awaited, Anita snuck out of the house with four still warm brownies in a paper bag.

She hurried across the backyard and rushed down the ramp, squinting her eyes against the shimmer of silver and the glare of a metallic blue sky. She wore white capris and a sleeveless blue and white shirt and after some deliberation, she kicked her flip flops off and stepped onto the warm sand barefooted. As her toes sank into the silken depth, she wiggled them at length. It felt therapeutic.

The breeze was strong as ever, whipping her hair wildly with every gust and as she walked alongside the froth edged waves slowly, the blood rushing through her veins was louder than the ocean.

She saw him in the far distance, approaching her rapidly in rhythmic, graceful strides, a T shirt clinging to his chest, his shorts exposing taut sinewy legs.

Her first instinct was to turn and flee for her dear life. But it was too late because in just a minute, he was facing her, smelling of sun warmed spice and something intrinsically male, his breaths escaping through parted lips.

They walked together to a nearby bench and lowered themselves on it. It reminded Anita of Diwali night and the moment when they’d first come face to face to each other. Was that just two days back? It seemed like it happened an eon ago.

They sat in silence, the palm tree shadows lengthening on the sand, the sun arching closer to the horizon and the surrounding air becoming thicker with tension.

“We’re leaving tomorrow”, Anita said finally, “back to the grind”

She half turned toward him as if expecting him to reply in kind but he didn’t look at her, his eyes, brilliant blue at the skies overhead, focused on the waves ahead.

More minutes ticked away in silence before she tried again, “I hope I do better in LSAT in December”.

Again, there was no response, except he turned to meet her eyes briefly, something in their candid depths reminding her of all she was trying to ignore and avoid.

Flushing, she looked away quickly but it wasn’t long before her innate stubbornness kicked in and she said in a deliberately cheerful voice, “I think I forgot to compliment you on your singling last night….

“Oh for God’s Sake, stop. Just stop, Anita”. His voice erupted with the suddenness of a whiplash and caused her to halt in mid sentence.

“Let’s talk about us”, he said, his eyes glittering with suppressed anger “let’s talk about you and me. I know it’s just as much on your mind as it’s on my mind”.

Something snapped inside Anita with all her pent up misery flowing out as words in a shaking voice.

Rising to her feet with her short nails digging into her palms, she said, “There is no us. Tell me, Arian, did I ever led you to believe there was, did if ever led you to believe that I wanted to take our friendship forward – to turn it into something more than friendship. And if unintentionally I did, I’m sorry. I’m really really sorry, Arian, because you are a dear friend, you mean a lot to me but but…that was never my intention”.

After she finishing speaking, she realized she was panting, her chest heaving like she’d been running a mile.

She surveyed Arian’s face to gauge his response but his steady eyes, unblinkingly trained on her, were indecipherable.

And when he suddenly rose to his feet with the agility of a predator, she stepped back instinctively, her heartbeats sounding loud and wild in her ears.

It stopped beating altogether when he snaked an arm around her waist and tugged her close.

Her eyes leapt up to his face and it was like she was looking at a different person – his face a frozen mask, his eyes frozen steel.

“Do you love Aman?, he asked, his jaw taut, a vein leaping up on his right temple.

Thrown by the directness of his question, she tore her eyes away from his and nodded in reply.

The pressure on her waist increased as he tugged her closer roughly.

“Not like this”, he said, his voice rising a little.

“Look into my eyes”, he demanded, “and use words dammit”.

Incensed by his tone, Anita whipped her head around to meet his eyes again. “Yes, I do”, she said angrily, “Yes, I love Aman”.

Their eyes clashed before he released her with a suddenness that made her almost lose her balance.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he turned to stare at the waves, watching their ebb and flow as a flock of seagulls screeched overhead.

After a while, he turned to her again. With a smile that didn’t quite reach his beautiful eyes, he shrugged and said, “Well, I guess, that’s that then”.

“Arian…”, she began, her heart suddenly an object with jagged edges and sharp corners inside her chest. Her legs felt like jelly, like any moment now she would be brought to her knees on the soft sand underneath.

He raised a hand. “Don’t worry about it”. With his eyes flickering with undefined emotion, he added, “Have a safe trip back home, it was nice knowing you”.

She watched in disbelief as he turned and began to walk away from her. “That’s it. Is it really the end?”, her heart screamed, watching his receding back, dying bit by bit as she watched him go but unable to stop him.

With her throat throbbing with pain, she shouted after him. “Arian!. Hope you have a wonderful life”, she said, realizing how stupid and inadequate her words sounded despite their sincerity.

He paused and turned to look back over his shoulder. His features seemed to soften momentarily as he said, “You too, Jasmine”.

 

 

A/N: With this, Part III comes to and end. Would love to have your feedback as it’s the biggest motivator for me 🙂

Will be back with Part IV soon, will keep you posted. I need to gather my thoughts together so I might take a short break before returning to it 🙂

Looking forward to you thoughts.

Love always,
Jenny.

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283 thoughts on “SS: III-8D: And Shatters When What It Never Had Is Lost

  1. It’s good that she realized whom she loved. She is young and maybe not yet time to settle down. As khushi said at that age she was busy studying. There’s always a time for everything in life.

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  2. Beautiful chapter Jen, you have just wonderfully drawn the turmoil between Arian and Anita. Arian is sure about his love but Anita doesn’t explore it yet. I am looking forward to follow their beautiful journey, along with,of course our favorite Arnav and Khushi.

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  3. Abrupt end 😟

    Anita is clearly confused . Why did Arian even confront her suddenly ? They were in good terms 😐

    Arian wanted something more than friendship . Secretly Anu wished the same . Only Aman’s exit will help these two .

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  4. Oh Jen, exactly what I was fearing happened.

    Is it an “Alvida” for Arian and Anita?? I hope not. I hope this separation does not last very long.

    Khushi was right. Anita needs to introspect about what she feels and what she wants.
    Her studies, her future, her love – almost every aspect in her life she needs to think and rethink.

    Forget that she is committed to Aman or that she feels she knows and loves Arian like from eternity.
    Anita surely needs to take control of her life and her heart.

    Today I am even more pissed off with Aman. What is wrong with this man? One can say Anita is still young and she is still inexperienced. But his guy is 30 or even more, he has already loved once and has been rejected, he has dated few other women, and now while is fantasizing kissing Mira, he sends a love message to Anita.
    More than Anita, it is Aman who needs to introspect his life.

    The conversation between Arnav and Anita was very sweet to read. Loved how Arnav tried to ease the situation and bring humor seeing how distressed Anita was.

    Waiting to see Arnav and Khushi as parents.

    Thanks Jen for another beautiful update.

    Have a nice summer and please be back soon.

    The songs you have shared are lovely and one more from my side:

    Chupke se kahin
    Dheeme paao se
    Jane kis tarah Kis Ghadi
    Aaghe badh gaye
    Humse raahon mein
    Per tum toh the yahin
    Kuch bhi na suna
    Kab ka tha gila
    Kaise kehdiya Alvida

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    1. Oh realised did not write anything about Arian.
      Sigh… I just feel the pain he must be going through. How unfortunate that you find one person who touched the chords of your heart like never before (by anyone else) and then they slip away like the sand between your fingers.
      I am weeping for him Jen.

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          1. Yes you have! 😆😘
            Rose cardamom latte served at Cafe Grumpy!! 😆😂
            Nope! Is this cafe in “big apple” ?
            The rose latte reminds me of lyrics of a crazy song and even crazier dance moves from an Alia Bhatt movie… 😉😂
            “Gulabo..zara itr gira do..”

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            1. Yes. Chelsea. Grumpy me and grumpy cafe 😂 If ever in the neighbourhood check it out..Got a small outdoor space at the back. Surprises in nyc. 😀
              I can only see the moves 🤣🤣🤣 you have a khazana of songs.

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                  1. My Latino Zumba instructor played “mauja hi mauja” last week (first Bollywood song ever) and the mostly white class pulled some ahh-mazing moves! 😁

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    2. Cana, yeh gaanaaaaaaaaaa….

      “Tumse Hai Khafa, Hum Naaraaz Hai, Dil Hai Pareshaan
      Socha Na Suna Tune Kyun Bhala Keh Diya Alvida Alvida
      Koi Puchhe Toh Zara, Kya Socha Aur Kaha Alvida”

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                    1. As of now Mr J only 🙃 I’m more into ships now than the individuals comprising the ships. Before Mr J, it was a different story altogether and I was a notoriously polyamorous (and fickle) fan girl! From my first ever crush who was a fictional character (Gilbert Blythe) to Richard Armitage in North and South, Salman Khan in MPK, SRK in Swades, Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy & Mr. Darcy in general, Edward Cullen (Yes, I had a brief Twilight phase too🤣) David Beckham, Ryan Gosling in Crazy Stupid Love, Chris Pine as Capt. Kirk, Rhett Butler, Atticus Finch, Roger Federer, Rock Hudson, Gregory Peck, Dev Anand, Alex Turner, Bono, Chris Evans since Before You Go (I was never a MCU fan) etc etc etc 😂

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                    2. Jenny, your thought process gives me hopes. I too have so many crushes, especially on fictional characters.

                      However. I remember that moment, when i looked into Chris Evans eyes, I fell in love.

                      I love Eugene fitzherbert from Tangled. He is my ultimate dream man.

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                    3. Also, i think we all had a brief twilight phase. But, as i grew up, I realised The vampire diaries made so much sense. I liked that TV series too. Ian Somerhalder is hot as f….

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          1. You should watch “Contact” movie but only if you are a fan of movies like Interstellar, as Contact is also a Sci-Fi movie.
            Hritik used to look like a Greek God especially in Dhoom 2. His dancing also is too good.
            Now his movies are just bad.

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            1. Sahi mein Kavi… Dhoom 2 mein he looked ahhhmazing…
              Hritik se ek he problem hai mujhe – he doesn’t do many movies.
              He was great in Agneepath. Bang-bang was candy-floss but fun. He was handsome in that movie too… I love the picturization of ‘Meharbaan.’

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            2. ya, I like sci-fi to some extent. I get scared easily. Meri phati bahut hai… I remember the time I was scared of Jaadu…. from Koi Mil Gaya..

              Interstellar’s theme to some extent was a lil scary.. But, I liked that movie.

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  5. Awww…. arnav & anu share such a beautiful bond. Love how arnav shields her like an older brother would… khushi and anita… what can I say. Such a sweet sister- friend bond. Beautiful
    Hope arian and anita will figure things out soon…

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  6. And Anita just broke my heart. I love her chemistry with Arian and I despise her confusion. I have been rooting for then so hard ever since the day they met. Oh Anu, please please don’t put yourself through this torture, you deserve better!

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  7. Chalo we now have an ‘all or nothing” situation. A bit drastic but hopefully this jerk Anita to do some serious thinking about her love life . I wonder if she really said something to Arnav and that will come into play later. I wish Arian had kissed her on the beach and ps I am hating this Aman character day by day!

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  8. This was killer Di…!!
    I never liked them both together in the beginning and now when I have seen them together… their friendship and growth their feelings… specially Arian.. I don’t want them to end this…
    I have grown fond of them both…they looks right..!!
    Sigh… I can’t wait to see what happens next….Loved it

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  9. Don’t know where u start bcoz I loved each and every part .I enjoyed arnav and anu conversation and their equation,😊 loved this sister’s bonding,😊 finally Arian direct questions ,anus confusion hope she sort things before it too late. My heart goes to both anu and
    Arian😊 thanks dear for this wonderful update👌👍💐

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  10. It was high time, unfortunately. Anu needed to be pushed to make up her mind as it isn’t fair to any of them. Not her, not Aman and definitely not Arian.

    I’m really hopeful because I think this “distance”, of sorts, will finally put everything into perspective for her. For starters, maybe she’ll realize that she is more emotionally intimate with Arian than she is with Aman?

    And you know what, I’m really proud of Arian for standing up for himself in this situation. If she doesn’t want to pursue what she feels for him, but he does, and it’s hurting both of them, then taking a step back is for the best.

    So yeah, Anu get your sh*t together, please and thank you ✌️

    Yours sincerely,
    A Concerned Friend 😔

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  11. Amazing update 😀
    Anita and Arian story can’t be one like this yaar…
    Can’t wait to read more… what is installed for Mira-Aman-Anita-Arian 😮 Arnav-Khushi-Baby 😮

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  12. Jen, will you post a note on Monday with a sneak peek into Part IV, and give us an approx date of when you will resume the final leg of Silver Sands? 😊

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  13. Anita seems to be pursuing the ‘idea of love’. A crush responds and her mind is so predisposed to him being her perfect love that when the possibility of another love, albeit one that she never saw coming with its flaws and difference, stands before her, she doesn’t know how to react.

    Aman is dragging an emotion that he doesn’t truly feel. He’s drawn to another person yet he clings on the ‘undefined’ status of love that Anita and he have created. It’s frustrating more so because Aman as a character has known love before, at least a version of it. Isn’t he doing to Anita what Khushi did (although Kushi was honest to him at all times)?Anita and he have had that time to analyse their feelings towards each other. Yet they are running around in circles. It’s as forced as trying to fit a square into a round box.

    Arian is the only one reacting honestly to what he feels. Reminds me of a line from Monsoon Wedding: “Only brave warriors fall off their horses in battle. What do kneeling cowards know of a fall?”

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  14. Jo hota hai acche ke liye hota hai.. waiting for next meeting of Arian-Anita.. they will meet as they have to meet.. Aman-Anita na the na honge.. aman toh mira ka hai.. Khushi have said very clearly.. Anita should concentrate on her studies.. Arnav was superb.. evil.. loved the light moments between Anita and her favourite couple her di-jijaji ArShi.. it was amazing journey till here.. looking forward to next path which Anita will take.. as it will make things clear for her whether it is aman or Arian for her..

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      1. I am glad you thought soo.
        It’s just that the story is about to end, and then you might put it out, so before that I think i should catch up on it once again.

        It’s a beautiful tale.

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  15. Awesome part
    Loved the talk between the sisters
    She loves Arian no doubt about it but first of all she needs to find out her feelings as wells as her so-called relationship with Aman…..
    So, they parted aways…….hopefully, Anita is going to gather her thoughts and find out where she stands in Aman’s life…
    Can’t wait for more
    Thanks a lot Jenny 🙂

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  16. Beautifully written & Melancholic update as we reach the end of it!!

    Love the Protective Elder sister. Khushi has always been there for Anitha, wish she would open up to Khushi and get to the bottom of her dilemma . The Bond Arnav & Anitha share is touching & awesome. Khushi and Arnav understand Anu’s feelings and are trying to give her the space for her to not mess her life.

    The Good part is Anitha has realized her love for Arian but sad part is refuses to acknowledge it. Does she not read in between the lines of Aman’s message. Some how it seems Aman is having Anitha as a girl friend to keep himself sane.

    Arian hoped after their night out that Anitha would acknowledge that she loves him, he is truly heart broken that she refuses to accept her feelings for him. Hope they keep in touch and it does not take them years to get back together.

    Will Anitha find a different Aman when she returns back home.

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  17. Aww, this was soon sad, Jenny! Sorry I was away and I am finally reading this update. They both are heart broken and when will Anita realize Aman is not the one! she is fighting hard for him…Poor Arian! My heart goes out for them.

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  18. Hi Jen, as always another amazing chapter. Beautifully written hangover morning. I’m jealous of Anita. How luckuy she is to have a sister like Khushi who is there to protect, spoil and to bring some sense to her.
    Love Arnav’s teasing her about ladt night. Those two (Arnav and Khushi) make a lovely couple in all sense. Hope they attain all the blessings in life.
    What a pathetic message from Aman after ignoring Anita completely. He is not worth avsecond thought and Im happy Anita didn’t have the urge to reply back soon.
    Arian was in a rush to make sure Anita is his. But he should know it’s not easy for her to accept so easily. Thats our culture to stick to one.
    So sad to know he gave her the ultimatum. Hope she will miss him like nothing. And when she meets Aman she will realise Aman doesvnot stir the same emotions as Arian and that’s when she will break this relatioship.
    Am i jumping the gun?

    You deserve a long vation. Take yor time come back and continue this story.

    I beg you please do not stop writing. I will miss your writing more than anything.

    Have acsafe and restful break.

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  19. Oh dammit Jenny! Why are they so stubborn ? The backdrop to their confrontation scene was excellent! The waves and the shore and the tumultuous emotions! Khushi is a lovely sis! Lovely bonding and backing up by them

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  20. I think she just said it as a reflex. She thinks she should love Aman. But the drift between them is there and widening. Both will have to face it soon.

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  21. Now that things are out in open Anita has to acknowledge her feelings. She is trying to ignore her feeling thinking she is betraying Aman. Poor Anita, can’t wait for her to come out of this difficult situation.

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  22. Let Anita study harder…
    She will have a plenty of time to think about Aman n Arian…

    Arshi’s life is still to be explored…
    N my main interest lies there only..

    Though Anu is LOVE..

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