Thursday 22 April 2021

True Love overcomes all hurdles, will it this time?

Hello, this April I am weaving a Romantic thriller where Aaradhya is waiting for her love Shamit, who has vanished seven years ago. The story is being narrated by their best friend Riya. In case you missed the earlier chapters of this timeless love saga, 'I Live To Love you', you can read them here, chapter1, Chapter2Chapter3Chapter4,  Chapter5, Chapter6Chapter7, Chapter8  Chapter9, Chapter10Chapter11Chapter12


“Oh, Sweetheart! You are such a noble soul that you won’t allow sadness to creep in even in fiction. I assure you I will wait until a happy ending occurs to me no matter how long I will have to wait for that.”

Aaradhya promised Shamit, very honestly.

“Thank you, my princess. I have been itching to paint too for a while now. My strokes are too impatient to touch and caress the canvas. I want to paint a series this time and in my painting exhibition, we can launch your book. It will be a perfect amalgamation of our creative outflow exactly like our love. If you wish I can also paint a cover for your book too.”

Exclaimed Shamit interweaving their dreams and their bodies tightly. That night they kept talking until late and didn’t realize when they dozed off. 

The next morn they woke up to the melodious chirping of birds in the forest and serene cool breeze. Their breakfast table was laid outdoors.

It was Sharu’s fourth birthday and she was playing with her Daida, that’s what she called Shamit who was evidently her most favorite person on earth. He had always pampered his tiny princess to the core always. She was wearing a pink pullover, a pink cap, and a tiny denim skirt and looked truly adorable. She loved everything pink back then.

“Daida! Chipssss!”

The little cute bun demanded and she and Shamit joined me, Aaru, and Adarsh on the breakfast table. Sharu was once again smeared with kisses and birthday wishes from everyone. Adarsh has got the lawn beautifully decorated in pink too,  to make our little doll’s birthday special. He indeed loved kids a lot. He was a changed man in the past few months and has been extremely kind to me too. 

It truly was a beautiful morn and in a while, we will commence our jungle safari. Adarsh and Shamit were the most excited ones while I am Aaru were the more relaxing kinds but they dragged us with them and little Sharu was so mesmerized to see the wildlife. We all were drop dead tired by the evening and after cake-cutting and dinner directly crawled in our beds. Shamit and Adarsh had planned a long early morn trek the next day while we three girls planned to soak in the sun and enjoy the natural beauty near the resort.

We all were up early the next day and I saw Shamit kissing Aaru and the tiny tot goodbye before he joined Adarsh for the trek. They had been confident enough that they didn’t require a guide though they were taking the most treacherous route. As they left, Aaru and me, sat back sipping herbal tea which tasted all the more divine in such a pristine environment. Sharu played around us dropping picking colored pebbles.

When the boys hadn’t returned until the afternoon we felt worried. Their Nokia mobiles were not reachable, of course, we couldn’t expect connectivity in the jungles. In the resort itself, it was negligible. Aaru thought they would have lost the way and decided to wait that they will somehow manage to find their day back. By 3 p.m. she was restless though. We contacted the resort manager and requested him to help.

He too got worried and immediately set out his most experienced employee in search of the two. 


Everyone, thanks for dropping by, this is my sixth consecutive #BlogchatterA2Z as well as global #AtoZchallenge, and this year I am weaving a very special fiction, a romantic thriller which shall unfold as you read this series. I will so look forward to your feedback, please do let me know how are you finding it, in all earnestly. In case you wish to check out what I wrote in the previous 5 challenges here are the links 201620172018 2019, and 2020

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