Faded- Suvan Story (Epilogue Page 21) - Page 8

Originally posted by: Cherrydreamsxx

She said yes to Vikram 😕

I hope Bassi plays the cupid and brings Suvan together. Waiting for the next part ❤️

Faded#10



The worst part of being in love was to lose the ability to picture yourself alone. You would close your eyes, and they would just settle in the frame seamlessly as if your existence was a vacuum without them.

Shravan opened up the new bottle of brandy he had gifted himself. His morals were an all-time low, and Suman Tiwari would take applause for doing it single-handedly. She had pulled him out of the strong protective shell he had made around himself, and had left him bare in the middle of a hurricane. He opened up the bottle, which fit snuggly around his fingers. He could feel her palm pressed across them, still. In both cases, he was intoxicated.

'I was so so damn wrong about her. She is such a bloody disease.....' he drank an ounce of liquor in one breath. 'Holy hell, what was she thinking? Yesterday night, she saw me as if nothing could please her more in this world. And now she goes on to marry that a**hole. She again played her part Shravan, you better stay away.' he screamed, his throat burning of anything but hate. Today he wasn't able to hate her. There was something so powerful in her touch. That with every blink he could feel the texture of her skin against his soul, the light of her blush- the taste of her collar bone.

'SHITT!' he smashed the vase kept beside him. He could feel tears streaming down, his eyes and body tired of holding a whirlpool of whatever it had felt in a few days. Deny it or not, when Bassi had come early in the dawn, Shravan had barely pulled up his wits together, but he somewhere knew that whatever his friend said was heavy words of truth. He so wanted to believe them, to come out of this ocean of sorrow. All this had happened because of the touch of love he had experienced with all his guards down. His first mistake- to let her come too close than it was safe. To let her announce that she found him endearing, that she loved him and not that bloody Vikram. She had so so clearly said that Vikram wasn't the guy she wanted to marry. Then what had changed in one night? A night, he would have cut his right arm to live through, 7 years ago. It was some awful joke, of a teenage imagination. But to him, it was the unraveling of deep-buried emotions. For him, it had turned the tide.

But for Suman Tiwari, things changed in the twilight, how could he forget that?

So he just concentrated on finishing up the rest of his bottle.

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Bassi was so sure that something wasn't right with Vikram getting engaged to Suman. The frequency with what Suman spent with Shravan was nothing when compared to him. He had barely seen him around the Cantt. A few luncheons couldn't defy the ability to eat a bullet for the other. The ability to hide them under your shell to let yourself get tarnished but not them. He had seen it so clear in his mate's eyes. There was fire and smoke. There was something so different than what he had known Shravan off as if a new person taking birth.

So he took on his shoulders to find out something more about his school mate Vikram Raichand, who wasn't what it seemed to be. Maybe a direct conversation was better.

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Suman stared at the box of sweets, Shravan had gifted her. 'Congratulations!' his every word sprinkled with a stretched grin, as if she had just announced that she was pregnant with his child. At this, she laughed, and then, maybe cried.

For some reason, the box of sweets was much dearer to her than that flashy engagement ring she had accepted just for Shravan. Funny, how Suman Tiwari works. She wondered if she would remain this impulsive bullhead all her life, that if Shravan was right?

Doing what she thinks is right, without thinking about what others would like to say in the matter.

Her phone buzzed and she regretted her another minute on earth. 'Vikram!' she faked enthusiasm.

'To not beat around the bush much, Suman' Vikram's voice hit cold on the receiver 'would you like to discuss some marriage plans.' he spoke business, smelled of it rather.

'Let my Aunt arrange a ceremony, I hope your parents..' before Suman could complete her plans of a sober social engagement she was cut unethically by him.

'My parents are back in the US. They would hardly have the time to reach for a small- tie-up? you understand?' He seemed such a put off that Suman wanted to bark a sodd off into his head, but she bore it.

See what you did to me Shravan.

'You don't want to let people know that you are engaged to me. Is it the matter?' She asked with sincerity. She could hardly decipher the jovial guy who had turned shades greyer in a day.

'You take me so wrong, Miss Raichand' his voice was warm again for all the wrong reasons, plus, Suman felt like cringing on his nickname for her. ' How can I say a no to you, like ever?' With this and a few minute-long conversations, Suman felt like getting relieved of a burden.

She opened up the sweet box and took one in hand. She looked at it as if her dear life weighed on its existence. 'Congratulations to you too Major Malhotra!' she exclaimed as she chewed, and found that sweets could be bitter as well.

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Bassi bragged through Shravan's apartment. 'MALHOTRA!' he screamed out of his wits.

'Where are the terrorists?' Shravan came downstairs, sporting a lemonade. Morning blues.

'He is a bloody imposter!!!' Bassi could barely stand so he jumped and shook Shravan's shoulders.

'Who?' Shravan still looked as if Bassi had again gone mad. He hardly took him seriously when they were away from the field. But his madness kept him alive as if blood thrusting his veins.

'Vikram Raichand.' Bassi announced and Shravan let his glass loose in his grip. There was a chill wind running down his spine, praying dearly that Suman was safe.

The next moment he heard the postmortem of Vikram's personality, that how he generally grabbed women at authority positions. That how his parents were not in the US but lived somewhere in Haryana. That how he had graduated from some tier 2 city contrary to his false riches.

The interesting thing and the reason he was approaching Suman was that he was fighting a case, actually defending an imposter company against the armed forces. He needed a tough ground to manipulate his case, and what better then begetting an Army Girl. So, the bait Suman Tiwari somehow was far from his reach. Shravan remembered her clearly announcing that she couldn't love him because, because.............. Anyways, that wasn't important to him now. But surely something odd had happened in one night, that made Suman fall trap to his honey.

'What are we waiting for?' Bassi held his breath.

'Where are my keys?' Shravan ran to get his car keys, and Bassi couldn't help but smile. Finally, they were on the right track.

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Suman fooled around her coffee maker when her doorbell made her jump. Her coffee was ready. She had given up on tea and rather preferred black coffee with no sugar, the best deal for her seemingly dull life.

She ran to open the door and found Vikram Raichand stand there with a bottle of peach wine. He smirked and entered her house without her greeting him back. She fiddled her brows in confusion at his hurry.

She would definitely tell him that she had an allergy from peach.
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Part 11, page 12

I love Bassi, he is bringing Shravan on the right track👏Thanks for updating so quick.

Awesome. Its becoming more interesting now

behena, tu na.... seriously amazing hain!!!! 👏

yaar... jaldi update kar please!! i really want to see Shravan bashing this Vikram guy up & SuVan reuniting..🤪

Yaar shravan come soon.. Awesome update dear

Great update...Eager to know what's coming next...

Originally posted by: Cherrydreamsxx

I love Bassi, he is bringing Shravan on the right track👏Thanks for updating so quick.

Originally posted by: SuVan_EDKV2

behena, tu na.... seriously amazing hain!!!! 👏

yaar... jaldi update kar please!! i really want to see Shravan bashing this Vikram guy up & SuVan reuniting..🤪

thanks behena!
updating!

Faded#11

It's absurd to go away from someone you carried in your heart like blood. It's like a circle, a full closed circuit, even if it leaves it is ought to come back again.

Suman noticed that everything Vikram did was absurd, nearly for the last ten minutes. His sentences were incomplete, he was running a marathon in his head. He talked about some engagement ceremony she was least interested in. 'Coffee?' Suman asked trying to figure out some new topic she could rely on. She couldn't have fathom talking about a ceremony she gave a damn about.

'Coffee?' Vikram was hysterical.
'I reckon its not poison.' Suman nodded her head in sincerity. What was up with this guy?
'No, not at all. I, I just had a mood of you know drinking...umm...' Vikram pointed towards the wine he had bought in.
'Its peach you know, and ...' Before Suman could complete, he had completely changed the topic.
'We will go with some coke. Is it fine? You know, just wanted to drink something cold. Ambala's heat.' Vikram chided and Suman understood.
'I'll bring it.' Suman walked towards the kitchen. Her house was small but was exactly her taste. She liked mahagony teapoy's kept almost at every lounger- wherever you could sit. Wooden wallpapers, creamish sofas, chocolate floor, and her vintage classic collection of litrary novels standing high and mighty. She had posted a coffee bean wallpaper all over her kitchen and she likes the smell of wood from the dining table she had antiquely designed.

'Here..' She took two glasses of cold drinks. She hated them, honestly. It was just sugar, soda- and blimey! they were awful.
'Do you have some bread? Garlic bread?' Vikram was awful with his choices or as Suman thought. More or so he was sweating.

As Suman went away to fulfill his other wish, Vikram slipped a bit of wine in both the glasses. Surprisingly or not, the wine bottle was used- opened instead. It wasn't a gift, but a plan. He had put on some sleeping pills. His plan sketched from making Suman Tiwari, fall unconscious in his arms so that he could put up a great show of something happening between them when she wakes up. Girls, you know, he thought were really weak in such cases. She would die to marry him, contrary to her present dubious behavior. And secondly, he could help himself with some information for his pending case.

'What's up in your work front, Vikram?' Suman slipped some cold drink oblivious of Vikram's plan.

'You know I am a defendant, I am up with some industries, fighting with the allegations against them.' Vikram smirked.

Suman shifted uncomfortably in her position, sparks of Devraj Malhotra burning in her memory.
'I reckon you believe the truth is with the prosecutor most of the time and defendants are some frauds, don't you?' Vikram laughed at her confusion.

'Not really. Rather I believe in the truth.' Suman felt herself smile. She slurped another sip of her soft drink.

'Oh, Mrs- to be Raichand' Vikram waited to see Suman's response to his address and he wasn't surprised by her annoyance 'There is nothing such as truth, in the courtroom. What you see is the only truth, nothing more and nothing less.'

Suman felt herself clenching her teeth and reconsidering her decision of marrying him.
'Don't go on the intricacies of my profession, Captain, it's not too bright. Anyways, do you really love me?' Vikram walked to her side and sat really close to her, something Suman strongly disapproved of. She shifted aside and made a point to maintain distance. She had started feeling itchy in her neck. Her heartbeat was increasing, not because of Vikram- she was sure.

'I don't think I can help you with that question.' Suman felt herself drifting. She wasn't really feeling good. She clasped her forehead. But with that Vikram had taken her cheeks by his palm. He looked straight into her eyes and she felt insanely driven by a weakness lurking over her body. 'Don't' she pushed him aside, but his grip was strong.

'Your eyes, why are you crying?' Vikram asked in his most dense voice, and Suman could hardly hear it. Her eyes streamed with water, she felt her mouth swelling, her tongue coming to rest.

She was suffering an anaphylactic shock. She was extremely sensitive to allergens.

'You foul mouth!' she afforded to speak through her tight situation ' You mixed that wine, didn't you?' She accused him, but Vikram was halfway in kissing her forcefully.

'Don't worry, I will remove its taste.' he mumbled on her lips, as she sat twisted and chained. So the only thing she could do was to ignore the itching all over her body, ignore the rashes all over her back- the tears in her eyes and the congestion of her breath and fight back. With all her remaining fight she punched him right in his eyes. She knocked his stomach and heard him whimper. Suman could barely stand, as she felt almost crying. She was trying hard to not faint. There was something she had never felt before in any of there attacks. She felt a sudden urge to sleep, her eyes were drooping unconscious.

At that point, she could hear Shravan screaming at the door. Maybe, he had ringed the bell as well, but she had turned selectively deaf she felt. Coming! Wait! she wanted to say but words dissolved on her lips. Don't go! Don't go! she mumbled on her lips, as she crawled like a snail on the wooden floor. It was such a small distance to cover.

Before she could reach, Vikram had gained his position. 'Stop! Suman!' he came for her, but it was too late. Karan Bassi and Shravan Malhotra had unhinged the door, scratched through it already. They were standing there in flesh and blood.

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'You bloody arse!!!!!!!!!!!!' Bassi almost took Vikram by his collar.

Suman lay on the floor losing her conscious, as Shravan picked her up. 'Suman! Wake up!' his voice shivered in uncertainty. He hadn't seen her in such a bad state. Swollen face, rashed body, running nose, and a fresh pack of tears. The white of her eyes was read and she struggled to breathe in his arms. 'Hey, darling..' Shravan couldn't help but sob in his throat. He could feel the lump of her helplessness in his arms. ' I am sorry.' he proceeded to kiss her forehead.

'What did you do with her!!!!!' Shravan screamed with all his might. He delicately juggled Suman's shoulders carrying her in his arms.

'Peach wine and sleeping pills.' Vikram had blood running through his nose, curtesy- Major Karan Bassi.

'You take Captain Tiwari to the hospital, and I shall take him to the Cantt.' Bassi assured a distraught Shravan who couldn't nod but run to his jeep.

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Suman straight smashed in the emergency as the anaphylactic shock had traveled deep in her body. The doctors hummed around her like bees around honey. Much to Shravan's relief, she had her nerves depressed due to the sleeping pills, which more or less worked for her condition.

He saw her sleeping figure through a glass. His hands trying to get past the texture of the thick glass separating them. He felt getting closer to her each passing second. Not to say that he was any less angry with her decision to go with a complete rascal, yet again stranding him in the middle of nowhere.

When he had carried her to the hospital it felt like driving through oceans and mountains together. She had robbed all his senses. It was his same maniac-self he had decided to dump seven years ago, which resurfaced in the oddest situations. He felt that nothing could stand the love for his country, but Suman Tiwari can. His eyes were seeing just her and the road, and he barely remembers going through the motions of car driving. It all throbbed down his sorry heart that had successfully betrayed the brain.

Late in the same night, when Suman was asleep, his mother had called her. Tearing his eyes away from her vigil he had listened to the wise words of the aged lady.

'No, you aren't losing focus.' His mother's voice was a chuckle. Strangely whenever he became restless, she was at peace. As if they transferred each other their energies.

'What is happening Ma, I wasn't like this, at all-- ' Shravan mumbled.

'Who told you that? You were always like this. Soft, careful, and what they say, protective? Weren't you? You literally ran away with Suman that day. You wanted to save her from the pain of separation, to get her away from all the accusatory glares, to prove her innocence. It was for her, it always has been.' His mother was on her toes to explain.

'Figuratively' Shravan looked at the waning face of Suman, which glowed for him, her breath was a life-saving tonic 'I should hate her.' the words bitter on his tongue.

'Actually, you don't. You never did. By the way, Suman came and met me, maybe 4 days ago. She spent almost a day, learned a few cooking tips. And of course, apologized' At this Shravan's eyes went nuts.

'You never told me.' Shravan accused.

'I couldn't break our pinky promise' She laughed. 'She is a sweet girl Shravan, need I tell you? After 7 years, I felt her pain. It's different, but no less traumatic, imagine losing both your parents at a young age. At least I was with you, Shravan, can you hear me?'

'I do Mamma, I do..' Shravan trailed low. He was digesting what his mother told him.

'You don't leave people, who, you have carried in your heart for so long. Don't ever. They would take away a piece with them- which could never grow back. Somethings are special, very special, and true love counts.' Kavita knew that she was speaking the absolute truth.

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