Dear lovely people,
Hope you are all doing fine. My wishes and love for all of you đđđ
I am posting this update late because I was logged out of my WordPress account and couldn’t login by any means. The password was correct and every other step was fine, but I think, there was a technical glitch. I tried until late at night but when I couldn’t, I slept. Doing it now.
Secondly, I haven’t replied to anyone on last part as I have a tight schedule these days. I am shifting from one city to another. Shifting both my clinic and home. So, it takes a lot of my time. For several reasons like these, Spark & Spice is delayed too. I had informed earlier but still people are messaging me and asking me about it. So, to reiterate again, I will announce the next release date of Spark and Spice soon.
Thirdly, this update is a long one, around the size of two updates đ As I said that I am packing and shifting. So, I’ll be in a new city on Monday. So, I won’t be updating. Next update will now be on Next Thursday.
Take care,
Lots of love đ¤đ¤đĽ°đĽ°
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Anshuman reached the specified hotel and inquired about Manasvi.
As it was around 11:30 pm already, he was not sure if she had slept already or if the hotel
employees will tell him about her.
But he couldnât wait until morning. He had to see her right then. Right at that moment.
However, since she didnât have her phone with her, it was going to be difficult.
As expected, the staff refuse to share the details as she was a single woman and was
travelling with a group of journalists. It was a safety issue for the hotel to take care of. They
told him that they couldnât share the details of guests staying with them.
Anshuman clicked his tongue and tapped his fingers at the reception desk. Patience being his
strongest virtue, once, the growing fuzziness in his heart was something difficult to deal with
at this moment.
He had never felt like this before – Before Manasvi, that is.
Ever since she had come close to him, in the past few months, the frequent rise and fall of
weird queasy feelings inside his chest had become an everyday thing for him. And now, that
she was hardly a few steps away from him, his patience was being tested to its limits. He
didnât know how ⌠but he had to meet her.
âOkay, you canât tell me about her. I understand. But can you do me a favour, please? Can
you tell âherâ that Anshuman is here to meet her?â He asked, hopefully.
âSorry, sir! Itâs 11:30 pm. We canât disturb guests at this hour of the night. There are no
instructions from her that she is expecting you.â
âNo, she is not expecting me. She doesnât know. She doesnât have her phone with her.â
Anshuman didnât know how else to convince the hotel staff to tell him about Manasvi. The
guy simply shrugged refusing to comply. Anshuman took a deep breath, distress spreading on
his face very clearly, and growing gradually with every moment.
While he was constantly urging the receptionist to help him, another guy from the staff came
inside the lobby and tried to understand the issue. Then he said to Anshuman, âSir, one of the
female reporters from The Insight is in the backyards. Iâm coming from there. She is there
outside near the private beach of the hotel. You can go and talk to her. I think she might be
Ms. Manasvi Rathore. If not, you can ask her to help you. Because we are officially unable to
do anything.â
Anshuman sighed in relief and thanked him before rushing towards the beach area. He
decided to request the reporter to help him connect to Manasvi or Krish, if she was someone
else from The Insight.
But deep inside his heart, he knew that she was Manasvi.
She had to be Manasvi. A very strong hunch told him.
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Krish had sensed that Manasvi was feeling low so he tried to cheer her up and cracked a few
jokes too. But Manasvi remained distracted. Her eyes on the ocean, hands folded on her lap,
and mind lost in nothingness. She tried to appear cordial, listened to Krish, even smiled on
his jokes but was largely disinterested in any conversation.
âYou donât seem to be listening to me⌠I just cracked a joke,â Krish said.
âHmm?â Manasvi was jolted out of her thoughts. She had been observing the moonlight
tearing through the darkness of the night sky, reflecting off the waves in the ocean in ripples.
Immediately, she was apologetic, âIâm so sorry, Krish! I might have laughed, didnât I?â
He smirked, âYou are so lost, you know. I was telling about my dead grandma. Are you sure
you laughed?â
Manasvi glared at him angrily. âAre you pulling my leg?â
Krish rolled his eyes, âNo! You are pulling my leg. I came all the way to share the joy of my
gracious company with you. But someone is not even paying attention to me.â
Manasvi shrugged, citing helplessness. She was clearly not interested.
Krish said, âI guess you prefer staying alone. So, why am I hitting my head with a wall? Iâll
go and sleep instead of wasting time, here.â
Manasvi grinned. She had formed a warm bond with Krish in all these months of working
together. They could now say anything to each other without being offended or upset. They
knew what the other wanted and how they felt. This mutual respect of space was the best
thing about them. She didnât need to pretend anymore that she wanted to be alone, without
offending him. And he could tell her that he wanted to go to sleep instead of wasting time
with her. Maybe thatâs how best friends are, Manasvi thought.
She felt blessed for having a friend like Krish in her life.
Krish smiled, âYou are laughing. Great! So, will you be fine if I leave you alone here?â
âIâll be glad.â Manasvi said, relieved.
Krish stood up, âAlright! I wonât waste more of your time. Good night. And try to sleep
early. We have to be there in the seminar on time in the morning.â
âI will.â She assured him.
Krish left her at the private beach of the hotel located on the backside. It was a long, clean
stretch of beach â the sand and the ocean â with no interference from the outside world.
Usually, it was busy during early morning and evening hours, flooded by the residents of the
hotel. At night, it became empty and deserted as guests retired to sleep after a tiring day.
Lined by chairs and recliners at a distant interval, the entire stretch had poles at a regular
intervals, illuminating the space in soft yellow glow from the lamps from the poles. Yet
retaining its darkness, solitude, and calmness intact.
Manasvi had loved the ambience immediately. Since it was a private area and safely manned
by guards at the entry and exit, she had decided to spend some time here. She couldnât sleep.
There was so much running around in her mind. And she was restless today.
Too restless for an average day. Maybe because she didnât have her phone, she wondered.
Krish turned around before leaving the area and called from behind, âSure, you donât want to
come?â
Manasvi didnât reply to him and simply nodded to refuse.
Anshuman couldnât believe his luck when he saw Krish leaving the beach area entering the
corridor and taking the first turn to the left towards his room. Krish didnât notice him and left
the corridor in a jiffy. Anshuman took quick steps towards him but first decided to go
towards the backside of the hotel instead of following Krish.
At the end of the corridor there was a wide space that opened towards the beach. He stood on
the concrete floor five steps above the sand, spreading outwards from there, towards the
beach and merging with water far off, glowing yellow in the light from the lamps. The cool
breeze from the ocean touched his face when he scanned the area to search for the girl he had
come for.
She was sitting far, on one of the chairs immersed in darkness, facing the ocean. Silently.
Calmly.
Anshuman could feel his heartbeat rising every second as he took slow steps towards
Manasvi. He had waited for almost an eternity to meet her, to see her, to be with her. And
now that she was here, he didnât know what to say or do.
Will she be pleased to see me? Will she be annoyed? Disappointed?
Does she hate me? Has she moved on? It has been 5 long months. We havenât been in touch.
She might have been hating me for sending her away, and moving to Scotland, as I had told
her.
Was she really getting married to Krish? His mother had said so clearly that they were
together and had agreed to the marriage. Is that why Krish was with her so late at night?
Nah! They work together. And they are covering the event together. It isnât big deal to sit and
talk in such a peaceful ambience. It neednât be love.
But didnât his mother say that they have both agreed for marriage and taking a holiday at
Goa? Why do I hope for her to be waiting for me after 5 months without any hope of meeting
again, when I clearly told her that I donât want to see her again? These might have been 5
long months of pure torture when she must have cursed me for every waking moment for
deserting her and leaving her alone.
Whatâs wrong if she decides to build a future for her?
I will accept it if she says it herself and will leave her alone. Iâll see her once, talk to her for
the last time if she has taken a decision and will not trouble her. But I canât leave without
talking to her.
He took a deep breath and kept walking on the sand. Manasvi was focused on the waves
splashing on the wet sand when she heard footsteps behind her. Krish had just left and she
thought he had come back to convince her to go to sleep early. She turned around and stood
up, to say, âKrish, pleaseâŚâ
But she couldnât continue further. For her voice was stuck in her throat as her breaths were
caught in her chest. She could neither speak nor breathe. She wasnât sure if her heart was
beating correctly. Her eyes were flared and her brain nearly frozen. No thoughts. No words.
No feelings for a moment. Nothing.
Was it a dream?
Was he Anshuman? Here? Right before her? Had she started hallucinating? Was she such a
nutcase that she had started visualizing him around her?
When he moved closer, she noticed a deep forlorn look in his eyes â a look that she couldnât
have missed in any case â a look of longing. A distinct sparkle in his eyes, as he reached near
her. A subtle smile on seeing her. Pressing of lips, revealing how he was unable to hold his
emotions.
He was indeed there! Shocked out of her wits, she stood rooted to the ground. Awestruck and
dumbfounded.
So, he was free after all. A deep pang hit her when it appeared that he was free all this while
but didnât care to meet her or talk to her, while she was pining for him every single moment.
She hadnât heard anything in news that he was being released by the govt. of Pakistan. Nor
did anyone from Shekhawat family, Madhu or Preksha talked to her about him.
Was he really in Scotland, like he had said? Of course! That is what he had said. And since
Madhu and Preksha didnât know about it, he was true in saying that he wanted to go away
from his past, or anything that reminded him of his older days.
Then why was he here today? To get the divorce papers that she hadnât sent until now?
Manasvi could feel her heart sinking when she realized that though they had never been
together even for once in these eight years of their marriage, it was painful on another level to
be divorced and not remain connected to him in anyway.
It was too difficult to handle. Still, she was more than happy that he was free, and not in any
jail because of her. That was enough of a consolation for her to be happy for him.
Anshuman was right before her by this time, looking at her as if she was the center of his
Universe. As if nothing mattered to him more than her. His look confused her. Why was he
looking at her like this? She wondered. If he was here for divorce papers, why his eyes spoke
of something completely opposite. As if they had been searching for her since eternity.
He looked drained, exhausted, and devastated. His lips were dried. And his hair, slightly
grown, were dry and ruffled. He didnât look fresh. He looked as if he hadnât slept well in
agesâŚ
OrâŚin 5 months??? She speculated and hated the inference. She hated to believe what she
was thinking could be true. She hated that he didnât look like he was coming from Scotland.
He looked as if he had lost almost 10 kgs weight, had been sad for long that his smile was
forced, looked distressed, and grossly tanned.
God!! Was he in Pakistan, all this while???
Bitterness spread inside her mouth, burning her throat, and stabbing her heart. She
desperately hoped that it wasnât true. She would never forgive herself if she had believed his
lie and come back from Afghanistan leaving him behind to rot in a Pak jail.
âHey!â he awkwardly removed his small backpack from his shoulder to put it down,
on the sand. Ecstatic on seeing her before him, yet not really sure what he should say to her.
âHiâŚâ She nervously stammered, awkward herself, âYou⌠you areâŚâ
He wished he could pull her close to him and hug her tightly for a long, long time,
but his hands fiddled at the strap of the bag he had been holding.
He shrugged, âI tried to call you so many times. But your phone was unreachable. Youâve left it at Krishâs home.â
She wished she could slip inside the realm of his arms, to hold him forever, and break down
to cry for the entire night. But she nodded, and replied in a low murmur, âI know! I dropped
it in a rush. But who told you?â
âI called Krish⌠his mom picked up the phone and said that you were hereâŚâ Anshuman
said.
Manasvi was quiet after this. She was definitely thrilled to see him breathing free space in his motherland,
though both of them had paid a heavy price for this. She was fooled big time.
She folded her hands across her chest, getting angry and upset. She had crestfallen in her own eyes
and she didnât know if she could redeem herself ever again.
It was unbearable to believe that she had failed him.
But⌠Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he was indeed in Scotland and happy without her.
Suddenly, the prospect of him being away and content without her seemed more perfect and
calming than the thought of him stuck in a jail in Pakistan because of her while she had
comfortably left him to his turmoil. It was becoming painfully agonizing.
âAnshuman, who helped you cross the border?â She asked directly. She was a journalist and
very smart at her work. She had been through all channels between the three countries. She
knew that if there was no loud noise of his release, he had crossed the border illegally. So,
she took a chance of asking straight.
If he was in Scotland, he would tell her straightaway that he was coming from there. Or else
he will be telling the truth impulsively.
This time, he was less cautious. Less than her. He didnât realise when impulsively, he replied,
âJunaid Khan and his team.â
She stammered, âDidnât you say that … you are going to Scotland… and asked me to leave you
and forget you? You lied to me?â
Anshuman huffed and left his bag, resting his hands on his waist this time, turning around for
fresh air. Of course, he wasnât going to lie to her. He had already decided on the way here that he was going to tell
her the truth. But the way she had caught him suddenly, left him with no words to defend
himself.
He sighed, âListen, ManasviâŚâ
She squeezed her eyes narrow and spoke in a sudden explosive, fiery burst of words,
snapping at him, angrily, and dejectedly. So fiercely that he was taken aback.
âWho do you think you are? A saint?? And who I am?? A charity case?? That whenever you
feel like, you will stand tall and bury me under your favours and sacrifices?â
âListenâŚIâmâŚâ He started speaking, fumbling with words, shocked at the way she fired at
him. He was certainly not expecting this from her. He had expected her to be upset and sad,
maybe for a while, and he had hoped to pacify her. But she was far from pacification.
She spat fire in her words, âDr. Anshuman Shekhawat, I canât begin to tell you how I hate
myself at this moment. All because of you. I have fallen in my own eyes. So easily, I believed
you! All my life, I respected you, almost worshipped you, prayed for you because of
everything you did for me, hoping that someday⌠maybe someday, Iâll get a chance to be useful to you.
And once⌠just once⌠in my life, I got an opportunity to do something for you, but I
let it slip away? I will neither forgive you for this nor myself⌠Goddd!!! Iâm feeling so so so
lowâŚand so angry on youâŚâ
He walked ahead and held her arms, right below her shoulders, and lowering slightly to her
level, he said, âSit down calmly, and think, why I did that. I had no other optionâŚâ
Tears strained her cheeks, as she removed his hands from her shoulders by inching away
from him and shrugging off, frowning in pain, âYeah, I know. Such a weak damsel-in-
distress, you think, I am. I could have done nothing for you. I would have fallen in some
trouble because I donât know how to manage myself. You thought I was hopeless and weak.
And I always need you to save me at a crucial moment. Who I am? Nobody.â
He left a deep breath, and spoke seriously, âIâve never thought about you like that.â
âOf course, you did. That is why you lied to me. You didn’t want me to do anything for you
because you never believed that I could pull it off. And look at me, I accepted it and proved to
be the baby you thought I was. Someone speaks a lie and I believe every word of it, to come
back to India and start living my life. Great!!! Do you even know how cheap I feel at this time?? No,
you canât. At least you could have allowed me the satisfaction of trying to do something. No.
You are too full of yourself to even allow someone to help you.â
He sighed deeply. Her anger was justified. And she had every right to lose her cool at his
moment. Her anger at being left clueless about him had overridden her happiness that he was
finally free.
But he was not angry. He loved this side of Manasvi. On normal days, she had been this docile,
simple girl, who hardly ever spoke much before him. She was always in awe of him, just as
he was. Their mutual respect, admiration, and acceptance of each other had lived its life, long
back. They had stayed at a decent distance from each other, staying reasonably nice to each
other.
But today, the way she fought with him was one step ahead in their relationship. She had
accused him, complained, and was so angry at being sidelined, the way close ones do.
The way she had never been before. This was not the same Manasvi he had met a year ago, at Prekshaâs engagement,
or in Afghanistan, or even few months ago, when he was captured.
This Manasvi was very angry because he had excluded her from his life. And he loved how
she was fighting with him because she wasnât a part of his efforts for survival and release. He
loved her blames, and claims. Everything.
He calmly sat down on the chair and rested his leg on his other leg, and looked at her as if
waiting for her to finish. She spread her hands in air, standing before him, deeply mystified.
She was flabbergasted at how he had tricked her and was still so nonchalant about it.
For him – it was a right moment to ask about Krish, he thought. Already they were fighting. A
bit more wonât harm.
Though he knew, by now, about what her reply would be. If she would have been marrying Krish, she
couldnât be fighting with him ferociously. Her eyes, her words, her demeanour said that
she was not even thinking about anyone else. Not today. Not anytime, in the past.
Still, conversations and discussions were better than assumptions, he believed.
While she was still chiding him about how he had been so mean to her to push her away and
thus drowning her in a guilty feeling that she will never be able to overcome for her entire
life, he asked in one straight tone.
âAre you getting married to Krish?â
âWhat!!!!â She stopped speaking, gasped, and nodded vigorously, âWhere did that come
from?â
âKrishâs mom said that.â He replied honestly, âWhen I called her to ask about Krish and you,
she said thatâŚâ
Manasvi was speechless for a moment. Then she frowned, clearly annoyed at the question.
She said, in a composed but teary voice, âDr. Shekhawat, I donât think you remember or even care about it
but I am already married. Not divorced, yet. I donât wear my heart on my sleeve to be so desperate
to marry a colleague I consider a good friend.â
He couldnât hide his smile at her reply. He had to press his lips hard in order to avoid
annoying her more. But she was angrier than before. It was hard for her to believe that she
was talking to Anshuman like this. The man she had practically revered and loved, all her
life. But he deserved it. For making her look like a fool, not once but twice. So, he thought
that after he pushed her away asking her to forget him, she had chosen Krish as a life partner.
And why couldnât she? Why was he expecting her to wait for him, when he himself had cut
her off in times of trouble?
And why had he come back? When even in future, for all the tough times ahead, he was
going to suffer alone, leaving her in a prison of her guilt?
Disturbed, nearly trembling, she sat down on a chair near him, and in a deeply pained,
saddened voice, she said, âIâm glad that you are safe and free. Trust me, Iâm relieved. But
I feel guilty for every smile I had in last 5 months, every breath of free air, I breathed, every
morsel of food I had, every work I finished without any problem, once again, because of
you⌠and how useless, I have been to youâŚâ
He hesitatingly stretched his hand and touched his fingers over her hand and when she didnât
push him away, he traced the edge of her finger before holding her hand firmly in his hands.
Slowly, he said, âDonât torture yourself with this thought. You havenât been useless. Youâve
kept me stress-free because you were living your life. I was not worried about you. Thanks
for agreeing to leave Afghanistan.â
âBut maybe Lizâs husband could have helped. Maybe I would have found some other source
to reach you and help you? Why did I just let you be on your own?? How could I do that?
What if, God forbid, you hadnât met someone like Junaid Khan? You would have been jailed
for years. How did I forget that you went there because of me,â She sobbed softly, with a
whisper, âI donât know how to deal with this pain.â
He smiled sadly, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb, and replied over a choking
throat, âGive yourself some time⌠and please forgive me.â
More tears dropped down her cheeks.
âForgiving you will be easy. But how will I forgive myself?â
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Lovely episode M !! Hope they talk and sort everything.đ¤
Appreciate you updating amidst your busy schedule.
Hope all is well at your end, since shifting cities.
Coming to the story, finally the moment has come and they have met. Loved Manasviâs outburst and how Anshuman was enjoying riling her up. Hoping to have more of their conversations and finally their confessions. Our wait is finally over.
Di u will be missing the old place, ur morning walk with ur friends( peacock) . I know it’s hard to change to different place but I think u are used to this. I wish that ur new place is as beautiful as the previous one.. It must be hectic, please take rest and take care â¤
Pyaari Didi â¤ď¸
Thank you sooo much â¤ď¸
Most awaited chapter…
Mene ek hi line ko na jaane kitni baar padha hai…
All emotions…
Mansavi words..
Anshuman ki vo smile…
These all …..
Mere hotho pe lambi si smile thi or aankhon mein dherrr sare aansuon…
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Me darr bhi rahi thi ki kahi kahii Anshuman ne Krish or Manasvi ko ek saath dekh liya to tooo fir…..
Lakin didi me such batau mujhe aap pe vishwas thaa…
Apni manita Didi pe vishwas thaa…
Apni writer didi pe vishwas thaa…
How long this story came …
In Every chapter ,every scene ,every dilouge and with every emotion you just nailed it …
I feel so sooo proud and happy on myself đđđđ
That I have you đź
Dil se #dhersarapyaar…đđ
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Orr yeh kya me to puri mehnat se jaipur aane ki tyaari me lag gae thii …
Or aap …
Jaipur or me aapko bahut miss karenge …
Baki agar aap Delhi aaO kabhi to bata dena …
Kyoki
aap se milne ki tamanna hai…đśđľ
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Honestly
Didi don’t worry about the next chapter this time, take your own time kyoki hum yahi repeat me padhne wale hai …
Thank you for everything âĽď¸
Stay safe and healthy..đ
Lovely.. Bunch of emotions in a few minutes… Ohh God … You are magician..
And here I was thinking that they would run into each other’s arms after meeting each other and they are saying Hey!..Hi! You here? đđđđđđ
Crazy people. Though they wanted to, but the awkwardness in their relationship doesn’t let them do it. I really hope that wards off soon.âş
Finally….my ⤠is releived!!! Mansavi and Anshuman finally meet each other.
When will they tell each other that how much they love the other???
Manasavi is right at behaviour, fighting with Anshuman, and how she reacts to the question on her marrying krishđđđ
It’s better for Anshuman to see this side of Manasavi as well. I loved it when she fought with him for himself âşâş
Hopefully, they would have a better journey now.
I wonder, where are they going to spend their night now? On the beach?đ đ
Thank you di…for this joyous updateâ¤đŤ
And take care of yourself. I know it’s a daunting task to shift from one city to other. Take your time and update next when relaxed!!! We will waitđđ¤
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Really loved ur way of writing dii
Most awaiting moment is finally here they finally met yayyđđâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸
I thought ek hug to hoga but i forgot they are Anshuman and Mansavi they will fight firstđđ
But Manasvi is right she will be in pain for a long time thinking he was there in jail because of her:(
She wonât be able to forgive herselfđ¤§
And he shouldnât have asked directly if she is getting married to krish i mean koi aur way me puch sakta tha wođ¤Śđťââď¸đshe got angry like anythingđ
But now that they have met i m sure he will work hard on her forgivenessđ¤§
So excited for the further storyđ
My wish to see her pissed at him fulfilled! đđâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸. I was expecting that she will be mad at herself that she was all fine for the past 5 months when he was stuck in jail. And as expected, she is angry and disappointed that she fell for his lies. The last line damn! you sure know how to stir the hearts of your readers Manita! The last line was everything! It has so many powerful emotions associated with it.
Your each and every chapter is better than the previous ones, always has been!
Absolutely loved the chapter! Its only light, shine, happiness and love from here on. Yes, there are some. hiccups and hurdles. But ManAn will get thru those too!
Oh and take care and have a safe moving! I know how hard it is to move houses. And I can imagine how harder it will both move both house and clinic. Hope you are having all the help needed.
Good Luck and Take Care! All the best for the new home and clinic and of course new city!
Finally! My heart is at peace on seeing them like this….. together…I hope they both get the love they deserve from each other
Along with ManAn, our heartbeat was also beating so fast â¤đ the way she noticed him, his lips to his hair, his weight to his tired face and like always she reads his eyes well ⤠all credits to ur writing which made everything so real and I could literally see everything happening in front of me like a movie đđ amazing , amazing writing diđđ
Manasvi was shocked and it was expected reaction! Like anshman , we all went awww seeing her angry. It’s always spl to have someone who complains and fights with u and someone with whom u can be YOURSELF. Glad that my babies finally started to express openlyđđ they always do but this is like next step and I love this progress đ
Much awaited moment is here â¤đ finally they both met đđđanshman’s restlessness and the way he was desperate to meet her , loved it â¤â¤anshman boiiii, u should have hugged and wished her happy hug day đâ¤đđ¤Śââď¸ hahah just kidding đ
Part 64 – Anshuman looked in peace. How much restless was he when hotel admins refused to divulge any details about Manasvi He was smiling after long time. He was happy seeing her went out her anger on him. It proved that she still belonged to him.
Wow…he just hit sixer with his question about her marriage with Krish. He got exact response what he thought. Smart boy.
She felt guilty for not helping him. But I am sure that he will find out ways to mollify her. She will be calm once this flood of emotions subsides. Yes, agreed that she was opposite of what she always portey in front of others. We actually let our extreme emotions out in open in front of close people only.
I loved this update. I am excited to know what will happen next bet them. But have to wait for next Thursday.
All the best for shifting. Where are you relocating, btw.
Loved it.
I was so happy when I read that at least Krish wasn’t there with Manasvi and therefore there won’t be any more misunderstandings. Thank god they behaved as mature adults and talked it out. Although there is more to come, they have to talk about a lot of things.
Best of luck and take care as you are gonna do shifting. â¤ď¸
Should I shed happy tears to see them together or sad teard to see Manasvi so guilty
Oh my goodness….happy moments are on the way I believe!!!
Wonderful update di..
Most awaited movement have finally happened. That poor soul is blaming herself for his condition awwwwwww how love is it…just wow. đđđ
Finally they are together….loved itâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Oh poor manasvi , She is blaming everything on her. What a girl is she ??? I hope they get their happiness!!!! Both have been craving for love and togetherness ……