[Michealking]

Everyone, I have an announcement of extraordinary importance: Harry has apparently relinquished his earthly residence and established himself on Venus. Naturally, his interpretation of “the next 24 hours” bears little resemblance to ours. He will therefore publish the next instalment according to his own celestial timetable. Until then, keep your fingers crossed—and perhaps your calendars open!
Forgive me, Harry—that was an atrocious joke, but the temptation was irresistible.
In all seriousness, you inhabit a creative plane far above the ordinary. Your storytelling is exquisite: every scene is rendered with meticulous attention to detail, and every emotion is portrayed with remarkable sensitivity. You do not merely describe your characters; you illuminate their inner worlds, allowing us to experience their conflicts, vulnerabilities, and affections as though they were our own.
Accessing this website from where I live is not straightforward; I have to use a VPN. Yet, ever since discovering your story, I have returned faithfully. That alone should convey how compelling your work has become to me. What makes it exceptional is not merely the narrative itself, but the lucidity of your thinking and the patience with which you address readers’ doubts. With every paragraph and every explanation, you deepen our admiration—not only for the story, but also for the mind behind it.
Your defence of Sonarika was particularly compelling: the distinction you drew between a mind that misleads her and a soul that remains untainted makes it possible to believe in her essential innocence. Nevertheless, I find it difficult to envisage her eventual union with Hemant. His love has possessed an almost sacred quality throughout the narrative; we have felt its depth and devotion repeatedly. Her love for him, however, has not been equally discernible to me, apart from the tenderness she shows when she embraces him after his nightmares.
I worry that her destiny may ultimately unfold in accordance with the pujari’s words, but such a resolution could prove deeply painful for both Karan and Hemant. I hope you find a resolution that honours her emotional journey without diminishing theirs.
On a decidedly less philosophical note, Sonarika appears to have established three rather unconventional prerequisites for recognising that she is in love:
She must slap the gentleman in question.
She must utter the “L-word” while fully conscious.
She must grant him access through the rather exclusive “rear entrance.”
Until all three conditions are fulfilled, apparently, the declaration of love remains pending!
Harry, I am eagerly awaiting the next instalment. Every episode ends with the same delicious torment as Baahubali: The Beginning—leaving us suspended between admiration and exasperation, haunted by that immortal question:
“Kattappa ne Baahubali ko kyun maara?”