Hey all,

I was about to post on friday (as usual) but the something was wrong with the internet connection. But now i have posted, and hope you will enjoy.

The part 6 is be devided into 2/more parts. My classed has started so it is almost impossible for me to write big chapters. i believe you understand.

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The sun rays make them both stir at morning.

Arnav opened his eyes slowly and watched Khushi sleeping;  taking one hands under her cheeks, he felt the silky texture of her skin.

“Morning, beautiful!” Arnav whispered in her ear huskily.

“Morning…. Arnav ji…” Khushi clutched his arm, yawned and rubbed her sleepy eyes like a baby.

“You know you are so adorable?” Arnav looked at her half closed eyes.

“I do. (smiling) but tell me what are you doing here Arnav Ji?” Khushi used to calling his name adding with a’ji’ when she will sound cheeky… “You should not come here every morning….”

“Really?” Arnav arched an eye-brow. It was only some weeks since he came and actually it is not everyday when he will sit on a arm chair and sleep with Khushi.

“Ya. Every morning you will come, wake me up from my sweet slumber and then when I will try to touch you, you will vanish…”

“Vanish?”

“Vanish!” She stressed that word, “I know you again came in my dream only. Just when I will try to kiss you, you will leave me…” She pouted.

“Oh… then let’s try again, shall we?” Arnav leaned on her cheeks and planted a kiss soundly.

“hawww!” Khushi’s eyes popped out, “You….you are real?” she asked, still out of breath.

“I am!” Arnav eyed her lips. “But you never told me your secret desire, did you?.... It seems I should known the better uses of these rose buds…”

Khushi covered his lips with her palm and nodded a ‘no’ in the sweetest way possible. His blushing princess had a huge tingle-red blush all over her face. Her honey-eyes shone brightly with love and satisfaction.

She steadily hid herself in his arms, where Arnav’s protective arms held her close; out of every bad the come across.

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That night Garima and Shashi had a huge fight. Garima was desperate to give birth her first child in her maternity home, but Shashi wanted his princess and queen before his eyes, in the mension. His work will not permit him to stay away from Rajasthan for long. And here Garima was stubborn than ever.

He did not understand…why?

But Garima did.

As each day passed, she felt more suffocated. It was not the costly lifestyle, the different cuisines, the big high-status-life.

It was a fear.

She was unknown at first. Then tried to ignore thinking may be this is how ‘rich’ people used to behave. But slowly it felt like a poison.

Poison was in the air.

She could not say it to any one, except Kavya.

“Are you okay Garima?” Kavya had asked her that day. The young girl had lost her apatite a lot,  she barely ate, barely slept… dark circles has take their place. She no more laughed, or cracked jokes. Once, she was the only rays of life here. But…..

Kavya prayed. Hope his husband was not behind this. Hope.

“Hold fast to dreams,

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird,

That cannot fly.”

“They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world; someone to love, something to do and something to hope for.”

Kavya had lost the hope from her life. She always tried to cling onto life. She hoped, one day she will just open her eyes and will see the change. Change in his husband; love, respect and cooperation, these were what she wanted from him.

But the bitterest truth was different after all.

Her husband’s eyes were on Garima. Who was like her little sister.

And apparently he is after her child. A child of Shashi and Garima. Avinav could not bear that Garima can have a child with someone else.

“Get out of here …Garima…” Kavya merely whispered.

“Wh—what?”

“He will not let it live… (Touching the unburned child)… hide yourself somewhere… or he will not…” She gasped for air.

Poison was in the air….

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Avinav was looking intently on the printed invitation cards… which one to choose? “Each of these has one fault or another.”

“What do you want?”

Avinav looked the person standing in dark. “What are you talking about, amma?”

“This love, this care…? You have never cared of your children, did you? Then why this party?” Her wrinkled face twisted with distaste for her son, “You must have a reason behind…”

“I do!” Avinav said calmly. “By the way, they are NOT my children, whoever they are, they are Kavya’s. But to have done my work in my way, I can do anything. Looks like you forgot, amma?”

“I did not! That is way I asked you, Avi.”

“I will declare my son’s marriage date.”

“What???” Dadi asked bewildered.

“You have heard right! Arnav will get married to….”

“Khushi??”

“No… with Sheetal.”

Dadi sat on her sit with a thump.

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“I want my daughter’s marriage to be held with Arnav…” Garima spoke to Sashi, “Consider it as by last wish…”

“I never believed you would do this to us Avi!” Shashi broke. “At least think… think of Bhabhi ji!!”

“What is there to think of Shashi? Good bye, to you two…” Avinav cut the call with a grin….

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Allah Hafiz!

Afia Zahin (Ananna123)

Hello guys! 

Here you go... the part 5 is below. Let me tell you about this, some of the old mysterys hidden in the old bricks of Raizada mension will step into light. Hope you will enjoy reading!

Do send me your feedbacks through comments. I am a very lazy person, trust me. But your encouragements make me update soon (?!). So i hope, readers, you will show your love to me. 

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Part 5

“The sweetest smiles hold the darkest secrets...”

― Sara Shepard

Avinav Raizada is known as a cunning man in his sector. Even ever he set his eyes on something; it was as if, very natural that he will get it. No one, absolutely had the audacity to stop him. In his knowledge, not even god himself.

And what happens when he do not get his desire?

Destruction.

25 years years ago, Avinav Raizada was the same man, but with least wealth. He was a middle classed man, with big ego and impossible dreams.

Shashi Gupta looked at the mension with admired eyes. All their hard work is paying them back, Avinav and he started the fashion business before 6 years. Back then, all these luxuries seemed to impossible. But with Shashi’s hard word and honesty, and Avinavs determination and big dream took them in new height.

The house was also their join cooperation. They decided to stay under one roof, with each other’s love, respect and friendship.

But shashi gupta was wrong.

“Avinav, meet my wife, Garima. Garima, as I told you before, this is my childhood-friend, Avi.” Shashi introduced each other.

But the young, full of life Garima’s eyes moved on the huge building with admiration. She was a middle class girl who never saw such thing in her life. Now, as they moved to live in this mension, her excitement knew no bounds.

“Hum yaha rahenge Sashi ji?” She rounded her eyes with shock, “Kitne bare haweli!”

(We will stay here Shshi ji?.... “ Such a big house!)

“Yes, we will.” Shashi looked at his wife cordially. They had age difference, but that never affected the love and respect they had for each other. Happily married, they were.

Avinav looked at the girl infront of him. ‘Sunshine’ was the only word he could say in his mind. Always happy and jovial. And look at his fate! God has gifted him an unfortunate life indeed! His wife, Kavya Raizada was just the opposite of Garima Gupta.

Kavya Raizada, a very calm and quite lady, with a sophisticate taste and splendid nature.

Her eyes used to speak volume, rather than her lips. She had immense power to tie her family with love; ‘Love’ was the word she believed in. She belonged to a rich family, but her dreams used to be same as the other girls, having a lovely family and a good-honest husband who will love her, always.

                                           

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Maybe, god had other plans for her. Neither she got a good family, nor a caring-husband. All he did was took all the wealth from which she got from her family. Most of his nights were spent in “Kotta” (A particular living place for prostitutes.)

His greed and inhuman nature shattered her dreams, forever.

“This is Kavya.” Avinav spit with distaste. Shashi and Garima greeted her cordially.

“Namaste jij!” Garima hugged her. (Hello, Sister!)

Kavya felt her eyes wet. After many years she felt some one’s genuine love for her.

“Welcome dear!” She smiled.

Nobody knew, but one pair of eye had everything other than love for Garima. It is called lust; lust was the first signal of destruction of their life.

Avinav looked at Garima’s feature shamelessly. “I want her…” His desire for something forbidden rose his inner demon.

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“You thought you will get her, eh?” Sarcasm was mixed in that voice. “ But it’s late, my son. Anjali and Khushi… you will get none of them.”

“No…No! You can’t do this!” Arnav tried to locate his sister and Khushi in the pitch dark room.  Suddenly a light came into his view. He looked at them in horror.

His sister was lying in the floor lifeless. A thin line of blood adorned her white ‘saree’. His legs made attempts to run and hug her, but he could not move an inch. “Di!! No…No!!!”  

“Wont you look at your Khushi, son?” A voice came from nowhere; an invisible strength turned his legs like a jelly. “Khushi! Where are you?” He shouted.

“Arnav!” A shrink hoarse voice took his attention. “I… I am …” She could not say anything more.

“Khushi…don’t leave me… Don’t you dare leave me!” Arnav cried with agony. His throat hurt with pain. His body was cold with distress. “I will save you!”

“Good bye, Arnav ji…” She closed her eyes, her lips trembled with painful smile, “I love you…”

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“Khushi!!” Arnav sat up on his bed, his body trembled like a leaf. The sudden turmoil almost stopped his heart from beating.

He took long breath to steady himself. “Nightmare, only a nightmare...” he chanted to himself.

Beads of sweat made their way over his body. It was past mid night.

 “I need to see them.”

He located their room in dark and peeped through the opened door.

A wave of relief washed him. They were alright.

Their angelic face reduces his depression. Taking the seat beside bed he smiled. Indeed, they were the lights of his life.

“I will save you two.” He muttered. “I won’t let you leave me. I have no-one except you now… how can I let you go?”

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I will update as soon as i get my free time. Till then, dont forget to write how you felt about the update!

Allah hafiz,

Afia Zahin (Ananna123)

Hello dears!

Eid mubarak to my you all! I was busy with the preparation of our festival, so could not update quickly.

But listen! I had to work behind this update for a long time... and i seriously hope you would like it. 

So readers, do read and ofcourse, "Do Not" forget to write what you felt. Your encouragement and critisism helped me to better.

Thanks to my friends who commented, read and loved the plot so far. Love you so much guys!

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Part (b) 

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Khushi never thought things will come up like this. She spent her whole life in waiting for Arnav. Arnav… was the only name she chanted. Not because he married her, not because he was her love.

Because he was her friend, the only man who know her inside and out.

Then why this restlessness?

She felt her heart beating. So loudly that I can burst any time.

“Abhi unhe dekha bhi nehi toh ye halat hai… dekhungi to kya hoga?” She spoke aloud to herself.

(I still didn’t see him. Don’t know what I shall do when I see him!)

                   

Her feet moved from here to there, trying to steady her heart-beat. She felt her palm getting wet; her weak legs protested again her stop.

“Ok now Khushi… Stop now!” She said to herself. It is just him! And you are acting as if he is someone you need to be scared…

She tried to water the plants of his trees. Most of the trees used to be Arnav’s and her kakisa (Aunty- mother of  Arnav). But after her ‘dihanth’ and Arnav’s going to ‘pardesh’ she was the one who looked after the precious memories.

She started to talk with the plants, as she always did every morning… though her mind and eyes were on door today.

Suddenly a manly figure appeared… slowly from the mild darkness it started to come into her vision.

Her hands shook and she left the bucket on floor with a sound.

“Kaun?” She asked, as if to the wind around her. Her ‘Dhak Dhak’ knew for sure.

It was Arnav.

The figure wearing dark-causal blue shirt appeared before her.

With little frown he searched for her existent… the trees as if were shielding her body from his eyes. But he found at last.

He looked at her. What was he thinking when he was searching for her? Excited? Confused? Or just love?

His each and every feeling betrayed him. They left him for some kind of holiday.

His eagle eyes observed her from toe to head, with keen interest. With all the time of the world.

Many times he tried to imagine her. His Khushi… how she will look? Her eyes? Her nose…? And, her lips? Are they same when he last saw them with his heart’s content or they changed their shape and color?

They are changed.

Her Eyes were bigger with the same honey colored intensity, trying to pull him to her like magnet.

Her nose is a small like button, which used to turn into red when ever he used to shout at her or she was cold.

Her cheeks were more soft, softer than he last felt. It held a light blush as he looked at her with desire… the cheek bones lift them with glory, when she smiled.

Her lips are fuller than previous times. They are rosy, soft and tempting. when ever she would have moved those curvy lips, he would forget the world around him.

He leaned on the entrance door, as his legs refused to move further.

She was beautiful. His long time imagination failed him.

Her beauty was above his knowledge.

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Khushi dared not to move. Arnav was only a dream, a desire to her till yesterday.

But seeing him before her vary eyes was different. Se felt he was an imagination of her crazy heart, which will vanish if she move or try to touch him.

His fine feature stopped her breath. Till today she dreamt of a lean-slender-good looking teenager; but this man?! He was beyond everything.

His skin was wheat-golden in color, mixing with dark blue tea-shirt and formal pants he looked no less than Greek-god.

Her eyes moved on his body, observing with same desire and making him weak on his feet.

His hair was black in color, made with pure silk. His forehead was adorned with frown line, making him more responsible and sensible. His broad neck and shoulder had their own charm, making her want to put her hands around and never leave them.

His hands were strong and well-toned, his fingers were much bigger than her little ones… she wondered about the feeling when he will hug her…

His shirt was hugging his muscle with all their might, making her realize he have six-pack abs.

His manly scent hid the scent of flowers… and to her, it the only air she needed. Breath had a new meaning in her life.

But most charming was his eyes. Eyes that did not changed in these long years. Eyes, that sparked when she was beside him.

Eyes, that spoke volume, when there was no use of lips.

Eyes, that made her realize how much they adored her.

After a long time Arnav started to take steps towards Khushi. She did not back away like previous time, because there was absolutely no space left to go behind… just a wall behind and Arnav in front. Her hands clutched the broad scarf she was wearing.

“Did I participate in some marathon race?” She asked herself. Her lips shook like it was cold weather, though fire shook her like she was standing on burning vessel.

“Khushi?” was the first word of Arnav. His mind stopped working. He looked at her tightly shut eyes.

"ji?” (yes?) She shuddered again.

“Tum thik ho?” (Are you alright?) He asked with concern.

How can she be alright when he was standing before her… so close?”

“aakhain nehi khologi?” He asked with a smile. Her innocence love was warming his cold heart after a long time.

She nodded in negative. “aakhain nehi kholna hai, aap phir se hawa main mil jaoge.” (I Will not open my eyes… you will again vanish in air…) She feared with the thought of losing him in air.

His chest pained for her. All they had with them was only memories of childhood.

He was lonely amongst many people living around. Delhi was a stranger for him…. He had no one who would heal his burning pain. The desire to meet Khushi was strong…. Sometimes so strong that he used to pack his belongings and start for Rajasthan. But later he had to come back from street again. He could not go back there penniless.

“I have come back Khushi… for us.” He cupped her cheeks, feeling her warm skin was something he could not put in words.

She slowly opened her eyes. Her teary eyes looked at his chocolate ones with pain, “aap a gaye?” (You came back?)

He could just nod. The choked throat did not let him say anything more.

“Aapki bohot yaad aati thi hume… har pal kase gujra…” She sobbed quietly.

“Har pal ek saja tha Khushi…” Arnav said with a choked voice. (Each moment was like a punishment Khushi…)

“Kavhi hume chorke nehi jayenge?” She asked to be reassured. (You will never leave me alone?)

Arnav touched her forehead with his, closing his eyes he whispered, “Kabhi nehi.” (Never.)

Khushi hugged him tightly and broke into loud sob. Days of anguish and anger were washed by their tears. Pain of endurance was over.

The love found the way which was lost.

A way that tied their hearts together.

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Allah Hafiz!!

Afia Zahin (Ananna123)

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This part is very big to write. So i had to cut it into two parts. The first part [4(a)] is on Arnav meeting his di, Anjali. The second part will be on Arnav and Khushi. Hope you will enjoy!

Thank you so much guys for reading and commenting in this story. I loved and replied to your comments also. Let me know what you felt through your comments.

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Part 4(a)

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Arnav entered into the Raizada’s area.He clearly remembers the garden they created the house. His mother, Kavya Singh Raizada was fond of gardening; and this was before inherited by her son Arnav. 

Maybe, It was the only place where she could breath, Arnav thought. He chocked with emotion… the small rose tree they planted together is now a big shrub, the jasmine tree has grown so quickly! The fragrance reminded him of his loved ones.

The loved ones he missed, but there was no way to go them.

“Amma!” He could clearly see two children running towards their mother. A girl wearing long sleeved ‘choli’ and a long skirt along it, and a boy wearing simple shirt adorned with ‘swing’ works by his mother.

“Chote!” The girl laughed with her brother, “Amma loves me the most!” She secretly winked her mother, who smiled.

“No di… mosht  me! (she loves me most!)” Little Arnav frowned.

“Me!”

“Me!”

"Me!"

“Accha accha suno to!”(Ok…ok…atleast listen to me!) Their amma laughed at her adorable children. “If someone tell you to cut any of your finger, which one will you choose?”

Arnav and Anjali were confused. Their little brain could not digest the fact who will ask them to cut finger. And which one? The one gives you less pain?

“But all fingers will give us same pain, right amma?” Anjali stated thoughtfully.

“Yes bitiya, we can’t choose any of them, because each of them are important and will give equal pain. Similarly, both of you are precious to me.

I cant choose one of you. Never.”

Arnav relived the scene playing before him. Once again he was a 5 years old kid, who was new to this world. Learning through the surroundings, through the little world around him.

Once he had a world with his amma, di, babuji, dadi ji.

And Khushi.

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The door opened before his face. There stood his father and his dadi ji with all the workers of the house. All ready to welcome him with flowers and sweets.

His deep caramel eyes searched for his loved ones. The people who truly loved him.

“Thari nazar to uthar doon, chora”(Let me pray for you so that you may save from black magic, son!) Dadiji smiled bright, though the smile held lot of slyness behind.

“Koi jarurat nehi.”(not needed.) His eyes held the determination, “Meri di kahan hai?” (Where is my di?) he asked to her.

“Di!” Her face was curled with frowns, “Your di will not come here. She is not permitted to come before males… specially not in scared-happy ceremony.” She said with confidence.

“accha?” (Really?) Arnav mocked. “And who is going to stop her? You? or, this man?” He shot a look at his father.

“Don’t you dare talk to your elders in that manner chote!” His father warned. His eyes spitted fire. Arnav is same stubborn and arrogant to them as before, he realized.

“I don’t have all the time in the world.” Arnav retorted.

“DI!! Di!! Come here! Your chote is waiting and will not step in till you receive him!” He shouted in the air. He knew his sister will somewhere, waiting anxiously for his return.

His dadi and father stood with all their anger and gritting teeth.

"She is a widow! She can't come here!" His father barked. But his words fell on the deaf ear.

A lean figure, draped with pure white and sky blue colored saree came into his view. Her face was hidden behind big veil. Her steps were nervous and fearful, he could see her hands trembling and fisting around the cloth-corner. She stood before him with lowered face.

“Di?” Arnav said affectionately, trying to peep into her face. But just like him, she was stubborn enough to lift the cloth and show him her face.

Sighing, he lifted his two hands and took the big cloth away from her face. His warm smile warmed his sister’s soul, after many years.

Now he looked at his father. "Widow... yes, she is a widow. But 'fortunately' she is a human being also." His words clearly said what he meant.

“Kaisi ho di?" (How are you di?) He asked eagerly. Both of them were braced with emotions, the memories of their childhood never left them. Never.

Anjali looked at him with her teary-big eyes and nodded vigorously, “Let’s go to prayer room, chote!” She look at her dadi with proud face. Her each words came true... her chote came here looking forward to his sister, not his dadi...not his father, who never loved them, never cared for them. 

They stepped into the prayer room, their mother’s prayer room. Both looked at the smiling god stood before them.

Arnav made Anjali sit on the ground, and they both clasped their hand in a prayer position.

“What will you want from your god di?” Arnav looked at her.

“Your happiness…” She smiled. “And what about you?”

“I don’t believe in her (pointing at the idol) but I have believe in you.” He spoke, protecting the scared lamp together; they secretly hope that may be everything will be alright.

“Bless me Di…” Arnav touched her feet with respect, “Bless me so that I can help you and khushi out of this hell.”

Anjali cupped her cheek. After long years she was at peace. Her heart was assured. She gently kissed his forehead and said through her tears, “My blessings will be- may devi maiya bless you to turn this hell into heaven.”

“Where is Khushi di? Why didn’t she come to me?” Arnav asked after some time. “I remember her coming behind me where ever I went. Always trying to copy me, never leaving a chance to be beside me…” He smiled fondly.

“She is not permitted to meet you on the door chote.” Anjali continued. “I will tell you the reason, but later. First you go and find her. May be she is hiding somewhere with shyness.” She giggled. “All day all night she had only one name, Arnav… Arnav and Arnav…But now he is here she is hiding out of shy!” She pressed her brother’s hands and said, “Go, chote. Your Khushi is waiting.”

Khushi meant happiness. And Arnav was looking forward to the happiness of his life.

“Khushi.” He breathed.

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Allah Hafiz!

Afia Zahin (Ananna123)

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[Part 3]

Anjali stole a glance to the table. She had been too conscious not to make a noise.

Looking again around her she took easy-small steps.

The wooden table was her father’s…the black-polished thing had a ancient timed phone and some large drawers, containing all the letters, cards and even some recent photos of Arnav.

“It’s locked…” Anjali made a face. “But never mind….” She took a thin book, a telephone directory, “May be it has the number.” She smiled with victory.

Her thin hand took the huge receiver in her hands, “There… this is my chote’s number…”

Just at that time a hand took hold of her hand in a vice like grip. Anjali’s eyes popped out, a shrink left her lips. She was sure whose hand was that.

But it was not what made her feel scared.

“Dadi ji…” she looked at the hand’s owner.

There came the face of an old lady, draping a white costly-designer saree. Her eyes were hidden behind a spectacle, and a long veil on her head. At the first glance anyone may think of a loving-caring grand mother. But she was anything but not ‘loving’.

“So you are here again?” She glanced to the open book. “Maaf…maaf kar dijiye dadi ji…hum toh bus…” Anjali shuddered.

(For… forgive me grandma, I was just…)

“That is what I want to say, ‘Bus’” She glared Anjali.  “How…how dare you put your

leg in this room?” She whispered outraged.

“I didn’t want to… I just want to have a look to my chote dadiji. I am his sister! It’s my cursed fate that…”

“That is what I am saying Anjali!” She cut her words, “You are ill-fated! You are cursed! You could not even save your husband… you know why? Because you can’t be a fortune to any one! Your touch will turn everything into impure!” Dadi ji shouted.

Anjali bit back her cries, “I know you don’t like me… but my chote do! Let him just come….You will just see, I will be the one he will first ask for …. I will be the one he will first embrace and I will be the one he will first take blessings!!” She shouted with anger.

“Till then, get out!” Dadiji had no intention to show the entire house ‘What is going on’.

“Of course, Mrs. Subadra Singh Raizada!” Anjali said bitterly. With hurried steps she started to leave the room.

“Today…” Her dadi ji glared her back, making her stop. “Today chote is coming.” Anjali just nodded curtly, before vanishing in the long way towards their room…. Anjali and Khushi’s room.

“Hari Prakash!” Dadi ji shouted to one of the servants, “Ghar ki shudiya karwani paregi… jaldi se aao!”

(Will have to purify the room…come quickly!)

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Evening…

“I told you not do this, then why?” Khushi was almost crying. ‘Only I am guilty…’ she thought. ‘I should have known her intentions…”

“No khushi…you are certainly not the reason. It was my decision to try my luck, again.” Anjali continued, “Like you, I did not see him over years… how he looks? How he talks? Is he the same arrogant when comes to his wants, but again a possessive brother when it comes to me?” Anjali held her hands, “I just wanted to know if he was coming today…. But will they answer? Will they let me know? NO! They will humiliate me again, so I had no other way out!”

“I understand di…” Khushi whispered, taking her crying form in her arms, “And I love you….”

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Mid night… 3am.

The mid night sky was in its full form, the quietness and stillness was its divine beauty. The early spring was blowing a cool heart warming air around the small village. The soil was little moist and held a captivating metallic smell was on the air.

The darkness soon equivocated with the head light of a giant-like SUV.

The white vehicle moved like a spring wind towards the Raizada Mension. The way seemed to be too long… time crossed from mid night to early dawn…

But it was till okay. The young man sitting inside of the car with expensive designed navy blue suit and white shirt underneath… his expressive brown eyes were hidden under shades. His sharp features were reflecting his eagerness and ignorance at a time.

“Why am I here? When I know… It will be the last place where I would want to step my foot… then why?” He closed his eyes….his back touched the smooth leather seat submissively.

“I need to be here….

For my Di, for my Khushi.” He told to himself.

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Next part:: Some scenes!!

                 

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Author’s note: As I wrote before, the story is based on the imagination and the plot was based on India, so there are some words of lines which is written in the language ‘Hindi’. I did try to write in English mainly, but sometimes it is impossible with some words. A little hindi will also give you a essence of India I hope!

But I am going to translate some words for the readers, hope it will help!

1)      Chote: Younger One.(A nick name)

2)      Di: sister (a form of calling like ‘sis’, etc)

3)      Bauji: Father (a form of calling father like ‘Dad’, etc)

4)      Dadiji: Grandmother (a form of calling grandmother)

5)      Bus: Enough/just.

6)      Maaf: Forgive.

I have translated the hindi sentences in the update itself. So read the update if you didn’t understand any sentence.

Till then,  Allah Hafiz!

Afia Zahin (Ananna123)

Banner credit:: Nisha Shetty

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[Part 2]

“Khushi!” Anjali’s low voice came. She literally had to bow her head to enter in her little cage-like room. “Di?” Khushi as always was hiding something behind her back.

 “Chote….chote is coming!” Anjali’s voice shook with excitement.

“Kya?!” (What?!) Khushi could not breathe. She hold Anjali’s hands for support. “Di… are you telling the truth?”

“I heard dadi ji talking with bauji. Maybe he is coming tomorrow.” She laughed. “Now you don’t have to hide his pictures from me!”

Khushi blushed. “He is coming!” She murmured to herself. Her joy was touching on the sky. May be sky was the limit.

Arnav Singh Raizada, who was known as ‘Chote’ or ‘Chote Sahab’ was not only a friend of Khushi, but he was the only reason Khushi still hoped. His each and every word, his touch, his memory, everything was something she would never forget.

Also, his last day at Raizada Mension is also had a great effect on her mind. A 13 year boy Arnav had to leave his everything behind and attended Boarding school of Delhi.

Why? Because Mr. Avinav Raizada thought his son was spoiling being around Khushi Gupta, his wife.

[Before 14 years]

“Avi, is everything ready?” Shashi asked nervously. “Yes, yes… just check the security once again. I don’t want the news to leak now.” Avinav replied.

Whole interior house was adorned with flowers and lights. Though the faces were dull and didn’t hold any happiness. Shashi looked at her daughter who was playing with her doll.

Shashi’s daughter, Khushi was adorned with bridal apparel. Her small hands of 6 years was adorned with golden bangles. Her hairs were tide in a braid… and the small red ‘Chunri’ was reflecting her innocence.

“You know Sundari, today we will get married, real wala!(In real!)” She spoke to her doll.

She always made Arnav to play with her doll and be her imaginary bridegroom, much to his annoyance.

Now, every thing is happening in real!

Khushi looked at Arnav, who was confused with all these affairs.

After all, he was only 8 years old!

[Flash back ends]

There were many phone calls from Arnav. Many cards, many greetings, many letters… but none of them were given, or even shown to Khushi.

After all who was she?

Everything changed after her father’s death. Arnav’s father declared that his family will not consider her as the bride of his son. Though his granny said it depended on Arnav only.

Each day, each moment was passing with the wait of Arnav. And each passing moment make Khushi believed that she loved Arnav.

She had only some memory of the little Arnav of 13 years, when she was only 11. But even without knowing him for the past 14 years she could tell that he was and is his prince charming, who saves her princess from all evil.

Her heart swelled with passionate love for him.

“Come fast, my love…. I am waiting….” She clutched their wedding photo.

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[To be continued]

Till then, Allah Hafiz!
Afia Zahin (Ananna123).