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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)

Banner credit:: Nisha Shetty (Thank you so much!)

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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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I will try to update as soon as possible. Till then, do show your love!

Allah Hafiz!

Afia Zahin (Ananna123)

Thanks to who ever reading and read my story. Love To all my friends who encouraged me to continue and special thanks to "Nisha"... thanks for ur comment! I am sure you are "Nishaa" from Myeduniya... right?

Do let me know through your comments if you liked the update or not.

Thanks!!

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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).

Hello there! This is Afia, and presenting you my first ever Serious (?!) writing on blog.

It’s a fiction story starring the characters from epic serial of India “Iss Pyaar Ko kya Naam Doon?” (What shall I name this love?).

I do not want to bore you with the list of Characters, you will know eventually with the progress of the story!

Author’s note:: The following piece of work is created by the author. If you find anything similar to this, it is purely unintentional.

Banner Credit:: Nisha Shetty

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Every one should get a second chance in life. It does not matter what they did, it only matters if they knew then, if they know now…

Cause life is a mystery. When you think your life is a beautiful dream, it will turn into shattered-broken pieces. And when you will think you do not have any valid reason to keep on living, breathing will all seem to be wasted; life will again give you another reason to keep on going.

So take my hand. Believe me; it’s not easy to go on. It is tough to make everything like before. The guttural truth is the darkness of our life, but can we try?

Life is a mystery.

[Before 1 year]

Days come and days go. But some days have their significance in their own way. Today was one of those happy-tears day for Raizada. Their most loved son is coming back from U.S.A.

How he will look like? Has he become thin or fatso? Why the damn time is not passing?

Elders were chattering and relishing the blurred memory of their chote. Chote, meaning the younger one, though he is not that small kid any more, but his adorable Granny and Di could not but call him this way.

The family was not very big for living in such a big palace. Just Chote’s granny, father, elder sister. Oh ya, Hari Prakash and Om prakash, the old sibling workers of raizada house were also like family.

Did I forgot a name? I did, because the name was not important. There lived a girl, who was considered as a responsibility, a burden, a weight on raizada menson.

So unwanted than the pet goat of the house, Laxhmi.

But as always, there was one soul who did understand what was the meaning of burdain. She did felt love for the unwanted soul, Anjali.

Anjali was the daughter of the family. She was considered a bad omen, as she was deprived of her husband’s love. When her cunning husband cheated her with his sleeked faked love, she accepted the suffering given by the society. Why society? Even she had less respect in her own house… in her tender ages she was recognized with ‘the girl with white saree’.

So she did understand Khushi. Khushi’s family was a family friend of Raizada’s. Once, they used to lead their life depending on each others help and love.

Raizada mension was the result of their combined hard work and earnings. Khushi’s father, Mr. Shashi Gupta used to have a firm believe on his only close friend, Mr. Avinav Raizada. He believed that his friend will equally love and protect his daughter when the time comes.

But he was wrong, after his sudden death, Khshi was not only left alone but also she was deprived of the deserving love and respect from the family.

She was considered a dirt.

A responsibility to Nani ji or granny and a curse to Mr. Avinav Raizada.

The little khushi was left alone in this cruel world when she was just nine years old.

You can’t be sure from where the love will come,

Cause the love will just come in your life, to heal, to protect, to make you feel alive.

It will be your solace, your comfort, your second breath.

Your second chance to live, again.

[Will be continued]

Author’s note:: The story/work is based on love and other circumstances of life. Here, the story location is “Rajasthan, India.” Hope you have enjoyed! So do comment and let me know your feelings. Till then,

Allah Hafiz,

Afia Zahin (Ananna123)