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)