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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)