Chapter 1
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MARRYING KHUSHI
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Part 1: A Vision
Sheesh Mahal was his once again.
Arnav Singh Raizada looked at its crumbling glory with contemptuous eyes hidden behind designer sunglasses, contempt hiding the pain of his past, a bloody and tragic past that each and every stone of the huge edifice before him was familiar with.
He turned away to look at the sprawling lawn. He had bought it for Di. He had reclaimed their heritage, throwing their Chacha out of their ancestral house.
His eyes became cold as ice behind the glasses.
In a month's time, after all the repairs were completed, AR Designs would organise a stunning fashion show on the premises. As his models walked the ramp erected on the hallowed acres, he would lay his stamp on the property. His possession of it would be complete, and all ghosts would be laid to rest forever. The Raizadas would vanquish the Malliks... forever.
He strode to his car, trying to push all bitter memories away. Mohan, his driver ran to open the door for him.
He lay back against the seat as Mohan tried to make his way through the narrow, crowded gullies of Lucknow. Light from the street lamps fell against his window, lighting up a part of his face.
Once upon a time, he too had lived in Lucknow. His life had been normal, his childhood had been unremarkable. And then the bomb had burst, shattering his & Di's lives...
He leaned back in his seat, his eyes shut tight, his jaw clenched.
The sound of the bullet that had killed his mother... two bodies covered in white lying on the floor as he and his sister wept bitter tears at their demise... the taunting look in his crafty uncle's cruel eyes as he threw them out of the only home they knew...
He clenched his fists. When would the nightmares end? Would he be free of its coils, ever?
He looked out at what he could see of the city of his birth. He looked out at the modest homes and small shops that littered the sides of the roads, the children playing by the road, the channawala, the street vendors...
He felt removed from the world, distanced from reality, trapped in a miasma of betrayal, caught in a bubble of pain and nightmares that just wouldn't quit...
Mohan stood on the brakes, and the car shuddered to a stop.
"What the!" ASR swore.
"It is a barat, Arnav Bhaiyya." Mohan said softly, hoping desperately that the delay would not infuriate ASR, trigger a temper tantrum.
Arnav bit on his tongue as he looked out at the colourful procession. The bridegroom on a horse, his face covered by a floral veil, a uniformed band playing the latest Bollywood hits, hired men carrying bright lanterns, relations dancing around the groom...
ASR glanced at his expensive watch. He lifted his head to glare at the crowd... and forgot to breathe.
A vision in pink and violet, her silky hair streaming behind her, was dancing vigorously to the beat. The joy on her beautiful face, the glowing creamy skin, her eyes twinkling with excitement, the nose pin glinting against the fine lines of her patrician nose, her long, heavy earrings swinging against her plump cheeks, the heavy necklace lovingly cupping the lines of her swan-like neck, the glimpse of the creamy curve of her waist, exposed by the lines of her lehenga... Arnav stared mesmerised at the figure, losing awareness of who he was, where he was... His entire attention was riveted on the girl.
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