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Prologue: ASR! Advay Singh Raizada has returned after sixteen years to avenge his parent's murder. His heart has turned to ashes..... his eyes hold angry fire...... Kyun Dard Hai Itna Tere Ishque mein...... The pain he suffers because his love became the culprit of his parent's murder and his brother's separation, as he continues to believe.
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Revenge is the other side of love now..... to destroy the girl, Chandni, who lied causing her parents being burnt, now he will burn her life.
Dev and Chandni are childhood friends, hailing from Allahabad. Dev's father is the Mahant (chief priest) of a temple known for its hidden treasure. Dev's father is arrested for stealing the idol's jewellery and his wife is accused of being a witch. They are killed by a mysterious person after which Chandni's father Yash Narayana Vashisht becomes the Mahant. Dev escapes with his younger brother Meeku, and while travelling by train, he is forced to throw his brother out to save him from a mob.
Dev has returned to Allahabad disguised as Advay Singh Raizada. Holding Chandni and her family responsible for what his family had to go through and his separation from his brother, he plans to take revenge. He buys the house the Vashishts are living in but lets them stay there. Meanwhile, Chandni's wedding is fixed to PP, a sleazy man whose family is going to pay off her stepmother's debt. Advay rescues her from her fiance's behaviour on several occasions but not without insulting her each time. Chandni is confused about why he hates her so much. He further disrupts her wedding and forcibly marries her by blackmailing her that he will reveal the truth of her illegitimate child who currently stays in an orphanage. Chandni agrees to save the respect of her family but doesn't tell Advay that the child is actually her sister's.
Advay exposes this anyway at their reception party in order to spoil the Vashisht family's reputation. He throws them out of the house but his grandmother shelters Chandni. She believes in Chandni's innocence and asks her never to leave Advay no matter what happens even though Advay has been emotionally abusive and misogynistic. Eventually, the truth finally comes out before Chandni and Advay. Chandni realises Advay is her long lost childhood friend Dev and Advay discovers that Chandni has been innocent all along. Chandni has her stepmother, the real culprit, arrested and seeks out Miku, reuniting him with Advay. Miku falls in love with Chandni's sister Shikha and the family plans to get them married.
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The window had always faced the east! The mornings had filled up the room always! Once before, the morning had witnessed two souls enjoying blissful sleep in close vicinity of the loved one.
But it had been different then... The love had very much been there, known and felt in heart. But today was different... Today the two souls were united in openly admitted and acknowledged love. The air was filled with the aftermath of unison....... like the rains having impregnated the earth....... like Shiva having mated with Shakti.
Two souls having loved completely since eternity were spooned within each other. The morning did not dare barge in and break their fragile love sleep. Sunshine slowly tiptoed into the room and spread across the loving pair.
Dev stirred slightly in his delirium and felt immediate tug. His delirium broke and conscious brought smile to his lips. His love was in his arms, sleeping blissfully. His protective arm put round her petite frame was tucked under her possessive hand.
He closed his eyes and soaked up the happiness once again in him. He raised his head slightly and looked at her. Sunshine had lighted up her innocent beauty.
"Oh God! In the night, she was looking most beautiful; how can she look all the better now?"
The thought of the night brought immediate cheer in his eyes.
It had started with him lifting her up and bringing into their first night room. She had been teasing him playfully. He had held her from behind, lovingly possessively, whispered the magical 3 words," I love you! "
Then he had cupped her face and pressed his lips against her forehead to stamp his words there.
He wanted to stamp her tonight as his wife, his love for lifetime. He slowly stretched his arm and picked a pinch of sindoor from a small packet smartly kept in his pocket.
"I promise you a lifetime of happiness, Chandani!"
He pressed sindoor on her forehead and then filled her maang with it. A single tear rolling down her eyes stated her acceptance, her absolute submission.
What exactly was he feeling? Pain having seen her tear ...or happiness knowing her acceptance of him? He remembered the exact moment of Roka a few days ago, when he had tricked her and she had late realised that the veil on her head was stamped with his name... exactly a single tear had flown down her eye.......what had it meant then, he would always wonder. Today there was a pleasure in that wondering; but just few months back there had been anger, jealousy because she had wanted to wear somebody else's , that vile nature PP's veil.
Slowly he removed the golden veil off her head followed by equally slow taking out of heavy maang tika. She wouldn't need both anymore. His protection would cover her head and his name would adorn her sindoor from now on.
Chandani was drowning in his ocean of love. At this moment she wanted nothing but become one with him, become his in body and soul. He caressed the nape of her neck with his lips. His touch was hot against her skin and she felt the heat spreading through her whole body.
'What's happening to me? Fear of this moment or urge for this moment? Oh God! Had he unzipped her blouse from behind?'
The blouse felt loose but nothing happened further. Dev slowly removed her hair clip letting her hair loose in silky fragrance. Her eyes were filled with shy wanting. He felt so blissfully happy looking at her image like that. He could stare at her forever.
Suddenly shy of the desirous gaze, she hugged him bashfully. He hugged her back with love, with possession. He wanted to breathe in her fragrance completely.
But the touch of her frame against his body ignited him like mad. He pinned her against the nearest wall and cupped her face. He started with forehead, then her lids, then both her cheeks; pressing hot kisses on her soft skin. His body pressing hard against her.
She felt herself on fire , the heat burgeoning through her intimate core suddenly scared her. He sensed her fear immediately and pulled back. He looked intently at her.
"Oh! How virgin-ally naive she was. Feeling the touch of a man for the first time on her pristine skin. I need to control myself. I have to make this most special for her, " Dev resolved.
"Oh! What happened? Why did he pull back? Did I do something wrong? How is this going to be? Will he like being one with me? Will I be able to give him all the pleasure he deserves?" questions crowded up in her mind.
He saw the worry on her face and slowly, he held her by her shoulders and turned her. He held her lovingly and rested his head against her hair.
"Yaad hai, maine kaha tha.....remember what I had said? I had said, I'll teach you positions after marriage. Do you remember the ones I taught?."
Immediate memory of that day flashed in her mind. He continued, " Don't be afraid Chandani; tum apne Dev ke saath ho. Everything is going to be alright. Just soak in the feeling." (You are with your Dev)
Closing her eyes Chandani relaxed and smilingly soaked in the feel of his body against her.
" You are mine, right? You want this as much I do. It's the fulfilment of our marriage."
He was holding her with his big hands spreading against her soft flat belly. Slowly his finger started circling her naval. His fingertips caressed her skin with desire.
Chandani started basking in the warmth. He pressed his lips on her neck. Slowly he opened his mouth and sucked on her skin caressing it with his moist tongue.
Oh God! Oh God! He is making me mad... Oh ! How I want him to do this everywhere! "Ammm......" A moan escaped her mouth and he smiled.
He transferred his kiss just behind her left ear. He wanted to tug at her earlobe but she had her earrings on. Her jewellery has to go. Her big rings as well as the necklace covering her entire softness from him. I like her payals. I want to hear their noise through my life. Rest of her...I want absolutely open and naked to my touch.
" Chandani, you remember, I had said, tum mere hi naam ka dupatta pahanogi." (You'll wear your head-veil in my name only!)
" Humm, kaha tha aapne! "(Yes, you had said that!)
"To main chahata hoon tum aaj SIRF mere naam ka dupatta pahano."( So what I want is that you wear JUST the veil in my name and nothing else)
Chandani was in trance already with his honeyed sexy drawl.
" Main Pahanaau, Bhagyavaan?" (Shall I put it on for you?")
She nodded in her trance.
His fingers left her belly and came to the clasp of her necklace. He remembered how he had almost choked her on the muh dikhaayee day. His eyes numbed in the pain of having hurt her.
" I'll make every hurt vanish", He promised himself. Caressing her neck softly, he removed the necklace. Next were the rings which had always become obstacles in his clasp of her hand. Then came the earrings.
He remembered how her toes had curled when he had put them on her last time. Will her toes curl even now when I remove the earrings, his heart wondered. To his happiest astonishment, she did curl her toes. And curled her fists tightly in! Oh! My darling Chandu is very sensitive on her lobes.
Good to know! He smiled wickedly knowing exactly what he was going to do next. " what is he doing? Oh God! What is this sweet torture. I want it so much but I can't take it. My throat is constricting. My breath is coming in short gasps. " Chandani couldn't even think coherently. She tried to say something but no voice came from her mouth. Hot in passion , she turned to him and took support on his shoulder. ... only to know she was directly face to face, lip to lip with her Dev.
He knew it was time for their first kiss. He felt as scared as her, as wanting as her. He cupped her cheeks, his head dipped slowly and their lips united.
After that, there was just magic... absolute magic! Cajoling, coaxing for access, both drowned in the soft wetness of each other. Time stopped still, moments lingered by! Both were trying to satiate themselves but getting ignited more and more.
"I need to take this slow. No hurry." he admonished himself. With their lips sealed hungrily together, he touched her cheek tenderly with his fingertips. She felt the absolute care of his for her through them. Both gasped for breath.
There was a twinkle in her eyes. Dev raised his eyebrows quizzically. " Mr.Akhadu, Ajeeb, Badatameez singh Raizada, now at least you agree ki aapko meri parva hai?" she asked smilingly.( that you care for me?)
Blushing, he smiled back. Then he slowly pressed his lips against her forehead,
(I care very much, Miss badbad)" Bahut parva hai, miss Badbad. Always! When you got yourself hurt in childhood, when you came to my guest house first, when you tortured me by standing in the rain and also when I sensed your life in danger due to bomb."
He was intently looking at her. Would she ever be able to forgive him for all that he had made her go through. In the rain, when she had run towards him, hurled herself against him and hugged tightly showering kisses all over his face, she had been complaining about his torture.
His eyes stung with tears fighting to form hurriedly. She saw his pain and cupped his face immediately with love oozing from her eyes. She rubbed her cheek against his stubble.
" Aaj kisi aur Dard ki yaad nahin. Aaj sirf yeh Chubhan. No other hurt to be remembered, just the prick of this."
How he loved her! She was his salvation for life now. They were one, they had to become one.
Holding her gaze intently, his hands moved to her blouse. He had already unfastened it from behind earlier. Slowly he started pulling it down her hands. Chandani blushed hard and tried covering her body.
" Why are you shy, darling? I asked you already, tum SIRF mere naam ka dupatta pahanogi. Ab Poochhkar pahana raha hoon!"
(You would wear the veil of my name, now I have asked you before doing this.")
Without leaving her gaze even for a minute, he had skillfully removed her lehenga as well. Then took the Red dupatta from their first Roka over them.
" I told you, you looked good when I put it on you. Ab sirf isse pahano.( now just wear this)" His voice was wicked with desire.
All her garments had to go.
" Now your turn." He said wickedly and her eyes shot up in shock. " It's Ok Chandani. Main tumhara bahut purana Aashik hoon. Hak hain tumhara...mujh pe! And then you said you were fighting for your rights. So I am giving you the right...Karrro! " ( I am your old lover...you have a right...over me)
His voice was thick with desire. Her fingers quivered, breath had left her throat but every word he said was true. She wanted her right on him. He was hers for life now. Her fingers fumbled against his kurata buttons. The moment her fingers touched his bare chest, he knew it had been a bad idea. He was turned on completely.
She had just dupatta wrapped around her. He lifted her in his arms and walked towards their bed. Gently he kept her on the bed with the head resting on a pillow. Last time, when he had kept it like that, her hair had got tangled with his wrist watch. He loved her hair. He took the whole bunch in his palm and tugged behind, instantly she strained her neck. His lips came burning down on her skin and started moving downwards. Scared to death, Chandani clutched at her dupatta tightly. It was her only solace against the desire so vivid in his eyes. He tried removing it and she stopped his hand in virginal fear.
" Arre! I told you, Tum dupatte ke bina jyada achchi lagati ho. You remember, right?" He coaxed. ( you look good without the veil on)
Chandani's mind raced towards the memory of that frightening night. She left the dupatta and clutched his shoulders tight.
The dupatta was gone. It was the beginning of time for them.
Dev needed to get up. He was hard again with the night's sequences running in his mind. This just couldn't be the time, how much ever he wanted her. Their passion had sizzled through the night and sleep had engulfed them just early dawn. He wanted his Chandu to get some rest. He thought of freeing himself.
" Ammm... Tum phirse chale jaaoge Dev? Tum jaanate ho na, main tumhare bina kitna royi thee. Kitni raah dekhi thee tumhaari. Mat jao, Dev, mujhe chhod ke mat jaao", she was murmuring in her sleep.
(You'll leave again, Dev? You know, right? I had cried so much without you. How much I waited for you. Don't go, don't leave me.)
Love swelled in his heart, " My darling Ms. Badbad, neend mein bhi bolate rahati hain!!" ( She chatters in her sleep also)
He smiled. Time had come to a stand still.
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Come, let's be friends as we will do this journey together. 
I am Neha! Born and Brought up in Maharashtra; so adapted into Marathi. You must have known the saga of Baajirao-Mastani and if you're Marathi, then also the saga Rama-Madhav.
I grew up in great music and soul touching romances which perhaps don't need words. The first movie of India is made by the Great Dadasaheb Phalke from Maharshtra soil; so you can understand the passion that is ingrained in our genes.
At the start of this Saga, I bow to Lord Ganesha, I bow to Mata Sarswati, I bow to greats like Phalke
Through this Saga, you'll find a lot of romance. And musical emotions. For me, romantic love is Shiv Parvati, Radha- Krishna..... it's sacred.... it's next to God!
Nothing is taboo here in this saga.... because beauty is created by God, only so that Man learns to love.
Enjoy an example and the flavour of Marathi Soil..... how a beautiful woman is appreciated?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhwagfofCWY
The Romance has stayed, has thrived through ages and eras..... We enjoy our Romance and our Music!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GP3FIFALPYg
So come Join hands with me, let's walk together through Advay Chandni journey!!
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Madhuri @Viswasruti
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3 years ago
Read a few parts of your FF Neha. You are a wonderful writer with a special trait of touching hearts with your enchanting narrative style. Happy meeting a Marathi Mulgi [ Shobha De always proud to be called like that!] For me V Santharam pictures are a textbook type ones for the Indian culture, art, and talent. Happy meeting you Neha.