Jeeka FF:Life Isn't a Fairy Tale(Updt Pg 9 Jan 15) - Page 6

Originally posted by: snitchseeker

Pehla FF woh bhi ragedy se suru ki koi na nice one

Originally posted by: --sonali--

WOW DISHU...I HV READ IT ON ABHIYA...lets c here how it is...yup m watching anamika n found nice show.will come on forum means on our chudail AT...add me too there ...ok.love u .

Originally posted by: ..tora.tangled.

waise i haven't startd watchng the show...yet...bt i'll defo follow ur ff dishu😊thrilling and intriguing start...cntnu soon!!

Originally posted by: shyama6

u know wht u r just awesum in this thing u can wr. a story so well..!!

either it is PKYEK Or Anamika

all suits u...u r just

'BEST NARRATOR'

n thanks 4 the PM thanks a lot..!!

Loved it..!!

Originally posted by: luckdiya

ex-husband Micky 😆 😆 😆

nice strt dishu 👏 👏 👏 plz updt soon 😳

Chapter 1

"Mom, mom open your eyes. Mom, why is there so much blood on you?"A frantic Angel was shouting and shaking her mom asking her to get up, and it was this innocence which brought Jeet out of his shock and he lifted Anamika's almost lifeless body and rushed her to his car. Little Angel followed behind running and asking,"Who are you? Where are you taking my Mom?"

"I am taking your mom to hospital beta. Come with me." Jeet replied to Angel in an anguished voice.

Angel hopped into the car and Jeet sped to the nearest hospital after securely placing Anamika on the back seat. And then began Anamika's fight between life and death. Jeet sat outside the OT and the long wait to know if Anamika was alright, took him to the far away land of memories. Memories which he never truly forgot. Memories which had haunted him each day and night in these 7 years.

He still remembered the first time he had seen her. She was crying alone near the forest in the middle of the night. Jeet had tried to ask her who she was and why she was crying, but she had just ran away from there without saying anything. Jeet had been puzzled by this behaviour, and a little annoyed too but he could not forget her tears-stricken face for a long time after that until he had seen her again an early morning about to jump off a cliff. Jeet used to visit that area every morning during vacations for his morning walk. To say he was shocked to see her about to take such a drastic step would have been an understatement. He had rushed and pulled her back just in time to prevent her from jumping. Her face was tear-stricken again and all she said that day shocked and angered Jeet, "Don't you dare come near me ever again, do you get that!" and she had ran away from there.

Jeet did not meet her after that for quite some time, but that did not stop him from wondering what could force a mere 16 year old girl to take such a drastic step. Could she be one of those students who take their lives just because she got bad marks in her boards? But in that case she would have already killed herself a month back as such incidents happen right after results. A month is usually more than enough for such students to accept the result and move on. So no, that could not have been the case. Then, what was the reason why she had taken such step. To till this date Jeet had no answer to that question. He decided to ask her this question a month later when he had seen her in his own school. But somehow she always sent him running away with her rudeness. She was not in the same class as him and so he did not even know her name. Every time he had tried asking any of her classmates about her, she had appeared from nowhere and forced him to run away. She had even accused him of stalking her and complained to the teacher about him which landed him in quite a soup. Yet he could not hold a grudge against her and still wondered and dreamt about her. He still wanted to know about her, to understand what pain drove her to suicide, to know the real face behind that rudeness mask.

That she was hiding behind a mask became clear to him when he was playing tennis with his classmate in the playground just below the Physics lab. He felt someone watching him from above and the fallen glass piece near the net showed him who was watching him. It was her. She had her Physical practical class at that time and teacher was on leave. Jeet was quite surprised to see her watching him. He pretended to not notice her and continued on with the game occasionally glancing at the glass piece which made him sure that it was him only whom she was watching. She was biting her nails when he was about to miss a slightly wide shot but had a wide smile on her face when he managed to hit the ball. That was the first time he had ever seen her smiling and her smile had stirred a few strings in his heart which he could not understand at that time. He tried waving at her after winning that match but she had disappeared from the window before he could even raise his head up.

After the match Jeet felt and noticed her stealing glancing at him from a distance many times. At times he even noticed a scowl on her face when Rano was trying to cling on to him too much. But things never moved beyond those few stolen moments between them. She still continued to pretend that she does not want him anywhere near her and that she hates him if he would ever come face to face with her. And so, she and even her name remained a mystery to Jeet till it was time for their farewell ' their last day at school. Jeet was dancing with his friends at the dance floor constructed on the school stage and she was standing alone in the grounds watching him while pretending to be getting bored. She was standing a few feet away from Rano who was constantly waving at Jeet to ask her for dance. And then Jeet had decided ' this was his last chance. He had to do something. He can't just go on playing this stupid game. He stepped down the dance floor and started walking towards her with a determined smile on his face. Rano was giggling excitedly with her friends and was ready to jump in Jeet's embrace, but he did not even look in her direction. He walked past Rano, towards her. He looked into her deep eyes, held out his hand and asked, "May I!" She did not took his hand immediately but kept staring at him. Jeet's confidence started crumbling. Was she going to refuse, or worse still will she laugh at him or even worse, will she shout at him in front of whole school? He lowered his eyes and was about to pull his hand back to himself and leave, but just then he felt a feather soft feminine hand placed in his warm masculine one. With a little surprise he looked up and saw her smiling at him. She blinked her eyes to signal her approval for dance and Jeet gave her his widest smile. He took her to the dance floor much to Rano's shock and the DJ who till now was playing fast peppy numbers suddenly changed to a romantic song as Jeet and Anamika started dancing. The song was playing

kuchh khaas hai kuchh paas hai, kuchh ajanabi ehsaas hai

kuchh duriyaan najdikiyaan, kuchh hans padi tanhaayiyaan

kya yeh khumaar hai, kya aitbaar hai, shaayad yeh pyaar hai,

and they were losing themselves in their dance forgetting their surroundings

kuchh saanz hai jaage se jo kal soye; alfaaz hai chup se nashe mein khoye

nazar hi samjhaaye yeh guftgu saari; koyi aarju mein hai angadaayi pyaari

kya yeh khumaar hai, kya aitbaar hai,shaayad yeh pyaar hai, pyaar hai shaayad

na inkaar hai, na ikraar hai, shaayad yeh pyaar hai,

They were touching each other real close now unknown of being watched by the whole school

kehna hi kya tera dakhal na koyi; dil ko dikha dil ki shakal ka koyi

dil se bhi meri ik shart yeh aisi; laage jeet si mujhako yeh haar hai kaisi

kyun yeh pukaar hai, kyun bekaraar hai, shaayad yeh pyaar hai, pyaar hai shaayad

jaadu sawaar hai, na ikhtiyaar hai, shaayad yeh pyaar hai,

Jeet was about to almost kiss her when a gasp from Rano brought them to their reality and with a shock she ran away. An equally shocked Jeet ran behind her asking her to stop. "Wait, please wait! Please at least tell me your name"

"Anamika! And don't come after me ever again!" she said and ran away with tears falling down her eyes.

That was the last time Jeet saw her until today.