FF- Treacherous Fate [Thread #2 (Obscured Fate)] Chapter 26- Page 17 - Page 13

Originally posted by: jyotic74

Niki...got it...waiting for the next

Originally posted by: Natasha_1234

I love all your updates!! The ones with amar especially!
Update soon

Originally posted by: Aru_A

You Niki!
You are so...*huffs*
Honestly, Unbelievable is the word for you!
Yaar, he kya Hota hai!!
Matlab, I don't even know how to express myself.
I know I rarely comment or even leave a single word for praise or something, par yaar, this is...I don't know.
Simply, this is one story jiska update I never leave... (Gosh, just had an idea, why don't you publish this tale on Wattpad?)
And I have some questions and some rushes of emotions after every update, but ofcourse, if I give my time to commenting, I might just stay away from all of my books, which ofcourse is not healthy for a science student.
Anyway...
Now, as far as I can remember, there was this Phool update that I know...
It reminded me of Highway, exactly the same situation.
But, who exactly is/was that guy? Have we read about him before? He could be some...I have wild guesses...
And you Niki, you are studying English, yet you have so much knowledge about such syndromes and stuff...how????
Then, Amar Singh...Songara Suryavanshi...ahem ahem...
He's missing Prithika (who will drink the dictionary from a straw while eating milky bars) the 'itch' and then he is curious about his family but he doesn't know about Prithika's side and is thinking of sneaking out and his innocence at stake, he finds out about his Suryavanshi family (oh I wanted to tell you something. The very less known fact about the surname of Mewari Rajputs. They are Sisodia. However, since the story has sunk in so well with Suryavanshi, it would be better the same way!) and he gets to know about the war with the Suryavanshi family (gosh I love the description of the study) and then gets to know that he himself is a Suryavanshi. Woahhh!!! Girl you!!!
The engraving of Pratap's name...my eyes were wide.
And after this broken comment, coming to Ajabdeh.
The detective work I wanted to do in the previous season I believe, when we saw Raj Rana Bahadur in the kitchen romance scene. Ajabdeh was alive, but the text was italicizes, suggesting a flashback since even Raj Rana Bahadur was alive there while he was declared dead (burnt to death, that must be terrible!) We also saw Ajabdeh surrounded by goons with her ligament torn and Pratap reaching when she is hit and her nose starts bleeding with no future nite of that incident until this day, when Pratap declares her dead.(I was horrified!) and then...that little hint you left above to a reader...Ajabdeh BAIJILAL. And I remember Patta saying, "Baijilal never loses." Gosh! What exactly is on! Better we brace ourselves...
PS- Sajja baiii!!! She is awesome as always! With her aachar and chutneys...I always love her in this care free manner. She is brilliant. And her over active granddaughter- "Dadima!!! Who is Pratap!!!??" That was superb! So waiting for her reaction. Maybe what I thought, she chokes first in shock, then she might have a smile remembering the lovely son Pratap, and then, she'll tell Prithika something like, "Time will give you the answers you want and when Prithika interrogates again, she might divert the talk to her granddaughter's new friend and Prithika starts about Amar and the possibilities are endless.
PPS- Do I really need to say that I'm waiting?

Chapter - 26

A MONTH EARLIER (Part - 3)

"What were you thinking? Have you lost your mind?" Shobha Mishra spit out angrily. Her eyes blazed with furious tears as she stared at the silent figure in front of her.

"Shobha..." Chakrapani began.

"Shut up." She snarled. "I am talking to you Pratap. What the freaking hell were you thinking? He is your son. How could you?"

"How could I what Shobha?" Pratap turned to face her. "Tell him the truth? Make him aware that Raj Rana Bahadur is not the first personal death we faced?" his face hardened. "You may not like it Shobha but it was time for him to know."

Shobha gave a choked sob. "He is six, Pratap. Six. A child. You could have told him a few years later. Let him enjoy his normal childhood a bit more."

"Normal?" Pratap scoffed, "there is nothing normal about anything. Do you think this is normal?" he asked gesturing around. "Being locked in a castle, no connections to the outer world, no friends, no joy, no happiness. I would rather he knows the truth and faces this than unknown."

"He is not crying Pratap. Simply sitting quietly on his bed. He didn't eat lunch either."

Pratap closed his eyes.

"He is hurting Pratap."

"I know."

"He is in shock!" Shobha burst out her hysterical voice echoing the walls. "He is hurting real bad. Pratap I cannot see him like this. I may not have given birth to him but he is my son Pratap. I am the only mother he has known. I have a right to him too. You simply cannot dump a bomb as this on him without telling me first."

Pratap gave a long sigh, and turned to face the bedraggled woman.

"I am sorry." His face was tight with weariness. "I should have told you. But the time was right. He had to know now, or else it would have been too late."

A pregnant silence followed his words.

Maan gave a weary sigh. "God, it has been such a long time since everything was normal wasn't it?"

"Yeah" Som put in his two cents, "all of us happy and living our lives. Everything cut and clear, and no troubles at all other than who is wooing who and how."

"Wrong." As usual Vyeni had to speak against them. "There was never any peace or normality. Only an illusion beneath which conspiracies were brewing."

Pratap gave a reluctant smile. "And as usual you are right." He walked towards the table and lifted a framed photograph of a woman.

Ajabde.

He gently touched her beaming visage.

"It feels like a different reality" his voice deeper and heavier. "All of us were free, happy. RaniMaa was there and A-Ajabde" he choked abruptly, "and now; all gone. Feels like they never even existed."

He turned to look at the people he trusted the most in the world. "You all could have gone away. But I brought you in this mess too. Endangered your lives, trapped you in this game you have no part in." He stared at Shobha's teary eyes, Chakrapani's tired face; Maan's weariness visible, Som pale and drawn; Vyeni stood stiff and stern, his eyes blank. "I am sorry."

The door clambered shut with a thud.

Pratap went towards the desk and sat down on his chair.

"What are you not telling others?"

Pratap closed his eyes. "Som."

Som Bharadwaj stepped out of the corner he stood in and stared at his friend almost sternly. It was quite eerie for there was no hint of the playfulness he carried with him.

"You didn't go out with the others." It was a statement, no hint of a query.

"I have questions."

"You always do." Pratap smiled grimly. "I cannot hide anything from you, can I?"

Som huffed. "To hide, one needs to be able to pull the wool over the others' eyes. I have known you for too long for you to do that. You forget, I was your first friend, first accomplice and killed my first by your orders."

Pratap gave his friend a piercing stare. "Things I do many, but forget is not one of them. Ask what you want to."

Som exhaled. "What exactly did you tell Amar?"

Pratap chuckled and slowly it gave away to a full blown laughter. There was no merriness in the laugh, no happiness, no joyousness. The tones bounced the walls in an ominous way. Som stiffened. "Caught it, eh? Good."

He got up and leaned across his desk staring at the carvings on the desk in a different manner.

"I told my son," Pratap began etching his words artfully, "that Jagmaal, Sagar, Shakti and Dheerbai Bhatiyani killed his mother."

Som felt a headache building up. "Pratap, have you actually gone mad? What in the world possessed you to tell him that? You lied..."

Pratap pierced him with a blazing glare.

He swallowed audibly. "We don't have any proof."

"Proof" Pratap gave a smile tinged with bitterness, his eyes speaking a different story, "that's what makes the world go round. Proof." He heaved a sudden chuckle. "Proof that they hid. Proof that I didn't have. Proof whose absence allows them to walk free. Proof because of which I couldn't allow my wife justice. Proof."

He suddenly stiffened. "But, Som" he turned towards his friend and Som was disturbed to see the feverish glint in his eyes, "proof cannot change the right from the wrong. Cannot make false the truth and truth false."

"Pratap" Som took a deep breath, "you are right. Proof doesn't change the truth. But its absence doesn't make us right either. Jagmaal and Shakti attacked you, framed you in business front. Sagar lured Ajabde Baisa to the trap. Your mother conned you. But..."

Pratap whirled around furious. "That woman is no mother of mine."

"Oh well" Som shouted losing his patience, "telling assumptions to your son in the guise of truth isn't right either. You are making his opinions. Deluding him."

Pratap leaned onto the desk. "I am not." He gave a long stare as he regained his composure.

"Amar is a lot like me. Once he gets over his shock, he will try to find out what I didn't tell him."

Som frowned at the abrupt change of track. "I don't understand. What does this have to do with..."

"I will let him."

"What!"

"I will let him know all I do. The assumptions and the lack of proofs. And then you have to do something for me."

Som bit his lip. "What do I have to do?"

"On the last of the month, loosen the security a bit, so..."

Som yelped. "Are you by of chance missing something? Something important called Brain?"

Pratap rolled his eyes. "What I am saying is loosen it enough that Amar can hack it and sneak out."

Som narrowed his eyes. "Sneak out where?"

Pratap smiled, his eyes cold. "To my dearest family. You see its time for some family reunion."

Som shook his head. "You, Pratap Songara who has done everything to keep his son safe is allowing that very son to enter a pit of venomous snakes."

Pratap scoffed. "Do you seriously think I would allow him to get out without protection? He is my son. And my most precious thing in the entire world. He is what I can love whole-heartedly, Som. I am not sending him to danger. He needs to be there because soon my plans are going to unfold."

Som was bewildered. "What plans? You didn't tell us anything."

"Not yet but I will. Soon."

Pratap had a calculating look on his face.

"They have enjoyed their freedom and win for a long time. I have waited patiently for years. Now it is my turn."

PRESENT TIME

"How are you today Phool?" she asked as she made herself comfortable on the couch.

"Feel at home Krishnaa" Phool smirked drily.

"Rest assured" Krishnaa Vaibhabi Mourya retorted, "I always do."

Phool grinned. "It's good to see you."

Krishnaa gave her a curious look. "Is it? Funny. People are generally cursing their fate when they meet me. So tell me why have you called me here? Surely not to talk about the sudden bout of illness' that looks to have struck you, which I don't believe a bit."

"That's why I like you. Straight to the point."

Krishnaa shrugged. "I like myself too."

"Anyway" Phool interrupted ignoring the last bit her visitor muttered, "I need a favour from you."

Krishnaa sat up straight. "Favour? What is it you need exactly?"

Phool took a deep breath. "I need you to find me someone."

Krishnaa narrowed her eyed. "Someone? No problem. Give me the name, one photograph, if not either one of them will do. However if you had them you could have chosen any Private Eye. But you came to me. So ..."

Phool gave a pointed look. "I have neither the name nor photograph."

"Tell me Princess" Krishnaa leaned forwards, "why should I help you?"

Phool gave a smile and handed out a cheque.

Krishnaa's eyes widened.

"It's a blank check. Fill in as many zeroes as you want. But this is just the fees. Your reward is something else."

Krishnaa's eyes met hers in a snap.

"Reward?"

Phool leaned forward. "How would you feel to know that I would deny the best lawyer in Rajput Community from taking up my case in favour of another lawyer whoever you provide?"

A slow smile spread across her face. "Well done Princess. You are not as innocent as everyone thinks."

Phool cocked her head. "He will be very insulted."

"Yep, especially if he is to lose the case to one with whom he has an ongoing rivalry." Krishnaa exhaled and smiled broadly. "And I know just the person."

"So" Phool rubbed hands. "Do we have a deal?"

Krishnaa stared at her for some time and nodded. "Deal. Tell me whom do you want me to find?"

Phool's gaze drifted to the beautiful sapphire ring which sat on her finger.

"Someone very close to me. Someone I believed I would never meet again and I have recently found belief that she is alive and near."

Krishnaa frowned. "Be specific Phool."

"She is my soul sister. My angel. And my saviour. I want you to find my babysitter Pari."