The Jainandini Chronicles| NEW UPDATE| PART 9| PG. 45 - Page 2

i am ready to read whatever u type...coz know its gona be awesome...plz pm me when u update...

i prefer Akash with Chikki as well. Hope he finds a job and keeps busy. yes Jai Nandini deserves someone of her own, the one that wasn't in love or promised to her sister. Someone of her own, like we all want.👏

Hi Reeha sweetheart 🤗

Looking forward to reading this! A new angle! Should be very interesting!

Originally posted by: -Mais-

hmmm, not bad. I always liked J, dunno why she was like that in UVC. Was going to say something about that to you but since you are writing this fic, so I shut up. Nice one, want to see how you handle it.

hehehe😳

That was intentional mind you. This has been in my head for a while and Anhdara's feedback about J sort of solidified the idea. I actually had a dream about JN's story, believe it or not.

PART ONE

To be a princess?

Jainandini

What is it about these two that I just want to go and shoot myself? It's absolutely pathetic how they look at each other from across the dining table. Just disgusting. Meeting each other's gaze, then looking away, smiling slightly, and then looking away again. Her cheeks get all red from the attention, and he grins ear to ear between his conversation with Dad and DS. I think they're playing footsie, because her feet keep on moving. Someone stop this High school love story before I overdose on the hormones. I look around the table and soak in my family. Dad sits at his designated spot, speaking about some business venture with Uday, in regards to some company in the US. Mom is to his left, eating her meal and discretely looking at Manyata and Uday. She can't take get rid of the smile that's been plastered on her face. Unnati sits further down near mom, making polite conversation with her- something about Gucci and the new collection. Been there, worn that. Further down, there's Uday. Right now, he's talking to DS, being the suck up that he is. OK, I take that back. He isn't a suck up, he's respectful, and truly does love my grandmother like his own- after all, he was raised like he was her grandson. And soon enough he will he be her grand-son-in-law. Then of course, at the end of the table, at the helm of this ship and empire, is DS. She looks like she does everyday: regal, refined, composed and determined. She does so many things at once, looks at Manyata and Udayveer- a look of approval stamped right across her face; speaks with Unnati, Dad and Mom, and sends a smile over to me. She seems to do that a lot these days. I'll find myself just looking around, and she'll force me to meet her eyes, and she'll smile. I know what she's trying to do- make me feel better. But she doesn't get it. No one does. To DS's right sits the apple of everyone's eye. She looks nothing like the girl who threw water on me at the mall. Gone is the tacky uniform, and braided hair. She's sitting at this table, refined, in a Ritu Kumar Suit her hair open in waves framing her face. Those hands are now soft, manicured and polished. When she speaks it doesn't sound like an illiterate Bollywood wannabee, and she actually likes being around the palace.

Then there's me. Jainandini. I honestly don't know what people think about me anymore. I used to the Rajkumari J, simply the top of the social food chain- both in school and socially. And then, I had been given the title of Becoming Uday's wife. The possibility of becoming Jaighard's Queen. Finally being the Heiress, and not the spare. That hadn't lasted long. In a blink of an eye, I was second again. And no one gave a damn. No one thought about me dressed in my Rhoka outfit. Ring in hand, ready to become Uday's Fiancee. No one thought about the reporters waiting, the guests in the hall. No one heard the whispers of pity, snarky laughs of my peers, and sneers from other girls. I did. I heard all of it. No one came to see if it had mattered. No one asked. No one cares. And I don't need them to care anymore, because it's obvious they won't. Whatever.

I look towards my left, where Vijay Bhai and then Bhua Sahb would sit. It's empty. They had headed out to great Bhau Sahb's in laws who will be visiting and flying out soon. Thank god. I miss Vijay Bhai, because he can make me smile. Honestly, he may not care if I'm happy or not- he just likes entertainment, but at least his humor lightens the atmosphere. Lost in thought, I'm surprised to hear Uday speak to me- he hasn't done so in a while.

Uday: J, you would know, wouldn't you?

Me: Pardon, know what?

Uday: Where Manyata can find a ball gown- the ball coming up in 3 months for Oxford Alumni.

Me: Not here, you'd have to fly out for the best selection.

I can't believe I'm talking to the jerk like it's not a big deal. The Oxford Ball. Each year, they hold a huge ball for all of the alumni- proceeds go towards Children's Hospitals across the globe. They auction off items, and there is a huge sit down dinner. I've always wanted to go, but you need to either be an Alumni or be the companion of one. Dad always takes mom- as it's essentially a couple's event. And I went to Eton, not Oxford.

Manyata: Thank you J, perhaps you and I could go together.

Yeah right Jeeji, right after hell freezes over.

Me: Sure.

And after their need is fulfilled the two go back to their gag worthy romance. Spare me, please. At first I had felt so much anger towards Uday. Simply because he had left me in a heartbeat for the Heiress. But I can't even hold that grudge against him anymore- because he actually loves her. It's painfully obvious. He's still the same jerk he's always been: self-confident, charming, smart, and obnoxious- but it's different now. There is a constant smile on his face when he looks at her, words are spoken through looks. He acts differently around her, than he used- never has he acted like that with any other girl- myself included. I'd never thought I'd see the day when he'd be in love. But his love is so bright, sometimes I feel a little smile on my face, seeing it: too be so in love- there must be some type of magic in it.

Then there's Manyata. She's changed as well- actually turning into princess Material. I have to give her enough credit there; I had not expected her to change so well. I guess her ex-lover by Akash had helped her, but being so psychotic. And here I had hoped her love for him would outweigh any change she could go through- but that hadn't been the case. She's moved out of my room, and has her own now, and is constantly caught up in her lessons. She does try to speak with me, and I will speak with her if I must in front of the family. But I don't want to talk to her. I can't. She doesn't feel an ounce of anything for me- there is no remorse for her, over the fact of what I've been through. She doesn't care, and why would she? She doesn't know me, she doesn't even like me. Why would she care that I'm second to her in everything? Why would it matter? First Place doesn't care about the second. They're too busy enjoying their victory.

And then there's her face...she's also in love. It's obvious, and I'm sorry, but I'm not enough of a good person to happily listen to her talking about her dates, how much fun they had, were they went and all that other stuff. I can't do that. I don't want to be her best friend and listen to her love life. Yes because it's Uday...but more so because...I deserve that too. Don't I?

I can't sit there and listen to her go on and on...when I know for a fact that I've lost any chance of gaining that someday. Who wants seconds? Who wants someone who was cast aside? I was made a fool out of. First Jaghad, and then Udayveer. Publicly, two high profile males had been courting me, and I had come out empty handed.

I go out now, and although there is the outer layer of chatting, smiles and conversation, I've heard it all. Through their actions: snide remarks, wondering what must have been wrong in the younger princess, for her to be cast aside twice...not only adults but people my age. Where can I find love, when every avenue has been prematurely butchered.? No man looks at me without wondering what trait is in me to be jilted twice- and no woman is saintly enough to not feel some level of satisfaction at my scenario.

I used to enjoy being Rajkumari J...and for some reason, I wish for a day, I wouldn't have to be me anymore.

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After Dinner the royal palace was quite. Uday and Unnati had left after coffee in the parlor, Manyata had ventured into her room, and Brijraj was enjoying a night cap, while watching some cricket highlights on the TV. Normally, J would choose to go out with friends, or tag along with Uday. The first wasn't fun anymore- simply because all K and L wanted to talk about was Uday, and how he was doing with Manayta- and how she felt about it. The second was out of the question. Uday didn't care for her. Not only that but Vijay was gone for the time being at least. So she decided to give up watching the rerun of America's Next Top Model and head in for the night. Perhaps she should have stayed there for a moment or two. Just so she wouldn't have heard Komal and Rajmata's conversation.

The two women where is the study speaking in level tones, but the words were sharp and clear. DS sat in her chair, and Komal across her. Both with serious looks on their faces.

Komal: Ma Sahb, we should speak to J about this, her attitude is not helping the situation.

DS: Komal, she hasn't done anything to Manyata since that night they both had a fight, and Manyata asked for a seperate room.

Komal: She hasn't Ma Sahb, but the way she acts towards Manyata, it's so cold...she isn't getting to know her sister. And Manyata has made every effort. Like tonight at the Dining table, Manyata suggested Shopping for the ball gown, and J's reply? A simple "Sure" to appease everyone!

DS: Komal, what more can we ask her to do? She isn't being rude, she hasn't said anything. What do you want?

Komal: That's it Ma Sahb! She isn't saying anything, that's the problem; she needs to communicate with Manyata. Have you read some of the papers? The things they're writing about the two sisters hating each other? Some call J a receiver of sloppy seconds, other call Manyata a man Steeler. All of this nonsense would stop if J would forget the past and move on. I want better for her.

DS: We all do Komal. We all do. But give it time. J is a smart girl, she will eventually warm up to Manyata, and so long as she maintains her princess duties, and her inner feelings don't interfere with whatever Progress Manyata is making, it shouldn't matter. And these trashy papers will write what they want; it's their bread and butter after all.

Clutching her phone tight in her hands, J made her way to her room. No one came to her defense. At all. There was no, Oh, well how the hell do you expect her to act... should she be doing back flips? instead there was a constant expectation that she would simply forget and be alright. And she had. Or at least part of her had. But the other part was resentful. Simply because her family had essentially screwed her over, without thinking of the consequences- the consequences she was left alone to face. Irritated that the first person her mother always thought about and gave credit to, she felt tears well up in her eyes. But she quickly restrained herself.

She knew she wasn't a saint of a daughter- there were so many moments were she wished she could take words back. But words, once spoken were always there to remember. She didn't know why, but sometimes jealousy got the best of her, and things came out of her mouth. And although she didn't mean the words, she couldn't stand people who didn't abide by what they stated, hence why the outer layer of unapproachable and unattainable had gotten so strong. But she worried that this layer was preventing her from receiving some of the most vital relationships in her life. Her mother, had forgotten about her- not just because of Manyata, but because she had pushed her away. Komal was loving, caring and sweet- always has been...but even she has limits to the amount of attitude she can handle before simply leaving an insolate child alone. Her grandmother still held the same amount of concern she always had...but was otherwise preoccupied with Manyata's transformation. Her father...although he loved her, and she didn't doubt he did- he was busy getting to know his oldest child...but although she understood this fact, it didn't stop her from being insecure enough to wonder if he was forgetting her. After all, she had always been a daddy's girl.

Shutting the door behind her, and throwing the phone on the bed, she headed towards the vanity to clean up for the night. She removed all the makeup, tied up her hair and looked at her face. It looked much younger without all of the applied products, but it made her feel vulnerable. At least with the makeup she knew that there was some protection: people see the glamour, the sophistication, the royal title. But once it was all removed, at the end of the day...she was just a girl.

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OK. Same Idea as the UVCs...We get J's perspective of things. I don't know if I want flashbacks. I'll see what comes to me.

This is the first chapter, and I'm laying out ground work for the next few sections. Trust me- I have it planned out😉 So be a little patient. Please keep in mind that this DOES Corrilate to The UVCs and to the RCs. You don't have to read the one to understand the other, but allusions are made to other instances from the latter two- just incase you're wondering what something is in the story.

NOW...this is where things get funny. I've thought of a name for the Lead male in this. I really have. BUT if you have a name you really like, or think will work out with JN. PM it to me please. 😆

As always, please leave your thoughts- especially for this one, since it's "a little different"

OH.and if someone has a name Idea, feel free to PM me that as well, I'm completely lost, and I've thought about Calling it "The JN Chornicles" but it doesnt have nice ring to it🤔

-Reeha 🤗

Originally posted by: arryline

Ya this is intresting Reeha J has a reason to be mean and her story is surely something to look forward too.I'm in

but...you're a Jakash fan!😲...does that mean I can convert you into a Jai+______ one😉😆?

that good

That was something completely different