The Jainandini Chronicles| NEW UPDATE| PART 9| PG. 45 - Page 6

Originally posted by: virgo24

Reeha,

Thank-You for taking the time in creating and sharing a refreshing chronicle. I always liked Princess Jainandini. I also emphasized with her when her engagement broke and how she did not receive much closure; and also how her life has always been influenced by Princess Manyata-- be it her absence or the return of Princess Manyata.

Princess Jainandini is not a bad character, however she too has grey shades. I do not like how her sister calls her: Jaighamandini, especially since it does not appear to be light hearted sister teasing or fighting.

In Dekha Ek Khwab, I look forward to seeing Princess Manyata understand her sister's perspective and how she had impacted her life; genuinely develop a relationship of respect, equality while making other members of the family realize how they have made Jainandini feel and to rectify that. Secondly, I would like Jainandini to have her Rajkumar, someone who will love her, respect her and make her feel like the Princess she is since she deserves that-- every girl does.

Warm Regards,

Virgo

thank you for such a lovely post Virgo! First off well said- J's life has always been shaped and influenced by Manyata's presense or lack therefore of, even if she had grown up with her sister, she would still have been shaped via her sister's existence. But Manyata simply is- with or without J- being in the picture. Amazing, isnt it?

YOU SHOULD MAKE MANYATA'S CHRONICLES.

Originally posted by: dimpzz

Reeha! 🤗
I've been really really wanting to read something on J! And this is what i exactly wanted to read, what jainandini feels like!😃
I've always had a soft corner for J. And yes of course her being rude to M has a reason, she wasn't this way before. Its just that M gets all the limelight and no one even cares about J, the way they used to, so that is what has brought the change in her.

Trust me i may be one of the happiest persons that you are writing 'The Jainandini Chronicles'!
And having someone actually fall in love J! i would really love to see that!
Really really looking forward to read the next update!
Do update soon!😳

love
Navpreet

Gah! I'm glad you liked the first part Navpreet! And I'm so happy to know that there are plenty of Manveer lovers that still want some happiness for J! hopefully I'll do a well enough job to do her complex charecter some justice.😃

Originally posted by: Peda

Hi Reeha

Im not really a J fan cause in my opinion she is responsible for much of her lonliness. Her engagement not happening wasn't her fault but she could have stuck wit Jaghad instead of making a play for Uday then she probably would have been engaged by now. I'm reading this ff cause I really enjoy your writing. So please add me to your pm list .

Thanks

Ps pls update soon

I do agree with you, she is responsible for part of her lonliness, as those who are lonely should do something about it...but there are other factors as well; as for Jaghad, I don't blame her making a play for Uday when he was letting her believe he was hers for the taking- I mean,l which girl wouldnt😆. Thank you for reading though, and I hope the story will allow you to have a softer spot for J eventually. Who knows, Maybe you'll learn to love J + ________ as a couple some day😉

Originally posted by: aysha1989

Hi Reeha... You have done a wonderful job...
I have always felt for JN... True she's wounded and no one cared for her... I agree that getting closer to her is not easy but people don't react all the same when they are hurt...
About the first part... My eyes were filled with tears... Incredibly beautiful and touching...
I'm really looking forward to read more... Please do continue soon 😊

I'll do my best to ensure that more people feel a little more for J, like you do. I'm glad you've enjoyed it so far 😊

Originally posted by: shrarrti

Reeha! I had no idea you had started a new ff! I just came across it today. Be careful! You're making me fell sorry for J! If only they'd show more of this side of her, she might have fans for more than just her clothing! 😆

PREEET <3

PART TWO

to find prince charming?

Jainandini

I don't know where I am for a moment, or how I got there, but I recognize the place instantly. It's a the night club near Eton's campus, on the outskirts of the University's residence. The place looks the same, dark, bright spot lights, and loud music. You can feel the music reverberating through you, the beat, constant, loud and thumping. The words of the singer are inaudible. People move all around you, up against each other, talking, laughing, or simply holding on to one another. And in an instant, everyone is gone.

The music is still playing though, it's so loud I can barely hear my thoughts.

Someone taps my shoulder. It's Aditya. A boy who had asked me out while I was at Eton. He laughs, his face so cynical as he stares down at me.

Aditya: It's funny isn't it, how high strung you were- putting down every boy that came around, wondering if you'd like to go out to dinner?

I remembered. He had been so sweet, and had helped me in one of the mandatory Math classes- he had been a little on the nerdy side, but still a nice guy. And I had been so cruel when he had clumsily asked me out to dinner. The things I had said, in front of everyone, making a joke out of him.

Me: I..Aditiya...I...

But before I can muster an apology together, he's gone, and I'm alone again. I look down at the black strappy Jimmy Choos, and wonder, what the hell I'm doing in this place alone. Someone whistles behind me, and I turn to see who it is.

It's Darren. The Rugby player from my High-school. He looks the same, tall, blond and Handsome.

Me: Darren, what are you doing here?

Darren: Just wanted to see if you were still so stuck up? How does it feel J, being alone, after you've left a trail of broken hearts?

Me: I never...

Darren: Yes you did. You were a Man eater J- it's funny isn't it. Now you're the one being eaten?

And he's gone.

I feel tears welling up in my eyes, and suddenly my shoes have changed into strappy indian heels. My black strapless cocktail dress...is a...it's a red lehnga. My hands have mehndi all over them. Oh god. Oh god.

It's Jahgad. He's standing right beside me looking down'almost disappointed.

Jagad: I would have loved you J. But you couldn't have been bothered.

Me: I'm sorry! I...it wasn't up to me!

Jagad: Oh you will be sorry.

And he's gone.

The music has gotten louder, and...for some reason I can't breathe. The tears which have been sitting in my eyes are finding their way out...I... I need to get out of here.

I turn around and bump into someone. Looking up, I see it's Uday. He's dressed in a white shirvani, ready to go to a wedding.

I life my hands to touch his shoulder, just to make sure he's real. Please be real.

But he steps away, and laughs.

Uday: Thank god I got out of it while I could. Aren't you going to congratulate me on getting married J?

I look towards where his gaze is headed, and I see Manayta, dressed in a wedding lehnga. She looks beautiful. At one point in time I would have wanted to shoot her...but I don't feel that way now- I simply feel bittersweet envy.

Me: Congratulations. To the both of you.

And they're gone as I say the words.

The music beats louder, and my head hurts. I hear laughter, it's strong enough to overshadow the music. It's K and L. Thank God. I run towards them both, as they hold themselves shaking from laughter.

K: Oh look L! This used to be the girl who thought she was above everyone.

L: Ha! Not above enough to be alone.

K circles around me, looking at me up and down

K: Exactly, I guess the designer outfits, awesome face and killer body can't help you know Princess J. Being the Queen B*tch doesn't always pay off now, does it?

I life my finger to tell this cow off. But she's gone.

The music turns off, and all I can hear now is my own heavy breathing and the sound my outfit makes as I sit down onto the floor. The lengha flared around me. My shoulders feel so heavy, and eyes so weary from the tears sitting in on them. I rest my head on my arms resting across my knees. And some tears make their way out, in silent streams. I just want someone to want me. I'll be better I promise. I'll be better.

I feel a sort breath near my ear, and a strange voice, whispers in my ear.

I'll always be here.

I turn around but he's walking away, I can't tell who he is, his back is turned towards me. I do my best to get up and run after him, but the god damn lengha is stopping me, I don't know how but suddenly the lengha is gone, and I'm in sweat pants and a t-shirt, running after him.

Me: WAIT! Wait for me please!

I finally catch up to him, my hand reaching up to touch his shoulder. I don't know why but there is anticipation building in my belly, a silly smile encroaching my face. Finally, I can see who he is

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP

I open my eyes to the irritating noise taking over, and see that the alarm I had requested last night is ringing, on time as expected. I sit up and turn it off. Exactly one minute later, the help comes in to open the curtains and start getting my clothing out for this morning. It's 6AM, and breakfast is at 7. I look around my room, and finally close my eyes to picture him. this reoccurring dream or nightmare, has been happening for a few nights now, and I always wake up when I finally reach him. I don't know who he is, what he looks like and what the heck I've been eating before bed, that makes me so anxious to see him. It's different each time. The people will change, but the message is still the same, "You're lonely, because you deserve it" Which may be true. But right when I begin to believe it...that I deserve my loneliness...he comes and pulls me back from the brink. He becomes my lifeline...but I don't know who he is.

I go brush my teeth and wash my face...and as I look into the mirror I remember something. I had been running after him...in track gear? I used to go running all the time at Eton, but I'd have a bodyguard two feet behind me. I haven't gone in a long time-perhaps it's just my body's way of telling me to go out and do the activity I loved to do so often, and haven't done so in a while. I ignore the Versace dress sitting on my bed and pull out some comfortable LuLu Lemon track pants in grey, and a light blue tank top. I walk over to the vanity, and decided better then to place make up on before working up a sweat, I sweep up my hair into a messy bun, and slather on some sunscreen.

I make my way out of my room and into the hall. Everyone is most likely getting ready for breakfast, I glance at the time...It's only 6:15. I should be back before then, but just in case, I tell someone.

Me: Anjali, I'm going for a run, I'll be back before breakfast.

Anjali: Ji Rajkumari.

I make my way outside, and see the driver in the lot...Hmmm...drive to the beach for a run? Or run to the beach for a run? OR.

Me: Driver. Can you take Dad's bike out of the Garage?

And he goes and brings out the black bicycle. I don't know what brand it is, but it's at least a decade old and my father's favorite, but it's been kept like it's brand new.

Smiling at the moments where we would go biking together I hop on and speed off, and it feels like I'm flying.

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It hadn't been easy biking into the busy streets, but the beach was not far from their palace, which allowed her to make it to her destination in one piece. Vendors were up and running, taking orders and people lining up. Cars were already clogging up the main streets and intersections. And in between the hustle and bustle the princess, dressed as a commoner was happily weaving through traffic on her bicycle. She had always been an athletic girl-never a tomboy, but athletic. Enjoying Biking, gymnastics and running, she had excelled at track in High school and throughout university. It was due to being a natural athlete and a competitive person. She couldn't play team sports, simply because she did not have the temperament for it. In this moment though, she wasn't competing. That competition was at home. For now, she was just enjoying the sunshine, the breeze, and the upcoming beach. She turned onto the paved path, above the beach, where people would go for walks, runs, or simply bike, like she was.

The sun was in her eyes, and she had left her Gucci sunglasses on her vanity- which would have been really handy right now- as she was driving right into someone going in the other direction. The impact was loud. The sound of metal upon metal breaks screeching and her loud scream were enough to get some curious looks, but no one to stop on a busy morning in a crowded city. She could feel the scraps on her elbows and the dirt sticking to her sweaty skin, and it irritated her. She had forgotten about her normal fun filled relaxing morning, and now she felt anger at the person who had disrupted it. Looking up, she saw the shadow he created as his figure blocked the sun light.

She couldn't see what he looked like from this angle, but he was tall. But him being tall didn't stop her from giving him a piece of her mind.

J: Are your shades so tinted that you can't see when someone's riding a bike right into you? I mean, you could have been a little more careful!

She looked up and the man as he took off his glasses and crossed his shoulders across his chest - he was shaking his head in distain. She was outraged, that he didn't feel an ounce of remorse. Attempting to get up, she had her finger ready to point in his face, and tell him off, but her knees were shaky and getting up wasn't so easy. She would have fallen face first as she had lost her equilibrium, but he steadied her. She held onto his arms for a moment, breathed in with her eyes closed.

J: Just because you're holding me up right, does not mean this conversation is over.

She could have sworn she heard him snort, or at least he was making a sound as if he were attempting to subdue some laughter. She felt like hitting him. But she restrained herself.

J: I don't see what's so funny you...

She had opened her eyes to see who the insolent jerk was'and she wished she had just kept them closed.

He was gorgeous. Definitely not from here. He stood at a staggering 6 foot 3, broad shouldered and an unforgettable face. His beauty was not as raw or dangerous as Udays...in fact, if not for his fair skin, being slightly tanned he would have looked angelic. High cheek bones, sharp jawline, aristocratic nose, and bright green eyes shaded with long lashes. His hair was a contrast to his face'one would expect lighter hair as he looked partly if not all Caucasian, but it was black as night. She felt bewildered as she looked at him. She had seen plenty of good looking men'but there was something about him that made her feel off. Almost as if she had met him somewhere. She was still holding on to his forearms, even though she did not need the support anymore. Her gaze must have lingered on his face for a moment too long, because he started smiling at her, and it was a beautiful smile. It made his face become mischievous, and added a more humane side to that angelic face. His voice was also a contradiction to his appearance, it was deep, smooth and silky, not a high and sweet.

Him: What, aren't you going to finish yelling at me? You know, it was just getting interesting, I think you should continue.

She opened her mouth only to close it and open it again...she was at a loss for words'was he being funny?

She let go of his arms, and turned away, irritated at this odd sensation she was feeling. No one was allowed to make her speechless- it always gave them an upper hand.

Him: Wait!

He grabbed a hold of her arm, and it reminded her of Uday...even though this Man's touch was gentle and nowhere near possessive, it still brought up her defenses.

J: Let go of me you jerk!

She pulled her arm away, just he didn't let her get away so easily.

Him: Look, I get if you're mad at me and all, but don't take it out on yourself, let me fix those scrapes.

She looked down towards his gaze and noticed the blood leaking from her elbow.

J: Oh God. Ew.

He laughed at her tone, and she looked and met his eyes, which immediately caused him to quit down with an icy glare.

Him: Sorry, It's just that you sounded like one of my sisters. What is it with you girls and blood?

He left her to answer the question and walked towards his fallen bike, where a small bag was hanging from the handle bars. Taking out a bottle of water, and a rumal he gently whipped away the blood.

Him: Oh Goodness. The silent treatment. Another one of my sister's is great at doing that too. Alright, my bad, I ran into you. But...I prefer to think of it as if you ran into me. You know?

She looked up at him as he peeled out a bandage and gently placed it on her elbow.

J: Do you always carry a first aid kit with you?

Him: Just in case, you never know when you're going to injure a pretty girl, do you?

He was flirting with her? He who looked like he stepped out of a Sports Magazine, dressed in grey sweat pants and a white t-shirt, he looked so much more put together then she felt. He must have been insane, or maybe those black aviators where skewing his vision, because she felt sweating, her hair was a mess, and sticking to her neck. And he was calling her Pretty? What an idiot.

J: Please don't tell me you use that on a regular bases?

Him: Nope, only as the need arises.

His English was crisp and without a hint of an accent, making her think he wasn't from around here, which would explain why he didn't look as if he were from here either- simply put the man looked like he could be white, perhaps even half white.

He helped her up, and righted their bikes, and then leaned against the sea wall which separated the beach from the paved side walk, hands in his pockets he looked out towards the busy street, silently.

J: What are you waiting for now?

Him: I'm just standing here lady, what are you waiting for?

She looked at his profile...he wasn't even looking at her as he spoke. But he had a grin on his face.

Him: You know, it's customary to introduce yourself to the person who tended to your wounds.

J: TENDED! You caused them!

Him: Alright, I caused them, but I still tended to them didn't I?

He was looking at her, and it was hard to look away from his bright eyes'something about them was so happy, and self-assured. Something that she hadn't felt in a while.

J: I don't know you, what if you turn out to be some crazy stalker?

Him: Why, do you have many of those?

She stood silent for a moment...he didn't seem to recognize her as being a princess...most likely because he wasn't from around here.

J: Are you from here? You don't sound like you are? What are you doing here? Who are you? And where are you from?

Her manicured finger was right in his face , and the closer he got, the bigger his smile.

Him: Wow, did you even breathe in-between those questions? No, I'm not from around here, I'm from the US, and I'm here visiting family and doing some work. And That accent you're hearing is a New Yorker one. Sorry, Can't get rid of it. And the name is Yash, by the way.

She looked at him with relief, he didn't know who she was...and he seemed genuinely nice. Odd.

Yash: Now, I don't know about you, but generally this is the part where you tell me a little about yourself. Considering we're about to be friends and all that.

J: Friends?

She looked towards his outstretched hand, and his lifted brow.

Yash: Why, too many for one more? Come on, I could use a friend. I'm new in town, give me a break.

She didn't know why, but she reached it and shook it, and while shaking it he asked her once again.

Yash: So friend, what's your name?

She didn't know why... but it the words just came out of her mouth.

J: Its J...just Nandini.

He grinned at her as he continued shaking her hand...and that smile caused one to form on her lips. Not an aritificial...or conniving smile- a sincere one. Sincerity- something she had not felt in a while.

And there in the morning sunlight, two strangers became friends. One was Yash, and the other was simply Nandini. And they had no idea what was about to hit them.

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Alright, so there he is. Please be patient, there is much more to come. So, as per usual, tell me your thoughts- likes, dislikes etc.

ALSO, I need to edit still...so ingore the errors for now please😉Oh! and if you have a moment, please take a look at the JNCs banner on the initial first post on the first page. 😳

ok, I am going to admit, that dream just about broke my heart. I felt so bad for Jai! The poor girl, a lot of it is not her fault. Yes, she's stuck up and stubborn and everything, but she was just a girl, and a privileged one at that - in her position what girl wouldn't have acted somewhat like that?