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Chapter 2 - from a dream
"Don't you think…that was a..bit fast?" Jay asked in an unconvinced voice, Uday raised his eyebrows at her. "Well it was a lot faster" She corrected herself, "I mean you don't even know whether she was jiji or…"
"She's Manyata"
"How can you be so sure?" Jay asked logically.
"Because I saw her scar"
At those words Jay leapt up from her seat, even for such a composed lady the information given was too much to handle. "WHAT?"
"Yep"
Jay raised her eyebrows this time,
"What were you too exactly doing in there" She asked suspiciously.
Uday made no reply. "SO let's go, let's go and bring her home!" Jay said after a pause.
"No"
"Why?"
"She doesn't remember anything" He said shortly, "And it's not totally unexpected is it?"
"Yeah, but she'll remember everything when she lives with us"
"Yeah" But Uday made no move.
"Why are we waiting Uday?"
"Do you think it's normal, a coincident that she landed herself in Ray Choudry's house, and they call her their daughter?"
There was a silence,
"So you think…?"
"It's fishy, something's fishy…and don't forget this Ray Choudry is the same person who wanted…"
"DS dead"
"Exactly, do you think he wouldn't know if he had a daughter who's a look alike of princess Manyata?"
For a moment Jay thought of everything that happened,
"So, what's the plan?"
"There's no plan until you tell me about this Jagat guy" Uday said slowly sitting down again and signaling Jay to take a seat.
"Oh he, he's no one, We were studying together"
"We were studying together too," Uday pointed out, "So how come I don't know him?"
"Not when I was studying with you before that, in India"
"So he was in India" Uday said thoughtfully, "Then why is he here now, I mean his family will surely be in India right?"
"Right, in fact I think he was in India when…you two got married"
For a moment Uday said nothing then he asked slowly his eyes closed,
"Does he know that you're Jaynandini the princess of devgar?"
"No, I don't think so, he knows I'm a princess somewhere, but I don't think he knows devgar part exactly…for the security reasons DS wanted me to keep it quiet"
Uday sighed, "Good, Jay now I'm going to ask you to do something, which you'll have to in order to bring Manyata to us"
"What?"
"Will you do it whatever it is?"
"Yes"
"Then listen," He told her his plan briefly and clearly, Jay frowned at some points and smiled at the others.
"So uncle Giri is planning a partnership with the people who want us ruined?"
"That's why I told him don't count me in, but now it seems the right approach"
"So you'll handle the project?"
"Yes I will, and I'll make sure that Ray Choudry does whatever I want him to do"
"Main while you want me to distract Jagat?"
"And find out more about this so called Mana Ray Choudry and what exactly happened to her, if Jagat knows it"
"Good, Let's say we do all those things, then what? I mean what will be the very next action?"
"Cancel that damn interior designer's appointment"
"Alright, I'll call her right away" Jay had almost grabbed her phone when Uday raised his hand,
"What did you just said?"
"I said I'll call…Oh god, her!"
Uday smirked.
***
"A girl…a girl with your eyes, and your lips" He said nudging her nose while she protested frowning and struggling against his hold, "NO NO a boy, a boy with your eyes and your lips"
"Really?" He asked mischievously, "Do you love my lips that much princess?" He asked placing them on hers; she smiled in between the kiss and said as they broke apart,
"I love everything which is yours, I love you Uday"
She gasped as she woke up, never before she had heard that name, now she knew who he was he was Uday the same person she met hours ago.
Breathing heavily she walked to the mirror as she usually does after having a dream of that kind, to compare herself to the woman in her dreams, now to her surprise the reflection indeed looked same with her new silky hairs. She touched the cold glass with her fingertips and thought, what was happening to her, why did she felt that woman was a part of her she had left somewhere behind, was he saying the truth?
Remembering this she turned around and watched the reflection of that strange scar in her upper back, a souvenir of the crash she had, but he told her otherwise, he told her that it was a proof of their bond, why was he telling that?
And after all how could he exist outside her dream world?
The morning sun was peering in from the windows. Someone had already brought up the breakfast tray. She walked to it noticing that Janvi had already left for somewhere, sitting in her bed she sipped in the juice.
There was a bouquet of flowers too, Which was made out of fresh red roses, Oh this jagat! She thought in ager taking the bouquet and checking for the card, he was the limit sometimes.
But some unknown narrow handwriting had written a verse in it, with no mention who send it, she read the lines slowly,
"Hundred years since I saw you,
Hundred years since I hold you
Hundred years since I kissed you
Hundred years since I loved you"
She dropped the glass of juice as a girl's voice screaming at someone asking for something back filled her head; the bouquet missed her fingers and fell on the floor.
"Not a dream not a memories' shade,
Yet it seems never to fade,
My heart knows your voice from miles,
Yet just then it skips and smiles,
Hundred years since I touched you,
Hundred years since I missed you,
Hundred years since I felt you,
Hundred years since I loved you,
Whenever we're close I find it hard,
If you just listen my secret is heard,
My lips are sealed not betraying my heart,
My eyes are traitors they know its art,
Hundred years I tried to hide,
Hundred years I found my tide,
Hundred years I tried to tell you,
Hundred years I loved and loved you…
You seem to have forgotten princess but still I breath you love"
She felt dizzy, everything went in to a colorful mess before she fainted and everything became once again pitch dark and blank.
***
It was 9.00 am, she was already too late. She knocked preparing to be thrown out; a servant opened the door and waited till she speaks.
"I've got an appointment with…princess" She tried to remember the name;
"The interior decorator?" The woman who answered the doorbell asked.
"Yes," she said gladly as she couldn't remember the name, "Come in mam please,"
She entered as the woman led the way, soon they went in to the larger whiter sitting room. There hang a picture, a large portrait of a woman in a red and gold Indian dress, she felt the dizziness falling over her again…
This was the house she walked in as a bride..a voice said inside her head and she rubbed her forehead still staring at the portrait, the woman reminded her of some recently seen face she couldn't remember, who was it, she searched her memory..
"You told me I look a lot like her" A voice said and she turned around shocked to find the servant had mysteriously disappeared and that man the one she didn't wanted to see at the moment was smiling at her. That smiled cleared things, as for who she knew looked like the woman in that portrait.
"Are you following me?" She asked him, frowning.
"I could ask you the same question, as this is my house" He said pleasantly, after a night of thoughts and planning he looked much composed and less shocked to find her. Which made it clear that…
"You planned this?"
"I think you'll give me that much credit"
"And the princess…"
"Is my sister, I think you might remember, J"
She turned back to the portrait, without looking at him, her thoughts were more un-entangled.
"I should go now" She said, "I don't think I'll be doing this project"
Some fingers wondered over her arm, reaching her shoulder and then her neck,
"And now will that choice be yours?" he breathed in her ear,
"What do you mean?" She asked, a little stronger than she felt,
"I mean," He said slowly sliding his arms around her and hugging her from the back, his chin rested on her shoulder for a moment. "Right now, you're in my arms" he kissed her neck, "And when you leave them will be my choice to make"
"Let me go!"
"Why do you always end up saying that princess?" he asked pleasantly as though kissing her earlobe was his daily routine and nothing unusual.
"Did you like my verse?" He asked after a moment as she struggled to get away from him,
"No, I didn't," She said,
"Exactly that's why I told you, It's a grandma sort of poem"
She turned to face him at those words, they were so close that their noses brushed each other as she turned.
"Leave me!" She said in that angry tone of hers.
"You're here to work for me" He said grabbing her even more tighter, "And I don't take orders from my servants" His voice turned more silky and dangerous, "They do what I ask them to do"
"I'm not a slave to do whatever you ask me to!"
She said her voice getting louder with each word. Those words had just escaped her lips when she found herself pinned to the wall. He held tight into her hands and said.
"You told last evening that you're not a princess" She felt his breath on her lips. "That leaves you no option"
"You're hurting…"
"Shhh" He said tracing her lips with his finger. She felt so shocked and numb that it took her a while to gain her voice back.
"Wh...What are you doing?"
"Observing" He said slowly as his finger wondered down her chin.
"Trying to figure out the mystery inside you"
His lips touched her here and there, making it hard for her to breath,
"If you're not the one I think you are then what is it that drags me to you huh?"
For the first time in her life she was afraid. Her heart was paining her now as it was beating faster every passing second. His fingers wondered over her neck untying her hair, losing the knots in her dress. His eyes paralyzed her that she felt it was his mind which controlled her body now, she couldn't even breath without his permission. No one… No one in her whole life came so close to her, No one made her so helpless…speechless…motionless…or lifeless, just like one of those dreams she was wrapped in his arms, chained by those eyes and was being tasted by those ruthless lips,
Let someone come! She wished wildly. Let someone call him…or let me just drown in to the depths of those eyes…
He loosened his grip as she had given up fighting. She just stood there her eyes closed breathing deeply. Watching her he wondered how someone can look so innocent…yet so beautiful at the same time. His mind still unfocused he lowered his lips to her ear touching her earlobe with them as he spoke.
"That's what happens to those who dare lying to yuvraj Udayveer"
Her eyes filled up with fresh tears as she opened them.
"Let me go your highness" She muttered in a small voice knowing that the battle was lost and that for the first time in her life she was at his mercy. He was taken aback by her sudden surrender.
She looked into his eyes with that same helplessness yet recalling someone else as she did so. Her anger and pride was shattered, shattered in to pieces that she couldn't even count. As he freed her she hugged him like she wanted to do the first time they met. He hugged her back surprised at the sudden change of the tide.
He had done it all knowingly to bring back or replay some incident that happened between them a long ago, and she gave him the same answers the same reactions his princess had done, even the same last words, the same hug, it was her he was sure of it.
And maybe now even she remembers it, he felt hopeful,
"I'm not the one you think I am" She stammered, "I'm not your wife"
The glass of hope cracked.
***
I feel sleepy; let me sleep in peace now,
But do tell me how this was like,
And thanks for reading!!
Cham
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