Promo 1: Simply Surreal.
She walked through rose petals laid as a walkway for her to get to this room everyday. Her saree was tied to reveal more of her than what it was meant to do. It was a netted white saree with cheap red and silver zari that adorned it, her jewels were mere rip offs from movies that sold for hundreds at chadni chowk. She spoke 7 languages but show her a sentence from those 7 languages and she would not tell one from another. She catered to customers from all walks of life and to her they were mere bees flocking to a flower for honey. Once morning light hit their room floors, they all vanished like smoke for she was Chandni and only lasted for the night. They were mere illusions in her life to tell her that men existed, but none to show what else they were capable for...
She couldn't be chandni always could she?...there was a Geet inside her somewhere waiting to come out...to be loved and cherished...and above all to be owned forever.
Only heir to Khurana khandan, he had everything at his disposal. Far from the ways of a business man, he ruled Delhi in every way. He had nothing to lose except his Daadima, whom he moved around every couple of months to make sure she would never be his opponent's target. Maan Singh Khurana was known to all of Delhi's mafia as MK...but to Daadima he was Maan, for she didnt know his way of life and he had kept it that way for the last 3 years. 29 and well educated from UK, he slipped into organized crime after his only sister was shot down in a gundown between two of Delhi's hot heads. He had lost all rationale after that one night. Vengeance and anger ruled his life. He kept out of politics, brothels, drugs and liquor areas, but nothing else got past without MK's approval.
MK was being moved around for the Basu's had a hit on him that day. The night was silent and his merc was being closely followed. Bam! a loud noise jerked the arena. The rocket launcher from the gali had got his car and he was hit badly. The shrapnel had pierced his chest and shoulders. Dev was in the other car and got to MK in no time. They moved MK to the ambassador and drove a couple of yards and then once again moved him back to another jeep for cover.
The jeep raced the streets of Delhi to get to Chandni's Rooftop. It was one of the many brothels that the Basu's owned and that was the last place anyone would expect MK to be that night. This was the backup plan dictated to Dev from MK himself and man was he damn good at playing Scotland yard or what?
She was with another man, when Dev knocked the door. She scurried to grab the cheap sheets on her bed to get to the door.
Her eyes wide in shock, she received a wounded man carried by 2 other and Dev himself.
Little did she know that it was going to be that last night she had waited for...her Day had just arrived.
Will this one night change their life to give them their share of love?
Ok....tell me what do you want me to do? Seriously MK as bad ass was driving me crazy all this while. I had to write it down. I got pretty good story line racing in my mind and I have jotted down a couple of scenes already. Definitely not a long one...but to me it seemed interesting. Should I start this or what?
Its a pretty common story line, but if you trust me, I will keep it close to reality as much as possible. Also since its a run-of-the-mill start (not sure) let me know if this has been written by someone else. I honestly don't follow FF in this forum.
Edited by 6thElement - 14 years ago
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