Destiny's Play - A Game- Note -PG 58-9/14 - Page 4

Hai...some calls you Sejal but I don't know ur real name so calling you Asha2010 only...so Asha congrats for new FF...ur FF-Hum dil de chuke sanam----is awesome but problem is that you take too many days to update the parts and now u r starting new FF...I request u that if u want to start new FF update regularly both because with in between so much gap...we readers either loose interest or forget what was the last part.
This is my humble request because I really love ur FF.

eagerly waiting 4r ur update...

Add me to your PM list please...waiting.😉

FINALLY GOOD NEWS.

Originally posted by: Asha2010

FINALLY GOOD NEWS.

I WILL BE POSTING PROLOGUE WITHIN TWO DAYS.

STARTING A NEW BEGINNING.

ARE YOU EXCITED?

IT WILL START WITH A HIGH NOTE AND HIGH CONFUSION SO BE READY FOR THE NEW JOURNEY.

This is a journey, which will continue for next couple of months. I am not planning to make it huge though.

EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED! THAT SHOULD BE the TAGLINE OF MY NEW FF. This is going to be totally different from whatever I have written so far. So bear with me with this new ride.

SEJAL

LOVEING IT

me waiting

Prologue

Destiny's Play ' A Game

'O, that infected moisture of his eye,
O, that false fire which in his cheek so glow'd,
O, that forced thunder from his heart did fly,
O, that sad breath his spongy lungs bestow'd,
O, all that borrow'd motion seeming owed,
Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd,
And new pervert a reconciled maid!'

'Thus merely with the garment of a Grace
The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd;
That th' unexperient gave the tempter place,
Which like a cherubin above them hover'd.
Who, young and simple, would not be so lover'd?
Ay me! I fell; and yet do question make
What I should do again for such a sake.

(By William Shakespeare)

Title: Beginning of the end

How could God be so cruel? How could he play with his destiny? Destiny word itself had some malign intentions hidden in it as it could never generate only one side of feelings. The word represented the combination of feelings ' happy or sad. How could life be simple if word couldn't be simple enough? Given a chance, God should be asked to define a destiny.

His destiny was already entangled with her two years ago. How could someone dare to come in between? He wanted to snatch away every star from the sky so that sky could understand his emptiness, the same emptiness which he was suffocated with. Sky was fallen with the fear of not witnessing the Sun again. There was no pity sitting in the clouds. Breeze was bluffing him with the delusion of happiness. His doleful soul was surrounded by fake happiness.

It was the biggest day of his life, his wedding day. It was supposed to be the happiest moment of his life but it turned into the lifelong punishment for him. This wedding was nothing more than a forceful chain for him.

Khurana Mansion, today it wasn't less than a palace. Entire mansion was decorated with beautiful candles and colorful lights. It was the wedding of well known Chartered Accountant (CA) of Mumbai, a younger son of Khuranas, Maan Khurana. Mansion was decorated so beautifully that each light was capturing Moonlight and reflecting on the walls of Mansion like the way sunflower captured the Sun rays in its petals. Flowers were nicely scattered around the mansion like the heaven was moved in to Mansion. Laughter had penetrated the mansion, kids were running everywhere, women were happy with their gossip sessions, and men were happy with their fashionable drinks whilst enjoying business talks.

It was all nothing more than '''''''..camouflages. Inside the mansion, someone's heart was dismal which wasn't apparent, it was hidden somewhere inside this decoration. Decoration definitely worked like a shield against those emotions which were purposefully kept hidden. Maan was definitely talented in maintaining shield of happiness so that nobody could reach out to his inner soul. His own shadow would not dare to touch his soul.

He didn't want all these worldly things and happiness; he wanted only penance for himself. He knew what he did with her was wrong. He could not forgive himself for his deeds.

A month of darkness''''''''.he was exhausted with this pretentious life for a month. He was numb, he could no longer feel the pain, his tears dried out but his outer form was immersed with joy. Many times, tears had threatened his eyelids and sometimes threats won against him. Walls of mansion was laughing at him and making fun of him. The most successful and intelligent person of entire CA community, who had changed destiny of many people but he couldn't change his own destiny. There was no pity left on the dry walls of mansion. Moon was also dishearten and hidden somewhere, paralyzed with the shock of reality.

Maan, who was sitting in his room, staring at her picture, it was his only love. Destiny had played a trick on him and he was far from his love, his heart was somewhere beating in someone's heart, but his physical proximity got vanished in thin air. He could no longer be with her, and that thought was killing.

He looked at her picture, she was wearing pink Punjabi suit, looking damn gorgeous, with wet hair and wet body, her suit was tightly hugging her body, her dupatta was flying in the air and she was dancing with the joy. The picture was taken when he looked at her for the first time. It was the first rain of the season and she was dancing in the rain, trying to match up with the tune of rain drops. It was enchanting moment to capture when raindrops were cascading down her body. Her body was like sky and rain drops were covering her like stars. He wanted to lick all stars from the sky at the very moment but he had to stop himself. He was nonchalantly staring at her, like nothing exist beyond her in the world.

He was mesmerized by her beauty and to add to that he got lost in the beautiful rhythm of her anklets. It was like soothing violin which he could listen forever. Whenever he remembered her, he could still listen to that chanting of anklets in his mind and it refreshed his mood.

He fell in love with the rain for the first time. She was the most beautiful form he had ever seen. Rain in Mumbai had witnessed both sides of coin, good and bad. Rain had witnessed loss of loved ones caused by flood and it had witnessed two hearts became one. Rain had captured this moment also, he was lost in his trance and in the same trance, he took her picture in his cell phone, the picture which he could never eradicate from his memory. He didn't want to miss this beautiful form, he was afraid that he would never be able to have her glimpse again. His each nerve was forcing him to make her his own. He knew that she was only made for him. A cold shiver ran through his spine, like his each drop of blood was screaming for her. Each single second seemed like waste of time without her.

Rain drops had conspired to create this moment eternal for him. Watching this angel dancing in the rain was an eternal moment for him. His eyes could just go blind by the awe of her beauty. Rain was whispering in his ear and telling him an enchanting story of her. It was the secret goal of the rain to make him fall for her. Rain definitely got successful in it.

Rain entwined them in a way that nobody could ever break them apart. If he was cloud then she was raindrops, if he was the Sun then she was sunrays, if he was the Moon, then she was moonlight, if he was sea then she was sea waves, if he was heart then she was his heartbeat, if he was eyes then she was blinks, if he was body then she was its soul, and if he was God then she was prayers.

Thanks,

Sejal

I hope you had fun reading it. I would like to know your opinion. It should be worth for me to write it. This is just the beginning. Please be patient and don't expect next part right away. I will update once a week. Please hit like button if you like it.

Part 1: Second chance - https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/1674242/destinys-play-a-game-note-pg-58-9-14?pn=14

Congrats Sejal on starting a mindblowing FF...