I can't bloody stay away can I? I should be working on my book but no, these stupid characters have stuck their razor sharp teeth in to my brain and just won't let go.
So this one is a little different from my recent work in the sense that it does not change the dynamics of the characters from IPKKND. So no gunda mwalai Arnav, no Shyam as the youngest Raizada sibling, no gay Akash or Rock chick/Muslim Khushi.
Yet there is a catch. No darkness, well not pitch dark, mostly fluff because I need a little break from too many social and realistic issues, so yes this is straight out of Star Plus sets, being served to you piping hot, don't expect a whole lot of logic, and don't expect twists and turns (Anne you might not want to read this one, because if you do, you'll break up with me' but if you really want to test or relationship you can give it a try; you know for better or for worse.)
Blog link: I will be continuing the rest of the story on a blog so please PM for the blogs link... IF won't allow it.
Chapter One: Restless Winds
She lifted her hand to knock on the door which had filigree woodwork all over it, hoisting her handbag up, the leather strap worn out. Her long tapered fingers remained clutching the handle, her other hand resting on top of the battered old suitcase as she waited for someone to open the door.
Payal opened the door, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw who it was.
"Jiji!" a whirl of tie-dyed dupatta and a bouncing braid was all that was visible from the living room where Anjali was sitting, as she saw someone pummel in to Payal, taking her in to a tight hug.
"Anchal," Payal said a little breathless because the wind had been knocked out of her. She grabbed the girl by the shoulders and pushed her back a little so she could get a good look at her. "You have grown so much in the past three years!" Payal said in pleasant wonder.
Anchal lifted her hands in the air slightly and did a slight turn on her heels so Payal could admire the long limbs, the petite waist and the long chestnut brown hair. The girl was a beauty; clad in a mustard yellow chicken kari shalwar kameez with a blue green red and yellow dupatta which she had wrapped around her neck, like Khushi used to, her hazel eyes shining brightly in the eyes of her cousin; Anchal Agarwal.
Payal's eyes misted and her smile became wistful and Anchal dropped her hands to her side, coming forward and holding Payal by both arms. "I miss her too, Jiji," Anchal said, rubbing Payal's arm in comfort and Payal brushed her tears away.
"It's just that no one has called me Jiji in so long, and you remind me so much of her," Payal said cupping Anchal's cheek like she used to cup the cheek of her sister who was long gone, dead two years this Friday.
"I'm sorry," Anchal said sincerely but Payal only shushed her as she brought her forward and in to the house to introduce her to the rest of the family when an errant wind blew from the front door and Anchal's dupatta took flight. She turned to snatch it back but it had landed on a figure that had just walked in to the house, completely taken by surprise, and partially blinded the man stumbled on Anchal's suitcase and would have had a very bad fall if Anchal hadn't gotten to his side in time and grabbed him around the waist.
"What the f**k!" the man roared and Anchal stepped away, completely terrified by the wrath that voice carried. She snatched her dupatta away and met blazing brown eyes looking down at her, searing through her soul. The man sneered down at her clothes, his eyes snapping back up to the dupatta in her hands, which she hastily draped around her shoulders, stepping back in to Payal's waiting arms who took her by the shoulder as she introduced her.
"Arnav ji, this is Anchal," Payal said in a soothing voice, meant to clam them both down. "She is Khushi's Chacha's daughter; you know the one we told you about, who just got admission in to Delhi University?" When Arnav still glowered at the poor girl Payal added, "The one you said could stay here as long as she liked because she was Khushi's relative?"
"Whatever," Arnav Singh Raizada finally spat and stalked off and Anchal stared at his back, her eyes as big as saucers, finally understanding what her cousin had meant in all those letters when she's said her husband was a rakshas, Laad Governer.
Chapter Two:
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Chapter Three:
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