Character Sketch:
Arnav Singh Raizada: Arrogant, rich, and well known fashion house owner.
Khushi Kumari Gupta/ Khushi Singh Raizada: Bubbly and childish. She loves her husband and child.
NK Raizada: Lives in Australia with his wife and daughter. Arnav's brother, not his cousin!
Divya Raizada: Childish and bubbly. Stubborn and used to getting her way!
Kia Raizada: Sweet and innocent. Childish, but can be very serious when necessary!
Prologue:
"Please! I just want my child! Don't take her away from me! I know I don't have much, but I'll give you everything I have please just give me my child back! Please!"
"I said GET OUT! This child is mine and I won't give her to you under any circumstances! She's my daughter! JUST GET OUT!"
"I'm begging! Please! I'll do anything! I'll go far away from here and never return! Please! Don't separate my child from me! I'll die! Take anything you want from me! Please I just want my child!"
"SECURITY! Get this woman out of here!"
"Please don't do this! Just give me my child! I don't want any money or jewelry! I don't want anything! I just want my baby! Please!"
"Forget money and jewelry! You won't get anything! Not even my child!"
She fell to her knees sobbing, as she continued begging for her child.
"Please, I just want my child!"
"She's begging, just give her the baby! That's all she's asking for."
"You don't understand! She's asking for the baby right now, but she really wants money! If I give her my baby right now, she'll blackmail me!"
"You shouldn't take a child away from its mother it's a sin! Just give her the child!"
"Please, I will do anything you say. I just want my baby. She's all that I have left! If I don't get her, I'll die. I know you hate the sight of me, but please just give me my baby!"
"Security, throw her out and make sure she never returns!" He took his child and began going up the stairs. He heard the endless sobbing and pleading. He knew if he heard anymore, he would melt! He tried his best to stop the tears that were creating a waterfall on his face. "STOP THINKING ABOUT HER! She has no importance in your life! Forget her very existence and think about your child!"
>>
She silently walked on the streets. She had no one in this world. She had lost everyone she loved. First her parents, then her sister, next her husband, and now, her only hope, her child. Everything was slipping out of her hands like it was sand. It was the end of her world. She wished to die, as she walked aimlessly in the monsoon's biggest thunderstorm. The rain was washing away her tears as she walked.
"Why didn't he trust me? Why didn't he give me a chance to prove myself innocent? What was my mistake? I loved him so much and he stole my last ray of hope from me. The whole world is crazy over him. If he wanted, he could've married any girl, but I, no guy will want to marry a woman who's married and has a daughter. My daughter may have been stolen from me, but she's mine! Why? Why are you doing this to me? I want to die! I have no one to live for! I want to die!"
>>
She stood by the gates of the house that once used to be hers. The house where she has the sweetest, most beautiful, most romantic, and fairytale- like memories stored. As she made her way on the streets she isolated herself from all the noise around. She didn't care about anyone anymore. All that mattered was her child. She kept thinking about her child. She continued walking. She had no clue where she would end up, but she didn't care. She thought about him. The man who was her life, she wished to see him one last time.
All of a sudden there was a loud scream that escaped her mouth and then darkness, pitch-black darkness.
>>
He sat there looking at her picture. She looked beautiful in her red lengha. The jewelry complimented he fair complexion even more. He cried thinking about her.
"She's dead!"
"What? What are you saying? Are you out of your mind?"
"A truck hit her and she died on the spot."
"No. You're lying. She can't be dead! Where is she? I want to see her!"
"She's dead! Get a grip of yourself! She's dead!"
"How is that possible?"
"You took her for granted and so you lost her!"
Buddy for PMs! Like and Comment!
INDEX:
Geet - Hui Sabse Parayee
Advocate Anjali Awasthi
272