All the good things in this world can't be seen or heard but must be felt with heart.
A man devoted to his duty; holds so much agony in his heart that it made him hate his root. The anguish in his heart burns him from inside.
Can she bring peace in his heart? Can he bring colour in her colourless life and help her to overcome her fears?
BRAVE HEART... a story of two individuals from different worlds .. ...who should have never met but destiny brought them together.
Will they be able to conquer all the barriers for the sake of their love and prove the bravery of their heart?
Disclaimer~~ Most of the characters in this FF belongs to 4lions.
The story is completely fictional, any resemblance to anyone or any event is coincidental
Any historical mistake is unintentional. We do not mean to offend any person, any country or any religion.
Prologue~~Dream
"Some times your memories can be your best dreams or your worst nightmares."
24 May, 1943, Delhi.
She was running . She ran as if her life depended on it. But she didn't know where she was going, She didn't know what she was searching for. Suddenly she saw something shiny. She went near It and saw a palanquin. She could not see who was inside because of the light blue curtain. But through the net she could spot a pair of brown eyes. She wanted to go towards those eyes but felt a strong pull behind her. She saw her mother. Her teary eyes forbidding her to go there. She looked down. she got horrified seeing her father's blood-soaked face lying there. Before she could do anything she heard a heart wrenching scream. She panicked and turned to her mother but she was not there. Instead there was lying a female's lifeless body.
"JIJI!!!" Khushi woke up with a jerk. Her face was covered with thin lines of sweat. She felt her throat dry. It was midnight. She got down from the bed and drank a glass of water.
"I hate nightmares" Khushi muttered under her breath.
Khushi looked at Arun and covered the little boy's body with sheet. Then she went out to the balcony and sat down with a lamp and her diary.
"Maa, babuji, I saw you guys again today. Jiji I also saw you. Jiji...I wish you were a little more strong. I wish you could stand up for yourself. Maybe then you could be here with us today. Maybe your dead body wouldn't hunt me as nightmare. Maa, babuji, jiji'I miss you all."
Tears were rolling down from Khushi's eyes. She continued writing.
"Those brown eyes inside the dazzling palanquin. I don't know to whom they belong. Why do they keep appearing in my dreams?! Why do I always feel a strange emotion whenever I remember those eyes? I never felt anything like this for my late husband. I don't even see him in my dreams. Maybe I have created an illusion of those fairy tales you used to tell me maa...a dazzling palanquin, a prince charming, happily ever afters!"
But she knows reality better. life is definitely not a happily ever after. Khushi let out a deep breath. Maybe She will never find the answers. She closed her diary. It was peaceful in the balcony. A cool breeze was playing with her hairs.
"Bitiya!" Shashi called.
.
"Ji babuji"
"Nightmares again?" Asked Shahsi.
Khushi was silent.
"Whenever you're tensed you sit to write diary."
"Have I disturbed your sleep?" Khushi tried to divert the conversation.
"You can never disturb me bitiya"
"When did you return? Sorry I dozed off while making Arun sleep. I'll bring food for you right now." Khushi said getting up.
"It's okay. You sit here. One of these days you have got to stop worrying about everyone. I have eaten in Shyam's house. By the way I have heard a quite important news." He said.
Khushi looked at him with curiosity and uncertainty. Nothing is stable in their lives these days.
"A new major is coming here replacing major Arthur Morgan. I think he is going to be a good..."
khushi snapped at him and said "A British can NEVER be good towards us."
"Bitiya, he is Indian. But his family migrated to Britain long time ago. He has
Indian blood, that's why I was thinking he may understand our problems
and demands..."
Khushi laughed sarcastically "An Indian? Then forget about it babuji.He is going to be the worst. What can you possibly expect from an Indian who serves the British? He is a traitor. He'll do as his so called lords ask him to do. By now don't we have enough idea how his lords are?" She said angrily.
"Calm down bitiya. I know how they are, but there is nothing wrong in hoping for the best. It's hope that keeps us going through difficult times. Like in your case Arun was the
hope to keep you going."
"What is that major's name?" Khushi asked to make the air around them lighter.
"Arnav Singh Raizada"
NOTE~~ This FF is written by me and no_username.
Each chapter contains both of our contribution.
None of the chapter is/will be written individually.
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Special thanks to Senorita Sanaya.
Without her support this FF wouldn't be able to see the light of IF.
This is our first FF. We will really appreciate your feedback.
Thanks for reading.
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