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Hello Friends!
This is a story that started as an OS with maybe 4 - 5 parts, but is now becoming a FF with around 10 parts or more! Based on the characters of Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon. The credit for the original characters goes to the makers. This fan fiction - entirely mine! I hope you enjoy reading my very first ArShi story!
- InspiredSoul
FF: Submerged:
Prologue:
"I was spawned from the glacier,
A thousand miles due north Beyond Cape Chidley;
And the spawning, When my vast, wallowing bulk went under,
Emerged and heaved aloft, Shaking down cataracts from its rocking sides,
With mountainous surge and thunder Outraged the silence of the Arctic sea.
Before I was thrust forth A thousand years I crept,
Crawling, crawling, crawling irresistibly,
Hid in the blue womb of the eternal ice,
While under me the tortured rock Groaned,
And over me the immeasurable desolation slept,
Under the pallid dawning Of the lidless Arctic day
Forever no life stirred.
No wing of bird -- Of ghostly owl low winnowing
Or fleet-winged ptarmigan fleeing the pounce of death,
No foot of backward-glancing fox Half glimpsed,
and vanishing like a breath, ---
No lean and gauntly stalking bear, Stalking his prey.
Only the white sun, circling the white sky.
Only the wind screaming perpetually."
Lines from the poem "The Iceberg" by Sir Charles G. D. Roberts.
May 20th 2014, Sheeshmahal, Lucknow, India:
She sat watching him - he is awake, she can see that. His eyes are open, but there is a dazed, lost expression in them that tugged at her. His face drawn, a deathly pallor on it - only Devi Maiyya can probably tell how long he has been laying sick on that bed, and how long is it since someone bathed or shaved him.
"Aap theek ho?" She asked in a soft, hesitant voice.
He kept staring at her mutely.
"Hamara naam Khushi - Khushi Kumari Gupta. Hum yahi paas mein rahte hain. Woh Jo konewali mithai ki dukaan hai na, Sathwik Mishtaan Bhandar - hamare bauji ka hai. Shyamji waha roz aate hai, mithai khareedne ... Unhone hamein yaha naukri dilvaaya - Dadiji ke paas - aap ka khayal rakhne keliye. Woh kya hai na, Jiji ki shaadi honewaali hai, kharcha tho honge ... Isiliye hum kaam kar rahe hai, bauji ki haath bataane ke liye ..., bees din se hum yaha roz aa rahe hai, har din aath ghante - bas, aapko dawai dete hain aur jab aap jaagte hai dadiji ya Shyamji ko bulaate hai - yahi hai hamaara kaam ..." She trailed off, realizing that she is blabbering nervously.
"Maaf kijiye - hum abhi jaa ke dadiji ko bataate hai ki aap uth gaye ..." She jumped up nervously and headed for the door.
"Nn..." He hoarsely muttered.
"Kya? Aap ne kuch kaha?" She stopped and turned back.
She could see his lips moving, he is trying weakly to say something. And </font><font size="3">then started coughing. She ran to him, and started patting his back, asking worriedly - "paani chahiye?"
He stopped coughing, took a shaky breath, and shook his head affirmatively. She rushed to the table in the corner of the room, poured a glass of water from the filled carafe there, and ran back to him, almost tripping and sloshing water from the glass in her hurry. She held him by his arm with one hand, and held the glass to his lips with the other. He took a few sips of the water slowly, and then gulped the rest thirstily.
Should she leave now, to inform Dadiji? After all, that's what she is being paid for - to keep an eye on him, and let her know as soon as he wakes up. But he looks weak, groggy, confused - what if he tries to get up and falls down? He will get hurt. And she should be taking care of him ... Maybe she should wait till he is more alert and awake before leaving him, make sure he is alright before leaving him alone. With that thought, she sat down on the chair next to his bed.
He watched her for a few moments - looking like a bright little bird in her lucknowi dress, head slightly tilted to one side, her eyes anxiously scanning his face.
He said softly. "Help me ... Khushi"!
"Madad?"
She jumped up from the chair. "Aap ko abhi uthna nahi chahiye ... Aap bahut kamzor hai!"
"No. Help me - call - phone..." He muttered hoarsely.
"Kis se baat karna hai? Dadiji se? Shyamji se?" She was confused. Dadiji is in her room in the east wing. She was going to go and call her. Who does he want me to call on the phone? Shyamji went out of town to meet his client. That's why she was hired. Dadiji is old - cannot keep an eye on her grandson 24 hours.
She was shaken out of her musings by his request.
"Call my Bhai - Ar...Arnav. Arnav Singh Raizada. Don't - don't tell Dadi." He pleaded, his eyes beseeching, licking his dry lips.
Please scroll down to the next 2 posts for Character Sketch and Index!
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