Part 1
"Arya, aap hamare ankhon ke taara, hamara ankhon ke kajal ko mrityu ke mukh mein kaise bejh sakte hain!! Dekheye Aryaputra ----- aur --------- kitne aashru baharahe hain!! Aapne ek kshan ke liye bhi nahi soocha ek maa ko apni santaan ki doori kaisi lagti hogi!!" shouted a shrill yet melodious female voice on a man who was looking like his brother. The lady's posture and movements looked incredibly feminine yet full of pride and self-respect.
(Lord, how can you send the apple of my eye into the mouth of death so easily? See how many tears Lord ------- & ------- are shedding due to you. You didn't even think for a second about what would a mother feel when her child goes away from her?)
But who was she? Whose death was she speaking about or rather demanding answers about? Who were the two people kneeling down there, towards whom she pointed? To add to his confusion, the guy looked like him.
Why doesn't he ever get to hear the names in these dreams? And the person whom the lady was shouting on, why was he looking like his brother?
All these thoughts were creating havoc in his brain. This was not the first time, in fact they started after he met his maternal cousin NK short for Nand Kishore whom he preferred to call as Krish. Although he was unaware of the reasons behind the dreams, his heart resonated with feeling that there was something very important about these dreams which haunted them.
He woke up with startle thinking how anyone's death that too which happened long time back, be related to him? Going by the costumes, it was not very difficult to conclude that it was definitely not the modern era.
But unknown to him,he was not alone in the journey of the past There were two other women, or rather parts of his soul, who were going through the same, every day and every moment. The relation of these three had been timeless but in this birth they had not yet faced each other. The destiny awaits this meet to play with their lives for the betterment of the world.
But it was already playing weird games with them. For the women this guy's face was blurred out while for him the women's faces were blurred. No one except one person had answer to their questions, which almost always ended with a 'Why?'. Back to guy's room, he had known that he had shouted when he woke up. His brothers come running as that voice of him definitely had some hidden feelings attached to it which shook the brothers from within. The eldest of the brothers asked,
" Arnav, are you okay?"
" Seems so Anant Bhai. Just a bad dream. Nothing more, nothing less." stated Arnav, though his heart knew that these visions were more than just dreams.
" No, Arnav. This is not going to work. We all can see that you look very depressed. What's the matter, Arnav?" asked his second eldest brother with a look of concern.
" No, Akash Bhai !! Just had a bad dream! Let me get ready after all it is my first day of college and as they say first impression is the that lasts!" said Arnav Singh Raizada, the third son of Late Arjun Singh Raizada and Amrita Singh Raziada and the Financial Advisor of Raizada Empire, who also held the title of the most good looking and talented guy in Delhi.
Though Arnav's brothers were not convinced with his reply, they had to leave him as their mother had strictly warned them not irritate their brother Arnav, after all Arnav Singh Raizada was a Mumma's boy. Arnav took the chance and went to get ready, also to escape the questions pelting at him.
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Some kilometres away from there, a beautiful girl whose beauty was personification of perfection, with determined and deep pool like expressive eyes was also getting ready to attend the same college as Arnav for the the first time. In her previous life, destiny played with her immensely, making her the pawn in the Lord's hands, not just to make world a better place but also to show the world the power of righteousness. She suffered so much that no girl is ever named after her but secretly every girl aspires to be her. The girl was Draupadi re-born as Khushi, a feeling she was kept away from the whole of her previous life.
Khushi was getting ready in her room which fully red in color as the all the things be it furniture or the accessories were of color red as she just loved the fiery color a bit too much. To her first day of college too, she decided to wear a red colored plain,Georgette sari as she also loved traditional dresses. As she was dressing up she was engrossed in thoughts about the dreams or better to say oblivious flashbacks she gets. She thought that only one person will be able to answer her question as he knew everything or at least it seemed like that. Her trail of thoughts was disturbed by the continuous knocking on the door of her room.
She quickly brought herself back form the land of thoughts and weird costumes, checked her self in the mirror and left to open the door. It was none other than her twin brother Dheeraj who was all set to tease her. As she opened the door, he faked an expression of shock,
" Good morning, Khush! So who is next in the line to fall for you today?"
"A good wala morning to you too! I just love red and sari, Bhai!Enough of teasing about the number of proposals I got."
" Okay Baba! Should I drop my dear sister to college?" He said with a teasing voice, unable to control the urge to tease her.
" No, I will manage my self. How knows later you will say that I am indebted to you." She said with the same tone to tease him back, about the money he takes from her every day.
" I am sparing you because you wore a sari and you will not be able to run. Or else I would have made you to run 5 kilometers to reduce your weight, fathead!" joked Dheeraj, while Khushi smacked him lightly on his arms.
A happiness filled, excited life filled with peace. Will the peace remain where these two come face to face?
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