Dear everyone on India Forums,
I have been fortunate enough to read so many wonderful stories about our favourite characters, Arnav and Khushi. This made me want to write one of my own, and I have finally gathered the courage to post the beginning of the story I am writing. I hope you all enjoy reading it! I'm not quite sure how the story will unfold just yet, but I'll work on it.
This work is entirely my creation and I will not take too kindly to anyone who copies/ plagiarises/ steals/ posts this story on another site.
So here goes...
Chapter 1
Zoya and Asad Bhaijaan's nikaah... FINALLY!!! It was the moment I had been waiting for ... well ever since the first time they met. After all the no's... maybe's... maybe not's... my stupid, crazy, amazing sister had finally said YES to Asad. Ok sooo... let's backtrack... You are probably wondering how I can call them both my brother and sister. I mean wouldn't them getting married be like incest... Definitely not... but more about me later!!!
I was so excited... all the love, ceremonies, shopping, organisation. I had been organising things from the moment Bhaijaan told me he was going to propose... Well I had been mentally preparing things since the very first moment they met. I thankfully was well and truly present to play cupid in the life of my beautiful but otherwise absolutely clueless sister's life! She is our family's bookworm... bright and intelligent but would never have noticed Asad if I hadn't played a few tricks of my own!
I still remember the day when we set foot together into med school seven years ago.
Zoyee, Abu and Ammi became my family, my home... everything for me, after they found me fifteen years ago. They say that a person would not be able to remember things from such a young age. If only that were true. The truth was in fact far darker than should be seen by eyes so young...
On the outside and even to people who "knew us very well", we were the picture-perfect family. A young, handsome and successful lawyer with a stunning, charismatic, well-educated wife and gorgeous little girl. Our home sat atop a hill over-looking the city. It was the perfect hideaway for a small family of three with its wondrous views, blooming flowers, manicured lawns and a lake at the end of the garden, housing a multitude of undiscovered sea-life. The inside of this splendid house contained several finely decorated rooms, each uniquely themed and yet echoed the feelings of love and warmth. Even to this day, deeply embedded in the tragic memories of my past, I can still remember my mother's melodious laughter as I sat in my high-chair in our kitchen and my father surprised her from behind with fragrant roses and kisses. I held out my chubby arms and chuckled, waiting for the love birds to notice their two year old. I didn't have to wait long as my father picked me up gently and showered me with kisses... "There's my baby girl", I would hear him say as he hugged us close to his heart. Those are what I recall as the good times I shared with my parents and unfortunately they were few to come by.
As I grew, even as a young child I started to notice the imperfections in this seemingly perfect portrait that was my life. I still do not know how it all started, maybe it was when my father started coming home drunk. He stopped buying my mother flowers, stopped hugging me. I would often wake in the middle of the night to hear them screaming and shouting at one another. But then there were other days where everything would seem wonderful, much like my first memory. I didn't know it then but very soon my life as I knew it would be turned upside down, inside out and shredded to pieces. My world as I knew it would cease to exist. I remember it as if it was yesterday...
So what did you think? I know it was a tad short... but I wanted to give you a small flavour!
Till next time
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