Hasi Ban Gaye Ho Tum
Hey guys, I am attempting to write a fan-fic on IKRS, I have previously loved Mishal's acting in Laagi Tujse Lagan', and was extremely distraught when he left the show. Eisha seems like a promising actress and someone who will go to achieve great things.
The background of the fan-fic will be the same as the show,except some of the characters and their names may have to be changed, for dramatic purposes. The fanfic will be from a narrative stance, and will occasionally comprise of monologues or individual dialogues.
Characters:
Vipluv Trivedi- A carefree and pampered boy of 24 years of age. Loved by all, and the families favourite. Vipluv has never experienced any hardships or problems, he is strong, both physically and mentally, is passionate about what he believes, and can do anything for the people he truly loves, especially his grandma and his chutki sister.
Dhaani (the people of Banaras believe a women can only take the surname from her father and her husband, in Dhaani's case she has neither, so the people believe she is not even worth having a surname)
Other characters and personalities will be revealed as the story progresses, also I am slightly creped out by Vipluv's mum and his granddads relationship so in this fan-fic I won't add any of those moments.
I do not intend to hurt anyone through this fan-fic, and heads up, this fan-fic may not follow the plot of the drama and will have some controversial issues and at some point you may even hate the characters, but just bear with me.
Hasi Ban Gaye Ho Tum
Chapter One
Amavas ki Raat
She moaned, her head aching and her body entirely stiff. She let out a long breath and tried to come to grips with where she was. She was led down on a mattress, but she was baffled by the comfort and the warmth, that was the first clue that she wasn't at the ashram. She inhaled the foreign smell of burning wood and whisky. She slowly raised her eye lids and stared at the unknown ceiling. It was dark, in fact the whole room was dark. She raised her weak body to a sitting position and looked around for clues of where she might be, the headache and weakness limited her understanding and all she wanted to do was fall back into the comfortable bed and sleep until the next life. She put both her feet onto the cold ground and took the support of the beds foundation and got up to a standing position, her eyesight became slightly clearer and she now gathered that she was in a bedroom, and by the looks of it she understood that it must be of someone very rich. She glided across the ground towards the door only to be stopped by a voice behind her.
The voice seemed very familiar to Dhaani, however her aching head overpowered all her senses. The voice repeated itself, this time Dhaani was very sure of who it was. She swiftly turned, immediately regretting it as her pain seemed unbearable. She staggered and finally took the support of the wall so she could stand up straight.
Dhaani raised her head and her eyes met her supposed kidnapper, he was tall, and of a medium build, he had a majestic bone structure and enticing smirk upon his lips. What baffled Dhaani the most was how his eyes bore into her, it was like he was looking into her soul, No one ever looked at Dhaani that way, let alone a stranger, who was also a man. His gaze made Dhaani very uncomfortable, she looked in all directions except at him.
He spoke once more, in a patronising manner he indicted his spiteful tongue at her. "You don't seem shocked or surprised, maybe you are used waking up in strange men's beds"
Dhaani looked at him in shock, his derogatory accusation pained her more than it should have, she was used to being called the smut of society but never had she been questioned on her character. She was about the answer him back, about to tell him off for such a thought, but her failing body realised that there was no point, she had to immediately reach the Ashram, to her Mayi, by the looks of the light in the room, it seemed like it was evening time, a time which she should be at home with her mum and fellow widows. She proceeded towards the door, but her hand was yanked backwards and her timid body crashed into his chest and his grip tightened on her wrist behind her back, she raised her head and the memories flooded back.
Previously that day she went to the temple, to thank her Shiv-Ji for all his blessings on her, she was walking home but someone covered her mouth and the foul smelling cloth claimed her consciousness.
She now stared directly at him and demanded to be released, her kidnapper scoffed but never let go, that was the moment when she blurted out the name that he became to familiar of and the name which irked Dhaani the most.
"Rakshas"...
To be continued
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