I have been thinking of writing this story from past 3 years but never got a chance to because I didn't get to see a couple who could match this story. But now I have found the one in AnShi, so here I present you the story. But hey! Before that I want to tell you all that this is not just one story, it's a series, "The Newfangled" series. I have a story for each of the Ishqbaaz brother, they are;
So as according to the series and Shivaay being the eldest brother I am going to write AnShi's story first. I hope you all will enjoy this one.
Like every other girl I too used to dream of my Prince Charming who will come riding a white horse and will rescue me from this hell. My childhood was that of a typical Cinderella one, my mother died, Dad got married to this woman who had two daughters from her previous marriage. After Dad died, my stepmom and her daughters made my life worst than one could describe as hell. I was just 15 years old when all this happened; my evil step mother forced me to work as a cleaner in my Dad's own restaurant. Can you believe that, me the daughter of the owner of the said restaurant working there as a mere cleaner?
3 years, for 3 long years I worked there as a maid. Whenever someone would ask her as to why I worked there, she used to say that I loved doing something at the restaurant and all other lame things. I couldn't do a thing because of my little brother whom who was just 3 years old that time. Only thing good she did to me was that she let me continue my studies, I don't know why she did that, guess she didn't want to raise suspicions.
The other employees at the restaurant were very helpful; they even used to contribute a part of their own earnings in half of my own that I used to save for my future use.. All of them wanted to resign after my step mother took over but kept working at the restaurant only because of my and the respect and loyalty they had for my Dad. I left it all when I turned 18, I had been planning my escape all these years. So at the night of my 18th birthday, I grabbed my bag pack, my savings, picked up my sleeping brother and ran away. I didn't sleep that whole night just kept travelling by changing transports and a day later I was in the city of dreams, Mumbai.
It's been 9 years since that night, today's my 27th birthday and lots of things have changed. These 9 years alone in this city have changed many of my beliefs and the most important lesson that I have learned is that there is no Prince Charming who will some and save you, you have to become independent and face your problems on your own and alone instead.
Like every other girl I too used to dream of my Prince Charming, used to.
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Meghađ
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