Ishqbaaz FF-Heartstrings| Chapter 4(C) Pt 2 pg 16 updated on 28 Sept - Page 9

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The Needed Pep Talk Part 1

It was his 4th cup of chai in the kullad. He admits that he don't like teas very much but he has now grown used to the taste of tea.He chuckled at the memory.

Flashback

"Bhai, drink this."

A little girl of 8 was running behind the boy with a kullad in her little hands.

She was trying to make the elder boy, who is her brother drink the content in the kullad.

The boy was running for his life.

"NO!!!!!!!!NOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Who in the world will drink that volcano like hot drink?"He shrieked

The girl was annoyed with him.

A giggling 6 years old came in front of him.

"Bhai!Bhai If you don't drink it, I'll not help you to steal hot chocolate and strawberry ice cream at night."The 6 years old threatened him with a not so sweet and cute voice.

"Anni, Chutki, okay give it." He sighed and drank the tea made by his sisters only to be rewarded with lots of chocolates and ice cream at night.

Ends

His eyes starts watering at the memory. His sisters used to make tea for him, when they were together, they used to make it at times of rainy season or when he have a high fever. They make sure that their brother won't taste any bitter things which will ruin their sweet brothers sweetness.This was theorized by the great Ri/Chutki or better known as Gauri Singh Raizada used to theorized some weird theories.She might ended up being a professor, analyst or some business women if she was present with him in flesh.

He smiled for a while remembering his Ri's antics.

Chutki, where are you? I miss you.

A tear made its way to cascade down from his eyes.He wiped it.

His hand, which was resting on his lap went near to the drawer near to the stand which is placed by the sofa in which he was sitting.

He took out some slam books. He opened the first page. He saw a childish drawing made by his Anni. She is an amazing artist and singer. Whenever she is sad, she never shares her pain and draws till her hands didn't pain. Sometimes she lets her pain consume herself and make her distant from everyone. Her drawings tells and reflects her feelings perfectly. Advaay understands once he took notice of her drawing and the man or women whoever it was, surely had to pay for making his Anni sad.

He wants to teach Anni drawing and make her an artist and singing.Her singing was food to his soul.

He turned another page.He came across some scribbles.

Like everyone I crave,
For the last 5 minute sleep.

Like everyone I prefer,
My bed over my text books.

Like everyone I love,
Chocolates more than salad.

Like everyone I opt
To be little lazy on weekends.

Like everyone I want,
Live my life on my own will.

After reading that small piece of scribble written by his sister, he remembered Anni's sleeping antics. He can't forgot Anni's love for sleep. She used to sleep like a donkey and most of the times he had to make her ready and carry her on his back to school with Chutki following her elder siblings in toe.

He started laughing happily and freely with opening his heart.

Anya came running towards him with hearing a hearty laugh of Advaay which left her shocked. He never laughed like this in front of anyone but her.

She saw a childlike innocent Advaay face glowing with glee and mirth which in turn made her smile.

But every good things doesn't last forever, they have to come to an end.

His laughter stopped and he started crying like a child. Seeing his vunerable state made Anya go close to him and she hugged him.

He hugged her back and cried his heart out on her shoulder.

To be continued.

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Anya was rubbing his back. He cried in her arms. Letting his long controlled emotions out of heart through his eyes in form crystalline tears, which made their way towards the pores of the tee that Anya was wearing and in turn making it wet.

It didn't matter to her. For her Advaay and his happiness matter more.

"Ad..Adv...Advaay, please tell me what happened?"
Anya fumbled with her at seeing his state.

She felt some thin material had brushed against her arm.
She broke the hug.
Keeping one hand on his shoulders, and cupping his face in another hand.

She asked him," Advaay,Why are you clutching the scribbles and other things in your hand?"

"An...Anya, these are not scribbles, these are not scribbles.
It's a memorandum, a token of memory of my sisters." Advaay replied her with his hands clutching to the piece of scribbled paper.

He dragged her near to the sofa he was sitting previously and made her sit there. Putting the slam book and scribbles on Anya's lap,he took out an old box which looks similar to a treasure box.

It was white in colour with a wooden handle and red patterns drawn on it.

He went near the wardrobe and opened it and took out a vintage jewellery box. Opening it he took out a key and went back to Anya.
Kneeling down on a feet, he unlocked the lock and opened it.

Anya was looking at Advaay carefully. She was studying his moments. Advaay is a diplomatic and calculated man. His each steps were calculated and his guard is always up. He is cautious of his surroundings.

Anya has the experience of staying under the care of overprotective men for instance his twin and cousins and now after getting married she thought she will get to live freely but got stuck with a man who is triple overprotective than his twin.

Leave over protectiveness but the man is insane when it comes to her safety, she was happy to get all attention of his husband despite being busy.

Her thought process suddenly came to an halt. She was brought back to earth by the sound of Advaay calling her.
"Anya, stop dreaming again." Advaay chided for his wife's attention.
Smiling at her husband's cute antics, she gazed at the stuff of toys and a slam book on Advaay's hand.
Her eyes widened.
"Advaay, they are so beautiful."She squealed.
She made her towards the floor where Advaay was sitting.

Sitting beside him comfortably she asked,"Where did you get such beautiful toys, drawings and greetings? I'm so jealous of you."

Advaay smirked at her.
"You should be jealous because those toys are very beautiful and way better than Om's."

Anya fumed at him. Preparing to launch an almost attack on him but she stopped after hearing what he said.

"They were beautiful because they are made by Anni and Chutki, my sisters."
He said in a nostalgic tone which was used as a cover up to his painful tone.

Anya kept her hands on his shoulders.
"Anni, used to draw and read much in her childhood. She had a great sense of humour and wit. Kiski nahin chalti thi uske wit ke saamne. Her singing was a bliss to the listener's ears. I think I've a recording of her voice"
He got up and brought his mobile. Scrolling through her music library, he came across a folder named 'Anni', a sad smile formed on his lips.

He tapped the 'Play' switch.

A beautiful melody echoed in the room which was darkened due to the stormy night.

The lyrics swim through her ear like a cerebral cortex in a wakeful dream, the notes relaxed her, enabling the song to call to reach her soul.
Music could never be something superfluous to her, it is medicine delivered in the most divine way to her.
Its first time in her life she heard such a beautiful voice.
A smile formed on her face.
Advaay was observing her for quite sometime.
He smiled at his wife's innocent face.
With a proud smile, he said," Saw how much beautiful my Anni used to sing. If she was alive I would have made her singer or artist."
A lone tear was trying to escape from his eyes which he chocked back.
"My chutki was no less. She might not be too much creative but she got brains. She can play chess well and got many prizes. Her theories are always out of the world but they are one of the best theories that's ever used. If she was here, I surely guaranty you that she would have gave a competition to your twin and Mr TSO."Advaay said proudly.

Getting up from that place, he went near to the window which was wet due to the violent slams of the rains of the stormy night.

His eyes watered.
"Anya, life doesn't go as it is planned. Everything is not in our will. Life played a big game with me. Destiny made me a orphan and took away my sisters from me'

Anya went near him and back hugged him.
Keeping his hand on her hands which was on his chest, he let the lone tear escape.
"We are a happy family. Living our life happily until the day that Bloody bas***d hell of a man entered in our life."

Anya was now curious about what happened.
Sensing her curiosity, he continued.
"He was Kali Thakur. A man does evil in the name worshipping Kali Mata."
His eyes flared up. Breaking the hug, he went to the nightstand where he picked up the newspaper.

"This is Kali Thakur, the destructor of my childhood and murder of my family. He's the reason I'm orphaned. Last time I've heard that he tried to forcefully marry a girl of Bareilly and was arrested."

He clenched his hands.
"This bas***d can never get rid of his habits. I've been searching for him from the time I entered business world. Day and night searched for a small clue to track his location. Few days back I got it. He is in Mumbai Jail for now sometime for trying to marry a girl against her permission and trying to kill her husband."

He continued.
"I'm just intrigued how that man appears in the face of media after years of disappearance. There must be something related to this girl that Kali Thakur has to expose his identity.
I'm trying to get connected with Mumbai Crime Force to know about this matter more.
After many years, I got a clue. I'm not going to let that man go free from my clutches. He has to pay for what he did."
Advaay said in a determined tone.

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Phew!
It's over. Spent my morning on it.
1K+ words as I've promised.
This chapter revealed about the major reason of separation of the Raizadas.

So whose POV do you want me to write in next chapter, please comment.
I'm going back to update the characters of OM for sometime.
Omkara, Gauri, Annika or Shivaay

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I was thinking to update two updates per day but I caught cold suddenly and I'm already up with high fever and will be giving a single update everyday for the rest of dusshera break. I am bored while staying at bed.