The Ring (ff) new chapter updated in pg 12 - Page 6

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'Dev' she called out loudly from afar, he looked around consciously thanking the heavens that his friends were not around. He had time and again warned her not to call him by his name atleast when people were around, it was awkward for a sixteen year old to be bossed around by an eight year old kid. However who could stop her,
'Dev see what I brought for you' Chandni unfolded her little palms to give him a small motorcycle, a vintage model.'
"Where did u get it from?" He could not hide his excitement.
'I went to shopping with ma and baba and saw this and bought it for you it's your present and before you scold me I did went back home and handed over my piggy bank to baba but he said it was not needed. It's your early birthday present'.
Her smile dazzled with her front tooth missing.
"Bro, just check this engine" Veer's voice and zooming of Harley engines brought Advay back to reality. He safely kept his sixteen year old present inside his jacket pocket. The two brothers were in the garage today repairing their favourite machines, Advay and Veer rarely spent time together. After leaving India after losing their parents Veer grew closer to their Nani, Masi and cousin sister whereas Advay went to boarding school then university and keenly learned the trait of business with his mausaji. He could not tolerate families it brought about memories which brought along suffering. But Veer was his only family and he missed him especially ever since Veer moved to New York for his film studies.
So here were the brothers repairing their troubled souls more than the engines.
"So, it's been a week after the party and the wedding day is approaching how is the groom feeling?"
Veer said tightening the knot of his motorcycle wheels. Advay did not stop with his task,
"Did you call Chandni?"
Hearing her name he stopped the electric saw. The silence said it all, Veer could not take it anymore,
" Bro, you must be scaring her, you don't call your future wife when the wedding is about to happen in a week! You don't shave, instead of going for a makeover yourself you groom your babies here smelling like petrol with grease all over your hands and face." Veer looked both annoyed and amused.
"Bhabi is so prim and proper I wonder whether she can even lift this tyre" Murli joined and both the boys were laughing loudly. Advay smiled and continued working and unconsciously his thought drifted to her above the grease and engine he could smell the sandalwood and hibiscus that costumes fragrance that emanated from her body. He felt irritable he wanted to drag her to this garage and tell her it's his place for solace, push her against the wall and touch her delicate waist with his rough greasy hands. His sweaty face dipped in her white neck and his smell blending with her flowery fragrance. This would make it clear to her that Advay Singh Raizada was the man she was marrying not the boy Dev Kashyap whom she yearns for till now. He closed his eyes for this girl would never give him any peace.

the memory was such a sweet one. there was such much love care and understanding between them then. she knew his likes and dislikes so well too.
I love the AdVeer bond. it's clear he didn't talk about his feelings much. Advay has been a loner from a long time. Veer tried to lighten the atmosphere after he asked him about Chandni. Veer had a great sense of humor he made Advay smile. oh so Murli is here too. Advay had some intense thoughts now.

I want to know what happened earlier in the past

Advay Veer bond is so beautiful

loved the story progress so much

It was her favourite pastime ever since she was a little girl to water the plants, offer water to the Tulsi and search for shrubs in order to offer it to her Bholenath. She still did not pluck the flowers from her garden as a certain mentor of her in his cracked wise voice had explained to her that the flowers that we grow in our garden needs a lot of care and God's themselves don't like them to be offered. Whereas wildflowers grow in abundance hence they were more favoured by the Gods she fondly remembered Dev giving her a piggyback ride so that she could pick some flowers from the nearby garden. Like everyday Chandni had woken up early in the morning and after her bath offered prayers to Bholenath and cleaned the temple premise it gave her immense joy and peace of mind when she performed such rituals of course as the eldest daughter of the Mahanth it was expected yet she did it more out of joy than compulsion. She was so deeply immersed in her task that she failed to notice the dark figure staring at her from the temple gate.
He would not enter the gate for he had no faith left the two people who believed in God the most had left him and gone forever never to come back. How could he have faith when there was so much agony in his past. His thoughts were invaded by the scent of sandalwood and jasmine and the object emanating it was gazing at him. Who was the owner of the fragrance? Was it the age old temple or her youthful body he was too irritable to distinguish. The night of the party invaded both of their memories, that conversation which was buried like a deep dark dormant force within their souls. Both of them had ripped each other apart with their fiery words and the residue of that devastating conversation was the latent hurt that burned mildly but constantly within both of them.
"I thought you did not believe in God." Chandni broke the silence in her soft but firm voice there was no trace of that familiar quiver in her voice he easily noticed it.
'Why don't you straight away say 'why the hell are you here', he smirked.
The chiming of the temple bells fused with the rhythmic mild swell of the river, the chanting of mantras, chirping of birds, scent of flowers, agarbati and incense sticks blended together to create the cosmic chant that binds all human emotions.
They walked along the river bank Chandni leading the way followed by Advay,
"Look I know we are two different individuals with completely different priorities but both of us need this...this wedding to overcome our obstructions and for that we need to be cordial". She fastened her pace making him a bit irritated, he was a restless man he could not tolerate the silence so he caught her wrist and and pulled her to his arms making her soft body collide with his hard one. A soft whimper could be heard from her side, the feminine sound acted like a trigger and he clasped her more roughly. Chandni struggled in his arms she was thankful that they were under the shade of the big Bunyan tree and the few people around seemed engrossed in their own chores.
"I am not a patient man Chandni, I do not like these games I am not your long lost Dev" he regretted his words the moment it was uttered. Hurt could be seen all around her face and she pushed him away with all the strength she had.
Advay looked at her dazed she must weigh half his size how could she push him so hard it must have been his nervousness that made his body weak enough to be pushed by her. She came close to him and surprisingly clasped the breast pocket of his shirt with her left hand bringing him closer to her height.
'Mr Advay Singh Raizada listen and listen very carefully. Just because we belong to a small place does not mean we are in awe of big shot city dwellers like you. Your wealth, status and power hardly matters to me and take it from me it should not matter to you so much for you will not be taking any of these to your grave and as for Dev I know I lost him the moment he left this town and on the contrary to what men like you thinkabout women I don't pine and whine over him for I loved him enough to let him go." Her voice cracked a little at the end but she quickly turned away leaving him stunned.
'By the way please do come for the Maha arati this evening Ma and baba will be at your place for a formal invitation. I did not turn down your invitation please do keep that in mind.'
With those last words she left, leaving behind a numb Advay Singh Raizada.