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Posted: 17 years ago

.:|CHAPTER UPDATES |:.
(Scroll down more for the character list.)

Chapter 1 * prelude

Chapter 2 * Maithili's Return Home

Chapter 3 * Visit to Old College... and Some Old Memories

Chapter 4 * Uncontrollable Feelings

Chapter 5 * A Rude Encounter

Chapter 6 * Reconciliation

Chapter 7 * New Beginnings

Chapter 8 * Reception at the Mehras' - Part 1

Chapter 9 * Reception at the Mehras' - Part 2

Chapter 10 * A Vulnerable Moment

Chapter 11 * Changes

Chapter 12 * A Bug Called Love

Chapter 13 * Sparks

Chapter 14 * The Evil Eye

Chapter 15 * Broken Heart, Breaking Heart

Chapter 16 * The First Fight

Chapter 17 * Stubborn Desire

Chapter 18 * Coming up!

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.:| CHARACTER LIST |:.

MAITHILI AGGARWAL
A 24-year-old lawyer practicing human rights law abroad, returning to Mumbai. Fiercely intelligent, beautiful, uninhibited, and independent, with a huge stubborn streak.

VIKRAMADITYA "ADI" MEHRA
A 27-year-old Mumbai-based businessman and law graduate. Handsome, smart, sophisticated, and arrogant.

SUYASH MEHRA
Former businessman, doting husband, grandfater of Adi and father of the late Sameer Mehra.

PARVATI MEHRA
Wife of Suyash Mehra and the mother of the late Sameer Mehra. She is a loving woman of strong character, who is very attached to her family.

ASHUTOSH "ASHU" MEHRA
A 23-year-old college graduate and artist. Son of Shruti Mehra and brother to Adi and Tanu Mehra. Creative, sensitive, and kind-hearted.

SHRUTI MEHRA
A 52-year-old former businesswoman running a Mumbai-based Human Rights organization. Widow of Sameer Mehra and mother of Adi, Ashu, and Tanu. Strong and open-minded mother.

TANU MEHRA
A 19-year-old college student studying law. Sister of Adi and Ashu. Stylish, ambitious and spoiled, but good at heart.

KAMAL AGGARWAL
A 54-year-old businessman and widowed father of Maithili Aggarwal. Supportive, encouraging, and fun-loving father who has always treated his daughter like a friend.

PALLAVI AGGARWAL
Mathili's mother and Kamal's wife. Though she initially had her differences with Kamal, they fell deeply in love after marriage. Pallavi died in a car accident when Maithili was 6 months old.

RISHIKA RAY CHAUDHURI
A 48-year-old lawyer and professor. Maithili and Adi were both once her students. Gauri is her only daughter. Honest lawyer, sincere teacher and strict mother. Friends with Shruti Mehra.

RISHABH RAY CHAUDHURI
A 54-year-old retired businessman. Husband to Rishika and father to Gauri. An easy-going husband and father who loves his wife and daughter.

GAURI RAY CHAUDHURI
A 19-year-old college student and dancer. Best friend of Tanu Mehra. Talkative, mature, and a good dancer.

KAJAL DESAI
A 24-year-old school teacher and ex-girlfriend of Aditya Mehra. Intensely emotional, insecure, and blind in love. She fell for Adi a little too hard, and couldn't let go.

PERCY WADIA
A 22-year-old jazz musician. Impatient, loaded with attitude, and hot-tempered, but caring towards those he's close with. Friend of Kajal Desai.

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Posted: 17 years ago

CHAPTER ONE
Prelude

Maithili Aggarwal and Aditya Mehra both grew up in Mumbai and both studied law in the best law school of the country. Throughout their college years, they hated one another. Maithili hated Aditya for his arrogance, and Aditya hated Maithili because she didn't fall for him unlike the other girls in their college. Maithili came from a family that once used to be very affluent, but lost a big share of its wealth down the road. Her father managed their businesses that did well, but their family was nowhere as affluent as the Mehra family that Adi was from.

Adi was a typical rich snob back then. Even though Maithili was normally sweet-tempered, whenever she was around Adi, her ego got the best of her and she always did her best to put him down. Adi also purposely acted more arrogant then he really was around Maithili whenever he got a chance. Despite the numerous fights the two had, they didn't get a chance to really get to know one another beyond the exterior. Maithili had no idea that underneath Adi's casanova and bratty exterior, there existed an intelligent and sweet interior. Adi also never gave Maithili a chance and assumed she was a man-hater. Undearneath all this contempt, there was a heavy chemistry and spark that existed between the two. Maybe it was because of the attraction after all, that they made it a point to hate each other. Neither was the type to "lose" to someone because of their looks.

But that was 5 years ago. In the middle of her law degree, when she was about 19 years old, Maithili won a scholarship to study abroad. After she finished her degree, she travelled around the UK and North Africa, taking on internships with lawyers fighting human rights cases. She became sharp and world-wise, especially after being through a couple of relationships. She knew if she ever would want to settle down with someone, it would have to be someone who could mentally stimulate her, and also respect her.

Around the time Maithili transferred, Adi, who was 3 years her senior, finished his law degree and took over his family business from his mother, Shruti Mehra. Shruti Mehra was always interested in social work, and after handing over the family business to her son, started social service organizations and devoted all her time to social causes. Under Adi's management, their family business grew and so did Adi. He made mistakes and learnt from them. He grew into a responsible man. Looking back at his college years, he couldn't believe how stupid he once was, and how he went through women like pairs of clothes. He was now at an age where he wanted to only pursue serious relationships, but rarely found women that could sustain his interest. They either turned out to be boring and unintelligent, or after his money.

In 5 years, so much had changed. But whenever Adi and Maithili recalled their college years, they remembered the older image they had of each other ' blindly stubborn and full of hate for the other. Somewhere deep down, maybe there was still the memory of the indescribable attraction they felt for each other but never admitted to. Maybe. But it was also buried deep down underneath their busy lives, almost forgotten.

Maithili was returning to Mumbai. She wanted to spend her education and her experience to develop Human Rights law within India, she was tired of being around firangis. She wanted to make a difference in her own country, among her own people.

With Shruti Mehra running Human Rights organizations in Mumbai, she was sure to run into Adi again. But she didn't know that now.

What will Mumbai be like after all these years? With the exception of her father and two or three childhood friends, she hadn't kept in touch with anyone else. Aditya Mehra was the last thing on her mind amidst all her excitement about moving home again. But despite all her strong will and brains, Maithili Aggarwal did not control fate, and she had no idea what was in store for her in Mumbai. If only it were that simple' If only.

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Sadia87

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Posted: 17 years ago

OMG luv the story so far!! plz do continue
I luv A&M!! thank you soooooooooooooo much for making a new AM ff!! plz do update soon! 😳

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sidsk

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Posted: 17 years ago

Wow.........amazing writing style and a very interesting plot.Do continue soon. 😳

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Arti

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Posted: 17 years ago

Hello again! Thanks for the appreciation! :)

Normally I won't have time to update this fast, but since I already have Chapter 2 written, I thought I would post it, to give everyone an idea about how the story is getting set up!

Cheers!
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CHAPTER 2
Maithili's return home

The second she stepped outside the airport, she felt a hot breeze rush towards her face. Until this moment, she hadn't quite realized how much she missed home. Until she had held her father in a tight embrace, feeling as safe as only he could make her feel, Maithili had forgotten how much she needed that comfort, even as a grown adult. "I missed you so much, Papa," she said into his ear. She knew he was too choked to say anything.

His daughter meant the world to Kamal Aggarwal. After all, she was all he had. His wife Pallavi Aggarwal died years ago. They initially had a difficult marriage due to Pallavi's stubbornness, but after Pallavi changed her ways, their love blossomed until they had Maithili. When Maithili was 6 months old, Pallavi died in a car accident. Kamal cherished his daughter and gave her all his time and energy. Though he wanted to give her all the comforts she deserved, he didn't want to spend all of his time on making money. There wasn't a day when Maithili didn't wish she didn't have a mother or at least a sister, but she never told him that. She always hid from her father the desperate loneliness she felt as a child, despite having a few friends and her father's undivided love. She grew up reading books and living in an imaginary world. It was only after her past two relationships failed before they could become anything that Maithili realized how difficult it had become for her to trust someone. She was always wary, always guarded, and made sure nobody could enter her inner world. She needed to let go sometimes, she understood that, but it wasn't so easy to actually do it.

Maithili and Kamal were being driven home, and father and daughter were sitting in the back seat together. "Why are you being so quiet beta," Kamal asked, interrupted Maithili's quiet thoughts. "I'm just tired," Maithili replied, but quickly sat up and started filling him in on her plans. She had been in touch with some of her contacts about human rights work in Mumbai. Everyone had referred her to Shruti Mehra, saying that her organization was the finest in Mumbai. Maithili was due to meet Mrs. Mehra for an interview the following week. As she filled Kamal in on all of this, Kamal remarked, "you are still the same! When are you going to take some time off to spend with your poor old father, hm? You see how fat I am becoming from all the lack of exercise." Even as he said that to tease her, he thought to himself that he was proud of her for the hard-working, honest, and conscientious woman she had become. Maithili smiled at her jovial father's usual self-deprecating jokes, jabbing him playfully in his tummy and hugging him once again. "It's good to be home, papa. And I'll never leave you again," she said.

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In the past week, Maithili had met up with a couple of her childhood friends. She couldn't figure out if they changed or if she did, but she couldn't stand them anymore. She found them petty, annoying, and full of inane worries about their routines and daily lives. She started to feel claustrophobic. Maybe it was a bad idea to leave everything she had to come to Mumbai where she didn't even have a job yet. What was she going to do? This week she had spent her mornings on unsuccessful morning jogs with her dad who always convinced her to stop jogging after about 10 minutes and to walk along with him instead. Not that she minded the walk. But after a couple of days, he was back to his work and she was starting to feel bored. Thank god that she had the interview at Sahitya Advocacy Group (SAG) tomorrow.

In the afternoon, it started to rain heavily. Maithili was laying in her bed, looking at her room which was pretty much just the way she had left it. She got up clumsily to pick up her tea and ended up spilling it on the floor. She sighed with annoyance and went to get a washcloth. She started wiping the floor where she'd spilled the tea when she noticed the box of her old diaries under her bed. She pulled out the dusty box, which immediately got her sneezing. She impatiently opened the box, eager to find her thoughts from at least 5 years ago, in which time she felt like so much had happened to radically change who she was. She recognized the green journal at the top of the box, it was the last journal she used before she left India. She opened it up to find the first entry dated February 19, 2003. She quickly glanced through the bound notebook, which was now slowly starting to fall apart after remaining in a dusty box for 5 years.

Aditya Mehra. Aditya Mehra filled up more space on these pages than he needed to. Why did she spend so much energy writing angrily about this guy? It amused her now, to see the vitriolic tone in which she had "diagnosed" his problems. She had been unrelenting in her criticisms of him. Suddenly, the words 'Aditya Mehra' transformed into the image of him in front of her eyes. The image came to her slowly, hazily. She remembered his hair the most, the way it was slightly overgrown and falling in front of his forehead. His eyes were always so confident, probably over-confident, and he carried himself with a high degree of smugness wherever he went. How many times she had met those very eyes, in anger, contempt, and the kind of hatred that is utterly juvenile. What was it about those eyes that she still remembered their intensity now, years later? There was something distinctly invasive about those eyes. When he looked at her, she felt as if he was stealing away parts of her. Can perception work like that, she had wondered. The sound of thunder outside refocused Maithili's thoughts. She shook her head and smiled slightly to herself, mildly reprimanding herself for getting carried away in nostalgia. She thought to herself that she sure as hell won't be running into Aditya Mehra anymore, for who knew where he was in the world after all this time, and she put the journal back into the box and pushed it right under the bed.

* * *

Maithili looked at herself in the mirror, focusing her attention on her crisp, dark grey suit. She needed some sort of colour, she told herself, and quickly grabbed a turquoise blue silk scarf and heavy beaded necklace before heading out of her room.
"Good morning, papa," she said cheerily as she said sat down at the dining table. "Good morning beta, you look great," Kamal said as he smiled reassuringly at her. "Ready for your interview?" he asked.
"Absolutely," said Maithili with confidence. In her own thoughts, Maithili wondered about the challenges of working in a completely different context than she had before. Laws were different in India, and though she did her initial training here, she would have to do a lot of research to catch up. But she was sure she could handle it, given all of the experience she had.
"Are you sure you don't want me to drop you off?" Kamal asked, interrupting her worries.
"I'm sure. I'll drive myself, I know where their office is," she said, reassuringly adding that that she hasn't been gone for that long, and she can still drive herself around in Mumbai.

As Maithili waited at the reception, she noted that Mrs. Mehra was indeed a very busy woman. Through her research, Maithili had found out that Shruti Mehra had a long history of doing advocacy work. Not only was she an experienced lawyer, she had also written extensively about the challenges of human rights work in India. For all her fame, very little was known to Maithili about her personal life. Her father had told her that Shruti Mehra was the daughter-in-law of Suyesh and Parvati Mehra, who used to do business with the Aggarwals back in the day. She knew that she had been married to a Sameer Mehra who met an early death. But did she have any children? Did they work with her? Maithili had no idea. Before she could wander off in her thoughts, Mrs. Mehra's secretary invited her in for the interview.

Shruti noticed through the glass doors to her office that Maithili had a confidence and grace that reminded her of something, but she couldn't place her finger on it. Maithili greeted her cordially before Shruti started a casual interview with her. She quickly learned that Maithili had sophisticated training, a sharp intelligence, as well as valuable experience. They clicked well, and Shruti immediately offered her the job without any second thoughts. Maithili was to begin training the next day as one of the lawyers in the company. Shruti informed her that her duties would also include research and outreach work so she can come up to speed on what was going on locally in Mumbai.

Pleased with the interview, Maithili walked outside to her car. She remembered that she had parked far away from the building. There was no guest parking available there this morning, and she had been asked by the watchman to park in the next street. "Great," she thought to herself sarcastically as she walked in full business attire in hot weather, wearing heels. As she walked, a small breeze rushed up against her. Though the breeze was actually warm, when it rushed to Maithili's face, she anticipated it with a smile, high on thoughts about her exciting new job with one of the best lawyers in the country. In that moment, Maithili was as much a grown woman as she was a child. She was dressed like a professional lawyer, which she was, and yet, here she was, extending her chin slightly into the breeze with her face tilted slightly backward, her eyes closed, and with a grin on her face. The breeze didn't stop at her face, of course, and rustled through her long, flowing hair. If looks could be read, Maithili's face showed an immediate and inspired confidence mixed with naivet. She was a visual contradiction to anyone who looked at her at that moment. In a busy Mumbai street, not many people would stop to look at that.

But there was one man who noticed. Who looked at her from a hundred feet away, transfixed by what he saw. He could recognize that face anywhere. It was a face that had led him to many an emotion, though the most common emotions he had expressed visibly were annoyance and anger. He could be anything towards her, anything but dispassionate. He couldn't ignore her. He never could then, and even today, after 5 years, he was jolted by her sudden reappearance. She looked so different, as if she had changed, and yet, so familiar. Suddenly his cell phone rang rudely and he instinctively grabbed it to shut it off. His eyes darted about, trying to follow her, but he had lost her by then. She had disappeared. Maithili Aggarwal had inexplicably disappeared yet again. What if they had come face to face? What would it have been like? He wondered if she had changed from the stubborn young woman she used to be. But then, to be fair, he was not a basket of roses himself back then, either. He used to go out of his way to irritate her sometimes, just to see anger flash across her face and to hear her articulate insults. He loved to get a reaction out of her, and he had found it so sexy that a girl could stand up to him that much when all the other girls in college were busy swooning over him. Even then, he could've admitted to himself that he was attracted to her, but to do so would not befit Aditya Mehra. "Sometimes, I can really tell what an arrogant jerk I can be," he thought to himself, smiling.

His mobile rang again.

"Hello?"
"Adi? I asked you to bring those papers over an hour ago, and you're still not here. If you wanted me to sign them so urgently, you could've asked me at home last night, beta."
"Sorry, Mamma. I'm right outside your office, actually. I just got… distracted for a moment."
Shruti teased him, "Distracted? Really? Ever since you became the so-serious Mr. Aditya Mehra, M.D. of Prism Industries, you have almost forgotten how to get distracted, I thought. Anyway, listen, I just finished some interviews and this is the best time for you to come in and get those papers signed."
"Okay, be there in a moment. And anyway, as usual the guest parking is full, so I've had to park across the street. Although I'm glad I parked here today… I guess," Adi stuttered, having lost his balance slightly. He shut his phone and safely returned it to his pocket as he headed across the street.

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72968

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Posted: 17 years ago

very well written! 👏 love the plot and your style of writing enhances it further 😳 do update soon.. 😆 i'm already addicted

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Posted: 17 years ago

Arti.. wow AM ff a gr8 relief 2 read dat n c dat. otherwise kuch log toh start karte hi but updtz nahi 😆 😆 *hint hint* 😆 😉

wow Iluved ur Ff.. mine adi is so wonderful here. he still rmbr mets n deep inside he hve fellin 4 her . gr8 . n sum wht mets 2 hve ryt.

ju hve gr8 writing skills. thx 4 part 2 also. i m nw addicted 2 dis plz upadtz more soon... 😛

4 ju 👏