part 1
Jai Walia slowly walked down the crooked streets of Mumbai, drenched because of the pouring rain. Thunder roared loudly as tears streamed down his cheeks. Jai, a 22 year old in his last year of college, was a wealthy and very good-looking guy. All the girls in college would die to get just a glance of him. Oh how lucky he was. So lucky that he was walking alone on a stormy night oblivious to everything but his pain. The emptiness of his life echoed in his mind and heart. Everyday he would see his stepfather torture his mother and yet he could not do anything. He would see her tears in her weak eyes, those same eyes that had held such determination after becoming a widow with a 5 year old son, alone in this world. The same eyes that brimmed with hope for a beautiful future when she got married to Harsh Walia, the owner of the Walia Empire. He would see his mother getting spat on and attacked with harsh words of suspicion behind closed doors, yet kept quiet only because she urged him to. She was still beautiful and vibrant, which angered his stepfather so much that he always saw her with suspicion in his eyes. Jai's life had plunged into a web of darkness after his real father's death. Now he was the cool and ambitious rich kid who had the support and brains to make something out of himself. His parents, of course, wanted him to continue the great business of the Walias. Not wanted, EXPECTED. So what if he wanted to be a writer and travel the world? So what if he wanted to be freed from all these fake relationships and explore life' to LIVE life the way he wanted to? Why is it that he had to suppress his desires? Inside, Jai Walia was a tumbling tornado battling with himself, ultimately just ending up lonely.
His daze was broken by a sharp scream of a girl. He looked up to see a young girl soaked in a white salwar. He couldn't make out her face however. She was running towards him, followed by three men chasing after her. She was trying to escape.
Girl: Leave me alone! Koi mujhe bachao!
She looked back at the three angry men with lust filled eyes. When she frantically looked ahead, she made out the figure of another person and thought of him as her last hope. Jai was suddenly alerted of the serious situation as she hid behind him, hands on his shoulders.
Girl: plz, plz help me. Meri izzat'. Plz mujhe bachea!
Her voice was shaky and feeble. The three men came up to Jai, who wore a blank expression .
Man 1: Eh! Hat ja! Nahin to'
Jai: nahin to kya?
His voice was slow and sharp-- a volcano waiting to erupt.
Jai had found a punchbag to let out his anger on. Jai threw an aggressive punch at the deep-voiced man. They were trying to rape an innocent girl. Disgust and hatred filled him.
The other two scrambled off and soon after the man , still bleeding from the punch, scrambled after them. The girl let go of Jai and he turned to her. For the first time he looked at her carefully. She was a petite girl of about 18 with a cute almond cut face. But it was her eyes that captivated him. Those beautiful brown eyes that stared back at him with fear. She backed away from' shaking and scared.
Jai: Calm' calm down.
He found his own voice was trembling. Frantic she backed away from him quicker, afraid that he, too, might try to do the unthinkable. Suddenly she stopped. The world seemed to be moving round and round'. Nothing made sense anymore as all the lines became hazed and uncertain. Her hand moved to her head and she lost balance. Jai quickly caught her in his arms and held her. Despite the cold rain, she was warm' she made him feel warm. Jai swooped the unconcious figure up in his arms and started making his way back home. He couldn't just leave her there. And besides, he had a feeling that maybe, just maybe, this ajnabi was just as lonely and scared as he was.
ok guys-- wat did u think of the first part? this is my first ever fan fic so plz leave comments!!!đ boring part but i promise --- the next one will be... VERY interestingđ
oh yea-- and guess who the AJNABI isđđ
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