hello wolderful KS-ians...its me once again...😃😃😃...im back with a new ff...this one will be shorter then the one that i currently have running...😛😛😛...this new ff is different...it has your jai and bani...of course...but...but...but...the endind...is still undecided...i had planned on finishing the whole ff before posting any parts...but then i had a change of heart...so here is the plan...i will begin posting the parts...but the story and ending will be determined by none other the you wonderful people...i know what i want...but navu and guli refuse to let me do it......i wont tell u what i want, but i will go with what you want...i will ask you soon what the main question is...it will all depend on how u all answer that one question...😉...but u will have to wait fo rthat...lol...for now...enjoy part one...i know it is short...but its a teaser...let me know what u think...should i continue or not...😳...happy reading...
ps: here are links to my previous and current ff's
Sau Dard (FF completed)
http://india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=455585&TPN=1
Zindagi Kya Hoga (FF still running)
http://india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=606280&TPN=1
Ek Paal (SS completed)
http://india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=568054&TPN=1
Ok now here it is...
Bani's Secret
Part 1
It was a beautiful Sunday evening; the sky was glittered with red, yellow and orange colors as the sun was settling down for the day. It had been a long and tiring day. Usually people spent Sunday's relaxing with friends and family, having a good time. However, if you were in the antiques business the weekend was more like the work week and the work week was more like a weekend; Friday, Saturday and Sunday, the three busy days for Old Treasures (Antique Shop). There was always a constant stream of customers and admirers in and out of the shop on those days. The good thing was that her work was now over and for the next two or three days she would have time to spend with the person she missed so much while she was at work.
Her hands were full with grocery bags, her purse and a notebook, yet somehow she managed to push the kitchen door of her parents house open. As soon as she set foot into the house she knew something was wrong; the house was quiet, too quiet. 'Mom?' she called out, and waited for a response.
A few seconds her mother, Kiran Dixit, came into the kitchen. 'Tum aagayi.' her mother said. Kiran's face was pale, and her eye brows drawn into a slight frown, but none the less a smile, be it fake, was plastered on her face.
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At that moment she knew what something had to be gravely wrong. Her mother never spoke in Hindi, her native tongue, unless the situation demanded it; usually that meant that something great was happening, she was mad at the world, or something had gone terribly wrong. The look on her mothers face told her it was the latter of the three. Her father, Nishikant Dixit, had been born and raised in Bakersfield, CA . He was a very open and modern man for his times (according to traditional Indian cultures). Her grandfather, Vinod Dixit, had come to the US when he was a small child so basically grew up here. Her grandmother, Naina Dixit, also grew up in the US.
It was a shock to everyone when Nishikant had decided to marry Indian born and raised Kiran Chopra. Vinod and Naina still had strong ties to their motherland even if they were raised in the US. It was a tradition that they flew back home to see the family every two years, at least. Nishikant at first didn't like it because it was so different from what he was used to. When he had started going to college the visits stopped for almost 6 years, the time it took him to earn is MBA from USC. He had finally gone back for a cousins wedding, and that is where he had met Kiran. She was a bubbly, fun-loving girl that stole his heart in one glance.
After Kiran and Nishikant had gotten married the moved into a house in Tehachapi, a small town near Bakersfield, Ca. They ran a successful contract business and raised three beautiful girls. Kiran was so taken by the new American culture that the totally changed her ways. She wore jeans and shirts and high heels, she took an ESL class and began speaking English. She was always the cool mom who let her girls express themselves. She was more of a friend than a mother in most cases.
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What scared her the most now was the fact that her mother was speaking in Hindi. The last time she heard her mom speak in English was almost four, four and a half years ago. She had returned from London, where she was going to school for Art History, and dropped the biggest bombshell the family had to ever deal with. That is when the thought occurred to her, but no, it couldn't be...its just couldn't be...not now; not after all these years. Now, she was getting really scared. Her eyes quickly scanned for her three, almost four year old son. 'Mom, what happened? Where is Veer?'
Kiran twisted the ends of her stylish scarf with her hands, 'Darling...' he moms voice finally spoke, almost a soft whisper, '...tum tension maat lo. Veer bilkul tik hai, woh aapne nana-ji ke saath fishing kaarne gaya hai.'
She breathed a sigh of relief knowing that her son was off doing one of his favorite things, fishing with her father. It was a regular ritual during the summer for the two Dixit men. The went fishing mid-afternoon, and in the evening they came back with the tales of the huge fish they caught but decided to let go because Veer felt bad for taking them away from their families. But it still didn't settle with her that her mother was still speaking in Hindi. 'Mom, if everything is alright, why are you so tensed? Is it Rano or Raashi?' she asked.
'Nahin...woh dono tik hai.'
'Then what it is Mom? Mom, you are going to give me a heart attack if you don't tell me what is bothering you...soon.'
Kiran began to shuffle her feet and fidget even more with her scarf, 'Aab main tumhe yeh kaise kahoon?'
The fear that had managed to die down a few seconds ago, was now back but with more force and fury. Her heart began pounding hard against her chest and her breaths became quick and shallow. 'Mom, come on tell me. You are really beginning to scare me now. What happened?'
'Bani...woh vaapas aagaya...he's back.' her mother finally replied.
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**I would love to see your comments as to whether i should continue or not...this part may have been a bit boring...but it gets better...hope you liked it**
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