IshVeer os: Our Dreamland part2

A young man named RV came, very long ago, from the south of Italy to study at the university of padua. RV, who had but little money in his pocket, went to live in a high and ill-lighted room of an old building Which looked as if it had been the place of a paduan noble. He sighed heavily as he looked around the ill-furnished apartment.
Old lady Lisabetta had been won By the youth's beauty of person and was kindly attempting to give the room a better appearance. "Holy Mother, sir!" She cried, "What a sigh was that to come of a young man's heart! Do you find this old palace sad? For the love of heaven, then, put your head out of the window, and you will see sunshine as bright as that Which you left in Naples"
He did as the old woman urged, but could not quite agree with her that paduan sunshine was as cheerful as that of southern Italy. Such as it was, however, it fell upon a garden beneath the window, Which contained a number of plants and seemed to have been tended with great care. Does this garden belong to the house? Asked RV.
Heaven prevent it, sir, unless it contained better plants than any that grow there now, answered the old lady. No, that garden is cared for By the hands of professor jha, the famous doctor, who surely has been heard of as far as naples.
It is said that he makes these plants into medicines that are as powerfull as magic. Often you May see the doctor at work, and sometimes his daughter, too, gathering the strange flowers that grow in the garden.
The old woman having now done What She could for the appearance of the room took her departure.
He still found no better occupation than to look down into the garden beneath his window. From its appearance, he judged it to be a garden for the study of plants. Or, it might once have been the pleasure place of a wealthy family for there was the ruin of a stone fountain in the center, made with unusual art but now all broken. The water, however, continued to flow into the sunshine as cheerfully as ever. All about the pool into Which the water flowed grew different plants huge leaves, and in some instances, with stone jar in the middle of the pool, that bore many purple flowers, each of Which had the richness of a jewel. The whole together made a show so bright that it seemed enough to light up the garden, even had there been no sunshine.
Every portion of the garden was peopled with plants, Which, if less beautiful, still bore signs of great care. It seemed as if all had their individual virtues, known to the scientific Mind that tended them.
While RV stood at the window he heard a noise behind a curtain of leaves, and noticed that a person was at work in the garden. His figure soon came into view, and showed itself to be that of no common laborer but a tall thin sickly looking man dressed in black. He was beyond the middle time of life with gray hair and a face marked with learning but Which could never even in his more youthful days have expressed much warmth of heart.
This scientific gardener examined every plant Which grew in his path with the greatest care. Nevertheless, he did not actually touch the plants. Instead, he avoided their touch or the direct breathing of their smells for the man seemed to be working as among poisonous animals, or evil spirits. It was strangely frightening to the young man to see this air of insecurity in a person working in a garden that most simple of human tasks. The untrustful gardener protected his hands with a pair of thick gloves. Nor were there his only defence. When in his walk through the garden he came to the magnificent plant that hung its purple jewels beside the stone fountain he place a covering over his mouth and nose but finding his task still too full of danger he drew back uncovered his face and called loudly but in the weak voice of a sick person.
Ishani ishani!
Here i am my father. What do you wish? Cried a rich and youthful voice from the window of the opposite house. A voice as rich as a sunset. Are you in the garden?
Yes, ishani answered the gardener, and i need your help.
Soon there came out from under a stone doorway a young girl, dressed with as much richness of a taste as the most splendid of the flowers. She looked full of life, health, and energy. Yet RV's fancy must have grown serious while he looked down into the garden. The impression Which the fair stranger made upon him was as if there was another flower the human sister of those vegetable ones. She seemed as beautiful as they, more beautiful than the richer of them but still to be touched only with a glove and not to be approached without a covered face. As She came down the garden path,
It was observable that She handled and breathed the smell of several of the plants Which her father had most carefully avoided.
Here ishani said the latter, see What can you do for our chief treasure. Sick as i am it might cost my life to approach it as closely as circumstances demand. Hereafter, i fear this plant must be entrusted to your charge alone.
And gladly will i attemp It, cried again the rich tones of the lady as She bent towards he magnificent plant and put her arms around it.
"Yes, my sister, my splendor, it shall be ishani's task to nurse and serve you, and you shall reward her with your kisses and sweet breath, Which to her is as the breath of life"
RV, at his window up above, rubbed his eyes and almost doubted whether it were a girl tending her favorite flower, or one sister performing the duties of love to another. The scene soon ended. Whether doctor jha had finished his labors in the garden, or that his watchful eye had caught the stranger's face, he now took his daughter's arm and went away. Rv, closing the window, went to his bed and dreamed of a rich flower and beautiful girl. Flower and maiden were different and yet the same both containing some strange danger.
But there is an influence in the light of morning that tends to correct whatever errors of fancy, or even of judgement, we May have fallen into during the setting of the sun, or among the shadows of the night, or in the moonlight. His first movement, on rising from sleep, was to throw open the window full of mysteries. He was surprised and a little ashamed to find How real and matter-of-fact it to be proved to be, in the first rays of the sun. The young man was glad that, in the heart of the city, he had the privilege of overlooking this beautiful spot. It would serve, he said to himself, to keep him it touch with nature.
During the day he paid his respects to professor kabir, professor of medicine in the university, a doctor of great fame, to whom RV had brought a letter of introduction. The professor was an older person, apparently of a happy and light hearted nature. He kept the young man to dinner, and made himself very pleasant By the freedom and liveliness of his conversation, especially when warmed By a bottle or two of wine. Rv thinking that men of science, living in the same city must be on familiar terms with one another took an opportunity to mention the name of doctor jha. But the professor did not reply with so much friendliness as he had expected
"it would not be worth of a professor or medicine," said professor kabir, "to keep from praising a doctor so skilled as jha; but on the other hand, i should not permit you, Ranveer Vaghela, the son of an ancient friend, to form wrong ideas respecting a man who might hereafter chance to hold your life and death in his hands. The truth is, our worshipful doctor jha has as much science as any professor in Italy. But there are certain serious doubts as to his character.
"And What are they?" asked the young man.
"it is said of him." said the professor with a smile, "that he cares more for science than for mankind. Sick people are interesting to him only as subjects for some new experiment. He would destroy human life, his own among the rest, or whatever else was dearest to him, for the sake of adding to scientific knowledge."
"he is an awful man indeed," remarked Rv. "And yet, worshipful professor, is it not a noble spirit? Are there many men who have so spiritual a love of science?"
"Fortunately, there are not. It is his belief that all virtues of the science of medicine are contained in vegetable poisons. These he grows with his own hands, and is said even to have produced new kinds of poisons, more full of danger than those found in nature."
"i know not, most learned professor," replied Rv, "How dearly this doctor May love his art; but surely there is one object more dear to him, he has a daughter."
"Aha!" cried the professor, with a laugh. "So now our friend Rv's secret is out. You have heard of his daughter, whom all the young man in Padua are wild about, though not half a dozen have ever had the Good fortune to see her face. I know little of the Ishani except that jha is said to have instructed her deeply in his science. Other foolish things are said about her, but they are not worth Talking about or listening to. So now, dear friend, drink off your glass of wine."
He returned to his room somewhat heated with the wine, Which caused his brain to swim with strange imaginings about doctor jha and the beautiful Ishani. On his way, happening to pass By a flower shop, he bought some fresh flowers.
Going up to his room, he seated himself near window, but within the shadow throws By the wall, so that he could look down into the garden with little chance of being discovered.

Hello guys I am back with another os but story is taken from an English novel..
I hope its good this is just first part will update the next one tomorrow...

interesting..i liked it..waiting for ur next update neha.

Sounds interesting ;) Waiting to read the next :))

I don't know how many parts I am going to make of this story but
It's too long and I can't update in a go...

Part 2

At first, the scene beneath his eye was empty. The strange plants were sleeping in the sunshine, and now and then nodding gently to one another. Soon, however, as Rv had half hoped, half feared would be the case a figure appeared beneath in the stone door, and came between the rows of plants, breathing their smells. On again beholding ishani, the young man surprised to see How much more beautiful She was than he remembered her to be. Her face, being now more revealed than on the former occasion, showed simplicity and sweetness, qualities that had not entered into his idea of her character. Nor did he fail again to observe the likeness between the beautiful girl and the magnificent bush that hung its jewel like flowers over the fountain.
Approaching the bush, She threw her arms around it.
"Give me your breath, my sister," exclaimed Ishani; for I am faint with common air. And give me this flower, that i May place it close beside my heart."
with these words, the beautiful daughter of jha picked one of the richest flowers of the bush, and was about to place it upon her breast. But now unless Rv's senses were affected By the wine, a strange thing occured. A small orange colored animal chanced to come along the path, just at the feet of Ishani. Rv was not sure, but it appeared to him that a drop or two of water from the flower fell upon the animal's head. In an instant it lay motionless in the sunshine. Ishani made the sign of the cross, but without surprise; nor did She therefor hesitate to place the flower upon her breast.
"Am I awake? Have i my senses? Said Rv to himself.
"What is this being? Beautiful shall i call her, or terrible?"
Ishani now walked carelessly through the garden, approaching closer beneath Rv's window. At this moment here came a beautiful insect over the garden wall. This winged brightness seemed to be drawn By ishani, and flew about her head. Now, it could be that Rv's eyes fooled him, but, while She was gazing at the insect with childish delight, it grew faint and fell at her feet. It was dead from no cause that he could see, unless it were her breath. Again She crossed herself and sighed heavily as She bent over the dead insect.
A quick movement of Rv drew her eyes to the window. There She beheld the beautiful head of the young man gazing down upon her. Scarcely knowing What he did, he threw down the flowers Which he was holding in his hands.
"Ishani," said he, "there are some pure and healthful flowers. Wear them for the sake of Ranveer Vaghela."
"thanks, Rv," replied She, with her rich voice. "I accept your gift, and would repay it with this precious purple flower; but if i throw it into the air it will not reach you. So dear Rv must content himself with my thanks."


She lifted the flowers from the ground, and then, as if ashamed at having replied to a stranger's greeting, passed hurriedly through the garden. But few as the moments were, it seemed to him that his beautiful flowers were already beginning to die in her grasp. But perhaps he did not see clearly.

For many days afterwards the young man avoided the window that looked into doctor jha's garden. He felt that he had put himself within the influence of a strange power By the words Which he had exchanged with Ishani. Whether or not She possessed those terrible qualities, that deadly breath, She had at least introduced a fine poison into his system. It was not love, although her rich beauty was a madness to him; nor terror; but a combination of both. Blessed are all simple emotions, be they dark or bright! It is the mixture of the two that comes from the region of hell.
Sometimes he tried to end the fever of his spirit By a rapid walk through the streets of Padua or beyond its gates. One day his arm was seized By a man who recognized him.
"Ranveer! Stop, my young friend!" cried he. "have you forgotten me?"
it was professor Kabir, whom rv had avoided ever since their first meeting, for fear that he would look too deeply into his secrets. He spoke like a man in a dream.
"Yes, i am Ranveer vaghela. You are professor Kabir. Now let me pass!"
"not yet, not yet dear," said the professor, smiling, but at the same time studying the youth with his glance. "What! Did i grow up side By side with your father?
And shall his son pass me like a stranger?
Now while he was speaking there came a man in black along the street, moving like a person in poor health.
"It is doctor jha" whispered the professor when the stranger had passed. "has he ever seen your face before?"
"not that i know, answered rv starting at the name.
He has seen you! He must have seen you" said professor
"This man of science is making a study of you. I know that look of his! You are the subject of one of his experiments!"
"will you make a fool of me?" cried Rv. "that, professor, would be an untoward experiment."
"patience! Patience!" replied the professor. I tell you, my poor friend that jha has a scientific interest in you. You have fallen into fearful hands! And ishani What part does She act in this mystery?"
But there Rv broke away and was gone before the professor could again seize his arm. He looked after the young man and shook his head.
"this must not be," said professor to himself. " the youth is the son of my old friend, and must not come to any harm."
Rv found himself at last at the door of his building. As he entered he was met By old lisabetta, who smiled and tried to gain his attention. He turned his eyes full upon the old face,

But seemed not to behold it. The old woman, therefore, laid her grasp upon his coat.
"Rv! Rv!" whispered She, still with a smile over her face. "listen, there is a private entrance into the garden!"
"What do you say?" exclaimed Rv, turning quickly about. "a private entrance into dr. Jha's garden?"
"quiet! Quiet! Not so loud!" whispered Lisabetta, putting her hand over his mouth. "Yes; into the worshipful doctor's garden, Where you May see all his fine bushes. Many a young man in padua would give gold to be permitted among those flowers."
he put a piece of gold into her hand.
"Show me the way," said he
the thought crossed his Mind that old lady might perhaps be connected with an experiment of doctor jha. But such a thought was not enough to hold him back. The instant that he saw the possibility of approaching ishani, it seemed most necessary to do so. It mattered not whether She were from heaven or hell.
He paused, hesitated, turned half about, but again went on. His old guide led him along several dark halls, and finally unlocked a door. He stepped forth and found himself beneath his own window in the open area of doctor jha's garden.
We often fine ourselves calm when the impossible thing happens. So it was now with Rv. Day after day he had dreamed feverishly of meeting ishani face to face, in this very garden. But now there was a strange calm within his breast. He threw a glance around the garden to discover of ishani or her father were present, and seeing that he was alone, began to observe the plants.
The appearance of all of them troubled him. There was scarcely a plant Which a wanderer would not have been frightened to find growing wild in the forest. Several gave the impression that they were no longer God's creation. They were probably the result of experiment. He recognized but two or three plants, and those were of a kind that he well knew to be poisonous. While busy with these observations he heard a slight noise, and turning beheld ishani coming from beneath a doorway.
Rv did not know How he should feel at being surprised there, but her manner placed him at his ease. She came lightly along the path and met him near the broken fountain

There was surprise in her face but brightened By a simple and kind expression of pleasure.
"you are not stranger to flowers, said She, with a smile thinking of those Which he had thrown her from the window. "it is not surprising therefore if the slight of my father's collection has brought you to take a nearer view. If he were here he could tell you many strange and interesting facts as to the nature. For he has spent a lifetime in such studies and this garden is his world.
"and yourself lady," observed rv If fame says true are likewise skilled in their virtues. If you would be my teacher i should learn more than If taught By professor jha himself.

"do people say that i am skilled in my father's science of plants? No though i have grown up among these flowers i know no more of them than their color and smell and sometimes i would free myself of even that small knowledge. There are many flowers here that shock me and dont please me when they meet my eye. But pray dear dont believe there stories about my science. Believe nothing of me save What you see with your own eyes."
"and must i believe all that i have seen with my own eyes? Said rv pointedly thinking of former scenes. "No dear bid me believe nothing save What comes from your own lips."


It would appear that She understood him but She looked full into his eyes with a queenlike air.
"i do so bid you dear," She replied. "The words of ishani's lips are true from heart."
while She spoke there was a smell in the air Which the young man scarcely dared to breathe. A faintness passed like a shadow over him and as he gazed into beautiful girl's eyes he felt No more doubt or dear.

She now became gay, and appeared to delight in her conversation with the youth even as the maiden of a lonely island might have done in Talking with a voyager from the outside world. Evidently her experience of life had been contained within the limits of that garden. She talked now about matters as simple as the daylight or summer clouds. She asked questions about city or his distant home his friends his mother and his sisters. Questions that he answered as if to a child. From time to time there crossed in the young man's Mind a sense of wonder that he should be conversing with her like brother and should find her so human and so maidenlike
Now after many turns among the garden paths they had come to the broken fountain beside Which grew the magnificent bush a smell came from it Which he recognized as being similar to ishani's breath but much more powerful. As her eyes fell upon it, rv beheld her press her hand to her breast as if her heart were beating suddenly and painfully.

For the first time in my life She whispered, speaking to the plant i had forgotten you.
"i remember ishani, said he that you once promised me one of these living jewels in return for the flowers Which i threw at your feet. Permit me now to sick it."
he made a step towards the bush with extended hand but She rushed forward with a cry that went through his heart like a sword. She caught his hand and drew it back with her whole strength.

Touch it not! She exclaimed. Not for your file! It is poisonous!
Then hiding her face She ran away as he followed her with his eyes he beheld the figure of doctor jha who had been watching the scene. He knew not How long within the shadow of the entrance. No sooner was rv alone in his room than thoughts of her came to his Mind. She was human gentle and maidenly worthy to be worshiped. Whatever had looked ugly was now beautiful.
Thus did he spend the night and did not fall asleep until the dawn. Up rose the sun in the due time and casting its rays upon the young man's eyes awoke him to a sense of pain

He had burning feeling in his right hand the very hand Which She had grasped in her own when he was on the point of picking one of the jewel like flowers. On the back of that hand there was now a purple mark.
How love does hold its Faith! He wrapped a handkerchief about his hand and wondered What evil thing had bitten him and soon forgot his pain among thoughts of ishani


After the first meeting there was a second a third a fourth unto the daily meeting with her in the garden made upon his whole life. Nor was it otherwise with the daughter of jha. She watched for the youth's appearance and flew to his side as if they had been playmates from early childhood.

If By any chance he failed to come at the appointed hour She stood beneath the window and called in her rich voice: ranveer ranveer! Why do you delay? Come down!
By all signs they loved and yet there had been No press of lips No touch of hands. On the few occasions when he had seemed to over step the limit She grew so sad that not a spoken word was needed to stop him. At such time his love grew thin and faint. But when her face brightened again She was once more the beautiful girl whom he felt that he knew.

Done 😃

Nice OS both the parts are nice😃

lovely OS dear👏 wait for next update.😊