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I know, I know - I have another FF waiting. 😳 That will be updated, I just ahev to make a few tweaks to the next part. This, on the other hand is something that came to me when I was doing the update.
CPU are now facing a mystery enemy and the track sucks; though I think it's because the creatives have no idea what Urvashi's character really is. 😕 She should really be a woman scorned; instead she's a twisted vamp who gets her kicks out of torturing children and is more interested in wealth than anything else.
The less said about CP the better.
So here's a little insight to Urvi's mind. Flawed, short and lacking half the things I had originally wanted to put in [damn my goldfish memory😆].
Not sure how many will read this, but it's here if anyone doesn't mind something light with no actual storyline. This will also remain as one part SS [most likely]
Urvashi wrung her hands, agitated as she paced restlessly across the expanse of her bedroom. The cold draft coming from the window was barely registered, though she did spare a thankful thought to the plush carpet that muffled the sounds of her footsteps so her sisters slept on soundly. Her eyes landed on the two huddled forms and the creases marring her forehead softened.
Chinky and Pinky. Chitralekha and Priyanka. A small laugh escaped her lips at the juxtaposition of the dusty names with her sisters' garish natures. They were sly, loud and so very, very scared. The frown returned, though this time more with concern than anger. Chinky and Pinky had always been the pampered daughters, if not by her father then indulged by her. They had lived for their family; always buzzed with happiness and ready with their antics to drive away any gloom hanging over Baba's weary shoulders.
Then Swapnil had come along, and destroyed everything.
For all their bravado, she knew they were both worried and reeling with the shock of losing the only world they had ever known. And it was for them that Urvashi had stood up tall and pulled out her battle-axes instead of crawling in to a quiet corner and dying. Death she would have welcomed, but not if it meant leaving them to fend for themselves.
No, she had to give them what they rightfully deserved and shield them from her latest worries – the anonymous enemy. It was coming to a week that she had been receiving dangerously pleasant notes and little clues that someone, somewhere knew their secret. Urvashi had, obviously, dismissed the stranger every time when she was in front of them. In the silence of the night however, she would pace the room and rack her brains for a loop that would make everything clear. Every time, she came up with nothing.
The obvious culprit was Sonalika. But she was in London at the moment, on a trip with her husband Shreyas as they attempted the tricky task of reconciliation. So someone else knew. Someone who could get in and out of the house without being spotted. With so many family members, Urvi was certain that her lurking enemy was a family member itself. Then why the refusal to come out in the open? Why did he not expose her today itself? Did he know she would stress like she was currently doing?
Urvi slumped in the rocking chair as exhaustion mingled with worry. The last note resurfaced in her mind. Revenge is only with its reasons.
She flinched.
She had her reasons. Swapnil had rushed in to her life like a whirlwind, and just like that he had left; leaving a path of destruction in his wake and more injuries than she could count. He had destroyed her family and there was no doubt she would return the favour.
An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.
Urvi sighed. She didn't need her brain feeding her the philosophical crap right now. The Nerulkars were her enemies, equals to their son Swapnil and she would drive them all apart until neither member had concerns for the other. Like they were concerned for her now.
Despite her protests, her brain shoved the image of Radha's bleeding body in front of her. They had gone shopping to buy a surprise gift for Shivaji and Sumita's wedding anniversary; all the while giggling like teenagers as they indulged in pani puri and pointed out all the clothes they both knew they could buy, but were content with simply pointing them out and longing for them. The car had come barrelling out of nowhere and Urvashi had remained frozen, quite literally the deer stuck in the headlights.
Radha had pushed her out of the way and saved her. The same Radha who had spent the next two weeks in hospital but never failed to call daily in order to enquire about her and the unborn child the family were looking forward to.
There was a pang of guilt somewhere in her unconsciousness. Sumita and Aaje where overwhelmed. Despite three grandchildren, they treated Urvashi's pregnancy like the first and pampered her until she felt like a queen. Just like her own Aai would have done. There it was, that pang of guilt again.
But then her eyes trailed down to the small scar that was etched under her thumb. It had been there since she was eight years old and had fallen quite roughly of her bike. Her Aai had looked after her then, held her hand and wiped away the tears.
Swapnil had killed her Aai and for that she would never forgive the Nerulkars – any of them. Her features tensed in determination as she strode towards the cupboard and pulled out yesterdays note.
Revenge is only with its reasons.
She had her reasons, and with a grim expression Urvi tore the paper in to shreds and dumped it in to the wastepaper basket before climbing in bed with her sisters.
A shadow moved across the half open door. There would be another note waiting for her in the morning.
So what did you think? Hate it?😆
[P.S. I don't have a title - any offerings?😛]
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