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Hello all..I am starting another story, based on Swaragini serial..This idea had been circulating inside my head, for some days..But I just didn't know how to materialize it into a full-fledged story..I tried to avoid the idea as much as I can, because I already have the updates of three different stories to manage.. Since I was feeling so much suffocated, while trying to suppress this idea, I tried to write it out..Also, I wanted a passionate Swasan Love Story..This one will be really different from my other stories which are all cute, easy going and romantic. So please support me.
Have you all read the books, 'The Alchemist' and 'The Secret'. These two inspirational quotes in them made me write this fic.
"And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it."
-Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
"You get to choose what you want, but you must get clear about what you want."
-Rhonda Bryne, The Secret
In this prologue, I have tried to explain the past lives of Sanskaar, Swara and Lakshya and their unfulfilled desires from their previous births. Let us see how the universe fulfils them.
PROLOGUE
YEAR 1987,AGRAPratham Agarwal knew that he was dying. Blood was oozing out of the injury on his head and slowly his eyes were losing their focus. He wanted to call out for help, but he couldn't, he was still in shock of the accident. But he could hear the voice of his heart- " You can't die now Pratham..You are only a short distance away from your dream..Zaara will be yours forever..Come on now..You can't accept defeat..You have to live..You have to make her yours.."
But Pratham knew that he would die any instant..So he shut his eyes tight and tried to pray with all his heart, "Oh God..If I die, please make sure that I will be reborn on this earth, to unite with Zaara in my next birth..I want to marry her and make her heart and soul, mine forever.."
Just as he finished this final prayer, he breathed his last.
YEAR 1992,AGRA
Zaara Rashid Khan was standing near the window, of her husband's house. She never considered the huge bungalow as her own house, since she knew that just as she could never be Rashid Khan's wife in true sense, this house also never really belonged to her.
She was looking at the moon, and as always, the moon reminded her of only one person- Pratham- the love of her life. She reminisced about the nights in which both of them used to lie down on the terrace, and spent time by gazing at the moon.
Zaara didn't realize that her husband, Rashid had entered their room. She was preoccupied with her sweetest memories, with which she still cherished her lost love. Rashid looked forlornly at his wife, and he knew whom she was thinking about.
Ra: Zaara..
Zaara came out of her reverie and turned to look at Rashid.
Za: Jee..
Ra: Tum tayaar nahin hui ab tak..? Maine kaha tha na tumse, ki ek party mein jaana hain humein..
Za: Jee...Abhi aati hoon..
Rashid's gaze followed her as she walked towards her dressing room. He knew that his wife was beautiful, and how strongly he wished for her to love him, the way he loved her. But he knew she still loved Pratham, her lover who had died in a car accident five years ago. He knew that Pratham and Zaara were childhood friends, who were the son and daughter of a Hindu family and a Muslim family respectively, who happened to be neighbours in Chandni Chowk, Delhi. And as they grew into teenagers, they fell in love, much to the displeasure of their parents. The fight between the two families turned chaotic and Zaara's father, Mr. Nawaaz Mallik took the whole family to Agra and resettled there, to be away from the Agarwal family. Pratham and Zaara pined for each other as the years passed as there was no way both of them could contact each other.
How Rashid wished that, he could have been in the place of Pratham, as Zaara's childhood friend and then her lover. He envied Pratham for the way Zaara still loved him, even after his death. Zaara had made it very clear before their marriage that she could never love another man in her life. But Rashid had under estimated her words, and he hoped that one day she will surely consider him as her true love and he was sure that on that day he will make her his wife in every true sense.
When Zaara came out of the dressing room, she was dazzling like an Arabian princess, wearing a lovely peach colour salwar suit, with a silver colour dupatta worn around her lovely face and shoulders. While he was busy admiring her beauty, she was finding it uncomfortable, as always.
Za: Chale..
Rashid cast her an intolerant look and reluctantly tore his eyes away from her. She followed him to the car and both of them got inside. An eerily calm silence prevailed inside the car as they started their journey to the party.
Theirs was an arranged marriage, which had happened six months ago. But Rashid had loved Zaara, from the very moment he had set his eyes on her. He knew that she was special, and there was a unique queenly aura about her, and he had a strong urge to possess her, love her in all possible ways.
Whenever Zaara got into a car, she had a strange feeling that Pratham was with her.
Five years ago, on that fateful day, when she had heard about the car accident, she was waiting for him, with their common friend, Karishma. They had finally opted for a court marriage, without their parent's knowledge, when they were sure that they could never live without each other, and Pratham was on his way to Agra for the same. She was completely shattered after hearing the news and even attempted suicide, by drinking poison, but she was saved by her family, who took her to hospital on time. Her parents were devastated and they pleaded with her and made her give word to them that she would not try to commit suicide again.
For five years, she refused to get married. But, when she turned 25, her parents finally succeeded in getting her married to Rashid Khan, who was a successful businessman in Agra. But no one other than Rashid knew about the condition, which Zaara had set forward, that even though she would take care of him and his home, she could never love him like a wife should, and that he must never compel her for the same.
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Meanwhile, in an affluent Rajasthani household in Kolkata, a five year old boy was sitting in the lap of his mother, Annapurna Maheshwari, on the swing in the garden. She knew that he little boy, Sanskaar loved looking at the moon from there.
Sa: Maa, aaj yeh chaand kitna sundar lag raha hain na..
An: Haan..Bilkul mere laadle ki tarah..(caressing his cheek)
Sa: (grins) I love you, Maa..
An: (smiles)Aww..Mera raja beta..(hugs him lovingly)
Sanskaar never knew why he loved the moon, and why he felt a strange longing for something profound, whenever he gazed at it.
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Zaara was looking at the same moon, from the moving car. She loved the way the moon travelled with them, and she smiled at it. In her mind, she prayed to God, with all her heart, "Oh God.., I don't know whether my Pratham has reincarnated somewhere in this earth..But if he has, please make sure that we are of the same religion and that I get married to only him, in my next birth, and please let us live happily ever after..I am fed up of this life without him.."
Just then she heard an alarming yell from her right side.
Ra: NOOO..!!
She died on the spot. Rashid had not noticed a heavy truck which was coming against the car, because of his thoughts about their namesake marriage. But when he finally noticed, it was too late and it crashed hard into the car. And now as he was battling with death in the crashed car, he too prayed with all his heart, " In our next birth, please please please make Zaara love me, Oh God. I want her to love me just as I love her now..I want to be her best childhood friend and her dearest lover as she grows up..She should wish to marry me..only me..!". And then he couldn't pray any more.
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YEAR 2015, MUMBAI
It was 12 am in the midnight and Swara Gadodia was asleep in her bed. Suddenly there were loud blasting noises from the dark and she woke up with a start. She looked around the dark room, frantically, and she felt as if some kind of small particles were falling upon her.Sa: Kaun hain, wahan..?
Just then she heard someone flicking on the light and the room was fully illuminated.
" Happy Birthday to you..Happy Birthday to you..
Happy Birthday to our dearest Swaraa..Happy Birthday to you.."
Swara grinned widely, seeing her sweetheart Lakshya and her dearest sister Ragini, both of whom had blasted balloons in their hands, and she was covered with confetti.
Just then she saw her mother, Sharmishta and Lakshya's mother Sujata coming inside with her Birthday cake, followed by her Papa, Shekhar Gadodia and Lakshya's father Ramprasad Gupta.
Swara was completely delighted seeing her favourite Red Velvet pastry cake. She blew the candles and excitedly cut the cake.
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Meanwhile, Sanskaar Maheshwari was returning home in an international flight after finalizing an important business deal from Italy. It had been a great achievement for the Maheshwari Textile Company.
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I have Three title suggestions for this particular story. While you comment, please tell which title you liked. I will select the most liked title.
1. Chaandni Raatein
2. Our Love Will Live On Forever
3. Zinda Rehti Hain Unki Mohabbatein
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I am waiting for your comments.
Love you all,
Naina😊
INDEX
PART 1
PART 2
PART 3
PART 4
PART 5
PART 6
PART 7
PART 8
PART 9
PART 10
PART 11
PART 12
PART 13
PART 14
PART 15
PART 16
PART 2
PART 3
PART 4
PART 5
PART 6
PART 7
PART 8
PART 9
PART 10
PART 11
PART 12
PART 13
PART 14
PART 15
PART 16
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