I have decide to continue on with the fanfic, as some of you guys had asked me to.
The fanfic is a mixture, of angst, fluff, drams, romance. Basically a little bit of everything. I dont know how long it will be yet, but the minimum number of chapters will be 10. it could be a long fanfic too. I am not sure yet.
The title of the fic, is inspired by the movie "Along came Polly", which stars Ben stiller and Jennifer Aniston. Its an aweesome movie, if you are a hopeless romantic, just like me. I was actually watching it the other day, and it gave me the idea for this ff. Its nothing like the movie though.
Some notes before you start reading my awesome fiction:
-I dont own any of the characters, although the story is the artwork of my imagination.
-Anything in italics is the character's thoughts.
-If you read the prologue you kinda know hat the story will look like. If you havent, then I will be nice and post it along with the first chapter.
-Again, I write this every time; but I am not a good writer, so if you dont like the fic, then PLEASE DO TELL ME. You can PM me, and tell me what you didnt like, or you can comment and suggest some stuff.
**But if you do like it, which I hope you do, then PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE comment. You will make me the happiest person on this planet. I love compliments. No just kidding 😆
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I am sure you are bored with my blabbering so i will just get on with it.
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PROLOGUE
After 5 years the Chaturvedi family would finally be complete. Their 2 sons were coming back and to celebrate their arrival the entire house was being decorated.
The family was overjoyed at the prospect of seeing Pulkit and Sagar. Niranjan had decided to send his two sons abroad 12 years ago, to educate them.
Delectable feast was being prepared in the kitchen and Madhvi in particular was preparing all the food herself. "Madhvi" called Amma ji. "Ji Ammaji?". "Bahu, make sure that the kheer doesn't contain too much sugar, otherwise that girl will create a huge scene ". "Ji Ammaji I will be careful" Madhvi replied with a smile on her face.
She walked towards the kitchen, and as she was walking a voice caused her to stop dead in her tracks. She stood still. She had waited years and years to hear that voice. "Sagar" she said. " Mummy" .Madhvi turned around and saw her son Sagar standing in front of her. Her eyes glistened with tears as she took in his face. He had grown up so much. Memories of Sagar's first steps flashed through her mind. "Mummy" said Sagar. "How are you?" . "Sagar you are here . You don't know, how many years I have waited for this moment". Sagar lovingly hugged his mother.
"Ma" called another voice. Madhvi broke the hug, and saw her older son Pulkit standing behind Sagar. " Oh so all the affection is only reserved for Sagar, nothing for me then? " said Pulkit jokingly. " Aww, come here" Madhvi said, as she pulled him into a endearing hug.
The trio of mother and sons then walked towards the dining area, where Pulkit and Sagar were treated to exquisite food. After the family was done eating, Sagar took his mother to a side and asked " Ma, where is she?" " You are going to have to look very hard. Her anger hasn't boiled down yet" replied Madhvi
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CHAPTER 1
"NIGHTMARES"
The dreams had been haunting her. Every night she would wake up with sweat running down her forehead, and tears threatening to run down her face. This night was no different. She could feel that wretched moment in her sleep, she could feel everything slipping away. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she woke up with a start. Huffing and puffing, she came to the realization that it was just a dream. Thank God. She gathered all her strength, and got up from her bed. The feeling of suffocation was driving her mad, so she opened the window of her room. The night was chilly, and the soft breeze helped her calm down.
She wrapped her arms around herself, and tried hard to concentrate on the view in front of her. It was 4 am, and Ammaji would wake up any minute for her prayer.. To avoid any questions, she decided to get some water and compose herself before she woke up. Gangaa , then headed towards the kitchen. She poured water for herself, and her mind again drifted towards the dream. She wanted to tell someone, to cry, to let it all out but she couldn't. That's not who she was.
Tears started to roll down her cheeks, but Gangaa reminded herself of her Bappas words. "It is the nature of Gangaa to flow" . She could not fall weak, specially now that he was back. It had been 6 months since Sagar and Pulkit arrived. Gangaa had yet to talk to Sagar properly. Her mind and the egotistic part of her wouldn't permit her to forget everything easily. She remembered the day Sagar had arrived. He had grown up so much in 5 years. For a few moments she had forgotten everything. She had lowered her defences once more. No Gangaa, you cannot do this. Its wrong, she thought to herself.
She was drawn out of her trance as she heard clatter of feet. Startled she put the glass down, and proceeded towards her room. When she reached her room, she saw Ammaji had already woken up. Damn it. Now she is going to ask me questions. What excuse am I supposed to give her if she asks me why am I awake at this time?. "Did the sun rise in the west today?" Ammaji whispered to herself. Gangaa busied herself with making her bed, so she would not have to face Ammaji's queries. Just as she started to relax, Ammaji posed the question "Why are you awake at this time, and why weren't you in the room when I woke up? Where did you go?
Gangaa stood there, speechless. She didn't know what to say, and she hated lying. But this time she had no choice. She could not tell anyone what was going on in her life. "Uhh... Umm.. Ammaji, I was feeling thirsty so I went to the kitchen to get water" Gangaa quickly lied. " Why would you go to the kitchen when there is water in the jug" Ammaji asked. " Uhh... " before Gangaa could say anything, Sagar entered the room. Saved by the bell , more like saved by Sagar.
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Sorry if it was really bad, but i tried my best. I love Saga too much, so i keep on writing even if i suck. I will try that the story gets better, and so does my writing.
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Chapter index
Prologue- page 1
Chapter 1- page 1
Chapter 2 -page 1
Chapter 3 -page 2
Chapter 4- page 4
Chapter 5- page 5
Chapter 6- page 6
Chapter 7- page 6
Chapter 8- Page 7
Chapter 9- Page 7
Chapter 10 - Page 9
Chapter 11- page 11
Chapter 12-page 13