FF: Darkhaast / Tum Se Hi |PreRish| Updated: Ch 11 on Pg 17 | 17/9 - Page 2

The teaser is awesome and it sounds extremely intriguing and interesting...And I am so glad you are writing again...Your earlier writings have been a complete treat..I still re-read your old work in the forum and wattpad...Good teaser..Looking forward to the story eagerly.. 👍🏼

This is absolutely wow...The buildup surrounding Prerna and Rishabh's characters literally left me on the edge..The chapter one of this fiction is absolutely brilliant..From the first line to the last it kept my interest intact and I am already hooked to this tale...So it is about changing Cookie's name and looks like the husband Rishabh Bajaj and the wife Prerna Sharma are ready with swords to wage the battle, with their daughter as the judge...Absolutely FAB...This story already feels like it is going to be a fun ride topped with emotions..Thank you Ara for getting back to writing again...Brilliant first update..Keep up the good work going..👏

Originally posted by: SanyaEterna

Intriguing!

Here's a little help, as much as I remember:

Prerna Sharma's family-

Rajesh (Dad), Veena (Mom), Prerna, Shikhar (brother), Suman (sister in law), Shivani (sister) and one more brother idk the name.

Anurag Basu's family-

Moloy (father), Mohini (mother), Nivedita (sister), Anupam (brother in law), Tapur (sister) maybe more idk

Rishabh Bajaj's family-

Sneha (daughter), Tanvi (cousin), Sharda (Aunt), Menka Bose (ex wife)

OMG. thanks. I'm gonna bookmark this for reference!

Originally posted by: SanyaEterna

Edit main topic:

There will be a small setting button beside the topic name, click that and you'll get option to change/edit topic.

Thank you! I managed to find that! 😎🤗

Originally posted by: SanyaEterna

Coming to the teaser😁

Sounds so interesting! At first I thought Prerna has a crush on Rishabh and imagining her name with his surname. But then she has a kid, Kuki! Is Kuki their kid? Are they separated? Are they still married? Were they ever married?

So many questions! Update the first chapter soon!

PS. Welcome 🤗

-Sanya/Sanu

Sanya / Sanu,

How are you cute? 😆

Doesn't she have a crush on Rishabh? I do.

Updated. 😆

Originally posted by: Wistfulness

The teaser is so gripping. I can't wait for the first chapter to make things clear.

Thank you! The chapter is up.

Originally posted by: Yush001

Very intriguing! Can't wait to read the full chapter😃

Thank you! It has been updated

Originally posted by: SapSur

The teaser is awesome and it sounds extremely intriguing and interesting...And I am so glad you are writing again...Your earlier writings have been a complete treat..I still re-read your old work in the forum and wattpad...Good teaser..Looking forward to the story eagerly.. 👍🏼

Ayeee! Hi! The last time we met you were a red (rockerz?) how you're an addict? Congracts, congracts! It is nice too meet you too. I remember number de bola tha before I left IF 😆 but I missed you too, missy! I got notified that you changed your username too. New IF is a maze for sure. I feel like a grandma navigating it,

Chapter 2:

Three hours later, a visibly proud Prerna walked out of the restaurant smugly.

Mr. Bajaj who?

Kookie, on the other, proudly perched on her daddy’s arms.

Sneha Aamara Rishabh Bajaj.

She quite liked that.

What she didn’t like was when her daddy claimed that she replaced his Cookie for her Amma’s Aam. To which her Mumma replied, “India mein humein aam hi pasand. Cookie toh biscuit hai, Mr. Bajaj.” Kookie remembered covering her mouth to suppress her pears of laughter while Mr. Sen mentally rolled his eyes.

“Aapki mumma toh very funny hai, Kookie?” (“your mom is very funny Kookie”) her father exclaimed sarcastically to which innocent Kookie nodded enthusiastically. Her Mumma was the funniest person ever. Much to Prerna’s annoyance her carefully grabbed her baby before swinging her playfully exclaiming “Your Kookie needs to be dipped in chai, Mr. Bajaj,”. Prerna then grabbed her Kookie as they twirled as Mr. Bajaj placed a careful arm on Prerna’s back as if to break any possible fall. But what would break his?

That’s how Mohini and Moloy Basu found the three of them on their way back from their weekly dinner at the resort. Who the heck was this Bajaj? And Prerna? That gold digger? Mohini Basu knew the liked of her. She had warded off the likes of Prerna Sharma and would possibly be doing the same in the future. She couldn’t possibly imagine why the Bajaj scion was so fascinated by her so as to marry her almost immediately. And Sharma? That crook. She had played Mohini’s son’s emotions until her darling son Anurag almost force Mohini and Moloy to rishta the Sharma’s. Moloy didn’t mind his son marrying his best friend / employee’s daughter. But Mohini. Mohini hated every miniscule moment of it.

That’s when they began: the rumors of that infamous Miss Sharma with a much older single-dad Mr. Bajaj. They had been spotted at parties, clubs, restaurants and get-togethers. And just like that Prerna Sharma became Mrs. Bajaj. In an intimate wedding with the society’s cream-de-la-crème. Backed by the Mishra-Bose family, Prerna Sharma and Rishabh Bajaj were wed. Prerna Sharma turned her back on her family. Refused to acknowledge her siblings and maternal family and was often seen flanked by the Bose family as Priyansh Bose – Mishra accompanied his best-est friend in the whole wide world Kookie Bajaj as the little royalty scribbled the town blue. Why? Blue was Kookie’s favorite color. And Kookie was Priyansh’s favorite. But whatever it was: Mohini Basu was excited to get rid of that stupid Sharma girl.

And the Sharma girl was equally happy to get rid of that Basu boy.

And gold digger? Prerna Sharma was a platinum digger or diamond digger! Whatever sounded better.

Mostly, Prerna Sharma was sick of being a pawn. Prerna Sharma was sick of the Basu’s. She was sick of the insults, the misery and constantly of being put on the sacrificial platter. Prerna Sharma was no sacrifice. She was Prerna Sharma. If that made any sense. So, when Rishabh Bajaj countered: “Gold?” snorted Bajaj, “You could be gold, Mrs. Mohini Basu. Easily accessible. If my wife has to be a digger of sorts... Would it be Rhodium? Or platinum?” Then he looked at his wife, Mrs. Prerna Bajaj with inexplicable awe as he audibly whispered, “But I dig for Taaffeite.”

And Prerna resisted such a terrible urge to smack hi, right there and then for his obvious perverted joke. But crooked Bajaj would counter with those silly puppy dog eyes, blank eyes and sheer clueless attitude as he then rolls his eyes. And Prerna hated every bit for it made her heart skip a beat.

Mr. Bajaj on the other hand felt that he was raising not one but two kids.

Two annoying, noisy kids whom he loved to bits. His sulky Sneha (uff, Kookie) had gone from the quiet chipmunk hiding in a corner of their massive mansion to the mischief master in their penthouse apartment. Yes, the glorious Mr. Bajaj who owned the most magnificent, glorious, expensive and as his Mrs. put it “aesthetic” mansion in the city moved into a dingy three stored penthouse apartment that might have cost some family their combined fortunes for several lifetimes. To Bajaj, it was still a dingy apartment that his wife and daughter loved. An apartment without staff where his wife (when testing boundaries) called him “Bajju”, pulled his cheeks as she scrunched her lips to go “awwww” and Kookie giggled at her mother’s antics. And like every other parent blamed each other for Kookie’s flaws (though Bajaj saw none). So, his wife went: “Yeah, speak more. My poor Kookie. How will she learn any vocabulary when you stay mute and stare at her face? And then you want to send her to scary doctors? My poor baby!”

So, imagine to Rishabh Bajaj’s extreme shock when he came home on fine night to walk upon his wife and daughter in their mickey mouse pajamas as they jammed to Bollywood music. His baby Kookie who rarely spoke grooving to the songs Bollywood called hip. And Bajaj decided to invest in whatever the producer produced next.

NOTE:

I'm kind of doing the update-as-I-write thing now. Tell me if you prefer longer chapters and a schedule.

The longer the better

Really loved reading both parts

Love this family.