Turning the Tides (Rudhita FF) Chapter 3 Page 4 Updated 3/18 - Page 2

Originally posted by: Chit15

Good and Different concept from current serial story

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Just updated the next part!

Thank you! I am glad you like it

I m not a k-pop fan 😅 though I like them

I m a big fan of Yang Yang 😍 he is a Chinese actor.

A well written chapter👏👏

The way u have mentioned all the details....I can actually imagine the scene in my mind

Pls continue soon

Loved the prologue & chapter 1 very much! Eager to read further! Hope you will update soon!

Hi aashna 😊

Chapter 1 is fab to read 👍🏼 great start

One suggestion do give us a long update if possible 🙂

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Chapter 2: Second Impressions

Rest of the night was uneventful, following her gruhpravesh—everyone had decided it was too late in the night to delve into the details of the events that had preceded Bondhita’s untimely wedding with Annirudh. Whatever this was, could be discussed in the morning. For her part Bondhita was ready to get rid of her clothes and spend some time in solitary, but with her trunk in her saviour’s room and her standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, she wasn’t sure if she should stay the night here. Sure, they were married but it was just circumstantial, and she didn’t wish to impose on him—not in his room, or his life.

Bondhita didn’t know how much time she spent contemplating her position in this household, deciding she could deal with in the morning she took off her her jewelry and duppata; neatly piling them on an ornate settee in the room’s corner. Opening the white doors to the balcony when the room started to suffocate her.

Not wanting to claim the bed, Bondhita sat at the door ledge ; knees pulled to her chest and head resting against the ledge.Absentmindedly tracing the embroidery of her lehenga as her brain took her back to the events of the night. Hazy memories of her aunt sneaking in maach and bhaat (her favourite meal) into her room to feed her (which she had initially thought was an act of love and concern) and she had lovingly eaten it.

A drug-induced marriage to a man old enough to be her grandfather had followed, which she could witness but couldn’t do much about—her own aunt forcing her actions. Even in her hazy state the betrayal had stung deep in her heart. Bondhita’s parents had trusted them to take good careof her—not get rid of her to the highest bidder; she couldn’t come up with any other reason for such a marriage. People had always told her that she was beautiful, and she assumed the man had paid a lot of money to claim her—the people whom she had regarded as her parents had sold her to highest bidder; the unsavoury thought settled deep inside her as fresh tears stung at her eyes and she tried to hold it all inside her.

Bondhita didn’t even dare think about what would’ve happened if the man hadn’t passed away amidst the ceremony and what this night would’ve looked like—she shuddered at the thought of that. She had seen hell in the last24 hours. Before she could dive deeper into her memories, the door to her--Annirudh’s room opened and the man himself drunkenly stepped in.

He couldn’t be more than a few years older than him, and Bondhita couldn’t imagine how this must be affecting him. She rushed to her feet to help him out—it was the least she could do; he had saved her from an impending death. Her nose turning slightly at the stench of alcohol, as she supported him with her hands around his waist and guiding his to be around her shoulders as she led him to his bed.

“Main khud karlunga,” Annirudh grumbled as he pulled herself away from him and stumbled on her trunk that lied in the middle of the room and fell into his bed. “Ye yahan kisne rakha?” he asked, his voice an octave higher and Bondhita winced at the sound, even when the question wasn’t directed towards her—she wasn’tused to people being angry towards her or around her. “Bihari,” he yelled again. “Bi—“the shout cut short as the house-help from earlier came rushing, clearly Bihari Kaka was about to go to sleep, looking between the newly-wedded husband and wife.

Bondhita looked at the elderly man apologetically, but before she could say anything Annirudh was already speaking, “Pucch nahi sakte the,” he shook his head angrily. “Kisne kaha tumse ke inka saman mere kamre mein rakhne ko.” Bondhita could tell the anger wasn’t with the trunk being in the middle of the room, but rather the marriage itself

Bihari Kaka looked at her and then at Annirudh “Par Chotte Malik apki shaadi…”

“Kisiko yaha meri baat samajni aur sunni bhi hai,” he bellowed. “Vaha Mini merebaat nahi sunn rahi, kaise samjhau ke kyun ki maine shaadi.” His voice loosing the volume as he trailed off deep in his own thoughts; Annirudh had forgotten that Bondhita stood in the same room—he just needed someone to listen to hisend of the story and understand him. “Hata do isse yahan se,” he muttered deep in his thoughts and laid in his bed, turning his back to the world.

Bondhita could understand his helplessness—the last thing she expected from him was give her a place in his life. In that split second, she made the decision of only staying here until she had to and then she'd god away from his life.What he had done for her till now was more than enough.

"Bihari Kaka," She said softly, her eyes still strained on the unconscious figure of her Saviour--she didn't think she could call him her husband. "Yaha pe atithi kaksh hain?" she asked tearing her eyes away from him. "Aap humara samaan wahi rakhwa dijiye, hum wahi reh lenge."she added, picking up the belongings she had set aside earlier, app hume sirf raasta dikha dijye.”

Bihari nooded at her request, not used to the amount of respect she was giving her. “Chotti malkin aap itni izzat mat dijiye—hum to sirf naukar hain, bade maalik naraaz ho jayenge,” he said as he dragged her trunk outside of the room and called over one of the help to carry it.

“toh kya hua, hum se umar mein toh bade hain,” Bondhita replied with a serene smile. “Maa kehti thi, bado ka hamesha aadar karna chahiye, aur kisiko izzat dene mein paise thodi na lagte hain,” she replied, as Bihari Kaka opened the door to a room just two doors down from Annirudh’s.

“aap aaj yaha sojaye, Malkin.” Bihari said, his tone now had softness etched toit as he talked to his chotti malkin, stepping aside to let the young girl in “Kal aap ke liye saanf thik se karwa denge,”

Bondhita let out a genuine smile at the first act of kindness she had seen all day, letting the other help put her trunk of belongings inside, “Shukriya Kaka” Thanking Bihari for more than just the rooma nd she finally settled in for the night.

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The next morning, at the crack of the dawn, the Roy Chaudhary household; atleast the asleep ones woke up to the sound of melodious kirtan being sung.

Trilochan Roy Chaudhary was perplexed—he was usually the first one in the house’s puja ghar, none of the servant girls even dared going to his place of worship. He hastily finished getting ready and madehis way downstairs, Somnath and Batuk were too there rubbing sleep out of their eyes, still wearing their silk pajamas; his brother Binoy was only half-ready carrying his suit jacket in his hand—everyone’s eyes trained towards the mandir curious about the commotion.

Bihari stood by the temple door looking in; while their eldest son’s newly wedded wife sat infront of the Durga Mata Idol; adorning the newly minted idol of Krishna with flowers. One could say that Trilochan Roy Chaudhary was pleasantly surprised and impressed.

Last night, when he had found out about Annirudh’s untimely marriage, the one thing he’d been worried about was the girl’s caste and family. He’d ask the servants around the house to keep an eye on her and report back to him—this morning, news had reached to him that while the belongings in her trunk didn’t indicate of any riches; her wedding saree was embroidered with pure gold. The girl came from a family ofhigh status and clearly understood their value and sanskaars—it was one less thing he had to worry about; now he only had to do the work to naturalize the marriage in their high society; keep the family pride intact. He’d worry about convincing Binoy later.

Bondhita had barely slept the previous night, tossing and turning in the unknown bed and she had been up the minute she had heard the first bird chirp outside her window. A quick shower to clean herself off the previous day's events and dressing herself in a powder blue silk saree and red ruffled blouse--she went to do the first thing that often calmed her and cleared her brain: praying.

Opening her trunk, she picked up the carefully tucked murti of Krishna and she carried it downstairs, encountering Bihari Kaka on her way down--greeting him with a smile. The elderly man guided her to the mandir and despite his protests she laid her idol in front of a much larger idol of Durgaa Mata; instructing Bihari kaka to bring prasad and lit the diya; starting to sing a Kirtan--her father had liked waking up to her morning kirtans, encouraging her froma young age and thus she had gotten good at...not even paying attention to the commotion occurring behind her.

It was when she had finished her puja, and turned aorund with a thali of prasad and aarti in her hand that she noticed Annirudh's family standing there, that she grew conscious of her actions. He wasn't even there to protect her this time.

So there's Chapter 2--wrote a much longer chapter; because I couldn't find a good spot to stop at--still not very happy with the ending.

Thank you for your support.

again, let me know how you like it.

Bondhita's Outfit inspo for the chapter: https://66.media.tumblr.com/1ca4ceb21d12191b40dffd113dbcc86c/tumblr_pqtzu5TWHu1v58apa_540.jpg

~Aashna

Chapter 3: Page 4

Originally posted by: --Lalz--

Hi aashna 😊

Chapter 1 is fab to read 👍🏼 great start

One suggestion do give us a long update if possible 🙂

Waiting for next chapter

I just wrote a much much longer chapter. Hopefully the chapters will get longer when I get more in the flow of writing!

Originally posted by: priasr

A well written chapter👏👏

The way u have mentioned all the details....I can actually imagine the scene in my mind

Pls continue soon

Thank you very much!! I like detailed writing!

Also, I've just gotten into K-pop so can't differentiate. Any good chinese shows you'd recommend?

Originally posted by: Nupur_5

Loved the prologue & chapter 1 very much! Eager to read further! Hope you will update soon!

Thank you Nupur, makes me happy that you like my writing!