Hi Guys,
Okay I'm back with a new ff. I am home cos I'm sick and I was getting bored so started to read a few of the stories I wrote. I remember when I was MOTW I told you that I wanted to do a story about big city life and the dangers in that(Kanta (Divan) asked me to write the script). I actually was writing a story about alcoholism and I thought you guys might want to read it. Like 'Illicit love' it wasnt a JB story but I have changed stuff to fit KS characters. Hope you like it. I know it's a touchy subject and I dont want to offend or hurt anyone. Please tell me when you think I am seriously crossing lines.
I want to dedicate this FF to Divan, Heartbreak and Khushboo. Thanks for inspiring and encouraging word.đ¤
Do comment please and I hope you will enjoy this.
Love,
Ranjana
p.s. Khushboo, do I deserve your hugs and love now cos I started another FF?
My earlier FF's
SS: Kahaani me twist (for Khushboo2006)
SS:Mission'Save JB' -for Davia
FF: Illicit Love
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Index
Part 1 Page 1 part 26 page 96
Part 2 Page 3 part 27 page 99
Part 3 Page 6 part 28 page102
Part 4 Page 9 part 29 page106
Part5 Page 10
Part 6 Page 13
Part 7 Page 16
Part 8 Page 20
Part 9 page 23
Part10 page 28
Part11 Page 32
Part12 Page 36
Part13 Page 39
Part14 Page 43
Part15 Page 47
Part16 Page 50
Part17 page 56
Part18 page 61
part19 page 64
Part20 page 70
part21 page 74
part23 page 81
part24 page 85
part25 page 89
Kissi Pe Husn Ka Guroor Jawaani Ka Nasha
Kissi Ke Dil Pe Mohabbat Ki Rawaani Ka Nasha
Kissi Ko Dekhke Saanso Se Ubharta Hai Nasha
Bina Piye Bhi Kahin Hadh Se Guzarta Hai Nasha
Nashe Mein Kaun Nahin Hai Mujhe Bataao Zara
Kisse Hai Hosh Mere Saamne To Laao Zara
Nasha Hai Sab Pe Magar Rang Nashe Ka Hai Juda
Khili Khili Hui Subah Pe Hai Shabnam Ka Nasha
Hawa Pe Khushbu Ka Baadal Pe Hai Rimjhim Ka Nasha
Kahin Suroor Hai Khushiyon Ka Kahin Gham Ka Nasha
Nasha Sharaab Mein Hota To Naachti Botal
Maikade Jhoomte Paimaanon Mein Hoti Hulchul
Nasha Sharaab Mein Hota To Naachti Botal
Nashe Mein Kaun Nahin Hai Mujhe Bataao Zara
(song: mujhe naulakha mangade, lyrics by Anjaan, Film Sharaabi (1983)
Part 1
Mumbai, city of dreams. They say that the streets in Mumbai are paved with gold. You just have to dream and in will come true. The glitz and glamour of Mumbai appeals of people of all strata of life. Whining and dining with the high and mighty seems a dream to countless of human beings walking on the road. The costs of their cars are listed and discussed. Their escapes from the tax department and their final balances are well known. But who asks these people about the balance in their lives. They achieved success but at what cost? What did they gain and what did they loose on their way to the top?
At a temple along a busy Mumbai road a ceremony took place. A wedding. Chiming bells and the chanting of the priests mingled with the honking of the cars and yelling pedestrians cursing the car drivers. People close to the couple stood inside and outside the white marble structure waiting impatiently to congratulating the bride and groom. In front of the idols of Ramji, Sitama and Lakshmanji, the perfect family, the holy union of two individuals took place by the circulation around Agnidev and the placing of the Mangalsutra and sindoor at the place they were meant to be. Flower petals awaited to symbolised as the blessings of the guests present at the site. After the priest gave them permission the couple bend down to take blessings of their elders. Nobody would guess that this simple ceremony in a temple just in a random street bound the biggest tycoon to now his wife for not only this life but the coming six ones too.
Bani Dixit looked around in her new house. well house was not a good word. It was a palace. Even to her and by no means was her family poor. They were the most well known family in Mount Abu. They were respected by the others in their town and looked up too. The girls in the town envied the lifestyle Bani enjoyed. And on her turn Bani enjoyed the envious glances she received. No one dared to talk to her or about her. Even when she gave then things to talk about. Bani entered the family room. Through the chunari covering her eyes she saw her new husband's family sitting. His maternal aunt whom she met before the wedding along with the mother of his brother-in-law. She was introduced to his sister and her husband and their children. Even through the red chiffon fabric she could see the look in all of their eyes.
'Hmmm....so they know about me.' Bani thought with a slight smile unseen to the rest. It was a gift Bani developed. She could notice by the way people looked at her, talked to her, stood next to her whether they knew about her past. It gave Bani a strange satisfaction when she saw that it made an impact on them.
Bani was brought to her new room. She was supposed to wait here for her husband. Bani took place in the centre of the bed decorated with flower strings. Someone switched of the lights. Now the different types of candles were noticeable. They gave the room a ethereal glow. Soft golden flames burned the scented wax. A faint lavender scent reached her nostril. Her own room smelled of lavender too. She remembered how she was lightening a lavender scented candle when he father told her about this rishta. Her instant reaction was 'What's wrong with him?' her father's anger reached the roof. He started yelling and screaming before he used the age old 'Why are you hurting you father like this? I am old and wont be around for a long time. I want to see my daughter settled before I die.' When she refused at first. She succumbed to the motional blackmailing and the threatening of her father. Finally she got married as her family had wanted. Bani looked into the mirror on the other side of the room. Her own reflection made her laugh. 'Look at me sitting here fulfillling the role of the typical shy indian bride. Who would have thought that.' Bani drifted of in a slumber still sitting on the bed, waiting for her husband.
On the other side of town a man dressed in a dulha's sherwani was sitting on barstool surrounded by his friends. Pulling his leg they pured one drink after another celebrating his wedding. The wedding that wasn't really his wish. He just went along with his mausi and his brother-in-law's mother, Dadi. He couldn't care less about the woman waiting in his room. He would end up home eventually. But now he was having a good time. It's okay to enjoy today. I work too hard' he thought when one of the girls seated herself on his thigh taking a sip from his champagne glass and then direct the glass to his lips. He winked while drinking and the girl giggled at his behaviour. The most expensive champagne, wine, whisky, cognac, brandy and tequila's flowed liked water that night and the party left the bar at three in the morning. Jai Walia went home to his new bride swaying. Not necessarily because of the happiness he felt but for being married. He was happy in general. Jai dragged himself up the stairs to his room with great difficulty but with a smile on his lips. He was laughing and humming softly. He opened the door to his bedroom. He looked around and saw the decorations. Bani woke up because of the sound of the closing door. She saw Jai standing near the door with heavy eyelids. He swayed to the bed and dropped himself on it. He passed out immediately.
'Great!' Bani thought. She got of the bed and blew out all the candles. Exhausted because of the events that day she slept on her side far from her husband.
Comment please. good, bad, ugly........all welcomeđł
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