My first os on fatejo turned out pretty decently hence I decided to take the plunge again and make another attempt at writing except this time it will be a ff with no context to the plot in the show . Only the characters will be the same . And the Canada wala rishta but don't worry it's not Jas.
Chapter 1
Tejos point of view
She sat their frustrated fidgeting with her dupatta for the upkemt time trying to control her anger .she had enough of her families dominating behavior. She had always been outspoken and rebellious but when it came to her family she always gave in as for her their happiness mattered more, But now she had decided that enough is enough. How could they without her consent agree to a marriage proposal just because the guy was a nri. Did they not know how much she loved Punjab.why did they have to force their obsession with canada on her.
The last six months had anyways been hard for her. Ever since she had returned from the hospital after that fateful accident ,she felt uneasy as if there was a part of her that was missing, a feeling she couldn't decipher but felt each moment. She wondered who or what that was .Was it a person, a cherished memory or a dream that remained unfulfilled. That hollowness killed her , she felt lost in the dark corridor of nightmares that left her scarred. She would often wake up sobbing with a heart wrenching pain that was unknown to her. She felt like a caged bird struggling for freedom knowing probably that it was never coming her way. She slowly got up and walked towards the radio on her bedside and turned it on and a song started playing darr hain tujhe main kho na du mile jo khuda toh bol do, she couldnt bear it anymore she began trembling, she suddenly turned the radio off and winced in pain .Tears started flowing through her eyes ,she tried whipping them away but they refused to stop. What was this feeling, why was it hurting so much and why did a mere song affect her so much.
She took a deep breath and decided to try again maybe it was because of the marriage proposal she said trying to convince her self .what else could trouble her she thought . She now switched the channel some interview of a famous boxer was on air. So now Mr fateh we have asked enough questions about ur boxing career plz tell us something about ur love life and ur views on love The anchor excitedly asked. Fateh she whispered the name as if it was some melody she could listen to on a loop. She did not even realize that she unknowingly had started smiling.
Love for me is a journey of laughter and sadness. An everlasting bond of friendship. A message to my love is that thanks my heart from walking into my life and filling it with happiness I never knew. You have made change the way I look things ,uve given me the belief to blindly trust my instincts .you have instilled in me faith like never before . Helping me to rise above petty things and soar .lve come this far because Uve always been within me. I may not be able to see you as often as I like. I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night but deep in my heart I truly know , you are the one i love and I can never let you go.
Truly urs and only urs
Lafandar.
She didn't know why but her heart began racing faster, her cheeks reddened and she began to blush . She knew that the confession was not for her but it felt as if it had been made only for her. She began twirling happily forgetting all her worries and slept peacefully that night completely oblivious to the storm that was to come.
To be continued .........
Next chapter will be posted tomorrow till then enjoy .đđ§ââđ§ââđđđ