~FF|TaAnu|*The Voyage of Love*|Note on Page 6|

Hello guys, 😊 Since my one shot was liked so much, I decided to write an Fan Fiction on Anurag and Taani. The story is pretty romantic 😳 and I am sure, it will cling you towards it.. Please don't forget to press the "Like" button or leave a comment 😉 - Sneha

Prologue - I am coming, Taani

Somewhere in the streets of Siliguri, West Bengal (7pm)
It was the season of Monsoon, the time when rain became persistent and interfering, the time when floods were the outcome for the heavy rainfall. Monsoon heavy rains were very frequent in parts of Asia, but who knew the heavy cloud will cry over the joyous cities of West Bengal, this year.

Siliguri, a northern city of West Bengal where the chirruping of birds is not common any more. The city which once used to be known to have bliss is now recalled as a city of grieve. The residents of Siliguri were migrating off to other countries, continents, cities but none were willing to stay a second longer in Siliguri.

Everyone were only chanting prayers; remembering God at the most troubled and hassling time of their lives. They didn't know if they would be able to escape the floods, the water which had entered their homes and took over their priceless possessions. Some buildings had collapsed and many had died but the remaining had their hands on their heart just wishing they weren't among those.

Nevertheless, one suave looking man was pushing past the suffocating crowds, holding on to his blazer which hung loosely on his stiff arm. He was heading in the direction where taxis, buses, cars were arriving from, but none dared to go back in that pit of hell. However, this man was determine, he had to get her, even if it costed him his life...

The Taxi Stand, Siliguri, West Bengal (8pm)

It had costed him an hour to reach the Taxi Stand where women were weeping and begging at the taxi drivers but they were adamant on their prices. They sat in the taxi's brushing the flies away from their mouths listening to old classic songs in full volume ignoring the customer's pleas.

"Please I have to go now!" cried the woman holding on to her toddler who was weeping non-stop. "Please.."

"I said no! I am not decreasing the price by a single rupee!" replied the stubborn taxi driver to turned away from her. He lifted a magazine and began running his fingers over the mannequin's figures.

He who stood witnessing the whole scene, felt extremely sorry for the woman who didn't stop begging and stood supporting on two luggages and one child. Marching over towards her, he pulled out a few notes without counting. Lifting it to her, he placed it in her hand.

"Keep this money. It's not a favour only for this child's future." told Anurag, not showing any signs of boast or arrogance in front of the woman who looked baffled.

"Thank you! I shall never forget this help from you!" she had muttered and handed the amount to the taxi driver climbing inside with the help of Anurag whom she waved as the taxi drove off.

But for him, it was nothing more than a mere help. He himself had to unearth her and escape from this pit of hell before anything worse happened. No one realised when the clouds started thundering and in minutes, the heavy rain began as he commemorated Taani..

Drenching in rain made him get even more closer to Taani and her existence as his mind ran back into flashbacks when he and Taani used to enjoy the rain together, cherishing every moment, every drop of the rain with immense happiness and sweet from the ice-creams (Kulfis), she fed him nearly every day in the monsoon season.

"Hello? Do you want me to take you somewhere?" asked the driver insolently as he parked his taxi in front of him observing him from head to toe wishing, he had such figure.

Anurag struck out of his thoughts as the driver's harsh voice pierced through his ears. The next moment he knew, he had lost track of Taani and his own figure eating ice-creams and walking in the rain. Only the hectic crowds stood in front of his eyes begging to get into taxis.

He stared at the taxi driver who was still waiting for his response, his hands clasped around the steering wheel, sweat running down his sideburns as he wiped himself with the back of his hand. Anurag could tell, that the man was suffocated and dying to escape from the crowd and he himself wanted to get to Taani as soon as possible.

Nodding in agreement, he was gestured to sit by the taxi driver. Unlocking the door from the wet handle, Anurag sat on the woollen seats of the taxi only to find it half ripped. An idol of Lord Shiva with marigold flowers around it was placed near the steering wheel. Bringing his palms together, he prayed to God, praying for only one thing; Taani should be alright..

Baffled by his actions, the taxi driver shook him loudly "I am not taking anything less than five hundred! Not many taxi drivers are working and the ones that do want extra money!"

Pulling out the crisp notes, he counted and placed it in his palm, his eyes fixed to the Lord Shiva idol. But the taxi did not budge and the driver waited in silence. Finally, he screamed losing his patience "Brother, where do you have to go? Come out of your thoughts, it is a wet season and I have other people to attend as well!"

Raising his eyes, he thought for a second and then muttered "The hill station, Mirik.." At the name of his destination, the taxi driver's eyes widened and his mouth was half open. For him everything became silent as he stared bafflingly towards Anurag. This man seems crazy! He wants to go in the den of the lion, right where the floods had started

"No way! I am not going to take you to Mirik! That is where the floods started, and it is miles away from here!" declined the taxi driver indicating him to step out while fishing out his money from his pocket.

"Listen! I have to get to Mirik. I'll pay you far more than five hundred! Please.." pleaded Anurag as the taxi driver went into deep thought and finally nodded. Starting up his engine, he screamed on the top of his lungs indicating men and women to move out of his way.

'Just a few hours more, Taani' thought Anurag. 'You have spent all your lifetime in my wait, then you can spend a few hours more. Soon we will meet, I am coming Taani, I am coming..'

Contents
Prologue - Page 1
Part 1 - Page 2
Part 2 - Page 2
Part 3 - Page 3
Part 4 - Page 4

That was an amazing prologue continue soon please!👏

Originally posted by: iqbals4ever

That was an amazing prologue continue soon please!👏

Thanks a lot dear 😊 I will continue soon. 😉

Originally posted by: azfee

<font size="3"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Wow, it was superb! Anurag helped a lady? Well, that's not too far from Harshad himself... 😳 I love him...
And he's going to the most dangerous place for Taani?
I wish I could be Taani...
Please do continue... 😊
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Yeah 😃 Anurag although seems reserve and quiet, he loves helping people 😊 And as for Harshad, we know how helpful he is ⭐️ And Taani is in the most dangerous place, according to me that's where the floods started.. But no worries, they will unite very soon.. I will continue 😃

nice start ...

it was just amazing yaar
do pm m the next time u update for sure
would love to read this ff

Hey guys! 😉 Thank you so much for your comments! (Although only two were posted before this chapter) But no worries, I hope to receive more comments from you, in future. 😛 Here's Part 1

Part 1 - Taani, Taposh and Mauli

In Taposh, Taani and Mauli's cottage, Mirik, West Bengal (9pm)

"Taposh Da! Taposh Da! Where are you, Taposh Da?" cried a harmonious voice around the immaculate cottage. It had been a long while since she had been searching her brother but finally, she knew only one place he could be; their home.

"Taani! Taani! I am here.." responded Taposh peeking through the small room to find his sister with the heavy bag of groceries panting loudly. 'After such a long time, I have heard this harmony in her voice. Two long years...' thought Taposh as she approached him.

The black deep almond shape eyes scanned Taposh as he ran his hand over his hair and laughed loudly. "Taposh Da, you had a haircut? In such a weather.." she asked inquisitively suppressing her laugh as Taposh shook his head seriously.

"It's high time we return Siliguri, Taani. These floods will eventually reach our area and.." his voice dropped nervously as he began looking everywhere else but in her deep eyes which brimmed with tears, her eyes sparkling with pain.

"No Da. I don't want to return Siliguri, whenever I go there, I remember Ma. And.." she halted for a second and nervously added with tears in place. "Anu.." She couldn't believe she had said that. In such a long time, Taposh had never allowed her to even remember Anurag but the mention of Siliguri and Kolkata always brought his memories back.

Taposh glared at her angrily. 'Why can't you just get over him, Taani? He doesn't even love you, he married Nupur two years ago, and since then you have ruined your entire life!' he thought tiredly. Taking the bags from her hands, he gave her one angry look and stomped in the kitchen where Mauli stood cooking.

It had been two years since Mauli and Taposh had wedded. Immediately after the denial from Anurag, the four had eventually moved to Siliguri and then Laboni had passed away. Since then Mauli, Taposh and Taani never saw a glimpse of Kolkata or it's residents. Then, Taani had requested them to move to Mirik as the haunting memories of her mother made her struggle with her career. Taposh had strictly told Taani to never talk about Anurag but she never had seemed to approve of his decision because somewhere deep inside her heart, she loved him irrevocably.

"Taani! Guess what I bought for you today? Kulfis!" shouted Mauli from the kitchen bringing two sticks of Kulfis towards her as she stared at them deeply. Handing it to her, she waited till she took the first bite but instead, she began staring into space.

"What's wrong, Taani? Eat it or it will melt.."

"Nothing's wrong, Mauli. I just remember the times when me and Anu -"

"Taani!" warned Taposh from across the kitchen, his angry eyes the shards of ice. "How many times have I told you to not say his name? Next time you say, I will not consider you as my sister!"

Mauli stared at Taani helplessly. She couldn't dream about spending two years far from Taposh and here Taani had suffered a denial from the one she loved immensely. 'Taani, I understand your position and I will always be on your side whether Anurag is there or not..' thought Mauli scanning her eyes which were filled with misery.

The hectic road of Mirik, West Bengal (10pm)

"I have never driven so much in a day! That's it, I am not driving any more! Get out and go.." commanded the taxi driver indicating him to step out as Anurag meekly nodded in reply handing him a few notes.

Staring around at the shops, he muttered "Thank you, we have stopped at the right point.." With that, he turned on his back and walked off not strong enough to stand the bickering of the driver for the last two hours.

He stepped inside the shop, and paused in front of the poster. The girl in the poster still had that deep intensity of love and pain in her eyes. Her tresses were still long and her fake smile was in order. Her figure looked extremely thin from last time and he could tell, she had been neglecting food...

Turning towards the shopkeeper who was busy in counting the money, he nervously asked, a desperation in his voice clearly audible to him. "Where will I find, Taani?" The shopkeeper looked up.
'Who is this man? He seems rich and why does he want to know about, Taani?'

"Taani is a singer, not someone you can visit any time you like! No! You made me lose my count.." he cried beginning again pointing at every coin as he counted as Anurag stood there losing his patience.

"I want to know now! Will pay you more than that.." he offered pointing at his hand which had a few small coins. The man instantly tipped the coins in the till and paid his full attention to Anurag as he lifted a few notes in front of his face while muttering "Where is Taani?"

"Taani? She - lives down the road, the red cottage with the number 340 is her cottage.." he said while leaning over for the money as Anurag pulled it away. The shopkeeper looked at him in confusion and asked "Anything else you want to know about Taani?"

"Who does she live with?" holding onto the money tightly while his gaze was fixed on the man.

"Who does she live with...ah - yes! Taposh and his wife Mauli.." he yawped taking the money as he threw it towards him and exited the shop. He was only a few metres away from Taani when he suddenly halted.

It is clear to him that Taposh hates him and if he shows up, Taposh will obviously lose control and hit him. But that was not his worry, he was not scared of getting hurt, but he couldn't see her hurt and the fight may distress her. He will find the best chance tomorrow and meet her..

Putting his blazer on the steel bench, he laid down staring at the stars above. Covering his face with his arm, he slowly drifted into sleep with only one face in front of his; Taani's..

Hey Guys, I know you guys haven't commented yet, but I feel very happy today for some reason. 😃 So I decided to give you two updates! And you guessed it right, it is Taani and Anurag's first meeting! 😳

Part 2 - We can't meet again..
The roundabout road point of Mirik, West Bengal (6am)

He opened his eyes at the beam of light from the sun hit his masculine features. Peering around, he noticed that the street was still empty and only a few cars were bypassing. None of the shops were open and the whole street seemed silent.

But small sounds of someone stumbling made him jerk up. Looking around, he felt very familiar with the tracks and knew who it was. The footsteps got closer and closer alerting him to get ready to face the most beautiful sight in the time of two years.

With a loose cotton torn bag hanging on her shoulder and two books clenched to her chest, Taani stumbled on the road which was covered with rocks. Boy, was she glad that she had escaped before Taposh Da had awaken and overloaded her with breakfast. Even Mauli was snoring peacefully when she had left.

It was true, Taani was a singer but she did part time job to support her family. With tuitions starting every 7am in the morning, life became so hard and yet so occupying. When she had arrived, she had spent her days and night crying from the denial by Anu but now, she barely had time to think for herself.

'I will surprise Taposh Da with the pay today. He doesn't know today I am getting my wage for teaching Jugnu and Naina..' she thought gleefully a smile lingering on her lips as she approached near the roundabout point where taxis were hard to hitch in such time of the day.

While all this time, she had been in deep thought, she didn't realise a pair of eyes scanning her. Was this Taani? His Taani, who never used to wake up before nine and always used to complain in school yawning and half murmuring rubbish? She had grown pale and thin, he could see the dress, she used to wear some time back was wholly loose and was hanging as if she was a hanger. But yet those emotions were still in order, he could still find the deep immense love for him and the pain in her almond shaped eyes.

Suddenly, her eyes flickered up staring confusingly and deeply at him as if she had been struck and before she knew the words escaped her tongue "Anu.." she whispered disbelievingly. 'Anu is here? How did he come to Mirik, and why is he back in my life?' she thought as he approached her quickening his steps.

"Taani..? What's wrong with you, you've changed a lot and why are you so pale?" he asked reaching forward to run his fingers on her cheek as tears brimmed his eyes. However, she quickly beckoned away and took a step back from the extreme inappropriate small distance between them.

"Don't Anu. I still remember your words, Anu. "Leave my life! Get out and go.." And I won't break my promise.." she whispered a lone tear escaping her eye, running down her cheek and dropping but before it even landed on the floor, it landed on the open palm which held it. Closing his palm, he brought it to his side, his eyes still locked with hers.

"Don't say that Taani. I have been wrong all along! I could've never realised what you are to me if it hadn't been for you leaving," he said opening the palm again and caressing the tear. "Don't shed these tears, Taani. I hate it when you cry.."

"Anu - it's too late. Taposh Da hates you...a lot.." she stammered breaking the eye lock and looking away with hesitation. 'Please go Anu. As much as I want you here, I can't go against Taposh Da' she thought another tear escaping her eye yet to be captured again by him.ook a

"But..that's not what I want to know Taani. I want to know if you hate me too.." he said his voice dropping as he took a step towards her and she hesitantly moved back. "Tell me, Taani. Do you hate me?"

"Anu - please! Don't.." she stammered as she landed on the bench, but the "moving closer" movement didn't stop. His eyes were deep and black and she couldn't help looking away known to the emotion which pulled her towards him. "We can't meet again.." she finally said bitterly as he back off and stood and allowed her to stand.

"I mean it - Anu. We can't! Taposh Da doesn't want me to see you. And I can't deny him.."

"Taani.. I lo.."

"Anu - I have to go. Bye.." she quickly muttered sidestepping him and escaping quickening her steps as he watched her leave. 'But you are wrong Taani. If you think I have come with weak determination, then you are wrong. I will not leave without you..'

In Taposh, Taani and Mauli's cottage, Mirik, West Bengal (9am)

The stiff knock startled him as he lifted himself from the sofa and opened the door. Halting in front of what he saw, his eyes turned hard with gaze as he glared at the boy who stood casually on the doorstep.

"Anurag!? How dare you come here?" screamed Taposh hoping that the loudness would put sense into him but he stood casually as ever. 'Good thing that Taani wasn't here. Otherwise..'

"Da Da, won't you invite me inside?" he asked grinning sidestepping him and entering the house while lightly perching on the sofa staring at the shocked Mauli and passing a wink to her. If this was the way, he could get Taani then this way be it..

Meanwhile, Taani stepped from behind Taposh to see a shocking sight in front of him. Anurag was perching on the sofa while Taposh and Mauli were staring at him with anger. Even Mauli seemed angry with him but she knew deep inside, she was melted.

"Anu..?" she whispered as the three turned to face her. Anurag's breath was held every time his name sounded so beautiful from someone he loved intensively. "What are - you...?"

"Taani! Go inside!" ordered Taposh glaring at her. "Taani I mean it, go inside now.." As she handed him the envelope, she whizzed past Mauli and Anurag, while his gaze followed her retreating figure.

"What are you looking at?" glared Taposh lifting him from the collar as Mauli shrieked holding onto Taposh's shoulders. "Once your brother, Robindo had eyed Mauli in a disgusting way and had disposed her the way you did to Taani! And now you come to compensate!?"

"Stop it, Taposh! Taani! Taani!" shrieked Mauli as Taani came rushing back down the stairs horrified to see Anurag's collar's held by Taposh, his hard glare set on him but Anurag seemed casual and seemed to be peering her way.

"Taposh Da, stop it!" she cried rushing towards him as his clutch tightened and he shrugged off her gentle pull. "Please, stop it.." Tears flowed like pearls from her eyes and her condition weakened Anurag as he easily pulled off his clutch from his collar, gave an assuring look to Taani and left, his heart clenched and crying.

"Taani! From now on, you will not step a foot out of this house! And if you will, I will go with you.." said Taposh storming off to his room while Anurag grinned at the door. 'Sorry, Dada, not even god can stop us from uniting with each other.. as for you, I won't take Taani without your permission..' he thought stealing a quick glance at her as she wiped away her tears.

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