TaSha SS Anjaana Anjaani PT 5 - PG 7

i know i still have to update my FF which i will do very soon. but i had this short story in my head so i thought of posting it. i'll continue if you all like it so please do leave your comments😳

Anjana Anjaani

Part 1:

My hands were firmly grasped on to the leather steering wheel. My heart was racing at the same speed as my car. I was already way ahead of the speed limit everything I drove passed seemed to be blurred. Everything I touched seemed to be out of control. The steering wheel was moving left and right, the gears started to change. At that moment I thought to myself that the car had been possessed or somehow I'd forgotten how to drive. First when I was driving I had full concentration on the road but now my mind was somewhere else. All the cars behind me were gaining closer. I could hear the roaring of the engines getting louder and louder as I was getting trailed by the predators behind me.

I tried to press the brakes but everything went out of control and my car drifted swiftly off the road. I collided into a lamppost; the impact of the collision sent me flying out of the car. My face had hit the floor, first and then gradually my whole body was down on the floor, luckily it was grass and muddy. At that moment I heard muffled voices as well as screams and screeches. My eyes could picture a blurred image rushing towards me, my brain wasn't functioning and I was just about to pass out but I could just about tell that the figure coming towards me was of a woman whose indistinct voice sounded extremely concerned.

As I slowly opened my eyes realisation hit me, somehow after the accident I reached here, a small cottage that seemed to be placed in a very isolated area. The room I was in was dark and gloomy, I steadied myself up and looked around the room trying to recall how I got here but every time I tried to remember my head started to throb in pain. All these blurred images were flashing before me I could see myself lying on the floor with blood oozing out and some lady figure treating my wounds. Who is this women that keeps on reappearing in my thoughts I can't see her face but those flashbacks bring the image of the same woman. Aarghh what's going on!!?? What am I doing here?!! Why can't remember what happened!

"I'll tell you what's happened", said a soft feminine voice. I turned to look and there she was that same figure only now she wasn't blurry and I could finally see who she was. The lights were now on and she came in wearing traditional Indian attire red anarkholi suit by the looks of it. Her long browny hair was flowing down and those beautiful golden earrings really complimented her. She had the most stunning features, those bold green eyes were sparkling and her long eyelashes fluttered every time she blinked. God she just looked so innocent and elegant. Whoa wth am I doing! Why the hell am I ogling over a woman who I've never met before! God Dutta you have to get your act straight first you have a massive crash and now you're going dewana over an anjaan larki chi, kuch to sharam hona chaye.

"Urrm, are you okay? " She asked, seeming a bit freaked with my pagalpan behaviour.

"Oh ya sorry, well, my head still hurts, my bones are aching and it feels like I've broken every bone in my body. But other than that I'm feeling great." I replied back sarcastically.

She looked down in embarrassment and her rosy cheeks turned to a brighter red, whilst tucking a bit of her hair behind her ear; she walked up to the side table and placed the tray of food she was holding.

"Here, have some of this, homemade medicine this should help ease the aches and pains, it's a miracle you survived that crash you know, you're lucky that you fell on the grass rather than concrete'

Anyway you must be wondering who I am and how you got here and all. Well let me introduce myself. My name is Nakushsa but you can call me Naku, I'm a doctor and I live here by myself, the place you crashed is a small town near here, because I'm a doctor I thought it would be best to bring you to my place as I'll be able to treat you properly. Also being a doctor it's my duty to help out anyone in any kind of distress."

She spoke in such a luring voice and I was just mesmerised not being able to get my eyes off of her, I was drowning in those beautiful green eyes.

I suddenly got out of my trance and spoke back to her.

"Well, I don't know what to say, thanks for helping me though, I really appreciate it.

My name is Dutta, I came to New York just under a year ago so I don't really know the place well."

"Oh so you're new here, well welcome to New York."

After an awkward silence she spoke again hesitatingly.

"If you don't mind me asking, why were you driving so fast and why were there so many cars following yours?"

"That's a long story; my life has been so chaotic over the years that I seem to have lost myself in the chaos. I just don't know who I am anymore". I replied back with so much hurt and pain clearly visible on my face.

She looked in to my eyes and for a minute it seemed as if she had taken away all that pain and anguish I felt. She looked back down shyly and spoke with so much honesty and sincerity.

"I'm ready to listen, that is if you want to tell me. Since I bought you here, all I've been witnessing is how badly you've been hurt not just physically but emotionally too, it's all clear in your eyes."

"Thank you" was all I could say, this girl had just blown me away.

precap: dutta narrates his past

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Mereyaar !

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N doc D back from newyork !
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aww thnk god nothing serious happened 2 dutta..of course the injuries bt they shud heal...hey she's a doctor..lol..wel lucky dutta 2 hav been saved by a doc...n tht 2 a pretty 1...😉

pls continue soon

here's part 2 i hope you all like it.

Part 2:

~Dutta narrates his past~

Few years ago I was known as the best street racer in town, in India of course. I used to live with my uncle who worked in a car factory, I lost my parents at a very young age they both died in a plane crash and from then on my uncle became my guardian. He was my role model. He told me that when he was at his late teens he used to be a street racing champion and from then on I realised that racing was in my blood and it was my destiny to become like him. Racing was my career from then on; it was the key to my earnings. Well actually even though my uncle was in to racing and all I never used feel the same way till the day that changed me completely.

I was in a 6 year relationship with my so called girlfriend Priya. I thought she was the love of my life I was obviously wrong. She was using me to get to one of my friends who she couldn't be with because she wasn't popular. I was part of that gang you see and she tricked me in to thinking that she had feelings for me just so she can be part of our group and then finally get to that stupid Raj. 6 years I spent grovelling under her, fulfilling all her wishes I was even willing to leave my uncle for her at the age of 18, luckily my uncle was wise and talked me out of it, she had me tied round her little finger and I was her puppet. The day I caught her smothering that dirty face of hers all over Raj was the day I was completely destroyed. I felt so betrayed, anger took over me and I blocked out the old Dutta that used to be fun and loving and turned in to a racing maniac.

Racing became my world, that was all that kept my head calm and straight. I was barely 20; I dropped my studies and pursued the career of street racing. After one year of experience, I decided to take my career a bit further and go for the hard challenges. Every day that went by, more components were coming in and the bets were getting higher. I was getting bored of it all; I needed a bigger challenge, bigger race and a better component. My uncle told me that he knew a guy who used to work with him in the factory who was also a street racer. His name was Alan. He was one of those punks who thought they knew it all.

It was the first Saturday morning of December, the day looked dull and the roads looked wet.my uncle was already up, fixing the tyres of my car. He placed a big amount of money against Alan. He put a lot of pressure on me that whole week nagging me that I have to win this race. There was 20 minutes left till the big race. Each second that went by my heart started beating at a faster rate. I had never felt this scared or stressed in my life. I tried to put all the stress behind me and think that it's only a race it doesn't make a big deal. But for some reason it felt like if I lose, my racing career will end there. 10 minutes later I had reached the starting line. My uncle was in the passenger seat just in case I needed any help. I looked towards my side mirror and saw a car coming towards us. He parked beside me and started revving his engine. Suddenly my uncle's phone started ringing. For a moment I thought someone put a bomb on my car. My uncle picked it up and started speaking to the caller, it was Alan 'when the lights hit green we start', he said. And straight after that he hung up. Racing was illegal so it was harder for us. We had to watch out for the cops and stay away from any traffic if I'd like to win. The light changed from red to orange. I started revving my engine and before I knew it, it had turned green and the race had started. For the first few miles he was ahead of me but soon later I caught up. With only a few turns to go the pressure was on. We were way ahead of the speeding limit with cameras flashing at us every few seconds.

Suddenly on the last turn Alan's car started drifting all over the road. It was like a game of cops and robbers because his car was always trying to collide with mine, but I had to keep on pressing the brake and dodge his car. At one moment he collided in and broke off my side mirror. After all that hard work, it paid off. I had beaten him to the finish line. Little did I know that winning that race would make me the most wanted man for Alan. He hated to lose especially to a beginner like me. I had to get out of India before he got to me so I flew over to USA and moved to New York the city of dreams. I was finally starting to get settled, when one day I got a phone call from some unknown man telling me that my uncle had been brutally murdered by Alan and his gang. And now they were after me, somehow they found out I was here in NY. I tried to keep it low but they found me, it was the day I had that crash. I was trying to get away from them and in the process I crashed.

Only 25 and I'm the most wanted man of the underworld. This Alan is a tough one he has links to many other so called dons who are now all after me. God! My life is such a mess.

A lone tear escaped my eye and trickled down my face, I suddenly felt a soft hand squeezing my shoulder. It was Nakusha, she looked so upset, none of us uttered a single word but our eyes did all the talking. I've only known her a couple of hours but I feel so attached to her. In this anjaan city I had no one and finally I was able to pour my heart out to someone who I can now consider as friend.

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