Hi all,
I am starting a new ss/ff (not sure at this point)...I am experimenting with something new. I have borrowed from the onscreen characters however the relationships have changed (some remain the same) and tweaked the personalities and their pasts a bit.
The story is entirely mine and while I might borrow incidents from the serial it is not a parallel story line...
I will be introducing characters into the show (most of whom u already know) slowly might take 2 to 3 chapters with some altered personas
I do need feedback guys let me know if you like what you read...helps me take the story in the right direction also if you think its no good do let me know too...
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Ahem leaned his tall, well built frame against the door panel. He was standing by the French doors of his home office that overlooked his garden watching as three young girls sat out on the grass having a picnic of sorts, talking and giggling. Nothing out of the normal; well, for him to be gazing absently it was, he 'normally' did not have time for such nonsense. He was not the most patient of men, he was a short tempered, serious, goal orientated young man. Right now, however he stood there watching them quietly, he even sported a small smile of contentment on his 'normally' stiff facade.
He thought he went unnoticed, but Gopi had felt his presence when he had walked to the door. She had but glanced sideways and seen the small smile and sighed thinking how nice his face looked when he was like this. Instead he was always serious, barking orders and curt replies. He was respectful of his elders but always distant, the only person he was close to was the one he was watching now his sister Kinjal.
Kinjal lay down on the mat and gave in to a full throated laugh... She was a pretty 19 year old, soft spoken and pleasant. She was the indulged youngest child of the Modi Parivaar, indulged by her family, mostly by her loving older brother and yet there was a loneliness in her smile that melted her aloof brother's heart. She was his weakness and yet it was her weakness that kept the Modi's grounded. Kinjal at first look seemed a healthy young girl, but she had been born prematurely affecting her hearing, lungs and was proned to many allergies that affected her diet therefore she had poor general motor skills. She had tiny hearing aids on, and always carried her asthma pump with her not to mention epipen. Emergency revival kits were never too far from her, she rarely ate outside due to all of her allergies. So, despite all of the immense wealth and caring family she always felt left out, a burden almost, socially bereft except for the two girls by her side. They were her oasis.
Raashi and Gopi were fraternal twins. At 22 they were poles apart. Raashi older by three minutes was slim, tall, with an eye catching figure and silky hair but it was her bubbly personality that sometimes bordered on dizzy that made her stand out. Gopi however, the younger of the two by three minutes was the more mature one. She was petite, with a slight plumpishness that just gave into her soft homely nature; a very pleasant girl with the most radiant smile. The sisters loved each other immensely and were each other's strength for behind Raashi's laughter and Gopi's smile lay a very difficult past and an uncertain future.
Ahem walked out slowly not wanting to disturb the moment, but as soon as they saw him approaching the sister's visibly stiffened. The normally friendly, outgoing Raashi was petrified of him, and Gopi was always self conscious around him. Kinjal at once knew without turning back that her brother was there from the change in her friends' disposition. It always amused her at their reaction to her brother. "Hello bhai" she smiled up at him, he crouched down on his heels next to her, and touched her cheek with a feather like movement and then kissed the side of her head. "So howz my girl today, looks like you are having a good time, what was so funny?" 'Nothing bhai, at least it would not be funny to you, girls stuff..." "Alright then I will take your word for it. You should be getting yourself inside. Is it not time for the evening prayer?" He thought he heard a slight groan and glanced up at Raashi who had stood up the moment he joint them. Raashi did not mean to grimace so loudly but as much as she liked Modi bhavan the incredible number of rituals and formalities were tiresome an made her restless, but more than that was the steely look coming her way from Kinjal's brother. How did he do that she wandered, so loving one minute and then dangerous the next. She started pulling at her duppatta nervously. Kinjal noticed this and placed her hand on her brother to divert his attention. "Are you going to help me up bhai?" Ahem smiled at her slightly and then stood up and gave her his hand and gently lifted his sister up, Raashi handed her walking stick. Gopi in the meantime had been clearing up their tea left over's and folding the blanket. She placed them all in neat pile and then attempted to get up, putting her weight unknowingly on her right leg, making her stagger back. Raashi lunged towards her, but Ahem was faster, he steadied her by her elbow, and lifted her up letting go only after he made sure she was steady on her feet. "Are you ok" he asked her in his clipped manner. She nodded and smiled shyly up at him. "Thank you". Ahem just gave her slight nod in acknowledgement and strode ahead with a hand on Kinjal's back. The sister's picked up the rest.
The small exchange did not escape Kokila Modi who was watching the foursome from her window upstairs. One could not tell what Kokila was thinking from her expression. Like her nephew she sported a stern persona. She pulled her pallu forward and then proceeded down for prayers. This drama, as innocent as it was also spied on (yes spied because this was her lives mission) by Urmila from her terrace next door. Urmila did not share a particularly good relationship with the Modi's. She was envious of them and yet wanted a piece of the pie.
When Kokila got to the home Mandir that took centre place in their large home, all the family had already gathered there. Baa as her mother was fondly known to all. Mota Bhabi and Mota Bhai- Chirag and Hetal Modi her older brother and sister-in-law, their son Jiger. Dhawal her son, Ahem and Kinjal her nephew and niece, children of her younger (less responsible brother) Parag conspicuous by his absence and of course the two sisters. She looked fondly at her family and then up at the picture of her sweet sister-in-law, Hey Krishna bhagawan may her soul rest in peace she sent up a silent prayer and without a thought of her own husband she addressed the family "let us begin". "Phai" Kinjal said softly "yes my dikri" "Can Gopi sings the arti today" "Why not." "Come Gopi sing a Krishna bhajan and then Arti.""Yes Auntiji" replied Gopi softly stepping forward with the slightest of limps that would go unnoticed but for the keenest of eyes. She joint her hands and started Chandana charchita, neela khalebhara (It was a Jeyadeva's Ashtapadi...a love song to her beloved Khannaji) she was in her element when she sang especially for her lord and it was amazing how the normally shy quiet Gopi who almost whispered when she spoke, the unsure demure Gopi, transformed, her voice filled the corners of Modi Bhavan and lifted all of their souls. The family eyes closed in prayer were transported to a divine realm, even Kokila the strictest of them, Chirag the pre occupied business tycoon were strung in by the melody of her voice and strength of her word. Ahem joint most of the rituals but did not whole heartedly take part, he was jaded by his past, God had no place in his world, yet her voice somehow found its way through his turmoil. He listened with his heart and he drifted into its peace at least for those few minutes till he was brought back by the ringing of the aarti bell.
To be continued...
Ch 2 - pg 4
Pati Patni Aur Panga
Jaane Anjaane Hum Mile
Tum Se Tum Tak
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki
Vasudha
