13A Nottingham Place- A Raj Naina fic updated ch11

rHey, friends I am going to post a new fic on our favourite couple Rajveer and Naina...I sincerely hope that you will enjoy the journey with RN...






Prologue
Chapter 1- Unwanted. Pg 1
Chapter 2- Encounter. Pg 5
Chapter 3- The Princess and The Pole Star. Pg 9
Chapter 4- Best Friend?? Or?? Pg 12
Chapter 5- Hamlet, Ophelia And...A Farewell Pg 15
Chapter 6- Patience. Pg 17
Chapter 7- A Night Out Pg-20
Chapter 8- Journey Pg- 25
Chapter 9- Destination Pg- 28
Chapter 10-Introduction I Pg- 30
Chapter 11-Introduction II pg- 31

Author's note: dear friends I am finally posting my first ever RN fic. The characters, scenes, incidents, places are all fictitious. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.

The story starts with the first person narrative but it might move on to third person as the story progresses, why and how, shall be elaborated as and when time comes.



Last but not the least my heart felt gratitude to Arwa for making such a wonderful poster and Shaina for being there always and to all of you for your constant enthusiasm and support.


Love
Riya

(the list will be edited as and when characters enter. Cast members can change if felt necessary. )

Prologue

Tanhayion se nahin hum mehfil se darte hain
duniya se nahin hum khud se darte hain
yun to bahut kuchh khoya hai humne
na jaane kyun tumhe khone se darte hain'

I can still remember that particular day when I first came

to this house'. I was 10 at that time'timid'shy and very much reclusive'' My journey had been one of the most dreadful experiences in my knowledge till date. It was raining hard when I had to board into an Audi leaving behind my ailing father and my new mom'my step mom. I was 7 when I lost my mother due to cancer.. My mother had married my father when she was only 21. She had to leave her house in Chandigarh with an immediate effect.'My maternal grandfather used to be none less than a tyrant. She not only had to bid farewell to her house but also her country. My parents finally settled on the banks of the Thames.

Our family was everything that could have given a pink and rosy picture to anybody who peeped inside ''.But as every good thing comes to an end'.even our bliss didn't last for too long. My mother was detected with lung cancer and went away even before her medication had properly started. My Father completed his duty by providing me with a brand new mother who just couldn't like this unruly, ill-mannered girl of eight. She found it to be utterly frustrating to play the role of a mother to an eight year old. My father had to digest the complaints that my new mother did about me on a regular basis which was enough to turn him crazy within 6 months of her arrival. He finally wrote a letter to my mother's best friend in Nottingham and requested her to take up the responsibility of his only child.

UNWANTED

The house was literally huge as I could see.. I remember clearly the nervousness that had me clench my fists in tension as I stood in front of the 18^th century mansion. It reminded me of the big mansions of the English countryside straight taken out from the pages of an Austen or a Bronte novel.

I was solemnly greeted by Mrs. Peterson, a British lady in charge of greeting outsiders, umm you may call her'..a housekeeper. She had a round face with freckles all over' her hair was meticulously tied into a bun.

She took me by my hand and led me to a huge room 'probably their waiting room'

The walls were so high that I felt that I might sprain my neck if I tried to look further.

Mrs. Peterson gestured me to sit on one of the sofas kept at the centre of the room.. She was kind enough to give a glass of water as she thought I would be thirsty from my 4 hr long drive. As I took the glass I could feel a shiver down my spine'and I shivered a little as I could hear footsteps down the hallway.

I rose to my feet nervously as I saw two people approaching towards me with utmost dignity.

" I am Mrs Shekhawat'and he is my husband'" she paused as she held out her hand to shake mine. I was about to touch their feet as it is customary for any young Indian as a token of respect for their elders. But I was stopped mid way'.. "Dear'now that you are going to live with the Shekhawats you need to understand that we have certain decorum and you are expected to follow'" Mrs Shekhawat looked intently at me and continued..

" Your mother had been my dear friend but she was stupid enough not to realize her mettle and got married to a man who was unworthy of her in the very sense of the term' Anyway now that you belong here'I would like Mrs. Peterson to teach you the ways how we Shekhawats want you to be' you have to remember that now you are a part of the most wealthy and respected family of England and dear you are henceforth requested to behave likewise. And now with all of this, we would like to welcome you to 13A Nottingham place ' Shekhawat's residence."

" Yes ma'am I will try to remember every word you said to me.. and I can assure you that your faith will not be unjustified. And thank you for welcoming me to this house and I will try not to trouble you ever with my behaviour as long as I am here." This was all I could manage to say to Sir and Mrs Shekhawat.

They nodded at Mrs. Peterson and then smiled at me which seemed to be quite half hearted to me may be because my situation reminded me of a caged canary. As they left Mrs Peterson took me upstairs to show me my present room which was a small room at the attic.

My room was small yet I somehow felt glad that I could be away from the unnatural world of the Shekhawats. Unnatural because everything seemed to be so utterly practiced. As per Mrs Peterson no body in this huge mansion ever talked to the other unnecessarily. They all like to be in their own make belief world. They do not communicate with outsiders much which they feel would be below their dignity.

"Just freshen yourself up then you will have to meet Mrs Shekhawat's children. She has 2 daughters and a son and mind you they are impeccably well mannered so just see to it that you don't end up embarrassing yourself in front of others."

I kept my head down.

* updates will be mostly on Thursdays.

love

Riya

Too good!!!!!Awesome!!!!!

The title is very interesting and different!!!!!👏 👏 👏 👏

The poster by Arwa is beautiful!!!!!😊 😊 😊 😊 👏 👏 👏 👏

The lines are beautiful!!!!!!👏 👏 👏 👏 👏

The journey of Naina's life so far has been really sad!!!!!😔 😔 😔 😔

Her own father sent her away to live with Mrs.Shekhawat and it is indeed a surprise that she accepted to let have live with her!!!!😲 😲 😲 😲

The Shekhawat's residence at 13A Nottingham Place is indeed a huge and beautiful mansion and it was described very well!!!!!👏 👏 👏 👏

Poor Naina!!!!!!😔 😔 😔 😔The Shekhawats seem to be a bunch of snobs and she is stuck with them!!!!!

I wonder how their children are and if they will accept an outsider in their family or not!!!!😕 😕 😕 😕

I hope they are better than their parents, especially their son!!!!!😉 😉 😉 😉 😊 😊 😊 😊

brilliant writting👏

Hi Riya

nice beginning...

waiting for u to cont further...

if possible send a pm wen u update...