In My Veins (Arnav/Khushi)Chapter 13 Sept 6

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Posted: 13 years ago

Hey Guys,
So I'm new on IF obviously, but I started a fan fiction (on a blog) and a friend told me, via tumblr, that IF is a good place to also post it. This is my first time writing a FanFiction, its pretty AU, set in a historical setting. I'll post a little bit in the post below and maybe you guys can let me know what you think?
Also If you hit like on this I can PM you if you want.
I'm still a newbie so can't post links but here's the blog
bikhrahoonmain[.]blogspot[.]com (if you remove the brackets obviously)

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Here's part one, its deliberately vague so you're going to find out who is who a little bit later. ;)

Her body shook and bounced, although it seemed rather violent, it was in fact rather rhythmic, and she was able to fall asleep, or at least closer her eyes. Sleep was a welcome commodity, and a rare one at that, the palace had gone up in arms, in more ways than one, with the thought of her impending marriage. She had learned to tune it all out, her opinion did not matter, and she accepted this fact and moved on. Unlike her older sister, she had learned her place, and she did not publicly defy it. Speaking only when spoken to, preferring to be alone, preferring to immerse herself in her own thoughts. Dialogue, she found, happened much more logically when it was happening with oneself.

That did not mean, however, that she was clueless or opinionless. She knew that the majority of the courtiers did not agree to her marriage to this man, she knew that they thought it was wrong, invalid, in human, awful. She knew that. She also knew that her father felt that this was the only option, the only option to maintain peace. Peace, that they could not afford to lose, after so many years they had found peace. After so much death and destruction they had found peace, and he was willing to do anything to keep that peace. She contemplated her marriage for a very short period of time; there were worse places to be sent off too. Their palace was breathtaking, that much she knew. They were strong, and powerful, but they were fair. Always fair. Being just was not such a widespread gift, and so, that this quality of the people and the kingdom had filtered down to all the way down to her family, was an achievement. They would not mistreat her, Parneena, ever hyper, was disconcerted by her lack of concern, but what was the point? No point in being worried until she got there. No point in worrying unless there was a need, and she did not want to worry her father any further. His brow had been in a deep thought since they had left.

Her father was a great man, she knew that, but a King would always be criticized, and in order to get things done, he had to make hard decisions. This is the reason why she left them alone, he, although he did not show it, was a very emotional man, his two daughters would leave, they would leave and it was very possible that he would never see them again. In her sixteen years, she saw the love in her fathers' eyes, but he saw more hesitation, and he never let her come close. And she knew it was because he knew he would have to make this decision one day. His daughter was a pawn in his game, and it hurt no one more than him.

She opened her eyes to study his face. He was looking out of the cart, he had pulled back the curtain and although his eyes were directed outside, she knew he wasn't seeing them. His ice eyes, hypnotizing when they laughed, had creases around them, and his brow was still creased. She shifted her eyes outside, and said softly "it will be beautiful there too." his eyes jerked up to hers, his eyes creased into a small smile and he nodded. He laid his head back on the cotton seat, looking a little more reassured. Her gaze lingered for a minute, then closed her eyes again. He should not worry, that was important. She could worry for herself.

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Chapter 2: The Waterfall
The waterfall provided a constant piterpater that he found extremely soothing, and he had since he was a boy. He sunk down onto the rock, it had been so many years, so many years that this had been his place, that even the rock had wore down a little bit, rough from the spot where he sat whenever he came. He was relieved to escape the palace; he could not hide from people there. Accosted by people questioning him about measurements, or questioning him about training schedules, or military tactics, or about the tax reductions, or something else that he eventually proceeded to ignore. He did not want to talk about any of it. He did not want to see or hear about anything. All he wanted to do was sleep. Sleep had been evading him for weeks now, the news of his marriage, surprisingly, had rattled him. He was not rattled easily; years of war training, law training, training training training, had made him hard. Emotions were not his forte nor would they ever be. He was fully trained to be the second son, forever a general. His brother was diplomatic, not educated any different than him, but blessed with an innate sense of diplomacy and people skills, something that was not passed down to him. But then Aaryan died, Aaryan was murdered.

And all of a sudden, he was the heir. Battlefields he knew how to maneuver but over the past six months he had been slowly trying to understand what his brother did with seemingly such little effort. The spotlight was not something that he ever desired, or understood, and while as the leader of the army, he was subject to compliments and affection, he was able to drown it out, back out and stand behind his brother, immerse himself in war, it was easy. It was what he did. And now, his brother, who had been with him through everything, had left him and now he had to tread these waters all alone.

He was adjusting, slowly but surely, but now marriage? To be honest he had never thought about it, it was not necessary really because his brother had just been married 6 months prior to his death, and they were expecting a heir soon, it seemed that it was likely at least. No one was worried about him for another few years. And honestly, he had expected to die before getting married. His life expectancy was not long, and yet, ironically, his brother, whose swordfighting powers had been heavily manipulated for the crowds throughout his life, who was supposed to live forever, had left the world at the age of thirty.

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Posted: 13 years ago

hiii

welcome 2 IF

awesome start

interesting concept

cant wait 4 more

con soon

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I see people are looking at this page so if you could drop a comment (just one line!) that would be amazing. It really helps with updates
Chapter 3: Waiting

She arose from her slumber, not really understanding what had led her to wake up from a rather deep sleep. And then she realized that they had stopped moving. She felt her heart leap in her chest, the nervousness that she had not allowed to come for the front for six months suddenly emerging like bile up to her throat. Deep breaths. Just breathe. She took three slow breaths and peeked out of the small gap in between the curtains.

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He had not come down yet, preferring to watch from above. Their messenger had arrived a day earlier, informing them more closely of the arrival. Although he was under the vague impression that when they had sent a delegate to their kingdom, they had given a date for six puranmashi's from then, which matched up accordingly.

He pulled himself out of this reprieve and focused below. Camels and elephants had arrived first, with loads and sometimes people on their backs. They must have sent them out almost immediately after the alliance had been solidified; it took a few months for the elephants and camels to arrive, if you were really working the animals. He sincerely hoped the family had made the journey on'horseback. Good, he thought, otherwise they would barely be able to stand. He noted horses, two lines of ten mounted by guards, dressed impressively with turbans covering them from the heat, unlike the earlier arrivals, whose whole heads were covered in white cloth. Ardhishta, the head of his mothers' staff had immediately taken care of these people; he turned briefly to see her dispatching people to aid them, the animals and the astonishing amount of stuff. The assembly of horse guards had halted, the one at the back dismounted and his eyes followed as the guard made his way to the first dual horsed pulled carriage, it was wide, made of a light palm wood, a long flat based and slightly sloped slides, the top was made with curved bamboo and tightly covered with starched cloth, from the sides of the roof fell green drapes, which the guard pulled back. His mother stepped forward as the guard helped out a woman clad in a deep purple sari. Her face was round scattered with soft crinkles, most of which were concentrated around her eyes. A pallu was draped over her head as if it was a permanent fixture, unmoved in years and her mangalsutra was barely visible under the massive ornament that adorned her neck, the gold sparkled in the evening light, it reflected further off of the gold on her wrists, fingers and ears. His mother approached this woman with a smile and took her in her arms; the women smiled a gesture that looked foreign, but genuine nonetheless; his mother could do that to people.

She was followed by a woman clad in a white sari, less heavily adorned in jewelry, taller than the queen, with streaks of white and gray blending into the jet black, her mother in law he supposed. He eyes, not interested in these women particularly, moved on to the next carriage, From it exited two girls, clad in thick churidaar suits, vibrantly colored in green and pink, with brilliant rich patterns at the borders. His mind wanted to the next carriage, other people, cousins, aunts, were moving up. They had filled not only the next carriage but many others along the row; and still he was uninterested. His eyes stopped at the last carriage, it was slightly larger, draped with deep red and purple curtains which were barely open. He leaned forward, surprising himself at his anxiety. No not anxiety he chastised himself curiosity, necessity. Being informed and prepared was always necessary.

He was not supposed to make an appearance, right away he had informed his father to tell them that he was out for some work, he didn't care what and frankly it did not matter, he did not heed his father anymore. And now his father did not have the ability to threaten him, there was no leverage. Regardless he wanted to see, he wanted to go back.

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Originally posted by: Rhea-
<div align="center">I see people are looking at this page so if you could drop a comment (just one line!) that would be amazing. It really helps with updates
Chapter 3: Waiting

She arose from her slumber, not really
understanding what had led her to wake up from a rather deep sleep. And then
she realized that they had stopped moving. She felt her heart leap in her
chest, the nervousness that she had not allowed to come for the front for six
months suddenly emerging like bile up to her throat. Deep breaths. Just breathe. She took three slow breaths and peeked
out of the small gap in between the curtains. 

----------

He had not come down yet, preferring to watch
from above. Their messenger had arrived a day earlier, informing them more
closely of the arrival. Although he was under the vague impression that when
they had sent a delegate to their kingdom, they had given a date for six
puranmashi's from then, which matched up accordingly. 

He pulled himself out of this reprieve and
focused below. Camels and elephants had arrived first, with loads and sometimes
people on their backs. They must have sent them out almost immediately after
the alliance had been solidified; it took a few months for the elephants and
camels to arrive, if you were really working the animals. He sincerely hoped
the family had made the journey on'horseback. Good, he thought, otherwise they would barely be able to stand. He
noted horses, two lines of ten mounted by guards, dressed impressively with turbans
covering them from the heat, unlike the earlier arrivals, whose whole heads
were covered in white cloth. Ardhishta, the head of his mothers' staff had
immediately taken care of these people; he turned briefly to see her
dispatching people to aid them, the animals and the astonishing amount of
stuff. The assembly of horse guards had halted, the one at the back dismounted
and his eyes followed as the guard made his way to the first dual horsed pulled
carriage, it was wide, made of a light palm wood, a long flat based and
slightly sloped slides, the top was made with curved bamboo and tightly covered
with starched cloth, from the sides of the roof fell green drapes, which the
guard pulled back. His mother stepped forward as the guard helped out a woman
clad in a deep purple sari. Her face was round scattered with soft crinkles,
most of which were concentrated around her eyes. A pallu was draped over her
head as if it was a permanent fixture, unmoved in years and her mangalsutra was
barely visible under the massive ornament that adorned her neck, the gold
sparkled in the evening light, it reflected further off of the gold on her
wrists, fingers and ears. His mother approached this woman with a smile and
took her in her arms; the women smiled a gesture that looked foreign, but
genuine nonetheless; his mother could do that to people. 

She was followed by a woman clad in a white
sari, less heavily adorned in jewelry, taller than the queen, with streaks of
white and gray blending into the jet black, her mother in law he supposed. He
eyes, not interested in these women particularly, moved on to the next
carriage, From it exited two girls, clad in thick churidaar suits, vibrantly
colored in green and pink, with brilliant rich patterns at the borders. His mind
wanted to the next carriage, other people, cousins, aunts, were moving up. They
had filled not only the next carriage but many others along the row; and still he
was uninterested. His eyes stopped at the last carriage, it was slightly
larger, draped with deep red and purple curtains which were barely open. He
leaned forward, surprising himself at his anxiety. No not anxiety he chastised himself curiosity, necessity. Being informed and prepared was always necessary.


He was not supposed to make an appearance,
right away he had informed his father to tell them that he was out for some
work, he didn't care what and frankly it did not matter, he did not heed his
father anymore. And now his father did not have the ability to threaten him, there
was no leverage. Regardless he wanted to see, he wanted to go back. 

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. Beautifully written...u describe evrything so well that I can actually imagine it..very intresting..u shud become a writer honestly!!!very very inetersting...waiting for part 4...cheers

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Posted: 13 years ago

Hiii
Loved da update
Da concept is awesome
Love ur writing style
Can't wait 4 more
Con soon
Thanks 4 da pm

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Posted: 13 years ago

Again Comments are much appreciated
Chapter 4: Making it Back

He turned on his heels, passing the decrepit door that hypothetically lead down to some semblance of chambers, perhaps 100 years ago. He grabbed the rope, one end of which was tightly wound to the handle of that same door and began lowering himself down the stone wall. He made it down in no time having made the journey more often than he would care to admit. Heera was tied up just where he left her, he came up to her, "Let's go Heer, it's important to see what they look like right?, he murmured absentmindedly as he untied the rope from her bare neck.

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She disembarked the carriage, eyes downcast; everyone's eyes were on her, she didn't need to see to know it. Her carriage had been moved up to the front so when she exited her father easily guided her up to a certain place, she couldn't be sure where, but she knew that the slight increase of pressure on her back indicated a stop.

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He left Heera; she would be taken care of. At this particular moment he did not really have a solid plan in place. Walking in did not seem like the smartest idea. He could make it up to his wing without being seen, he reasoned, it was not like people were going to be focusing on him per say. There were fifty extra guests and a hundred fifty extra servants. He was contemplating the risk of entering through the servants' entrance in front of him when her heard "Sahib?"

Uh oh, he turned, "Ji Malik?"

"No, sahib, I was just wondering did you need something from the storage?"

"The what?"

The boy started to shake slightly as he replied, "no…uhm…sorry sahib, it's just...you were staring at the storage and I-"

Okay maybe it wasn't an entrance…"Malik," he cut of the trembling young boy, "How does one get to my wing through the servants entrance?"

"But- sahib- can't you just use the front?"

"Of course I can," he said irritably, "but I don't wish to" and couldn't resist adding, "obviously…Malik, please."

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Posted: 13 years ago

Originally posted by: Rhea-
<div align="center">Again Comments are much appreciated
Chapter 4: Making it Back

He turned on his heels, passing the
decrepit door that hypothetically lead down to some semblance of chambers,
perhaps 100 years ago. He grabbed the rope, one end of which was tightly wound
to the handle of that same door and began lowering himself down the stone wall.
He made it down in no time having made the journey more often than he would
care to admit. Heera was tied up just where he left her, he came up to her, "Let's
go Heer, it's important to see what they look like right?, he murmured
absentmindedly as he untied the rope from her bare neck. 

-----

She disembarked the carriage, eyes downcast;
everyone's eyes were on her, she didn't need to see to know it. Her carriage
had been moved up to the front so when she exited her father easily guided her
up to a certain place, she couldn't be sure where, but she knew that the slight
increase of pressure on her back indicated a stop. 

----

He left Heera; she would be taken
care of. At this particular moment he did not really have a solid plan in
place. Walking in did not seem like the smartest idea. He could make it up to
his wing without being seen, he reasoned, it was not like people were going to
be focusing on him per say. There were fifty extra guests and a hundred fifty extra
servants. He was contemplating the risk of entering through the servants' entrance
in front of him when her heard "Sahib?" 

Uh oh, he turned, "Ji Malik?"

"No, sahib, I was just wondering did you need something from
the storage?"

"The what?"

The boy started to shake slightly as he replied, "no…uhm…sorry
sahib, it's just...you were staring at the storage and I-"

Okay maybe it wasn't an entrance…"Malik," he cut of the trembling young boy, "How
does one get to my wing through the servants entrance?"

"But-
sahib- can't you just use the front?"

"Of
course I can," he said irritably, "but I don't wish to" and couldn't resist
adding, "obviously…Malik, please."

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"can't u just use the front"?hahahahah that was funny lol lol...lovely written...really enjoying ur story so far. Eagerly waiting for the rest...