IPKKND OS: Risen From the Ashes

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No more doubt remained in my mind concerning the clandestine state of affairs that my - and it was at this point that I shuddered in revulsion to even say the word - husband, one of the more respectable noblemen of the country ... the one who had given me so much ... Shyam ... my Shyam, had indulged in must be known to someone other than myself.

How could these antics have gone unnoticed? And for so long? I couldn't have been the only one to bear witness to the atrocities that had taken place in the womb of this very castle! I was sure that even the very foundations of this opulent mansion wept for the degenerate and heinous executions that had occurred within the depths of its arena.

Was it possible that all of his servants knew? Were they privy to the monstrous accounts of the little lambs - poor, sacrificial lambs ' and how they would be inspected? Following which, those same little lambs would be held captive by sheer mockery of the holiest of bonds for the next seven lifetimes, never to be released and never to be freed? That they were then heartlessly butchered? That the sindoor of their maang ran like unstoppable blood and entombed their innocent souls like mantelpieces one would proudly gloat about to the neighbors?

I had not even an iota of thought as to whom I could share this information with. Feelings that the people around me were cohorts in the very crimes I hated, plagued me like shadows. There was however, one thought that rang clearly in my mind; I must leave.

There was nothing left for me here ... nothing except history repeating itself, wherein I would also be ripped, torn, mauled and disfigured, akin to my predecessors. I had to leave ... and I had to be quick about it.

For soon everyone I knew would be in danger. My honewaala Chotey...my existing Chotey' his Khushi.

Everyone.

But before leaving I had to warn them all. But'who would listen? Even though there was chaos around me, it was at this point that I - the trophy wife of one of the supposedly more respectable noblemen of the country, the sister of the shrewdest business tycoon Arnav Singh Raizada and the soon-to-be mother to my heir - realised that there was no way I could merely stand and be a silent spectator to these crimes.

It was time I had a confrontation with my husband and it was time I cleared the air. No longer was I the shy, docile, meek Anjali Manohar Jha.

The woman who stood straight in this arena was reformed, evolved and regenerated.

This was Anjali Singh Raizada. This was someone who would rise from the ashes of her sordid past and take revenge. Revenge for everyone that Shyam had killed. Revenge for everyone he had even planned to hurt. But most of all, she was going to avenge him for herself. She would hurt and maim him the same way he had done to her.

She would destroy him.

With those words ringing ferociously in her mind, Anjali Singh Raizada was ready to proceed into battle. For now, she had officially risen.

Risen from the ashes to bring forth a fire renewed.

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OK, so this piece was brought about as I was writing my English Recreative Piece - I was trying to mimic the style of Angela Carter and in doing so, I got the idea of possibly writing an OS in the POV of Anjali. Obviously, taking into account the recent happenings of the show, we're already seeing the emergence of a brave, independent woman, and so I just wanted to show the same, however through a more ... subverted view, shall we say?

Also, this would just have stayed a mediocre piece without the help and input of dreamyshadows - she so very kindly gave me a much needed second opinion on the original draft and helped me to shape it up into what it is! Again, I thank you, Avi, for being so kind!!

You should most definitely check out her works because she is AH-MAY-ZING, honestly. The way this girl writes is just ... oof! Too good!! 😆

The link to her index is: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/59852001

I hope you like it, and if you do, please do drop me a review - it would mean a lot! 😊

Additionally, if you'd like to check out some of the other OS's I've written, PM me! 😊

-Anissa

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If only Anjali was really like this...

I'm captivated by the content and the style.

wow

Beautifully written and quite captivating due to the content...Understood the genre,once I started reading...You had done justice to the OS...Thanks dreamyshadows for the PM

a strong anjali is somethin i wait for...and this piece is magnificent...cheers !!!

This was one good OS. This is exactly how I had imagined Anjali on the show.

Risen from the ashes. Like a phoenix.

Great stuff!

Muah!

-V

PS- I am a huge Angela Carter fan. Though her feminism at times can be annoying, for a politically neutral me, the way she weaves fantasy, and the politics between men and women is very fascinating. :)