New FF: Tere Pyaar Mein Fanaa ChapterOne/Page5 - Page 3

Originally posted by: irock321

Amazing start! Please continue!! LOL Now you'll have three on your plate! Loved it! Awesome concept!

Originally posted by: Enchantress

I just love it... Don't even think of the word.. Discontinuing it.. I had to come back.. When I saw a pm from you for a new FF I came running over here. Well, this is my first ever review for any of your fiction.. Coz I m on way with Ek Nikaah... and will now be going to read the Memories sooner... You know what my routine is... I study for some hours and when I feel to refresh my self I come and read Ek nikaah... god.. That is the best thing that is ever happened to me... But, what I m waiting for is to get my exams completed coz once m free m gonna re-read Ek nikaah and start The memories.. too...

And, off course this new one.. I love the plot already... A gangster and a normal and simple girl. One who gives happiness and good memories where ever she goes and the other who just takes away all the happy and good memories and leaves beside bad and the worst memories... I am so excited to see what happens when there path's cross... How will they both change there individual and each others lives for good!!!!

Girl , you write really really well... Love every work of yours... I have cherished reading every chapter that I have read till date of Ek nikaah.. and gonna do the same for the others too...

Hmm... My very first review for you.. It had been hell long.. Sorry if bothered but can't keep my mouth shut...

Dee

Originally posted by: Rarepearl

oh wow, u've got hidden talents haan? y were u thinking before putting dis up, its really nice. something dats different from da rest, I guess its a dark story wid a touch of romance, haina?

well it'll b grate to see Asad as a ganster n Zoe teaching abt life dat he has forgotten due to his bitter past.

please cont dis n don't abandon memories, I love dat too.

love,

Nimra.

Hello beautiful people. Sorry sorry! Thank you so much for your wonderful comments. I was going to discontinue this because chapter one has been on hold for 3 months now. I was having a difficult time doing a character sketch for Asad, trying to match the intensity of the prologue but sort of failed. Sat down today, scrapped that chapter and started again. Here I present to you the result of my blank brain. It didn't turn out the way I wanted it to, but this story is one which I really want to tell and maybe that's why I really want you guys to understand and like it. Do leave your feedbacks behind, any suggestions, criticisms are welcomed with open arms. Please try not to throw hard vegetables, I'm sensitive like that. This one is going to be a deep passionate love story, not so dark tbh. I just hope I can portray the intensity of this love story. So enough of my blabbering, here goes nothing…

Chapter One

'Tere dil mein meri saason ko paana mil jaye,

Tere ishq mein mere jaan faana ho jaye'

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The story starts amongst a rural part of India, amidst the swaying greenery and the flowing rivers, tall overshadowing valleys to small scuttling ants. Each unaware of the other yet living together, supporting one another. Nature at its best away from the noisy modern ruins, away from the caged cities.

There in the distant under the shadowing trees, over the glistening rocks, on the burdened grass sat an angel buried in her sorrows. The crashing waters matched her bellowing sobs as the wind blew across her face caressing every bit of her skin smoothing past her silky hair making them dance in a frenzy; nature was comforting her. She looked up with her pained face, closing her eyes pressing out the overflowing tears. She breathed in heavily and as she let it out she let herself fall back onto the comforting grass. Her body pressed against the grass outlining her body, her hands swayed beside her slightly as the back of her hands identified the blooming daises beside her. The peaking sun highlighted inches of her body. She slowly lifted her wet eyelashes and turned her face side wards. Her eyes welled up as she noticed the red slash marks on her arms. She took her shaky hands and tapped her neck; the tight struggle had left bruises. She winced thinking about her back; the hits from the whip must've left deeper marks. She laughed at herself, at her misfortune, at her fate; nothing new she cried. The beatings, the whips, the struggle has been going on since her childhood. 18 years on, life has moved on however circumstances are still the same.

'Kyun chale gaye aap aami, abbu?' She whispered to no one in particular, 'mujhe iss duniya mein anaarth banake... Mere koi nahin hai, yeh dard toh kuch bhi nahin aap logon ko khone ki saamne' Her lips trembled, 'Aapke woh ek laute nishaane bachane ke liye mein kuch bhi karungi chahe mere jaan kyun na gava doon. Aapne sapne poore honge ammi, yeh ek vaada hai.' Her head shot up hearing the school bell ring in the distant. She picked herself up wiping her tears with the back of her hands. She adjusted her dupatta and fixed her hair, rubbing away bits of grass. She stood facing the river and closed her eyes allowing the wind to soothe her. She placed her hand over chest,

'Jeene ki koi vajah nahin phir bhi jee raha hoon, Jeene ki koi vajah nahin phir bhi jee raha hoon, kya yeh zindagi hai ya koi saaza? Agar saaza hai toh dil mein iss chahat ko mein kya naam doon? Yeh dil toh dadhak rahi hai phir bhi koi vajah maang raha hai. Kya zindagi kudh ek vajah nahin hai, kaafi nahi hain?' She questioned.
'Iss umeed mein haar roz sota hoon, ki kal ek naya subah leke ayega. Ammi aapi ne toh kaha tha dukh ke baad sukh aata hai… zindagi ka yahi reet hai. Main tayar hoon Ammi, zindagi ko kahiye na woh mujhe aazma ke dekh le. Main koi rajkumar ke liye intezaar nahin kar rahi hoon, lekin woh insaan ke intezaar kar rahe hoon joh mujhe mukti dila sake. Jeene ki koi vajah nahin hai Ammi phir bhi jeena chahta hoon, woh kal ke liye, jo na bhi aa sakta, jiske khatir main iss duniya bhula sakta hoon' She sighed.
Another bell rang in the distant, 'Mein baad mein aungi Ammi Abbu' She said softly, 'mere bache intezaar kar rahe hain' She opened her eyes as she spun on her feet capturing everything with her eyes and started running back. She ran back as fast as she could past the greeting neighbours, she shot them all a smile tapping her watch to indicate that she was late.

In another part of the same old world stood a ruthless gangster. His gun shots polluted the silence as he shot at his targets. The clang of the cans made rhythmic music against the floor.

He looked up to the sky as the blazing sun attacked his body making him sweat profusely. He put his hands out as the guard poured water into them; he threw it over himself. He shook his hair splashing the water in the air before running his fingers through his hair. He looked up as he heard the front gate open, a small smirk played on his lips at the sight in front of him. He shook his head at Ahad before heading inside.

He entered his room closing the door shut behind him. He threw his gun on the bed as he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his wounded abs, with slits here and there from the attack earlier, there was blood smeared all over. He looked at the insides of the shirt; tainted by blood. He loosened his belt and let his pants slide off his masculine legs. He slipped out of his shoes and walked into the bathroom with his boxers, blood dripping from his sides. He stood under the shower for a moment before letting the water drench him. He placed both his hands against the wall, his head low letting the water soothe his wounds. He tensed his arms blowing up his muscles as the wounds stung slightly, he let his lips dribble. He stood there for an endless amount of time allowing the water to outline every inch of his hard toned body. Once satisfied, he turned the shower off. He stepped out of the shower, his boxers sliding off his waist wrapping a towel in its place. He walked out shaking his hair, his v line showing above the low wrapped towel as the droplets of water fought to caress every bit of his sexy body. He grabbed another towel standing in front of the mirror, reflecting his Greek God like body which glistened to show its jealousy. He dried his body walking up to his wardrobe; he slipped one of the components open to look for the first aid box. He pulled it out and threw it across the bed. He sat on his bed and tried to dress his wounds. As he was about to close the box, he noticed a red cricket ball. He picked it and held it front of him before throwing it across the room. The ball hit the mirror and smashed it into a million pieces. He grabbed a pair of wash blue jeans and a white shirt to dress himself with. He picked up his gun and placed it into its place and walked out of the room.

'Ayaaan?' He yelled, his voice echoed against the walls of the huge mansion. A young male came running as fast as he could and stood in front of him.

'Jee Bhai?' He asked,

'Clean out the room and set everything on fire' He ordered walking off. Ayaan stood confused staring at his retreating back. As much as he tries to understand him, he seems to get even more confusing. Despite being his right hand man, Ayaan has never been able to figure out what goes on in his Bhai's mind.

'Jee Bhai, Gupta saab' Ayaan announced watching Asad enter the hall. Asad creased his forehead seeing the spinning knife in Ayaan's hand, Ayaan quickly took it behind him.

'Gupta saaab, toh bataye... Sab kheriyat hai?' He smirked as he sat down on the settee.

'Ji-jii' Gupta stuttered, he got up from his seat and fell towards Asad's feet holding it with both hands, 'mujhe maaf kar dijee, I cannot afford to pay you back. Mere beti ka nikaah hua, mein toh kangal ho gaye' he cried pleading for him to understand.

'Yeh toh mera problem nahin hai, aap paisa liya hi kyun?' He asked as he put his arm over the armrest, 'toh bataye, ab mein kya karoon apka?' He asked sarcastically,

'Kuch bhi saab, mujhe thoda waqt dijeye, mein paisa lauta dunga' he pleaded,

'Waqt hi toh nahin hai Gupta saab, mujhe toh-'

'Mere chote beti aapne paas rakh lije' he put his head on the floor in defeat and held his pleading hands above his head, Asad shot to his feet kicking him backwards, the old man looked above him in horror. Asad stared at him enraged before turning around to go,

'Ek mahine de do usko Ayaan, aur phir se yeh agar issine inke betiyon ko bechne ki khosish ki, maar daal na saale ko aur betiyon ko bhi ghar le na saath saath' Asad ordered as he went up the stairs,

'Lekin bhaijaan, isski'

'Do as I say Ayaan and come to my room'

'Jee bhaijaan' Ayaan nodded obediently before staring at the old man on the floor, 'I'm counting Gupta saab, time starts now! Suna na bhaijaan ne kiya kehke gaya! Behave...' Gupta bowed in front of him holding his hands and thanking him before running out of the house, Ayaan stared at the old man. A part of his stone heart went out to him; he really must be helpless to have wanted to give his daughter away. He turned towards the stairs and looked at his bhaijaan's room. He was surprised he hadn't either beaten the hell out of the old man or shot him in the head. The rage in his eyes is something different altogether. Bhaijaan did take him in, but he made him hate him by making him suffer. It took him a while to understand why he had done that, it was so that he could fend for himself. Despite knowing him all these years, he has never been able to know about his inner feelings. There's some sort of inner turmoil inside of him killing a part of him every moment making him more ruthless than ever. He had never seen remorse in his eyes for those he single handedly strangled to death, just pity, he pitied their weakness. He gave them a chance to fight back but when they couldn't; he doesn't give them the chance to breathe for another second.

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Zoya entered the classroom with a rainbow full of balloons. A huge smile adorned her glowing face as she watched the children jump around the classroom. She slowly treaded forward trying not to let the anklets make any noise. She bit her lip and froze halfway as the children quietened and turned around excitedly. Zoya chuckled before winking at them; the children came running towards her. She gave them a balloon each, receiving a kiss in return. They all sat down and smiled back at her. She stood in front of the blackboard admiring every single one of her children and sighed. She treasured these moments spent with the children; is this what you call life? Every moment spent with them makes her feel more alive. No matter how upset she is, one look at them eases all her pain.
However, she was still unsure of what she was looking for, where her destination was. The teacher who teaches other people to live doesn't know the meaning of life itself. She promised her mother to always bring a smile onto other people's faces but she was never taught to fight for her own happiness. Zoya put on a huge smile; yes Zoya, hide your pain, hide your confusion.

'Chalo bachein, aaj koi parna nahin. Sirf masti, games?' She grinned at them to which they cheered. 'And sab ladkiyan, kal hum bahar jayenge dance classes ke liye. Tayaar rehna, apne ghungroo maath bhoolna' She reminded them.

'Bhai' Called Ayaan as he came running towards the yard, panting. Asad looked up from his papers,

'Take these inside' He told his assistant, 'Baad mein dikha dena, aur agli baar teek se samjhana' He nodded at him before glaring at Ayaan, 'Yeh ghai ki taara beh beh kyun kar rahe ho' He mocked,

'Bhai, ghai meh meh nahi karte…' His voice faded seeing Asad's sharp expressions, 'Woh, Bhai… Phirse na aya' He replied meekly trying to avoid Asad's glare. Asad stood up from his seat brushing his hair back,

'Lagta hai, kudh uss ghade ko ek baar milna parega. Humesha… woh kya kehte hain, collar wale bewafadar kutta rahe isiliye teen teen mauka de chuke hain yeh teen saal mein, iss baar na karke acha nahi kiya' He shook his head, 'Blank cheque ke baare mein toh bataya na?' He asked facing Ayaan.

'Jee Bhai… Woh laalchi khargosh toh maan gaya tha lekin keh rahe the ki woh inke naam pe nahi the' He replied.

'Kiska naam pe hai?' He raised his eyebrow.

'Pata nahi Bhai, koi teacherni… uski koi rishtedaar' He said confused.

'Pata kar lo!' He ordered throwing the cheque book at him and walking inside, 'Oi chote, cha mere room mein lekar aa' He shouted shooting one of the flower pots on his way into the house.

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