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Hi everyone...writing an FF after a long time. Since I am a fan of Ragini (Tejaswi in particular)...I am writing this keeping her as the main character. The main characters are the same in the serial only the time frame is different. Music is an important part of this story.
PROLOGUE
Mumbai, 2016
India Times (imaginary newspaper)
Ms Raagini, the music sensation is giving her first public interview this evening. She had achieved unimaginable success in the field of music, both commercial and critical, over the past 2 years. Her first two albums "SAAZ" and "SUR NA SAJE" gave her back to back success, apart from playback singing in various Hindi films. She had won a number of awards to her credit, and all these just at the age of 26 years. She is presently back with her new album "SWARAGINI", and it has been projected that this album shall break all previous records. It is in context of this album tat she is giving her first interview on a leading music channel on satellite television.
Courtesy - news agency
She slowly put down the newspaper, staring at the lonely Palm tree outside her residence. She had achieved fame, money, critical acclaim...and everything that a 26 year old could dream of...BUT after losing too many things. Today she was probably as lonely as that tree. The tears had dried up. What had remained was a pain deep down in her heart. She had never been satisfied with anything...none of her songs...she felt that something was missing...was it the "SWARA" or was it the "RAAGINI"?...the answer was unknown.
Kolkata,2016
He read the newspaper. She still looked the same, as 5 years back...though prettier and seemingly more mature. He wanted to reach out to her instantly. His guilt stopped him...as it had been doing so for the past 2 years, since he came to know about her whereabouts. Her voice still rang in his ears...that cursed day which changed everything... "Lakshya believe me, I did not do this, I cannot do this"..."Is there nobody in the house who can really trust me?"...How he wished that he had listened this heart and not his head on that fateful day...oh how he wished...it was too late now...or perhaps it wasn't.
To be Contd.
Note : This is an original work of fiction meant for IF. Copying and pasting this work without permission will amount to plagiarism
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