Jeeta Hoon Main Tere Liye..(New FF)-pt 2 pg 4

Hi all u lovely ppl

I know u must rubbing ur eyes over and over again...Show not even begun and an FF begins....It is ridiculous...pata hain...

Magar main kya karti...mujhse raha nahi gaya....I wanted to begin an FF immediately and be crowned the fastest FF beginner....chalo atleast read the prologue and tell me would you ahve me continue with this or do you want sum funny and comical FF

Choice is all urs...


PROLOGUE

"Deewane toh tumhare hazaron honge
Main yeh nahi kahoonga ke-" koi mujhsa nahin"....
Yeh dil dhadkta toh hain....
Yeh zaroor kahoonga ke tumhare siva kisi aur ke liye nahin....."


A heavy downpour drenched her...seeping through her soft black hair and right through her delicately sequinned baby pink chudidaar. Her pretty pink and white slippers were getting outlined with a faint tinge of red....

She could see the stream of a dark red blending with the water, mercilessly pouring forth with no stoppage....

His white tee-shirt was soaked in red........Red for Love...........Red for blood...

Her heart muffled a beat....no that couldn't have happened....

She refused to let the reality before her sink in...

"Anurag!!!!" she screamed with her greatest might hoping that he heard her anguish....

He lay there bleeding, torn and lost....Her knees folded and she fell to the ground two feet away from him....

The rain washed.............Her tears.........His blood....

The identifier of her tears even in the heaviest of downpours lay there...his blood getting more and more unidentifiable in the fury of the rain.......

love
Pallo

Oye comments zaroor dena

kudos pallo

nice concept dear.........do PM me wen u update it

Pallo,Great beginning!...I'm looking forward to it!

Hey nyc yaar...so u guys won't mind If I cook up my own characters which maybe totally diff from the serial?

I mean apart from the existence of a mysterious robindro...I dunno anyone else of the cast...

sweety thats what fan fiction is all about

hey pallo awesome yara

HI gals...

my first part...steaming and ready to be served.
But I am not promising u sumthing sweet..on the contrary b ready for shocking taste of the recipe...


PART 1
She had stood there watching Anuraag play with the boys...he was standing amidst the 7 yr olds....enjoying the admiration he was receiving for his stunning batsman skills....

"Sixer!"

The boys crowed around Anurag in awe.....He enjoyed it...thoroughly enjoyed every bit of attention he was receiving.

They had all run off hearing the car enter the bungalow grounds. Taani saw her papa come out...

She ran to him and hugged his legs...the maximum her 5yr old frame could reach up to. He scooped her up and kissed her warmly. She was his angel.

"So Taani beta how was school?" he asked her gently.

"We learnt about fruits...today" she whimpered. Her attention was focused on the boy who had just rum out of the grounds.

"So...which is your favorite fruit?" he had cuddled his daughter closer to his chest. He felt a pride unleashing within him hearing her flawless english sentence. Taani was a brilliant child....

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"Ladkiyaan game mein allowed nahi hain..." Anurag had arrogantly pushed her aside.

"Anurag magar mujhe tumhare saath khelna hain..." she felt tears welling up...

"Ladkiyaan..khel nahin sakti hain....sirf ro sakti hain..." he ruthlessly laughed at her tears....

That night after the group of boys had dispersed as usual due to Taani's Papa's arrival....she sat on his lap while he watched T.V

"Papa...I want a cricket bat..."

He had been surprised..." Taani beta...I will get you a Barbie Doll with Make up set..." he smiled at her.

"Papa...please mujhe cricket bat and ball chahiye...aur cap bhi..." she had insisted.

Her father had at first tried convincing her but then succumbed to her demands. An hour later the delivery was made from sports emporium. She hugged the bat and ball.

She made the manservant of the house "Ajay Kaka" ball for her while she practised to weild the heavy bat. Their practice session were hushed and carried out only when Ajay's daily chores were over. Ajay had been in the house as a help after his father passed away serving this household.

Taani had confronted Anurag two weeks after her previous encounter. She was holding her bat...and wearing the cap. A mere 5 yr old she looked pretty determined to outshine all the boys at their own sport.

"Tum phir se aa gayi? Aur yeh bat kiska hain?" Anurag authoritatively asked.

"Main tumhare saath kheloongi...." she flatly told him.

"Nahin...hum tumhare saath nahin khelenge..." he was stubborn.

"Yeh mera ghar hain...." she threw at him.

The boys looked at her unsurely. Yes they had been sneaking into the bungalow grounds and playing cricket....and they didn't want to be punished...and they wanted to play....

"Anurag isse khelne do.." Robindro had yelled holding the ball.

Anurag had fumed and let her take his place with the bat in her hand. Robindro positioned himself and pitched the ball carefully....They had all waited for her to miss...but all their mouths sagged in wonder....

"SIXER!"

Her eyes sought Anurag at the far end of the ground....waiting in bated breath for his approval.

He had walked upto her and generously bestowed upon her a smile..."Tum hamare saath khel saakti ho.."

She was delighted!

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She held Anurag's hand and dragged him upstairs to her room. Her father had permitted her to bring him to the house whenever she wanted.

"Taani...tumhare paas scissors hain?"

She had searched her cupboard and unearthed the unused scissors...

"Anurag tum kay kar rahe ho?" she had protested.

He held her pigtail in one hand and scissors in the other hand.

"Taani...tum ladkiyon ke tarah behave mat karo.." he had told her in his controlling 12yr voice.

That had shut her up. She never wanted to be a 'Ladki'...no she wanted to always be with Anurag.

She felt the cold steel of the scissors snip off her pigtails. She had loved her hair. It was cut in Kat's style in the movie' Singh is king'. It was compulsary that they tamed their hair in pigtails and go to school. She saw the black mass rolling off her shoulder to the ground. Her 10 yr old heart ached to see it strewn across the floor....She looked at Anurag.

She saw the appreciative look in his eyes...and the pain of losing her hair had faded away temporarily.

"Tum ro rahi ho?" he demamned with astonishment.

"Nahin toh...." she retorted too quickly but, he was satisfied.

He had flipped through the pages of her notebooks , commented on her toys and laughed at her large collection of comics. After that he had gone.

Taani stood in middle of the black pool. She felt tears threatening to slide down her cheeks but she brushed them away.

His words were too fresh in her memory...

"Ladkiyaan..khel nahin sakti hain....sirf ro sakti hain..."

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How was it?

nice start dear and continue it