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Hello . Namaste .
In My Sheher of Drabbles . These Drabbles will be a series of ManYa and their Kismat Konnection . It'll start with the ceremonies held before marriage and ultimately end with RaRa's marriage . The order of rituals is a complete mess , so do pardon me .
How Kismat plays with ManYa , to bring them closer . Progressively .
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Drabble - 1 (Haldi) The Ignition
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It was a futile quest , she thought to herself . Maybe destiny was inclined towards favoring Uma . Maybe it was for his best , maybe .
The walk back home was the hardest , knowing that there would be no looking back . It was painful , but she had to let go , he didn't love her , perhaps .
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Meanwhile , a lone heart ached . He was falling, falling, falling. Every passing second, every passing minute, every passing hour, every passing day, every passing week, every passing month- he was falling for her. Faster. Deeper. Harder. But all he could do was morph it into anger , for he was sure , she was playing with him , his emotions .
"Mantu , Hum Jaa Rahein Hain" Uma yelled .
"Hmm.."
For him , Uma was family , his sole well wisher , in a world he couldn't call his own . And if she said Amaaya was playing with him , she probably was right .
He looked at the watch she had just returned , was there not an iota of love in those eyes his heart questioned . His brain shunned the any such doubt .
There was no Amaaya for him hereon . All she knew was how to use people for her benefit , how to toy with them . He was done with her , he promised himself .
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Until , one fine day , Kismat decided to play with the strings of their hearts ..
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'Amaaya , Rachi ki haldi aa gayi hai naa?' Sneha asked tensed .
'Nahi Ma'
'Amu , unke ghar jao aur jaldi lekar aao'
Amaaya wasn't too happy with the proceedings of this marriage . Although she did know that Rama was indeed the ideal suitor for her sister . It was happening way too soon .
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Rama's House
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Amaaya wondered how Rachita would ever fit into the Gupta household . Their house was a horrendous mess , everything was so chaotic . Among the hundreds of people hustling , she spotted Rama .
She finally managed to cross the hundreds of people who had unceremoniously decided to volunteer .
"Rama , Rachi Di Ki Haldi Kahaan Hai?"
"Amaaya abhi tak nahi pahunchi kya?" A startled Rama asked .
"Nahi"
"Woh Third Room Hai Naa , Corner mein , uske andar jaate hi , right side mein ek almaari dikhegi , uske baaju mein ek table hai , uske upar ek shelf rakhi hai wahan hai"
Amaaya , smiled . Destiny does plan everything meticulously , she thought . Rama and Rachi were perfect for each other . Only if ...
She sighed .
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As she entered the room , she felt his presence . She was determined not to succumb to her desire . She had to move on , MOVE ON .
The shelf was at a height , so she grabbed a chair .
As she stood , she realized it was hard for her to maintain her balance ,she reached for the tray with the haldi anyway , and that's when she lost her balance .
She closed her eyes , expecting her body to feel the hard floor any moment instead she felt a strong hand grip her , she knew who it was . Why was destiny so cruel ? Why couldn't she ever live in peace ?
She opened her eyes only to see Mantu holding her . His eyes spoke volumes , but his words didn't and that's what hurt her the most .
Their eyes speaking their own language . Their hearts in perfect symphony yet their thoughts so contradictory .
He steadied her . "Tum apna circus band karo , main kar loonga"
He got the kalash with the haldi for her . Just then some carpenters entered , accidentally pushing Amaaya towards Mantu . She fell right into his arms , the sudden jerk caused a little of the haldi to splurt on their faces , the contact of their faces only broadening the mark of the haldi.
She moved back instantly . Without uttering a word , took the haldi and left .
"Ho Kya Raha Hai Humaare Saath" Mantu said aloud .
Rama entered just then "Amaaya Haldi le Gayi Kya?"
"Haan" Mantu said , getting a grip on himself.
"Tumhaare chehre pe haldi? Kaise?" Rama asked suddenly interested .
"Pata Nahi"
"Oh.. Tumhein pata nahi hai kya? Jiske chehre pe bhi haldi lagta hai .. Uske Zindagi Mein Jaldi Koi Bohot Pyaar Karne wali Aayegi . Mubarak Ho , Mantu"
"Bakwaas Hai Sab . Koi Pyaar Vyaar Nahi Hoga Kisiko Humse"
"Maine Kaha Hai , Zaroor Hoga" Rama said confidently .
Mantu left . Yet Somewhere hope lingered in his heart .
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Kismat - 1 ManYa -0
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The spark was only ignited . Now it was to burn.
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Drabble 2 - Mehendi (Coming Soon)
In My Sheher of Drabbles . These Drabbles will be a series of ManYa and their Kismat Konnection . It'll start with the ceremonies held before marriage and ultimately end with RaRa's marriage . The order of rituals is a complete mess , so do pardon me .
How Kismat plays with ManYa , to bring them closer . Progressively .
-----------
Drabble - 1 (Haldi) The Ignition
------------
It was a futile quest , she thought to herself . Maybe destiny was inclined towards favoring Uma . Maybe it was for his best , maybe .
The walk back home was the hardest , knowing that there would be no looking back . It was painful , but she had to let go , he didn't love her , perhaps .
-------
Meanwhile , a lone heart ached . He was falling, falling, falling. Every passing second, every passing minute, every passing hour, every passing day, every passing week, every passing month- he was falling for her. Faster. Deeper. Harder. But all he could do was morph it into anger , for he was sure , she was playing with him , his emotions .
"Mantu , Hum Jaa Rahein Hain" Uma yelled .
"Hmm.."
For him , Uma was family , his sole well wisher , in a world he couldn't call his own . And if she said Amaaya was playing with him , she probably was right .
He looked at the watch she had just returned , was there not an iota of love in those eyes his heart questioned . His brain shunned the any such doubt .
There was no Amaaya for him hereon . All she knew was how to use people for her benefit , how to toy with them . He was done with her , he promised himself .
-------------------------
Until , one fine day , Kismat decided to play with the strings of their hearts ..
---------------
'Amaaya , Rachi ki haldi aa gayi hai naa?' Sneha asked tensed .
'Nahi Ma'
'Amu , unke ghar jao aur jaldi lekar aao'
Amaaya wasn't too happy with the proceedings of this marriage . Although she did know that Rama was indeed the ideal suitor for her sister . It was happening way too soon .
-------------------------------
Rama's House
-----------------------------
Amaaya wondered how Rachita would ever fit into the Gupta household . Their house was a horrendous mess , everything was so chaotic . Among the hundreds of people hustling , she spotted Rama .
She finally managed to cross the hundreds of people who had unceremoniously decided to volunteer .
"Rama , Rachi Di Ki Haldi Kahaan Hai?"
"Amaaya abhi tak nahi pahunchi kya?" A startled Rama asked .
"Nahi"
"Woh Third Room Hai Naa , Corner mein , uske andar jaate hi , right side mein ek almaari dikhegi , uske baaju mein ek table hai , uske upar ek shelf rakhi hai wahan hai"
Amaaya , smiled . Destiny does plan everything meticulously , she thought . Rama and Rachi were perfect for each other . Only if ...
She sighed .
-----------------------
As she entered the room , she felt his presence . She was determined not to succumb to her desire . She had to move on , MOVE ON .
The shelf was at a height , so she grabbed a chair .
As she stood , she realized it was hard for her to maintain her balance ,she reached for the tray with the haldi anyway , and that's when she lost her balance .
She closed her eyes , expecting her body to feel the hard floor any moment instead she felt a strong hand grip her , she knew who it was . Why was destiny so cruel ? Why couldn't she ever live in peace ?
She opened her eyes only to see Mantu holding her . His eyes spoke volumes , but his words didn't and that's what hurt her the most .
Their eyes speaking their own language . Their hearts in perfect symphony yet their thoughts so contradictory .
He steadied her . "Tum apna circus band karo , main kar loonga"
He got the kalash with the haldi for her . Just then some carpenters entered , accidentally pushing Amaaya towards Mantu . She fell right into his arms , the sudden jerk caused a little of the haldi to splurt on their faces , the contact of their faces only broadening the mark of the haldi.
She moved back instantly . Without uttering a word , took the haldi and left .
"Ho Kya Raha Hai Humaare Saath" Mantu said aloud .
Rama entered just then "Amaaya Haldi le Gayi Kya?"
"Haan" Mantu said , getting a grip on himself.
"Tumhaare chehre pe haldi? Kaise?" Rama asked suddenly interested .
"Pata Nahi"
"Oh.. Tumhein pata nahi hai kya? Jiske chehre pe bhi haldi lagta hai .. Uske Zindagi Mein Jaldi Koi Bohot Pyaar Karne wali Aayegi . Mubarak Ho , Mantu"
"Bakwaas Hai Sab . Koi Pyaar Vyaar Nahi Hoga Kisiko Humse"
"Maine Kaha Hai , Zaroor Hoga" Rama said confidently .
Mantu left . Yet Somewhere hope lingered in his heart .
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Kismat - 1 ManYa -0
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The spark was only ignited . Now it was to burn.
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Drabble 2 - Mehendi (Coming Soon)
