FF: KISMET (Chp 4 on pg 4)

Chp 1

Like every day, she woke up at 7, bathed washed and rinsed herself. Then she headed off to the kitched to prepare her husband's breakfast and his tiffin. At 8 am, she prepared the table for breakfast and headed to the bedroom to wake him up. By 9 am, her husband was ready to leave for office, he bade her goodbye picked up his tiffin bag and rest of his requirements for office and exited the house. Pratigya cleaned the table, picked up the dirty dishes and headed to the kitchen, after which she moved onto her daily chores of scrubbing, cleaning, dusting and washing. By 11 am she hd finished everything and tired to the core she seated herself on the sofa switched on the tv. There were commercials going on, one of them caught her eye, it was a beauty cream ad. She got up and walked to d mirror. The mirror reflected her reflection, reflection of a scarred face which no beauty cream cud repair.

Meet pratigya, the eldest daughter of sham and naina saxena. A normal school going girl with dreams and aspirations like many others,living in a small corner of Allahabad. But when she was 12 yrs old terrible accident changed her life forever. Working in the chemistry lab, she accidently knocked over a bottle of acid from a higher shelf. The bottle whose lid had not been put properly by some careless fool, toppled, rolled and leaked its contents. It a matter of seconds, half the bottle's contents fell over her face. In a matter of seconds, her world changed. The doctor at the hospital said that half of her face wasn't that burned as the other but retrieving her other half burned face wud be impossible unless she undergoes plastic surgery. Her father being a middle class man with barely being able to make ends meet, cudnt afford plastic surgery. He now had to live with the fact that his daughter was ugly for life. Unable to bear seeing that ugly face, pratigya refused to continue going to school. She cudnt bear other staring and laughing at her face. She sat in her room crying for weeks. Even she managed to give nainaji competition with her tears. Thus, her education stopped in d middle. Sitting idle at home, she helped her mother around the house and learned quick the arts of cooking, stiching and running the house. Soon. Time flied past and she approached her 19^th year. Her parents rushed around to frnds and relatives to find a match for her. The earlier she gets married off the lesser tension for them. But there attempts were fruitless. No one seemed to be interested in marrying pratigya bcse of her face. Several ppl rejected her on her face with comments like ' u expect us to ruin our son's life by marrying her" " she'..u expect her to be married to our son"'etc. Well years and tension increased. Nainaji cried herself to sleep every night worried about her daughter's future. What will happen to her after they are gone. But just before pratigya's 22^nd birthday, her life changed. Among the various families that visited them to see pratigya, one among them agreed. A boy who hd come from Mumbai with his mother in search of a bride agreed to marry her. His mother scolded him for his decision but the boy was adamant. He wanted a quick wedding as he needed to return to his job soon. So within one month all the rituals and ceremonies were complete and pratigya was married off and packed off to Mumbai. For the past 1 yr she lived in a loveless marriage with this person. But the problem wasn't that he was bad or didn't treat her well. It was just that she hadn't been able to love him or adjust to her new environment. She lived a routine life, fulfilling all her duties. She felt a robot working morning to night work, work work. Her husband didn't have any problem with her working but it was just that as she had left her studies in between, getting a well paying job was difficult. She didn't want to work menial jobs as it affected her self respect so she opted to stay home. So her life started at 7 in d morning and ended at 10 in d night. A boring life'but wat else cud she expect with her fate sealed. She had no other choice then to live this life or did she?

Will she be able to discover love?? Will she fall in love with her husband?? Will her life change for the good??? Or is fate so bad that she will suffer for the rest of her life??😊😊😊

To know,continue reading " Kismet"

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I like the concept of your new ff.It was a very nice chp.Can't wait to see how your ff progresses.Looking forward to the next chp😊

Chp 2

She raised her finger's and touched the dreaded burnt skin, tear escaping from d corner of her eye. She turned and walked away unable to bear seeing the dredged sight. As she was walking back into the kitchen, the door bell rang. She went and pulled the door open. Out stood their nosy neighbour Mrs Chaada with a empty bowl. A sweet smile on her face, which she usually gave wen she wanted to borrow things or ask for help.

C: good morning Mrs ….

P: pratigya….Mrs Chadda my name is pratigya…plz call me that

C: ok….pratigya….can I have some tea powder???....it seems Mr Chaada managed to gulp down my this months stock. (sweet smile)

P: yes….i'll get it…one minute

Pratigya turned to the kitchen.

C: while u r at it….bring some sugar and elaichi also

P: hmmm

Bringing the required, she put it in Mrs chadda's hand. Mrs chadda turned to leave then turned back inquisitively.

C: I heard u finished one year of yr marriage??

P: yes….tomorrow is our anniversary

C(excited): hw will u celebrate it…..afterall its yr first uknow

P: not decided

C: u shud think…..maybe go out for candlenight dinner at that new place…..wats its name now???....ya lovers dine at colossal street…

P: we'll think abt it …thank u

C(taunt): oh….i compleately forgot….sorry na….u ppl cant afford such an expensive place no…..u know every one is not so well off like my Chaddaji…

P: yes Mrs chadda…..i'll talk to my husband…

C: so pratigya….wat else…u know u can tell me…I can keep secrets u know ("as if " pratz thought)…..hws yr relationship progressing…..any good news in the coming days???

P: if there is anything I will tell u…..can I now take yr leave.

C(irritated): ya…ya…don't want to talk…u cud hv told me…I wud hv gone before only ….wundnt hv wasted yr precious time sorry....chalo bye shy

She went off with her nose high in the air and pratigya heaved relief. This nosy lady wanted to know abt everyone and then gossip abtt it to every other person. He husband was a small scale business man and use to earn more than enough. She loved boasting abt it to all her neighbours especially pratigya, whose husband use to work in a small firm and earn a meager income. The income was enough to live but without comfort. Movies in the cinemas were quite few, food outdoors avoided as her husband felt that it was unhygienic, they owned a old model of a scooter which required kicking to be started at every signal, luxuries like a/c were unaffordable. The only electronics they had was a second hand tv and a small fridge taken on installments. Half the income went to his mother who use to live with a ailing husband, whose monthly medicine requirements drained him dry. Living a poor mans life, she was the subject of taunts of the whole society. Their financial conditions refuse to improve, and pratigya had to hold back on spending so that they don't fall short of money in the month end. Along with that chadda women they were several other nosy folks around who poked into her life more than required. Mrs Chadda's best frnd, a Mrs ghosh was another pest who was always found at other ppl's house. These two ladies scratched the gossip out of every small news and spread idiotiv rumours around.

At the very next minute, the door bell rang again. Pratigya pulled the door and Mrs Ghosh without invitation walked in sat on the sofa and fanned her self.

G: gosh….this heat. Its going to kill me…dear can I hv some water?

P: one minute

She returned with a glass of water which mrs ghosh gulped down.

G: this lift..it hs stopped working again…do u mind if I sit here, I cant climb all those stairs

P(unwillingly): sure

G: so sweet of u…dear a little tea perhaps…u know I'm so tired all that shopping…gives me the creeps

P: so y do u go shopping???

G: dear wat can I do…all my frnds forced me to go…u know kitty party and stuff…..oh I'm sorry…hw wud u know abt kitty parties…u hv never been to these high society events…...hw silly of me

P: hmm

G: so wat else…..milly (Mrs Chadda) was telling me u hv yr 1^st anniversary coming

P: yes…tomorrow

G: oh how nice….i remember my first…my dear husband had taken me to a movie and a romantic dinner and u know the stuff right…..wat r yr plans??

P: no decided

G: oh hw sad….looks like yr husband cant afford to take u out…afterall its d month end….money problems right…hw sad

P: Mrs Ghosh I need to make lunch

G: oh yes dear…me and my chitter chatter…go make it…i'll just rest here …u mind if I watch tv dear

P: no

G: good (taking the remote and switching to some soap opera)

Pratigya headed to the kitchen to make lunch.

In the evening, her husband (keep guessing who it is😆) returned from work and they settled for dinner.

Husband (H): d curry is cooked well

P: thanks……………….urm…i..(looked up)…tomorrow is u know..

H: wat??...anything special tomorrow??

P: well….no…not that special

H: then its ok….i hv lots of work…I will need to do overtime..too much pending work u know….so wat were u saying

P; nothing…(a tiny tear rolled down)

H: I cant hv more….pratigya can u find that headache tablet…I hv a bad headache

P: ok (trying to control her tears)

He headed to the bedroom leaving pratigya to clean the table. Pratigya put her head down a sobbed quietly. He didn't remember also.

The next day came and morning moved quickly with the usual pests of Mrs Chadda and Ghosh dropping in and going off. The afternoon arrived and brought with it a heat wave. Exhausted from working in the hot kitchen, pratz walked out and sat fanning herself.

P: so hot…I' going to die…thank god he (husband) is coming late..i wont hv to worry abt making dinner or lunch for him. Just abt to catch a few winks, when the door bell sprang to life. Pratigya got up irritated, deciding mentally that if its that 2 pest of a women again she will boil them alive. But the person outside was some1 else. Dressed as a smart salesman with a juice bottle in his hand, the person gave a friendly smile "hello….i'm from….."

P: no thanks not interested….

Man: but listen….i just came…

P: I said no…I'm not interested..

Saying this she banged the door on his face and walked off.

The person turned offended and headed down the steps. Mrs Chadda peeped from her door, giggling in excitement. "a strange man at a alone women's door in the afternoon….hw gossipy is it".

Will pratigya's husband remember their anniversary?? Will he give her a surprise?? Will Mrs Chadda succeed in spreading a false rumour??? Is the unknown stranger a important character or is he a invalid person??

To know,continue reading " Kismet"

Originally posted by: arine

That was a really nice chap.Mrs chadda and ghosh are really annoying.But why dont you reveal who's prats husband and who's the stranger?Ohh i m dying to know that .Pls pls update soon.👍🏼