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Krishi

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Posted: 15 years ago

Hay guys,

I am undergoing an extremely tough period in life so as a kind of stress relief I thought I will write again. Actually I thought I will try out Rishtha once again. Hope I have your support and hope I can write a wonderful fan-fic… This time not much thamasha but simple and nice.

Love,

Krishi

This story is about the relationship between several people. Their difficulties in life, their difficulties in mannageing such compliex relationships and most importantly manangeing them selves. Mainly it is about Mukti Khanna, Angad Khanna, Kripa Dhikshith Arman Malik, Ridhima Guptha and Prem Yudi Sharma. So travel along with these yongsters in their journy of life and a jounry of relationships.

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The sun was just cracking through the horizon when Mumbai got into life, paper wallas gathering papers for delivery. Duud walas pilling up the milk to distribute it to wives who would slowly open their eyes and manny vendars were also stacking up their goods for sale. Some athleats were tying their shoes for a nice jog or walk in the early morning, tea vendars were pouring hot boiling tea into vessels to sell to these people. In a large manssion servents were waking up and getting ready for the day, cleaning the cars, cutting the flowers, pulling away the curtains, cleaning the mess from the previous nights press meeting or makeing tea or coffee for the residents of the home. One servent took out a small brown colour plastic tray with golden boarders and placed a small white flower vase in it. Inside the vase he took some small red and yellow flowers, finally a mug of piping hot black coffee with a bowl of thick milk and shugar saparately with a spoon to stir the drink. Going up two floors he knocked on a door and slowly entered the room. The room itself was quiet large with a saparate section of cuboards filled with books and C.D's from top to bottom. It also had a study table with cuboards on top holding notebooks and other files a laptop at one cornor of the space given to work. A few folders and some stationary items as well, on the left side of the study table was another small table set up with the printer. The right side of the study area had some draws that were at the moment closed.

There was a bed in the other side of the room, beyond the curtains dark maroon that had temperorily shut out the sunlight. It was certainly slept in but now empty. It had a lilac cover spread on it with a dark yellow comferter with lilac patterns on it, there were several custions lilac and yellow with lilac printed one's at the moment scattered a bit. Near the bed was a small cuboard on which was a tellephone, some paper, a pen, a night lamp and a book. Placeing the coffee on top of the night stand he began setting the bed right, just as he finnished with the custions the sound of a door opening caught his attention. Above the bed in a space given was a mobile phone placed on the charger, a cute white teady bare that said 'I love you', a group photo of a small girl with her parents and some aromatic candles. On the other end of the bed was a similar small cuboard, it had a glass and a small transperent jug of watter. This cuboard was left open and had few story books and magazines for reading at night. Just as he replaced the book in it's appropriate place the sound of a door opening caught his attention.

Standing near the bathroom door was a girl dressed in casual dark brown track pants and a yellow t-shirt, her short hair pulled into a pony tail, brown highlights naturally falling down to their place. Her eyes were large and had a captivating sense about them that made people look twise. Her skin had a good complextion making her look nice all together. Seeing the girl he , "Good morning Mukti ma'am. Your coffee, aap brakefast ke liye kya lenge?"

Mukti Khanna is currently a twelth standard student who is the class topper. She studies well and works hard in life, she wants to be a docter. Speifically, she wants to work as a 'cancer' specialist for children. Her mother and father died in an accident when she was very small, an incident that ended up scarring her for life, emotionally. She is raised by her father's elder brother and his wife (that is in paper being her gaurdians) along with a house-mannager who acts as a bridge between Mukti and her guardians.

"Good morning." she added with a big smile and thought for a moment before replying, "A glass of cold chocolate milk, an egg with some tomato, onians, chease, carrots and a little extra chilli. Couple of slizes bread by eight, sharp."

"Yes ma'am. Lunch?" he took down her order "I'll be takeing it outside today."

"Yes ma'am, have a nice day." he stepped out of the room, Mukti added the amount of milk and shugar she wanted with her coffee and went out of the balcony. The sun was just comming out and it looked beautyful and refreshing as she sipped her coffee sitting down on the chair. She had a clear view of the sea from this point. No matter how hectic a day she knew she would face soon these ten minutes in her life was something she never gave up. This and the thirty minute running at the beach every single day morning. Half way through her cup of coffee the beeping of her mobile caught her attention, she did not see what it was till she finnished the drink. It was just another 'good morning' sms.

Just as she returned from the run she nearly bumped into a man dressed in white tennis shorts and a white t-shirt, a tennis racket in his hand. His socks and tennis shoes were bright and clean just like his wrist bands, creating a very proffestional atmosphear around him. He was ot the kind of man anyone would not really take a second look at but speaking to him there was no one who would fall for his charm, "Karthick good morning."

Karthick Khanna is currently the M.D of - one Khanna industries several bussiness since he just compleated his MBA. He is smart, a good leader, funny and very charming - he has understood and proved that one day he will be able to burden the Khanna industries responsibility very well. He is a very caring brother to his siblings along with a strict person, disipline is his way of life but that never stops him from enjoying.

"Good morning?" he replied giving a frown, Mukti laughed and wrapped her arm around his neck, he returned the gesture, "Good morning! Kush?"

"Bahoth kush, abhi jogin karke aa rahi ho?" she pulled out, "Haan, aur aap ab thak tennis ke liye nikal rahe hai? Mishti tho vahan pahonch gayi hogi."

"Bas nikal raha hoon sweet heart. See you around." Mukti stood and waved till Karthick rode of in his cycle to the tennis court fifteen minnutes away. He felt the great wind on his hair and always loved this, starting every day with a game of tennis. It helped him keep fit and he could have lots of fun at the start of the day it self. Pulling over near another (ladies) cycle, releaved he was right on time, a girl was just getting of the cycle dressed in a white short skirt and a navy blue t-shirt a tennis racket over her shoulder. Her hair was clipped out of the way, the clear but oliv skin and a very fit body was something manny men were known to die for, she too wore clean and neat shoes and write bands. Another proffestional was the first impression anyone would have of her.

"Good morning Mishti." Karthick wished her happlily.

Mishti Boseis the brain behind a fashion company that caters to a different market all together. They go beyond the lines of mere clothes, makeup or jewelry - they give the entire package. She worked as the in charge of a large line of fashion consultants. Teams who created a new look and personality for people with their connections, networks but most importantly their front seat view of the fashion world.

Mishti's eyes sparkled as she saw the man who was her morning tennis apponent, "Good morning Karthick, game ke liye thiyar ho?"

"More than come on!" they started warming up in silence, the game of thirty minutes was always spent in silence between them. Comfertable and nice with out the presure of winning but just a sportive game at the begining of the day. At the end when they were leaning on their cycles and drank herbal juice from a vendar was when they spoke agin, "Uncle aur aunty se baath hui?"

"Han hui thi kal raath, mom phir se shuru hogayi Karthick. Lagtha hai ghar walon ko hmare baare batha dena chahiye." he took a deep breath and nodded, "Main bhi yehi soch raha tha, mom se bhi presure aane laga hai. We have been together for nearly two years Misthti."

"I'm scared though, patha nahi kaise react karenge." she replied, "Tumhare ghar main sirf Mukti ko janthi hoon, aur kisi se aab thak mili nahi."

"Aur main aab thak tumhare parents ko ek baar bhi nahi mila hoon." he replied, "Vo isi liye hai kyunki vo dono Singapore main hai, you have an excuse."

Karthick smiled at her statement, "True love, aaj dinner main mom aur dad se baath kartha hoon."

"Great, aur main mum aur dad se bhi baath karthi hoon. Let's hope for the best." he kissed her forhead lightly and hugged her. After finnishing their drinks both of them went on their own ways. Both thinking of how they was going to tell their parents about the person they had grown to love!

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Krishi

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Posted: 15 years ago

Karthick entered the Khanna mansion holding his newspaper when he heard some one talking on the phone exitedly. "Aare ofcource main aaungi, I won't miss it." He smiled and shook his head and sat down with the paper.

"Good morning bai." A girl dressed in a set of black baggy shorts and a yellow tank top came and hopped down near him on the couch and hugged him around the waist. She had a slightly dark complextion but it complimented her features which were quiet fluid and yet clear. Like Karthick not a girl anyone would take a second look at but certainly had a charm about her. Even though it was not even seven she was ready with full make up and jwellery on. "Good morning Anitha."

Anitha Khanna is the only daughter of Naina and Dhilip Khanna so she is quiet pampered by everyone incuding her brothers. She is a typical popular girl and not very 'high' on marks but makes it up with her creative talents and organizing skills. She is more into diets than anything else but a nice girl underneath all her airs and statements. She was currently in her first year of collage doing arts as no other subject could hold her down.

"So aaj ka news kya hai?" both of them read through the news papers together for another hour or so. "Aare waqth hogya, main naha jar aata hoon zara deklo ke agar mera brakefast thiyar hua ya nahi."

Anita went in the kitchen and asked the servent, "Kartick biya ke brakefast thyar hoaya?"

"Ma'am sirf juice ban hai." the cook replied, "Mai banathi hoon, yeah kiski brakefast tray hai?"

"Ji yeah Mukti ma'am ki hai. Use aaj school hai na, uske liye brakefast thode jaldi bana rahe the." the servent replied adding the onian to the eggs, "Ok Krthick ne... oh french toast aur herbal tea, main banadethi hoon."

"Thank you Anitha ma'am." the cook replied, "No problem."

Anitha got bussy plucking some fresh tulasi from the herb garden nearby and took out some cardamoms and some cloves. Using a small stone grinder she smashed them together and transfered the contents into a one cup tea influencer. Adding the tea powder and hot water she kept them aside and took a bowl and began mixing batter for french toast. Just as she began dropping the dipped bread slices on the frying pan Mukti walked in dressed in dark brown jeans with a cream sleeveless tops, she wore very light make up that only highlighted her features. The outfit was topped off by simple sandals. A black and grey shoulder bag large enough to hold her books was slung over her left shoulder, her right hand had a small blue gym bag was over her shoulder. On her left wrist was a simple yellow strapped watch with a black dial, along with it small gold ring like earrings were the only accessories she wore. "Good morning Antitha."

"Hay Mukti, good morning." Anitha replied and continued turning the toasts for Karthick. The cook also wished her a good morning and set the breakfast tray in front of her. She made a quick work of gulping down the food and washed down the drink, "By!"

"Mukti ma'am." Mukti turned around when the cook called her, "Aap ke lunch."

"Lekin maine tho..." the cook interrupted her, "Jaanti hoon ma'am isi liye sif ek light lunch bana kar pack kiya. Sal Paratha, achar aur dahi diya. Aur haan, sham zarur aap ke liye kuch bej dungi."

"Th-thank you." Mukti responded picking up the lunch bag the cook gave her and went out, Anitha who had just taken out the toasts from the pan turned to the cook angrily. "Tho aap isi liye bai ke khaana ke saath deer ho rahe the aaj. Kyunki aap Mukti ke liye lunch bana rahe the jaab usne mangi bhi nahi?"

"Nahi Anitha ma'am, Karthick sir ke orders aasan se bana sakthi thi main aur do minute main hojathi...." Hearing Anitha yell Karthick who just walked into the room asked her, "Kya hua gudiya."

"Biya aaj isne aap ke brakefast thiyar nahi raki kyunki vo Mukti ke liye lunch pack kar rahi thi. Vo lunch jisne Mukti ne mangi bhi nahi thi. Agar aap ko deer hogaye tho?" she argued Karthick smiled and first took a bite of the toast Anitha had set in front of him, "Hmmm too good. You made it na? Aur haan jaahan thak baath Mukti ki hai agar mera brakefast dus minute late hogaya tho kya baath hai, I asked for it only at eight thirty."

"Leking bai usne tho lunch magi bhi nahi." Anitha argued, "Tumhari brakefast kahan hai?"

"Conflakes bane main kithna waqth lagega." he nodded to the cook to fix her brakefast and pulled Anitha into a seat near him, "Anitha Mukti aab twelvth main hai, aur vo meals miss karna aford nahi kar sakti. Aur main tho office ja raha hoon tho vo lunch baad main bhi bej sakti hai. Inhone jo kiya sahi kiya Mukti ko lunch prepare karke."

"Teek hai bai, lekin phir bhi main yeah nahi maanthi ki hume Mukti ko ithni importance dena chahiye." Anitha replied angrily eating her food, "Aaliya, Mukti ke ma aur baap zinda nahi hai, zara socho ke loog kya hahenge agar use kuch hojatha tho? Apne beti nahi hai isi liya Mr. aur Mrs. Khanna uske kyal nahi rakthe. Kya tum yehi chahati ho ke koi mom aur dad ke baare main aise bathaye?"

"Nahi bai, I guss agar mom aur dad ko aise baaton se baccha diye jai tho vo extra attention teek hai."

"Good girl I knew you will understand, aab yeah batha tume hamare nayi product launch karne ke event main koi help chahiye kya?" he asked, "I mean resources wise, more man power, any strings you want me to pull?"

"Nahi nahi, everything is under control. Aabhi menu decide kar rahe the, these journalists give better reviews after a happy meal." Karthick nodded, "That is extreemly important for us, aur kuch chahiye tume, decorations main help?"

"Nahi vo baath mom sambal rahi hai, we re makeing sure that the theam fits everything." he nodded and touched Anitha's shoulder, "Tume nahi patha is kaam karke tum humare saar se kithne sare preasures nikal rahe ho."

"Don't worry bai everything is fine. You just go focus on the product." she hugged Karthick and set off for the day. Karthick too finnished his food and left grabbing his laptop from a servent on the way. This was a typical day in the Khanna mansion in the morning. Rushed goodbys and evern more hurried conversations in between.

Mauriya High

The school was a very large one with great technology and even larger kinds of provitions given to the students. It was giving out great success stories in various fields for years, it as also the school manny Khanna's had come out of since it was more than nearly a thousand years old. It was known most though for it's constant change with upcoming times. Students were comming in using various modes of transport, car, cycle and some students by scoters as well. On a red scooty with her bag in the space in front was Mukti, Her school id card hanging around her neck, as she drove through manny people waved to her wishing good morning, Responding to them she pulled over at a spot close to her classes. A group was siting on a bench, a mixed group of teenagers. Mukti walked up to them and gave high-fives to some of them, huging a few others. there was a smile, "So what's today's agenda?"

"More torcher, some learning and some games." a guy replied, "Ranjith dude come on, you know they can't be that bad."

"I guss your right, Mukti we need to hit the librery on the bio project." Ranjith comented, "Don't worry I've worked through my section I'll help you out."

"Hay thanks dude, your the best, patha nahi main kya karun. Any way come on let's go." A girl who stood there dressed in a simple skirt and tops inturupted her, "Hame bhi jaana hai, computer sicience ka project jo hai."

"All right, we will meet you in literature class." Another boy who was seated on top of the bench stepped down waveing to her and them the group, "I'll move on too basket ball kelne ke baad kuch nhai khaya."

"Hay Rajeeve can you grab some hot chocolate for me on the way back?" she asked, "Sure."

Takeing the money Mukti handed him he left them, when Mukti left for the librery. The librery of Mauria High was an extensive place with a good collection of books. Books that would always help the students get excelent marks if used properly. They were mostly the latest books, with information that was mostly up todate. There were several students studying hard for their projects or doing extensive research. Mukti and her gang sat down in one of the desks near the biology department and began going through the relevent books. They took extreemly extensive notes and even wrote pages and pages of information by hand. The children worked hard through the whole thing before the main bell suddenly rang. Mukti and the gang quickly packed up everything and went to their class and took their seats before the second bell. Textbooks and note pad's out, Mukti was on the front row right under the teacher's sight. Just after the second bell a teacher walked in holding a set of notes, dressed in a cotton blue cotton sari and a matching blouse walked in, part of her long hair is pinned up on top of her head. A clip matching the blue of the sari, along with matching blue bangles and a silver watch on the left wrist. On her neck was a simple silver chain but thick enough to be visible, a blue pendent again matching to the sari. Her make up was very mild and topped up by her very soft perfume. The way she wore her sari was neat and pinned up and not hanging like it did with other women. "Good morning class."

The students got up instantly and wished her, "Please be seated, all right class I have seen the status reports of all your projects. I have also replied to them. Please ensure that you follow my feedback and give me the proper response. I want the responses by the end of wednesday any technical problems come and speak to me first thing Thursday."

Once the students wrote it down she switched on the slid projecter after switching on the computer and shutting the curtains. "Shakspear."

An hour she gave them a lecture on the subject as the students wrote the notes. Except for the sound for the teachers' voice, students scratching on the paper and turning of paper. By the time she finnished the lecture the students were rubbing their wrists and some even touching upon their shoulder. The students had even marked upon certain pages carefully on the textbook and guide given to them using a pencil. "Lights on! All right class, that brings up any doubts you may have in the forum. Home work essay quistions shall be sent out by nextweek so be prepared. Block calenders if needed, Ms. Mukti Khanna please stay back for a few minues. I will write a note for you."

Once the students were out Mukti approched the teachers desk, "Yes ma'am?"

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Posted: 14 years ago

"Mukti this is regarding your previous assighnment." she replied, "Sampatha ma'am I really did my best."

Sampatha (Yashi) Basu is the wife of famous generalist and economist Anurag Basu. She works as a 11th and 12th English teacher in Mauria high. Apart from being free lance literature critic specializing in English books. She is very well known for being a critic and extremely respected in the world of class and literature.

"Mukti it was compleately refrerenced in the internet, ten percent of the marks are woth external research from books." Sampatha sighed, "I know ma'am but I'm really not into literature to read more than I need to, you have the wrong Khanna for that."

"I know, that is why I am not pushing you too hard for it, but there is something I wanted to talk to you about." Mukti sat down on the desk on Sampatha's hand movement, "You have the ability to turn technical terms to lay man terms in your essays. That is a great way of communicating it gives you the few extra marks you will need but certainly not enough to give you top marks in my class."

"I understand but it's not my priority at all. I'm sorry but I really need to do well in the medical exams to get into some good collage." she replied, "Use this technique you have, work on it will help you go a long way."

"Thank you." Sampatha detained Mukti for a moment longer, "What are your plans tommorow?"

"Have a test coming up." Sampatha nodded, "You can leave, take care."

"Yes ma'am." Mukti walked out of the class to attend the next class. Sampath continued with other classes giving them lectures and checking the response of the students in the 'forum'. At the end of the day she got into a red linea and drove down the road towards a beautiful mansion, it had a classical touch to it. The way the whole place was decorated with flowers, paper lamps and sit outs made it idle for several social occasions. A watchman rushed over and opened the door of the car as soon as Sampatha pulled over and took her bags, "Kamre main coffee serve karne ke liye kehedena."

"Ji madam ji." The house was decorated like the inside of a five star hotale with furniture from all over the world, each blending into another. Italian vaises, French sofa sets and a beautyful glass table in the center. The curtains were of a light colour giving a wonderful atmospher complimenting the various books set against the wall. Sampatha walked through them going to a master bedroom, it was not that well decorated but fair enough. The bed was quiet large enough to fit at leaste five people. It had a white bead spread over it along with a two pillow sets with a greyish cover, the comferter in the same colour. The walls were pale white and there was a silver gray table on either side of the bed with night lamps. One side was a balcony that streched out to a beautyful room, the other had a door to the bathroom and third door a walk in closet. It was clearly the least used room in the house, Sampatha picked out a simple short yellow kurtha with a blue pyjama's and duppata.

Half an hour latter she sat in the garden dressed the very dress holding a book in her had and coffee in another. A guy in a black rider jacket and a black helmet pulled over, his rolex watch and the platinum bracelet showed them selves from the position. His black cotton trousers jeans chains hanging from it, "Yes?"

The man pulled of the jacket, his sharp green eyes shone with a smile that charmed everyone. "Good evening ma'am I'm Aarman, Aarman Malik."

"Aap Dr. Jay Dheep Malik ke beta hai right?" Aarman nodded, "Yes ma'am your right I am Jay Dheep Malik's son aap ko maine do teen parties main deka hoon."

Aarman Malik he is the son of a famous doctor Jay Dheep Malik, a world famous surgeons who has worked with several experts in their field. He lost his mother in an accident. Since he was the only child his father took complete care of him but was always a bit busy for him. He too took an interest in the field and decided to become a doctor as well and is currently studying in collage.

"Your father as truely a man of great talent. Uska networks kaafi wide hai aur kaafi bussy insaan bhi hai." Sampatha replied, "Haan vo tho hai, actually I came over to drop some of the books my dad borrowed from you."

Aarman handed Sampatha a large set of boks, "Aah yes these books, thank you Mr. Malik."

"It is a pleasure ma'amm." he replied, "Aare yeah kya, kade kyun ho baito would you like to join me for a cup of coffee?"

"I would love to but there I'll be getting late." he replied, "Just coffee I won't hold you too long. How would you like your coffee?"

"Black with just a spoon of shugar ma'am, actually ma'am there is something I wanted to discuss with you." once he sat down, "Ma'am I read through some of the book. The charecters showed a lot of phycological explanations, the whole emotion of a patient and evrything. I wanted to know more about the phycology of the patients, actually dad ne kaha ke vo book bahoth achi thrara ek patient aur ek patient ke mentality ko dikatha hai."

"That's true, acutally tumhare dad ke thara docters ke liye vo book kaafi useful hai. It will help you understand the kind of emotional issues. the person will under go and act accordingly. It is an excelent training tool." Aarman took the coffee brought by the servent and took a gulp, "Actually main bhi medical collage main involved hoon. Isi liye socha ke aap se us book ke baare main..."

"I understand, why don't you do somehting there is this book I can recomend for you." they spoke for quiet some time before Aarman left the place. He drove his bike furhter down to a park where small children were playing and waved to a small girl there.

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Posted: 14 years ago

"Mukti this is regarding your previous assighnment." she replied, "Sampatha ma'am I really did my best."

Sampatha (Yashi) Basu is the wife of famous generalist and economist Anurag Basu. She works as a 11th and 12th English teacher in Mauria high. Apart from being free lance literature critic specializing in English books. She is very well known for being a critic and extremely respected in the world of class and literature.

"Mukti it was compleately refrerenced in the internet, ten percent of the marks are woth external research from books." Sampatha sighed, "I know ma'am but I'm really not into literature to read more than I need to, you have the wrong Khanna for that."

"I know, that is why I am not pushing you too hard for it, but there is something I wanted to talk to you about." Mukti sat down on the desk on Sampatha's hand movement, "You have the ability to turn technical terms to lay man terms in your essays. That is a great way of communicating it gives you the few extra marks you will need but certainly not enough to give you top marks in my class."

"I understand but it's not my priority at all. I'm sorry but I really need to do well in the medical exams to get into some good collage." she replied, "Use this technique you have, work on it will help you go a long way."

"Thank you." Sampatha detained Mukti for a moment longer, "What are your plans tommorow?"

"Have a test coming up." Sampatha nodded, "You can leave, take care."

"Yes ma'am." Mukti walked out of the class to attend the next class. Sampath continued with other classes giving them lectures and checking the response of the students in the 'forum'. At the end of the day she got into a red linea and drove down the road towards a beautiful mansion, it had a classical touch to it. The way the whole place was decorated with flowers, paper lamps and sit outs made it idle for several social occasions. A watchman rushed over and opened the door of the car as soon as Sampatha pulled over and took her bags, "Kamre main coffee serve karne ke liye kehedena."

"Ji madam ji." The house was decorated like the inside of a five star hotale with furniture from all over the world, each blending into another. Italian vaises, French sofa sets and a beautyful glass table in the center. The curtains were of a light colour giving a wonderful atmospher complimenting the various books set against the wall. Sampatha walked through them going to a master bedroom, it was not that well decorated but fair enough. The bed was quiet large enough to fit at leaste five people. It had a white bead spread over it along with a two pillow sets with a greyish cover, the comferter in the same colour. The walls were pale white and there was a silver gray table on either side of the bed with night lamps. One side was a balcony that streched out to a beautyful room, the other had a door to the bathroom and third door a walk in closet. It was clearly the least used room in the house, Sampatha picked out a simple short yellow kurtha with a blue pyjama's and duppata.

Half an hour latter she sat in the garden dressed the very dress holding a book in her had and coffee in another. A guy in a red bike wearing ablack biker jacket and a red helmet pulled over, his eyes were sharp with green and quiet rare. They had a beauty in them that attracted people towards him, magnetize people and at one point shake them completely.

Aarman Malik is the son of anesthesist Dr. Rajeev and also motherless, he was studying medical, spesifically targeting towards being a surgon. He was the kind of guy who was both affectionate and serious, with loads of love and affection. Basically a cool dude kinds but a very sweet and nice person.

Giving a dazzling smile he got of the bike and went towards Sampatha, "Excuse me ma'am I am Dr. Rajeev Malik ma beta hoon, came to get those signature's in the file."

"Aah yes, please sit down." Sampatha got up courteously offering him a seat, "Would you like something, coffee?"

"Love some, collage ke baad relax nahi kar paaya. So if you don't mind a very strong one." he replied, "Sure, deko two coffees' ek extra strong."

"So what do you do?" he sat down next to her handing her the file, "I am actually a medical student."

"Dr. Malik ke bete se kuch kaam nahi socha." she replied, "Aur kya karthe hai aap, padayie ke siva."

"Padayi ke siva main dad ke kuch files ke signature's letha hoon." Sampatha laughed going through the file and nodding, the servent handed two piping hot coffees. "Aur?"

"Aur main apne dosthon ke saath goomne chltha hoon, parties, disco and hanging around. I help my sister around her studies as well." Sipping the coffee he smled, "My god agar bachi is coffee pethi tho zarur pagal hojathi thi."

"Bachi?" Aarman nodded, "Haan meri choti behen Mukti."

"Mukti Malik nice ring to it." Sampathi replied, "Actually it is Mukti Khanna."

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"Bachi?" Aarman nodded, "Haan meri choti behen Mukti."

"Mukti Malik nice ring to it." Sampathi replied, "Actually it is Mukti Khanna."

"Mukti Khanna, as in Dhilip Khanna ke beti?" Aarman shook his head, "Mukti uski beti nahi hai, she is his brother's daughter. Ma'm aap Mukti ko kaise janthi hai?"

"Mukti ko aap kaise janthe hai?" he asked a smile on his face, "Vo meri student hai."

"Student... tho aap hai Ms. Sampahtha Yashi? Mukti ke english teacher?" he replied, "Haan lekin aap ko kaise patha tha?"

"Mukti muje vo saab kuch batha thi hai jo jo uski zindagi main hothi hai. Kabhi kabhi uske crushes ke baare main muje patha chal chatha hai use pehele. Aur uki favorite kapde vohi hai jo main chose kartha hoon. Jise pehele use patha chaljatha ke use kya chahiye!"

"That is so amaizing Aarman, actually acha hua ke main aap se milgaya. Do you have around an hour for me?" Aarman nodded, "If it is about Mukti then certainly yes."

"I know this is a PTA meeting matterial but Dhilip Khanna aur Naina Khanna kabhi..." Aarman nodded he understood, "Kya hai na Mukti kaafi bright inteligent hai aur kaafi hardworking hai. Lekin phir bhi vo kabhi English literature main sixtry percent se zyada nahi lethi. That is also only because she does not work on it, I have seen her language papers. Jithne katin saval uthne aache answers, concepts samaj kar apply karthi hai lekin literature main kabhi interest nahi dikathi hai."

"Ma'am vo kya hai na Mukti ko bachpan se docter bane ke kwaish thi. She keeps working for it aur kai na kai uske maan main literature ek waste of time hai. Isi liye kabhi usmain dyan nahi dethi." he replied, "Actually Hindhi main bhi kabhi dyan nahi dethi. I will speak to her."

"Thank you Armaan, it has been a pleasure seeing some one like you." she replied, "Thank you ma'am. Both for your report on Mukti and the feedback you gave I will speak to her."

"Please do so, thanks for the coffee I will see you around." he took the file and left, the green eyes dull with worry. Driving down the road he pulled over to Mauriya high his eyes caught a few girls playing batmitten, Aarman watched a girl dressed in a pale blue three-forth tracks with a dark blue tank top. Light white socks and a set of blue sports shoes on her feet. Her hair was clipped up as she played with the team. Just as they finished the game the girl came over to was her face but her eye caught Aarman, "Hi Aarman!"

"Hi Dhiya, kaise ho?" he shook her hand, "Main bilkul teek hoon aaj Mukti practice ke liye nahi aayi. Uski thabyath teek nahi hai, isi liya aaj ghar chali gyi."

"Thabyath teek nahi hai? Kya hua Mukti ko?" Dhiya shrugged, "Coach ko bol diya ke sar dardh hai lekin hame lagtha hai ke koi aur problem ho sakti hai."

"Kyun?" Dhiya srugged, "Aarman Mukti kaafi stressed out thi."

"Stressed out, kya problem hai?" he asked, "Patha nahi, kisi ko kuch bhi nahi batha thi."

"Ok I will take care." he replied, "I'll see you around."

Khanna Manssion - Mukti's Room

Mukti sat in her balcony holding a mug of coffee, a band wrapped around her head. Her eyes were filled with tears and quiet red. Her sports bag dumpted in front of her... that was the seen

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Aarman walked into makeing his heart brake. Nearly seventeen years he had known her, he had not seen her this broken, "Bachi."

Mukti turned around and smiled at him, "Biya?"

"Tum ro kyurn rahi ho?" he asked sitting down, "Biya main, vo actually kya hai na aaj... vo-"

"Saach bolo tume kahani thiyar karne ke koi zarurath nahi." he replied, "Vo kya hai na biya aaj thabyath bilkul teek nahi thi. Jaab main ghar wapas aayi thi tho hall main Mr. Khanna, Mrs. Khanna aur dadhi bait rahe the. Actually Mr. Khanna ko bhi sir main dhard tha, aur Teddy use coffe diya. Main apne liye bhi maanga... actually biya daadi Mr. Khanna ke sar dhaba rahi thi. Is umair main bhi unke paas koi hai jo uska kyal rak rahe hai, lekin mere liye koi nahi hai."

"Tum upset isi liye ho kyunki tumhari kyaaal koi nahi raktha yaa isi liye kyunki is ghar par tumhari feelkings ek koi kadhar nahi hai." he asked, "Nahi biya aise lag raha tha ke agar meri mama aur papa the tho vo mere kyaal rakte hai na? Jaise daadi Mr. Khanna ke kyal rak rahe hai?"

"Mama aur papa ke kaafi yaad agayi kya?" Aarman kissed her on the forehead, "Aab dhika... lagtha hai docter ko dikana padega. Aaj home work karne ke koi zaururath nahi hai apne kuch samaan pack karo. You are spending the weekend with me, aabhi aatha hoon."

"Teek hai biya." she nodded, just as he was about the step out he added, "Kal tume mandir lekiar ja raha hoon."

"All right biya." she replied, Aarman went down for a few minutes then returned to find Mukti had packed up a bag. "Thiyar ho?"

"Haan biya chalo!" she jumped up, he took her hand and took her down with him dialing a number in his mobile, "Hello papa, main Mukti ko lekar aa raha hoon. We should be there in half an hour."

Mailk Residence

As Aarman drove in with Mukti, a security guard opened the door for him, her eyes danced with joy at the sight of the home. The home was certainly no manssion, it was actually Aarman's residence, thanks to the fact that his father never had time for him. It was a three story home, a spacious garden that as maintained by a gardener. There were very exotic flowers, herbs and some basic vegetables along with a small pond surrounded by some rare flowers some fish swimming around. A sit out had been structured into the area giving it a very homely feel, it was a place that was great to sit and think. The drive lead strait to the garage before touching the home, it had a beautiful teak wood finnish on the doors and windows. The wall was painted with a deep shade of yellow that was quiet pleasant to the eye especially against the rough finnish. Each floor of the building had been separated by not only a balcony but a dark brown color highlighted by the extension of the building. The roof was turned into a roof garden for the herbs, giving it a beautiful touch. Mukti loved this place, it always had a sense of grace and beauty within it.

Once Aarman opened the door a lady in a soft pale green chudidar with a dark green duppata and pyjamas walked over. Age had made a slight touch on her features but certainly did not make her old, "Kaki, Mukti ko bukar hai."

"Aap phikar maath kijiya Aarman beta, main bitiya ke liye kuch banathi hoon." she replied going inside. Mukti and Aarman sat down on the sofa that was also selected with class, a victorian set compleate with a diwan on a dark blue custions fitting the golden yellow of the walls. In cornor was a shelf with some books, a music player and some C.D's.The curtains were also matching the sofa set covering the large french windows, a curtain made of shells covering the small space connecting the hall to the rest of the house. Father and son deeply respected their privacy, it was through that curtain the servent brought in two glasses of milk for the children. "Bitiya aap ke liye masale waala duud. Ise pilijiye, thab thaak sab ji aajayenge."

"Thank you kaki." Mukti replied as Aarman handed her the drink before picking up his own drink. "Aap aaj rath yahi par rahenge na?"

"Aur kahan ja sakti hai kaki? Aap jaakar Mukti ki ghar thiyar kijiye." said a male voice at the door.

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Aarman walked into makeing his heart brake. Nearly seventeen years he had known her, he had not seen her this broken, "Bachi."

Mukti turned around and smiled at him, "Biya?"

"Tum ro kyurn rahi ho?" he asked sitting down, "Biya main, vo actually kya hai na aaj... vo-"

"Teek hai biya." she nodded, just as he was about the step out he added, "Kal tume mandir lekiar ja raha hoon."

"All right biya." she replied, Aarman went down for a few minutes then returned to find Mukti had packed up a bag. "Thiyar ho?"

"Haan biya chalo!" she jumped up, he took her hand and took her down with him dialing a number in his mobile, "Hello papa, main Mukti ko lekar aa raha hoon. We should be there in half an hour."

Mailk Residence

"Thank you kaki." Mukti replied as Aarman handed her the drink before picking up his own drink. "Aap aaj rath yahi par rahenge na?"

"Aur kahan ja sakti hai kaki? Aap jaakar Mukti ki ghar thiyar kijiye." said a male voice at the door. The sight of the man brought a large smile on the children's face, "Dad ap ithne jaldhi ghar aagaye?"

The man had a dark greenish eyes with thick black hair that was combed to perfection with a mild use of jell. The light brown formal jacket with light trousers and a dark blue shirt. His shoes were polished and the socks were matching the shirt he wore. The man was an image of class, knowladge and grace.

"Haan beta, ghar tho aagaya lekin sirf theen gante ke liye. Muje apni koi bhi patient sa zyada meri bachon ka kyal jo hai." he replied, as Mukti ran into his arms, "I missed you daddy."

Rajeev Malik is a famous anesthetist by profession but he is better known for his research in herbs and their effect on people along with his ability to network among famous socialites. Sanjivani had attained great benefits from his networks. His real interest was his research on the medical benefits on rare plants that could aid the patients.

"Main bhi beta. Aab dikao tumhari temperature aab kaisi hai." Mukti bit her lip as he checked her temperature with a thermometer Aarman handed him, "Aare bachi tume tho kaafi zor se bukar hui hai. Aarman tum ise duud piladena, main aabhi apne hospital ke ek docter sa baath kartha hoon."

"Ji dad aap jaakar fresh hokar ayie." he replied, "Hello, nurse Gauri ko bulayie please. Haan Gauri Dr. Malik can you make sure one of the genral docters have an appointment in another half hour? Thank you."

"Kids, chalo niko you have ten minutes." he told them, Aarman kept the empty glasses on the tray where Rajeev took his black tea. ""Hum tho aise hi aajaynge dad."

"Teek hai." gulping down the tea he kept the cup on the tray as well, "Main fresh hokar aatha hoon."

Sajneevani Hospital (Genral ward Dr. Shubankar Chandera's office)

The room looked fairly small but was updated with technology and along with it a sense of grace. A curtain saparated the space between the seating area and the bed along with the wash area. The table had a note pad, a cute little china doll of an angel sitting on a rock. A pen stand and finally a medical priscription pad with the Sanjivani header. Otherwise the place was quiet clean and the seates quiet comfertable. The man him self looked smart in a dark blue formal trousers and a light blue shirt, a lab court over the shirt. His hair was soft and flying around even though combed. A knock on the door anounced the araival, and Rajeev walked in with Mukti and Aarman.

"Dr. Shubankar, she's Mukti your patient." Shubankar smiled at her softly, "Hi Mukti so tell me what happened?"

"Actually sir thodi si bukar hai, soch rahi thi ke main school nurse ko kal dikadu lekin dad muje yahan lekar aagaye." Shubankar smiled, "Beti jo hai aap, now let's me see your temperature."

After a few tests he turned to Rajeev, "Ithn bada problem tho nahi ahi sir, bas thodi stress ke wajai sa bukar hai. Aaj kal twelvth students main yeah kaafi common hai. Main use kuch vitamin tablets aur ek relaxor tho detha hoon."

"Mukti Khanna." she corrected him as he started wrting the M after her name, "Excuse me?"

"My name is Mukti Khanna." she replied, "Oh tho aap Dr. Malik ke?"

"Mukti is a daugther of my friend, vo muje bhi dad kehekar bulathi thi." Shubankar smiled and handed the medication to Rajeev, "Thank you Dr. Shubankar."

"It was a pleasure Dr. Malik." once they were outside Rajeev turned to Mukti, "Kya hua beta, tum ithni stressed kyun ho?"

"Patha nahi daddy aaj kaal ithna sara kaam jo hai." she replied he pulled her into his arms, "Shayad kaam ke wajay se."

"I understand, acho aaj raath bahar kathe hai. What do you kids want?" the reply was instant and simaltanious, "PIZZA!"

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A small italian restaurant

The place looked quiet nice with the simple Italian based decoration and very good cutlery. Aarman and Mukti ordered a veg-pizzaa along with some fresh juice. Rajeev had ordered a salad and coffee. "Aaj kal medical ke duniya main kaafi developments hai. You kids are going to learn so much."

"Daddy?" Mukti inturupted, "Medical ke duniya main ithni developements kyun ho rahe hai?"

"Kyun ho rahe hai?" he repeated, "Is sawal ka jawab mujse zyada koi aur tho zarur dega."

"Kaun?" he smiled, "Your collage dean on the first day of your collage."

Mukti laughed and Aarman shook his head, "Dad aap ko ithna confidence hai ke Mukti zarur medical collage ja yegi."

"Kyunki vo bilkul apni maa par gayi hai." Mukti smiled, "Sachi? Daddy kya muje aap mummy papa ke kahani sunayenge? Please?"

"Dad iski mama aur papa ke kahani se zyada zaruri hai aap ko iske kahani suna." Aarman inturupted, "Mere kya kahani biya?"

"Maine aaj tumhari teacher Sampatha ji se mila tha." he replied and she made a face, "Dad dekiye na yeah tho english literature main bilkul interest nahi deti hai."

"Lekin aachi marks ke liye tho vo bhi zaruri hai na?" he replied, "Biya come on, aap tho jaanthe hai ke muje zyada waqth medical enterence ke exams ke liye prepare bhi kaarn hai."

"My daughter has a point dear boy uska tho jawab do." Aarman rolled his eyes, "Dad again, ise agar top marks lena hai tho english bhi zaruri hai. Aap ne cut off marks deka hai kya?"

"Lekin biya muje tho aabhi se aachi marks le rahi hoon. I am fourth in my class!" Aarman was about to reply but Rajeev inturupted, "Aarman that is good enough for me, waise Mukti ko zyada preasure deene ki koi zarurath nahi hai."

"Agreed lekin ek sharth par." Aarman looked at Mukti, "Aap hamare saath kaal mandir jaayenge."

"Lekin kaal ithne important din?" Aarman nodded, "Two weeks main Mukti ki exams shuru hone wale hai, aap tho us wqth bussy tho honge na, medical conference ke wajai se. Haan Mukti ki mock exams shuru hone waala hai."

"Mukti ki exams shuru hone wale hai aaur kithne prepared hai madam?" Mukti smiled, "Daddy main ithni prepaired hoon ke main aaj bhi us exam ko de sakti hoon. In other words, kaafi prepared hoon."

"Really? What's your first exam." Aarman asked, "First exam is that stupid english exam, then physics, then biology, then chemistry and finally maths, meri favorite subject jiske baad three weeks ka holiday."

"She is right." Rajeev started laughing, "Aarman tum Mukti ko hamasha intna underestmate karthe rehethe ho, she is a very good."

"Dheka biya daddy bhi mere side par hai." Aarman rolled his eyes, "Chutki, daddy tho hamesha tere side par hai."

"I know - any way agar aap mere studies ke baare main katham hua tho kuch aur baath kare?" Mukti asked, he smiled at her with an apology, "Ok chutki the floor is yours."

"Thank you biya, daddy please muje mummy, papa ke kahani sunayie na plese?" With a laugh, Rajeev started talking about her parents love story. The whole time Mukti was laughing.

Next day morning in Malik home

The whole place was being lit by the sun and a sense of peace settled on the room as the coo-coo clock showed six, Mukti quietly tip-toed down from the side stairs into the kitchen and fixed the coffee. Once she had it running she took out the milk carton from the refrigerator. Opening the windows and letting in the air filled with the air of herbs and flowers mixed. a deep breath was enough to give one a feel of health. Once the coffee was made Mukti fixed her self a cup of coffee with milk and sugar. Quietly stepping out to through the french windows on the side she sat down on the sit out to enjoy the coffee. "Good morning chutki."

"Good morning Aammy biya, aap ke coffee." he healed the mug up, "Le liya, aur haan Mukti kaal raath papa ne Dhilip uncle sa baath kar diya. Hum donon study holidays ke liye nani ke ghar ja rahe hai."

"Kab?" he took a sip of coffee again, "Kaal subah, sham ja kar kuch kapde pack kar dena aur kithab ko leene ke liye."

A few hours latter both of them were ready for the day, Mukti in her lavender knee length dress, the cotton hugged her nicely. Her make up and jewelry was mild only to enhance her inner beauty. Aarman was in a black three-forth cargos and a light green t-shirt and a matching green band around his neck. Mukti was busy maxing the aata when Aarman began chopping some onions. Rajeev walked in dressed in a simple white pyjamas and a black and white checked kurtha. "Good morning children."

"Morning daddy!" Mukti ran over and gave him a one arm hug, Aarman fixed a coffee and handed it to his father, "Morning dad aap ke garam coffee, aap ke news paper hai...yahan."

"Main kya kar sakta hoon?" showing him to a seat, "Aap yahan bait kar apni coffee pijiya aur paper padiye."

"Tum donon bilkul apni ma ke parchayi ho." The kids laughed, "I mean come on log muje ek operation se pehele sulane ke liye trust karthe hai. Lekin tum log kabhi muje ek dish ke sath trust nahi karthe.

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