I will introduce the characters as the story progresses.. Many of the characters are same as in the serial.. But if any changes or if any new character Introduced I will let you know about them then.
Part 1: My Wedding Night
It was my wedding night and I, Madhubala Kundra (It did sound very odd to have someone else's surname affixed to your name.. Esp. when you know nothing about that person).. Yes you got that right. Today I got married to a man about whom I knew nothing, believe it or not I have not even seen his face properly. I don't even know whether he is tall or short, fair or dark, lean or fat.. I know you must be yearning to know that how come I never noticed all this things while performed all the marriage rituals with him at the altar. Actually I was so engrossed in the new known facts and secrets related to my marriage, which very conveniently or should I say dramatically got revealed to me on the very day of my marriage, that my head was spinning faster than the spinner's ball. The situation which unfolded on the day was so dramatic that, I hardly had the sense to spare a glance at my would-be husband. I'm sure by now many of you would be getting quite restless to know what the "Big Secret" was which turned my world upside down. But before narrating my story, let me first introduce myself properly. Because if you are gonna peak into my life and share the most intimate secrets and some gross realities of my life then its always better to know the person properly first.
So here goes my intro. I'm Madhubala, Age 19+. Previously known as Madhubala Balraj Chaudhary, very recently my surname got changed.. But will come to that later.. My Dad Balraj Chaudhary was the worse dad that any child could ever have.. I know by now my life would be sounding like some old 70's movies' cliche storyline, A poor, young girl (Check) having a bad a** drunkard father (Check) a very gentle and loving mother (Check and added to the list).Only child, no siblings. My Mother and I had been the victim of Domestic Violence, by my father. He used to torture my mother and me, when my mother refused to give him, her salary money, which he wanted to splurge on Drinking and Casinos. My mother Padmini Chaudary and I were the only emotional support for each other. My father worked as a Engineer-in-Chief For Kundra Fishieries. He was in-charge of maintenance dept. and operated on ground level. Kundras were stinking rich. They own multi-million business companies and have franchise in the field of Transport, Textiles, Pharmaceuticals Companies to their account. But their most profitable business is Fisheries. Coming back to me.. My mother Padmini Chaudary was a school teacher. She fell in love with my father and married him against her parent's wish. B'cos of which she fell in to the bad books of her folks and was never able to return back home to them, or shall I say she never tried to. Why you may ask?! Well she was ashamed to confess that she made biggest mistake of her life i.e., falling in love with a wrong guy and getting married to him against her parent's wish. But the most surprising thing was that, even this bad marriage was not able to deter her belief in love. She always used to tell me that love is the most magical thing that can happen to a person. I never understood her concept or her perspective in which she looked at life or the importance of love in her life.. For me love was the moments, I spent with my Mother. She was my world. She always gave me strength to stand up to the world. In short she wanted me to be all that which she could not be. *How ironic?!! You may say. But isn't this the fact. Every parent tries to live their dream through their child's eyes, and try to fulfill their ambitions via their children, which they were not able to achieve for themselves*. My Mother wanted me to be a trained dancer. With this hopes and dreams she made me join "Kathak Dance Classes". I too worked hard and learned the dance form with full efforts from my side. But my pull was more towards contemporary dance forms, which I hesitatingly told her one day and she was kind enuff to understand my likes and allowed me to join Salsa Class, though she was unhappy with my decision but she never showed it openly to me. I was in the First Year of my College pursuing Arts, when my whole world came crashing in front of me. One day I returned from my college eager to share the days happening with my Mom. As soon as I entered the house, I threw my Shoes and Books in different directions for which I got scolded by my mom, lets' say at least thousand times in a day. But I kinda liked to get sweet scolding from my mom. I searched entire house but she was nowhere to be found. Then I listened to the water tap running in the bathroom and waited for her to come out, so that I could share the most exciting news of the day with her i.e., I got selected for the Inter-College Solo Performance in the Contemporary Dance form. Forty- Five minutes passed and Mom was still in the bathroom. I found it very odd and called out her name many times and also banged on the door. When there was still no response from her, I got scared and called on some neighbors for help. They came and broke opened the door to find the most grotesque sight, my Mother had slit her wrist and was lying in the pool of her own blood. What made her to take such a big step of committing suicide all of a sudden was a mystery to me. I was shocked. My breath got struck in my throat. I was devastated beyond belief. So was my father, that's what I thought till my wedding day. Just two months after my mother's demise, My father decided that I have wasted enough money in pursuing my higher education and its high time that I should be married and sent off to my real house. Well what else could I expect from such a father. I was more than ready to get married to escape this hell.. B'cos after my mother's death my father and I barely conversed with each other. He would rarely come home. It was a nightmare to live alone in the house. The death of my mother haunted me at nights. I had the same nightmare every night. The shock of seeing my Mother's dead body was too much to ask from a 19 years old. It ruined my entire life. I was not able to forget the scene, no matter how hard I tried. On top of that My father turning back home fully sloshed and in no sense of his own, and beating me black and blue did not help the case either. No please don't think that I was one of those girls who would grin and bear all the atrocities levied on her. I very well tried to give it back to my father. I slapped him back once, when he in his drunken state tried to insult my dead mother. But me being lean, weak, malnourished and emotionally exhausted, was no match for that animal. He was too strong for me and he thrashed me to the pulp, but I still refused to take all that sitting down and reported him to police. He was arrested for two days but got back home on bail, which was paid my his owner "The Kundras". At first I thought that Kundras' really take very good care of their employees and think of their welfare, so they bailed out my father. But later I came to know of their interior motives. B'cos the very next day Mrs. Radha Kundra turned up at our door step and had a long chat with my father followed by which I was asked to get ready and was paraded in front of her like some doll kept for sale. She made me sit beside her and asked me a couple of questions regarding my studies, my hobbies, my likes and dislikes and all, to which I answered very politely. Next thing I knew she approved me as her Daughter-in-law for her Son. I was nowhere happy. B'cos I wanted to further pursue my studies and expressed my views in front of her to which she very kindly answered saying that she would see to it that I get to pursue my studies after marriage.. I scoffed at the idea in my heart. Because I knew in my heart that no married girl gets to live her dreams and aspirations after marriage. Because after marriage her whole life revolves around her in-laws and her beloved Husband, like my mothers'. I was reluctant, but my father gave me a deadly glare which meant business and made me touch Mrs.Kundra's feet and accept the "Shagun" from her.
The next thing I knew, my marriage preparations started in full throttle and before I could blink my eyes and wake up from this never ending nightmare, my marriage day came. On my Doom's Day that is my Wedding Day, I was packing my stuff and was cleaning the house and having a good look at it for one last time, resolving to never return back, as there is nothing left for me to come back to. While cleaning my stuff and taking out my books, which I thought would be good for my read in leisure time, a paper fell out from one of the books.. It looked like some letter, when I opened the letter, I saw it was written by my mother, for me. It was the last thing she left for me, in hope I would find it in the right time. Man was she wrong?! B'cos the letter told me about the deal between Mrs.Kundra and my Father, I came to know that my father was indebted to many people and on top of that he has taken a huge loan from his company i.e., Kundras Fisheries for my further education as an excuse and was unable to re-pay all the loans and debts. He was about to get kicked out of the job when to his luck, one day Mrs.Kundra spotted me in my college function where she was accompanying her friend Mrs.Dixit who was invited as Chief Guest to our College. She came to know from sources that I was the daughter of one of her employee and she wasted no time in making a very lucrative offer to my Father, which he couldn't resist and was ready to accept as it comes. Because with this offer he would be doubly profited. He would not only be able to get rid of all his debts. and loans but will also get additional amount of Rs.40 Lakhs, for his to keep, but will also get rid of me, his daughter whom he always considered nothing but a burden as he always desired a male child. My Mother naturally was against this marriage, Because she abhorred the idea of a father trying to sell off his daughter as a commodity in the name of marriage and she tried to protest. Alas her protest was crushed with iron hand by my father with the simple threat that if she tried to stop this marriage my father would not hesitate to get me killed and make it look like a road-accident. My mother could not take it anymore and claimed her life. But before dying she tried to warn me through the letter, which to my misfortune I got it on the very day I was being sacrificed on the marriage altar. More than feeling sad and despair for my life and future and hatred for my father, I had anger towards my Mother. How dare she leave me alone in this mess. What was she thinking before claiming her life. She all through her life thought me how to stand up for our rights and fight for the things we believe in, and all such crap but when the day came for her to exercise her thoughts into action she took a simple path and choose to embrace death instead of fighting back and saving her daughter's life. Instead of fighting back, she bowed down and gave away her life as she was not able to take it anymore and left me alone to deal with this mess with nothing but a letter, in hope that I will read it at the right time and will be able to save myself from the Marriage Mess. I felt like I was betrayed by my own mother. All her teaching and her sermons seemed like dirty, stinking trash going down the drain. I developed hatred more fierce than ever for the woman I loved the most and decided to do the opposite of her wish and will. That is to marry Mr.Yash Kundra, *Yash Kundra is played by Yash Tonk* the Elder Son of Mr.Mohan and Mrs. Radha Kundra, 32yrs old widow, blessed with a 5 and a half years old daughter Trishna Kundra..*Trishna Kundra is played by the Baby Trishna in the serial.* Yes, I got married to a man, twice my age and sealed my fate forever in never-ending despair and darkness, never to find light again in my life.!!!
Index and P.M. list on Page-2
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