Hi everyone! Thanks
a lot for your encouraging comments. Actually I wasn't supposed to update the
first part any time soon but kuch karishma ho gaya!!!
NOTE: Each part
of my story won't be too long as I really don't have so much of time to type
it. Therefore I decided to give small and frequent updates. Idea achha hai na??
So please please please friends, complain mat karna agar bohot zyada chote ho
gaye updates toh... My half yearly exams are near na...isiliye...Hope you people
won't have a problem with that.
(Blacks
represents present and Pink represents flashback)
Chapter 1:
"Kisi kaam ke
nahin ho tum sab!! Ek kaam nahin hota tum sab logon se! Humne kahan tha ki humare
liye kuch SUNDAR aur sirf aur sirf SUNDAR chudiya aur kangan lane ke liye. Par
yeh sab kya hai?" She picked up one of many bunches of chudis kept on the bed.
"Iss...isse tum
sundar kehti ho lata? Yeh sundar hai...Tumne soch bhi kaise liya ki Marwar ki
Rajkumari itne saadharan chudiya pehnengi??" She shouted angrily at the servant
and threw the bunch of bangles on the floor which shatterd into pieces as soon
as it hit the ground.
"Aur yeh Kangan...hum
yeh Kangan pahnenge. Lagta hai tumhari smaranshakti chali gayi hai, issi prakar
ke nakkashi waali Kangan hum pehen chuke hai..." She shouted at another maid making
her tremble and threw the pair of the gold Kangans on the floor. It started
rolling and stopped in front of Her. She picked up the Kangan and headed towards
angry friend. All the maids felt relieved seeing her because they were so sure
that Marwar princess would give a hard time to them as they knew very well what
she was like when anger took upon her.
The maids left
the spot leaving the two friends alone.
"Arrey! Humari
baat khatam nahin hui...Tum sab kahan..." And she turned around to find her friend
standing with those wrethched bangles which she threw just now ans a small
silever box.
"Ajabde! Achha
hua aap aa gayi. Ab aap hi bataiye hum kya pehnenge aajke samaaroh mein? In
daasiyon se toh koyi kaam nahin hota. Unhone soch bhi kaise liya ki Marwar ki
rajkumri itne saadharan se ar kangan aur chudiya pehen lengi? Aur..." She kept
on talking.
Ajabde kept the
pair of bangles on the table and went to her friend to calm her down.
"Shaant ho jaiye
Phool. Shaant. Dekhiye hum aapke liye kya laaye hai!" And saying this Ajabde
handed over Phool the silver box which she had brought with herself.
Phool opened it
and was awestruck.
"Ajabdeee,
Yeh toh bohot Khubsurat hai, bohot zyada!!!!!!!!!!" She screamed seeing the
pair of golden bangles in the box. She quickly took out one of them wore it.
"Waaah Ajabde,
humne isse sundar Kangan aajse pehle kabhi nahin dekhe!!!!!" A big smile
adorned her face.
"Aapko achha laga
Phool? Yeh humne khud vishesh roop se aapke liye banaya hai. Humein khushi hai
ki Aapko yeh achhi lagi" Ajabde said happily.
Phool hugged her
friend tightly. "Aap bohot achhi hai Ajabde. Aapko achhi tarike se pata hota
hai na humein kis tarha ki nakkashi aur tarhe ke cheezien pasand hai. Aap bohot
achhi hai Ajabde."
Ajabde hugged her
back. "Ab aap humari itni achhi sakhi jo hai."
Phool smiled
happily and said softly. "Haan, pakki sakhi."
"Bai sa aapko
Raani Sa bula rahi hai." The maid looked at Phool and due to her experience of
whole 7 years in this palace, she knew it was not the right time. She went out
of Phool's room.
Phool was sitting
beside the window. She stared at the old yet beautiful bangle which she in her
hand. Past memories flooded back. She stared at it blankly for a few more
minutes. She didn't realize when tears had started cascading down those
beautiful kohl lined eyes. Suddenly a smile formed in her face. A smile of
sadness, a smile of pain, a smile of losing someone special, a smile of lonesomeness.
Phool tried
putting on that bangle on her wrist, but was unable to. She started trying
harder but it seemed that the bangle was adamant of not slipping into her
wrist. Phool pushed it and forcefully tried to slip the small bangle into her
wrist but it didn't. She was desperate. Desperate to wear that bangle which was
too small for her wrist. The expressions of her face changed- from desperation
to irritation, and then to anger. She didn't care at all about her soft hands
which had attained a deep shade of red and was ready to bleed anytime due to
the force exerted by Phool. All she
cared was putting that on. That's it.
Phool got up from her place and shouted in irritation and
frustration "Arghhh. Yeh kyun nahin ghuss rahi, kyun nahin ghuss rahi yeh
humare haathon mein? Kyun nahin ghuss rahi...kyun nahin ghuss rahi yeh humare
haathon mein...Kyun nahin..." Her voice became low and then a sudden scream
followed. "Kyun nahin pehen paa rahein hai hum isss Kangan ko? Kyun..." And
the poor girl broke down. Her angry face changed into an emotion of
helplessness. Once again the tears made their way into her eyes. She cried,
cried and cried. She cried her heart out.
"Kyun Ajade?
Aapne aisa...ky...kyun kiya?" She muttered between her sobs. "Aap aisa kaise kar
sakti hai Ajabde? Aap humein iss tarha chod kar kaise jaa sakti hai Ajabde?
Aapne ek baar bhi nahin socha ki humara kya hoga? Ek...ek baar bhi nahin? Priya
sakhi kehti thin aaa...aap humein. Toh phir aap apni priy sakhi ko chodkar,
kaise jaa sakti hai Ajabde *she chokes* Kaise jaa sakti hai? Kaise?"
Phool got up and
went near the window. "Humari ek galti ki itni badi saza kyun iya aapne humein?
Sirf humari ek galti ke wajah se aap hum sabko chod ke chali gayi, chali gayi
Ajabde? Aap kabse itni swarthy ban gayi? Aapne nahin socha ki humein kitna
kasht hoga? Aapne nahin socha ki maasi ji, rao ji, aur sabse badi baat...Kunwar
Pratap ko, Kunwar Pratap ki kya halat hui hogi jab aap unhe chod kar chali
gayi? Aapko pata hai Ajabde ki unhone kitna saha hai? Kitne dard sehne pade hai
unhe? Nahin pata na aapko? Par humein pata hai...Dekha hai humne unhe...humne unhe
dekha hai...aapke liye tadapte hue...apki ek jhalak ke liye taraste hue...aapki
yaad mein rote hue...aapk jhoothe waadon ko yaad kar krodh karte hue jo kuch hi
pal baad aansuon mien badal jate the..." She accused her friend for doing this,
for betraying her, for betraying Pratap. How could she leave them? How could
she be so selfish?
"Ajabde, humein
itni badi sazaa mat dijiye humari galti ki...Laut aaiye Ajabde...Laut aaiye...Laut
aaiye Ajabde..." She again broke down and cried her out, regretting and lamenting
the loss of her friend.
"Phool!!!' Her
mother rushed inside her daughter's room hearing her cries.
"Phool aap ro
kyun rahi hai? Kya hua hai Phool? Bataiye humein Phool."
Phool hugged her
mother tightly and sobbed. "Maa, Ajabde ne humari galti ki itni badi saza kyun
di humein? Kyun?" She whispered between her sobs.
"Aisi koi baat
nahin hai Phool. Woh sirf ek haadsa tha, ismein aapki koi galti nahin thi,
aapki galti nahin thi Phool."
"Nahin Maa agar
humne aisa na kiya hota toh aaj Ajabde humein saath hoti, humarein saath hoti."
"Phool chup ho
jaiye. Chup. Aur mat roiye." She calmed her down and then cupped her face which
had become red after so much of crying.
"Phool, ab kuch
nahin ho sakta. Woh aapki galti nahin thi isliye apne aap ko dosh dena band
kijiye. Dekhiye kya haal bana liya hai aapne apna! Jab aap dukhi hoti hai, tab
humein bhi bohot kashty hota hai. Nahin dekh sakte hai hum aapko kasht mein.
Humse nahin dekha jaa sakta. Saalon beet chuke hai uss ghatna ko hue. Ab bhul
jaiye use." Her mother got up from her place.
"Aap aur nahin
royengi Phool. Thik hai? Kuch din baad aapki sagai hai. Hum nahin chahte ke aap
apni sagai mein achhi na dikhe. Humne kuch lehenge mangavaaye hai. Aaiye aur
dekhiye ki aapko unmein se kaun waali pasand hai. Jaldi aaiyega." With that she
left the room.
"Sagai." Phool
said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She went near the window and picked up
that old-yet-beautiful bangle gifted by Ajabde and kept it back inside the old
silver box.
That's it for
this part. I know it wasn't that good and was totally on Phool but you know
every character needs to be given some space. In the next update we'll meet
Pratap.
Everyone LIKES
and COMMENTS daalne mein Kanjoosi mat karon. Because I'm already under the
impression that my writing skills had worsen. It's your comments that make me
write further. Criticism is welcome.
*FOR ME ,FAISAL KHAN AND ROSHNI WALIA WOULD ALWAYS BE THE PRATAP AND AJABDE(AAKRITI IN THIS ONE) OF MY STORIES. HOWEVER, READERS ARE FRE TO IMAGINE THEIR RESPECTIVE FAVORITE ACTOR AND ACTRESS AS PRAJA*
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