The title is tentative...😆
the concept is similar to that of the show... won't give away much as the story would become boring then 😆
PROLOGUE
She sat in the balcony with moist eyes, lost in her thoughts sipping over a cup of coffee. She was alone, bereft of a family, deprived of happiness. She had turned insomniac over the years.
She had a family around her, years ago. Today all she has is silence and emptiness. There is no one to hold her, to hug her, to call her as theirs. She has no identity. She only has a name that she thinks as a charity.
They were happy. They were content. But a night changed their fate, her FATE. She felt abandoned by life itself.
She saw something that shook her from within.
There was no light. She walked a road in a hope of reaching the dead end. But the road seemed endless. She walked for minutes, for hours but she didn't reach a destination. Destination? She didn't knew where it was.
Frightened of the darkness, crying for solace she wanted someone to come and carry her in arms.She walked barefoot, her feet were swollen. A thorn pricked her feet. She fell down wincing in pain.
She gathered herself wiping her tears. She was hungry, she was thirsty. She had no shelter to take refuge in. Her house was destroyed in front of her.
She kept on walking in the hope of meeting someone, in the hope of getting some water and food. Her mother had always taught her to fight and never give up. She didn't knew where her mother was. She wanted to meet her mother. She had gone somewhere days ago. But she didn't knew where her mom was.
She continued her journey with bruised knees, swollen feet and lot of fatigue. She was tired, she was weak, she wanted to sleep. She didn't knew what happened to her. Everything around her was spinning rapidly. She couldn't keep her eyes open. She felt as if she was sleeping. Her vision was blurred. She fell down with a THUD...
She was startled when he shook her by her shoulder. He was always there who brought her back to the present.
A tall, broad chested, muscular man with a wheatish complexion and a melodious voice stood behind her with a broad smile plastered over his face which she found too fake at times. But she couldn't help being away from her partner in crime. From the time she had balanced herself emotionally he was always there to hold her.
He snapped his fingers to bring her in senses.
" kya problem hai yaar tumhari. jab dekho apni duniya mein rehti ho. main kab se knock kar raha hoon, koi jawaab hi nahi. ye toh accha tha i had a bunch of extra keys. nahi toh kya pata tumhare liye pipe chadkar aana padega mujhe.", he blabbered as she got up to arrange her room.
" tum kyun aa jate ho bar baar? project is over now. tumse pehle bhi kaha tha durr raho mujhse. you don't listen to me.", she argued while changing the bed-sheet.
" dekho main nahi jaanta aapki problem kya hain, Miss. KAVYA HOODA. But project pura hua nahi hai, ab shuru hua hai agar aapki memory theek hai toh. So pls jo argue karna hai wo sir ke saath karein. I don't have time to hear your incessant rantings of not working on the project. You just buck up now, we are getting late.", he said stuffing her belongings in the bag she carried always.
The bag was very old. A typical faded pink asset that girls always loved. The chain was broken, the bag was torn but Kavya always carried it with herself. He would tease her for being so stingy to even buy a new bag when she needed a one in true sense.
But that day he didn't utter a single word which really bothered Kavya.
Not quite happy with it, she mustered the courage to ask to him as he drove down the lane towards their office.
" aj tumne kuch kaha nahi. Aisa kyun, ISHAN?"
"kya kaha nahi bhai? Ab agar tumhari bagwati ke baare mein kuch kahunga toh tum phir ghussa ho jaogi. kuch bataogi toh nahi but drama shuru karogi, which i can't afford now. so please let's be quiet and go to work."
Edited by daydreamers - 8 years ago
