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TOO LATE - CHAPTER 1
LUCKNOW
In a corner of Lucknow there is a small village, the name of village loved by people called "Muskurao" (Smile). The reason is called because people here live very harmoniously, always happy and helping each other like a big family no matter how poor the village is.
Khushi Gupta - the unfortunate girl who lost her sight due to a car accident, she is the youngest daughter of Shashi Gupta, who is a the village chief. Today is the Holi festival, everyone celebrates the festival with colorful pigments. The screams, loud music, the chase of the men and women chasing each other to exchange color stains on the face seems to have become too familiar. While she and her sister were sitting on the porch, a child approached, gently to call her:
"Payal jiji, Khushi jiji, don't you go to the ceremony? Hurry up and come with me!"
Payal turned to look at Khushi and answered, Khushi also agreed later.
"No Shubham, my father won't give it!"
Sigh, the little boy smeared the color powder on both sisters. She and her sister froze, instantly glaring at him, pretending to be angry. So he saw it, he was mischievous against his hips:
"Happy Holi, Jiji"
Sigh, he immediately ran away because Payal raised his hand to hit his butt. Khushi touched her stained cheek, smiling.
In fact, she wanted to go to the festival too, but her father didn't want her to go out while she couldn't see anything. The reason was that once Payal took her to Diwali, she got lost. So since then he has been very strict with her, but somewhere she still knows that he loves her so much ... He is the person she loves the most, at that time she told him "later married, must marry a man like father ".
"Payal! Khushi! Happy Holi, stweets" Her mother came to her from behind, hugged her two daughters.
Seemingly uneasy about the face of the youngest daughter, Garima knew immediately how much she wanted to go to the festival. Today Shashi received an invitation letter from the commune to go the meeting with the elders in the village, so there were only her and her children in the house. Taking this opportunity, Garima has an intention to lead his two daughters to Holi.
"Let's go, my two idiots!"
"But ... Father ...?" Khushi stammered.
Garima gestured peacefully because she could handle her husband so they didn't worry. After that, she immediately helped Khushi to stand up, Payal also helped her with one hand ... They locked the door carefully and merged into the line of people playing with colors. Khushi loves Indian color festivals, people go down the road, spray paint and water! But, while Holi is a great excuse to be dirty, the true meaning of this lively festival is even deeper because it manifests as a strong brotherhood regardless of which nation it is, what color From the day she lost her light, she used her hearing and touch, so she knew how beautiful her life was.
"Khushi, the other side has juice, can you and mother stand here waiting for I bring to?"
Saying that Payal rushed away, Garima shook her head and looked at the figure of the girl slowly disappearing. The songs started to open larger, everyone was pulled out to dance, even Garima was no exception but she could not refuse to be her old friends. So she instructed Khushi to sit in a nearby bench for her to observe and not forget to give her some sweet cakes.
In another segment, Shubham jokingly accidentally bumped into a young man, after a collision they both took a few steps back. Khushi heard the cries of Shub being very close to her, she gripped the fence tightly, walking to the place where the sound was coming from. The boy saw her, immediately dove into her lap.
"Khushi jiji, this person touches me without apologizing!"
"Really? Or are you causing trouble?" Khushi narrowed his eyes and asked.
The other guy was wearing dirty clothes and his hands with some long scars. His face was covered by dry mud, he stood there staring blankly at the beautiful girl in front of him for a while, then, he said:
"I'm wrong, okay? Sorry"
Shubham lifted his chin arrogantly, then took Khushi's hand and turned it away. But only a few steps interrupted by the call:
"Girl ... Do you know any jobs and inns here?"
Khushi turned his head. Just after hearing his tone, she had guessed that he was outsider of the village, so she did not dare to contact, but seeing him asking, was probably a poor man who wanted to find a piece of rice and get lost here. Silence for a while, she smiled and said:
"My house has a room for rent, the work of lifting sand bags every day, can you do it?"
He was glad, the hand wiped away the stains, accidentally making the stain spread wider.
"Yes! I can do it!" Thinking for a moment, he hesitantly said, "Wha...t... what's your name?"
"My name is Khushi Gupta, and you?"
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"I ... I'm Arnav Malik"
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"That year, she first met him. In the same year, he told her what love is ... But, he himself was cruelly depriving her love."
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