Hi guys... am trying to write an alternative story for Maya and MayRa.. when the show was on I used to have many different thoughts for the tracks and progress of the show.. but obviously the show took it's own turn and so I decided to collate all those and pen my own story.. I am sticking to the show characters itself hence there is no character intro here.. u will be able to hopefully connect to the story.. please do comment if u like my progress and ideas.
Epilogue
Mayas Pov
We met years ago just once and I could never forget the first meeting ever..
A 12 year old me always had my inclination to writing..not did I ever imagined a career in writing back in the day.. all I wanted was a chance to read good books by famous authors but dad couldn’t afford it.. I found my ways through some second hand stories and libraries but this time around I saw the book that I wanted to read right in front of my eyes on the coffee table of this huge mansion.. scared to even touch anything around I went closer just to see atleast the front cover.. I looked around and saw noone so I decided to pick it up and take a look at it.. as I picked up the book a hand grabbed my shoulder.. scared at the touch I left the book to fall and turned around.. it was the lady of the house.. Mrs. Antara Mrityunjay Roy..
She looked at me in anger and questioned “ yahan kya kar rahi ho ? “
I was tensed but replied “ woh book dekh rahi thi “
“Dekh rahi thi ya chura ne ka plan tha? “ she questioned with folded arms as the security and other staff of the house collected around at her voice..
My father worked for the great MJ roy ever since I had known.. this was the first time that he decided to bring me along to get some files signed.. he left me in the huge living room of the mansion all by myself and told me not to touch or do anything.. I was scared as I had already broken the only rule set by him..
I swallowed down and stared at the lady scared that I will be termed a robber who tried to steal the precious book.. tears almost rolled down my eyes only to sense someone behind me..
As I turned to see , he picked up the fallen book and dusted the cover..
Our eyes met as he looked at me seriously.. “ tumhe yeh book padhni hai" he questioned.
I nodded into a no first.. but my eyes spoke a different truth..
He stared at me and then smiled or smirked I was confused.. he handed the book over to me and said “ take it.. it’s a good book “
I looked confused and scared to take it.. but before I could make a move I heard a loud voice of the house Lady
“ Rudra !!, tumhara dimaag kharaab hai kya.. yeh book kitni mushkil se mila hai tumhe pata hai na.. it’s a first copy “ she said sternly..
I moved back and decided to stand at a corner where my dad left me.. because what last I wanted was this boy getting scolded as well because of me.. and nor did I ever expected him to fight his mom due to me..
As I moved and started to leave I felt a hand grabbing my wrist.. “ it’s just a book mom.. dont make it a big issue.. waise bhi yeh meri book hai..ek aa gaya toh ek aur aa jayega..nahi aaya toh bhi koi problem nahi hai" he said calmly but there was a sense of authority and maturity which I did not expect from a boy my age..
The lady felt odd and I felt scared .. she walked away from the scene as her phone rang.
He looked at the security and the other domestic staff to carry on and there was a sense of calmness in the room..
“ I am sorry” i looked at him and told..
He let go off my wrist and kept the book into my hands and asked me to take it.. my dad was behind me I quickly grabbed my dads hand and held the book to my chest ..
“ Hi uncle “ he smartly greeted my dad with a smile..
“ Hi Rudra beta.. kaise ho aap “ he questioned him.. “yeh meri beti hai... Manvi" he said..
He smiled back as I left the mansion with dad.. walking towards the door I remembered I did not thank him.. I was almost at the door but I decided to turn back and smile back at him.. as he waved a bye and walked away..
That was almost 18 years ago.. little did I know that our lives were entwined together .. and that future held a lot more to happen between us.. Rudra Roy the name and the person who knocked the door of my life many times knowingly unknowingly.. but when god decides to write ur destiny with someone then noone can challenge that.. not even God.. then who the hell was Mritunjay Roy to decide our destiny..
I am Maya Jaisingh.. the name that became my name as a writer and this is my story..
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