Hello All. To those who don't know me, I am Niki and I love writing. Been here in this forum for some time and wanted to pen down a plot.
This is a completely AU Plot with no connection to the show except for characters and characterizations.
Pairings: Fatejo, JasFa, TejRik, MahiRaj
Warning - This is a dark, angsty work with loads of bloodshed, disturbances, death, and depression (18+)
Finally, I would like to credit Mg (@music_girl) for being my inspiration as well as the first listener to this plot.
Hope you all Like it!!!
- Niki
Also here's an Index of all the works I have written till date; if anyone is interested.
https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/5237805/nikis-fanfiction-index
Prologue
Amrita Kaur Virk flopped onto the sofa with a groan. Next to her, her brother sat with a blank face.
“Don’t tell me, you argued with Maa again,” Amrita asked resignedly.
Her brother did not even bother to reply.
“Tejas. I am talking to you. Hello!”
Tejas glared at her. “Can’t I have a moment's peace? Yes, I argued. Happy? Now let me think.”
Amrita rolled her eyes. “Honestly Tejas what's the need to always lock horns with her?”
“Why shouldn’t I?” Tejas countered. “It has been years now. We have been seeing it through our childhood. And nothing has changed. I don’t even understand why she married him if she hated him so much. Dad loves us. Even though we are not his own children. And Maa, she is cold as ice. She does not let us take our own decisions. She does not allow us to have our own opinions. She does not even let us choose our colleges. What kind of a dictatorship is that?”
“A type that fears any harm coming to either of you,” a voice said.
The two siblings whipped around to look at their Uncle standing at the doorway with a tray in his hands. With a bright grin and twinkling eyes, he walked in and set the tray on the table, picking a cup of coffee for himself.
“Try to understand her side too. Your mother is just overprotective.”
“Stop defending your sister, Uncle Dilraj,” Tejas scowled. “She is insufferable. You should see the way she treats Dad.”
Dilraj gave a small smile. “Things are not always that simple Tejas. You cannot look at an action and determine the character of a person. Always remember that. And every action has some kind of reason behind it. Your mother worries for you both. She wants only the best for you.”
“She must have done it with you too. That’s why you want us subjected to it too,” Tejas snapped.
“What my little brother means to say is,” Amrita sent him a sharp look, “how was Maa in your childhood?”
“I am not that old. Just twelve years older than you,” Dilraj spoke, humour dancing in his tones. “As for my sister, well, she was not like she is now. She used to be much different. Someone who used to love helping people and dreamt big. She wanted to do something for the betterment of Punjab. That was her dream. She would shout out loud, how one day she will bring glory to the state,” he chuckled.
“Maa and social service?” Tejas scoffed. “She doesn't even leave the walls of our home. She has never stepped outside in our lifetime and –”
“But it was not so,” Dilraj swiftly interrupted. His eyes had a faraway look in them. “There was a time she used to love everything about nature. She used to remain in the fields for hours. Laughing and running amongst the crops. We used to play tag there. I rememberAbhiraj Bhaiya and Nav –” he stopped short. A blankness enveloped his face and he blinked. “Tejo Didi was very different back then.”
He turned to look at his niece and nephew looking up at him with wide eyes. He tried to give a smile. “Your father called me in the morning about your fight. He told me to tell you both about the past.”
“The past?” Amrita asked suddenly curious. Everyone knew of the past, especially the adults. But they were kept unaware of it. “He gave his permission to tell us about The Past?”
“Yes,” Dilraj measured his tone. “He did. He felt it is the right time to know; since it is that date tomorrow.”
“Date? What date?” Tejas asked.
Dilraj looked at them blankly and sighed. “The day when everything went to hell, and these lives of ours were created on the burning pyre of hopes, love and blood. Well, it is time for you both to understand why Tejo Didi behaves the way she does. But for that, we have to go years into the past, to the time when things were heating up and the two families were at loggerheads with each other. This story belongs to the days when Moga was known for two things – the fields and the famous enmity of the Virk and the Sandhus.”
“Enmity? Our families?” Amrita questioned, her eyes wide with shock.
“Yes,” Dilraj nodded. “And things get a whole lot worse before settling down. And the worse was what happened.”
“Meaning?”
Dilraj took a deep breath. It was time to tell them the truth.
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