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Hi I have a question. I read ur recent story ruin loved it, exceptionally well written really admire ur writing style but I had a question does fateh love Tejo in ur story or does he lose his sanity because he is guilty, I know my question might sound stupid but I'm genuinely curious. Does he regret not having loved her when she was alive or is it because someone died saving him. Would love if u could and my doubt.

Originally posted by: hapc

AAA

I'm screaming! I already love this and it has just begun. Now I will be stuck in a loop of always wanting the next chapter.

The dialogue about the family brains was funny.😆

I already like this Amrik more than the show one, so I'm going to wait and watch to see how TejRik plays out here. I almost thought he was the hero, then I went back and read the synopsis that you PMed and was back to team Fateh. As you post more chapters, I guess I'll get more clarity as to which ship is my favourite-FaTejo, TejRik, JasFa or MahiRaj

Also noticed you didn't introduce Fateh-Tejo-Jasmine yet. Waiting for the entry. Fateh taking revenge and of course all the drama that's going to come.

Also can you give an approximate no. of chapters that you are planning. Incomplete ffs break my heart.

Hehe....I am glad you liked it.

Don't worry. I am not planning to leave it incomplete. This story is already outlined...not something I plan on whim and write. So no possibility of leaving it in between...I already know how it will end and so does Mg btw😅

Family brains 😂😂😂.... couldn't help it.

I am happy that you are considering the others ships....trust me...you will root for most of them at some point of the story.

Fateh is arriving soon 😈

- Niki

Originally posted by: I_StanStrongFLs

Oh my god Niki I'm screaming!!! I want more!!!

I thought the prologue was gripping enough but then you drop this bombshell of a chapter and I'm blown away again! 👏

The premise is as intriguing as it is interesting and the Sandhu-Virk enmity has me hooked. Khushbeer as a politician is very realistic and so is his relationship with Gurpreet. Mahi as always was a delight and Amrik as always, my guilty pleasure.

I'm so excited for more Niki! Do tell me whenever you post next❤️

Hola FluffyYuri😈,

The premise is set. I hope it gives you a fair idea of the tone of this one. Its pretty dark.

I think....you will like Amrik. Honestly speaking...I like him here too. He was one of my most complicated characters to etch.

Comparatively, Fateh was almost easy.

- Niki

Originally posted by: Shraddha6789

Hi I have a question. I read ur recent story ruin loved it, exceptionally well written really admire ur writing style but I had a question does fateh love Tejo in ur story or does he lose his sanity because he is guilty, I know my question might sound stupid but I'm genuinely curious. Does he regret not having loved her when she was alive or is it because someone died saving him. Would love if u could and my doubt.

DM ed you.

Originally posted by: mistofshadows

Hola FluffyYuri😈,

The premise is set. I hope it gives you a fair idea of the tone of this one. Its pretty dark.

I think....you will like Amrik. Honestly speaking...I like him here too. He was one of my most complicated characters to etch.

Comparatively, Fateh was almost easy.

- Niki

Yup it was pretty obvious from the beginning that this one was going to be dark, and I followed in willingly !

Now that you've put it like that, I'm even more excited about Amrik's character!! He's the one I came here for any way. 😆

Two

The sun shone brightly.

Sweat beads littered her forehead as she waited for the bus to come. Her hand held a brown handbag and a large red suitcase lay by her feet. As she stood, alone in the nearly deserted stop, her eyes fell on two little birds circling each other.

A smile spread on her face.

Tejo loved nature.

From a young age, Tejo Kaur Sandhu had found her solace in nature. At the age when children bonded obsessively with their parents; Tejo had been sent far away from them, to live with her mother's sister. Her father, a man she had rarely met had expressed his love for her in his letters but had never called her back. Her mother would sometimes come to meet her, in those years; with swollen eyes and something dark in them; never taking her along when she went back.

Things somewhat settled down years later and she even got a sibling by then. A little sister with laughter in her eyes.

A laughing gurgling baby sibling was both a gift and a matter of great responsibility for eight-year-old Tejo. She had finally returned to her parents and lived with them and her cousins for ten more years. At eighteen, she had cleared her entrance and earned a heavy scholarship to pursue her studies. That had been the turning of her life and she had left Moga to fly to her dreams. At first, she had been unsure if her parents would support her leaving them; but luckily, they had been eager to allow her to pursue her goals. And since then, Tejo had never looked back.

At twenty-six, Tejo had finally earned her merit. After her post-graduation at twenty-two years of age, she had directly entered the doctoral programme and had finally sat for her thesis defense last week. With that completed, her convocation was the only bridge left to formally become Dr. Tejo Kaur Sandhu.

In all these years, she had remained away from her home. Sometimes internships, sometimes extra credit courses; she had never been able to return home. A few times her sister and mother had journeyed to meet her but that was it. Now for the first time in years, Tejo was back home.

The sound of the horn and the grunt of the engine broke her away from her thoughts. There was just one bus that went through that route to Moga. She had willingly travelled far away from the Highway, to experience the real flavour of the roads and needless to say; she was enjoying it immensely. However, when the bus came to view, another problem came up.

The bus was full to its maximum limit; people stuffed inside like bundled up samosas. She could see people plastered onto one another as they held on to the sides when turns and jerks came up the path. It screeched to a teetering stop in front of her and the conductor got out, wrenching himself away from a tangle of arms, legs, and hips.

“Chaliye Madam Ji!” he huffed and puffed as he quickly shoved her luggage to the side storage of the bus. Tejo however eyed the bus warily.

“Bhaiya, there is no space inside. I cannot go in,” she told him firmly.

The conductor eyed her carefully. “You can sit with the luggage on the top then Madam Ji. But you will have to adjust to the wind and the dust. It also gets very hot up there,” he told her.

Tejo eyed the carrier. “It's ok. I will sit there.” Saying so she paid him the fare and walked towards the back of the bus. The iron ladder gleamed in the sunlight. With a huff, she grasped it tightly and began climbing up. As she reached the top, her eyes took in the bundled suitcases and bags as well as something long stretched out under a sheet. She carefully stepped by the bags and made a small space for herself.

With a purr, the engine started and the bus began to move.

Hours passed by.

As the bus winded through the narrow roads, Punjab gleamed in all its glory. Her eyes fell on the vibrant crops swaying in the wind, the green fields singing the tales of the life of the people. She saw children running around in groups, shouting and giggling as they passed. Groups of women gathered together laughing at something or talking seriously. Men smiled as they greeted each other; a community filled with an ambience of respect and love.

For Tejo, with a soft smile spread on her face; it was heaven.

It was then that the bus braked suddenly and she lost her balance. Flailing wildly while trying to remain seated, she was thrown off her makeshift seat onto the long luggage under the sheet. She slammed onto it roughly and lay flat on it when the luggage spasmed and a loud sound came from it.

“Uff!”

Tejo froze and her eyes widened as the luggage began to squirm. A hand snaked out of the sheet and threw it off, only for a pair of hazel eyes to look up and meet her own brown gaze as she lay stretched on him. He stared at her for some time and then rolled his eyes.

“I know I am good-looking. But can you please get up?” he asked dryly.

Tejo reared back and quickly gathered herself. She placed her hands on his chest and lifted herself up, clambering back to her seat. “I am sorry. The bus suddenly braked. And I didn’t know….I mean I thought you were some luggage.”

“You thought I was luggage?” he repeated as he got up, rubbing his chest and looking at her with an affronted look on his face. “From which angle do I look like Luggage to you?”

“Look, I am sorry ok. It was an accident,” Tejo told him, her eyes taking in the yellow T-shirt that stuck to him like a second skin. His muscles flexed as he flung off the sheet, his feet spreading around as he made himself comfortable.

“Accident? Yeah right,” he snorted.

“Excuse me?” she snapped back. “Do you think I did this purposefully?”

“I didn’t say anything. You did,” he replied, his eyes gleaming.

“God,” she yelled out irritated. “What kind of a person are you? Why will I fall on you purposefully? You have a really disgusting mind.”

“What can I say,” he smirked at her, “women love me.”

“Well, I don’t. So definitely not interested and stay away. Talking to you is giving me a headache.”

His eyes flashed and a naughty smile spread on his lips. He lunged forwards and came close to her. She blinked back in surprise.

“I can definitely help you out with your ache,” he whispered to her huskily, his words full of innuendos.

Tejo reached out and grasped the collar of hisT-shirt pulling him closer. He gave her a surprised look, his earlier mischievousness fading.

“I can give you a very powerful ache by pushing you off this bus. Then you can give yourself whatever treatment you like,” she snapped at him.

A laugh broke out of him and he shook his head. “Well! Well! Good one Ms. Angry Bird. You are quite a spitfire, aren’t you?”

“Whatever I may be,” she drawled, “it is none of your concern. We have to travel together; so please maintain some decorum and," she poked him sharply till he backed away, “stop invading my private space.”

He grinned at her widely and settled himself right in front of her. With a chuckle, he leaned back and closed his eyes.

Tejo ignored him and sat quietly.

“By the way, where do you stay in Moga? That’s where you are going right?” he asked her all of a sudden.

As expected, she ignored him but he was not to be easily deterred. Holding the end of a rope that bound the luggage, he tugged it out and swung it at her, softly hitting her head.

“Hey!” she glared at him. “What’s your problem?”

“Where do you stay in Moga?” he asked his eyes bright.

Tejo gritted her teeth. “One more word out of you,” she told him slowly, “and I will throw you off the bus. You will splatter on the road, break a couple of bones and your address will be the hospital in Moga. Got it?”

“Ooh!” he watched her angry glare, “you are a piece of work, aren’t you? It's like your temper is ever-present on your nose, huh, Shadayein!”

“What?”

“Shadayein,” he prompted helpfully. “Since I don't think you will tell me your name, this is what I will call you. You can give me a name too. I love nicknames.”

Tejo shook her head disbelievingly. “Of all the people I had to meet; it had to be a Lafandar!”

“Lafandar!” he scrunched his nose. “How about Prince Charming? Or Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome? I suit those names better. Girls like that kind of men, right? In those Romance novels that you all read?”

“You have definitely read them,” Tejo threw back at him. “Must be a regular subscriber to actually believe that stuff. Anyway,” her eyes trailed up his frame, “it suits your personality.”

“Hey what –”

The bus slowed down and stopped as the conductor began to holler. “Moga Central!”

Tejo gave him a sarcastic smile and simply got up, stepping over his feet. She climbed down the ladder and before he could follow, the conductor climbed up to get the remaining luggage.

He finally managed to climb down but by then, the woman he had met had been long gone.

With a sigh, he crouched down and gently touched the soil with a prayer. After all, he was stepping into his birthplace after ten long years. As he pulled his bags from the storage, he chanced a look around, again.

There was no sight of her.

“Shadayein,” Fateh Singh Virk shook his head with a smile and walked off, pulling his luggage as he went.

The doors of the Gurudwara remained open for all. An environment of peace and serenity pervaded the place as people straggled in and out of it.

He sat with his head bowed in front of the Almighty.

Weak, drained, and wrung out; he felt a vicious restlessness haunt him.

For Amrik Singh Virk was tired.

Tired of failing every time he tried to earn back his place. Tired of facing the brunt of his father’s derision. Tired of trying to come out of the shadow of his own sibling who had been away for years.

How had life come to this!

Failure after failure! Defeat after defeat! It was as if, God had put only humiliation and weakness in his fate. Nothing else.

Nothing felt calm. Nothing felt like home anymore. In fact, he was not even needed anymore.

His eyes burned as the past few days flashed by him. The destructive video and the resultant fallout had taken away his father’s dreams in a blaze. There would be no more political career for Khushveer Singh Virk. Even if it did happen again; he would never reach the CMs seat. Those were his own actions in the past that had in a way damned him, but the blame of course went to the easiest target.

His father needed someone to blame; someone to hurt instead of accepting his own fault. And he was right there; easy and handy.

His father’s vitriolic words still buzzed in his mind. They had seared through him to imprint themselves on each and every cell inside his brain; repeating again and again in a vicious toxic cycle. He had tried to forget them; move on like he had done the previous times. But this time those red jagged wounds refused to heal.

On top of it, he was coming back too. His dear brother; the apple of his father’s eyes.

And now, there would be no more chances for the black sheep of the family.

He was useless anyway. Who would want to bank on him!

An agonized pain of rejection and self-hatred speared through him and he nearly cried out aloud. Bringing his feet close to him, he simply lay his head on his knees. His lips trembled and only one wish echoed through his entire being.

“Please let me have one more chance! Please let me succeed, just once!”

“Please let me have one more chance! Please let me succeed, just once!”

The softly murmured words met her ears. She turned around to see a man huddled by the pillar. He had drawn his knees towards himself and hid his face within his arms; as if he was barely holding himself back from shattering. There was an air of despair and desolation around him; something that tugged at her heart.

Memories of the past came to her when she had huddled herself inside the room, as her mother left her again. Knees drawn in, she had tucked her cheeks inside her arms, trying to stop the coldness from spreading as the sound of the car died away. The pain of abandonment, no matter how temporary or born of good intention; came flooding into her veins. Suddenly, she felt attached to that stranger, whoever it was; and she felt her heart quiver for him.

Just like her once, he had no one by his side.

Tejo blinked rapidly and clasped her hands in prayer.

“Baba Ji, I have nothing to ask of you except for the happiness and health of my family. Whatever boon I had asked, you have always blessed me with it. Today, please bless that man too. Let him have what he wishes,” she murmured softly and closed her eyes. May he be happy and get his one last chance, she prayed.

Dipping her head, she opened her eyes and got up. With a last look at the trembling figure, she stepped out of the Gurudwara to finally go to her home.

Oh my god Niki you're an excellent writer I swear. The way you described everything, I literally saw it unfold right before my eyes. Not to mention my brain actually played a background music that fit the mood. 😆

Fateh and Tejo's chemistry was sizzling hot But what I absolutely loved in this chapter was TejRik's debut. Tejo unassumingly granting her enemy a chance to get back at her was so exhilarating! It felt ominous yet I couldn't stop myself from liking it. It had an obvious underlying message...

Be careful what you wish for... ❤️

God I love it. Keep blessing us with these!!

Wow.. I just know that I’m going to fall in love with all characters and they are going to die and I’m going to cry. Even the ones left alive will never be the same, like the Tejo we learnt about in the prologue.😭

But I loovvveedd this chapter. Fatejo and TejRik have made spectacular entries. It looked like Fatejo would have a cute love story and TejRik a darker one but I have to wait for Fateh to learn that his Shadayein is Tejo Kaur Sandhu. Waiting for Jasmine to come in.

Awesome...love this chapter ... please update soon. Thank you so much 💓

Originally posted by: I_StanStrongFLs

Oh my god Niki you're an excellent writer I swear. The way you described everything, I literally saw it unfold right before my eyes. Not to mention my brain actually played a background music that fit the mood. 😆

Fateh and Tejo's chemistry was sizzling hot But what I absolutely loved in this chapter was TejRik's debut. Tejo unassumingly granting her enemy a chance to get back at her was so exhilarating! It felt ominous yet I couldn't stop myself from liking it. It had an obvious underlying message...

Be careful what you wish for... ❤️

God I love it. Keep blessing us with these!!

Thank you so much Mayuri❤️

I try to give a detailed view. I am glad it is working out.

Konsa BG music play kia tumne??😂

Both Fatejo and TejRik debuted. Both have completely different flavours na. I think you can somewhat guess what mess I am going to cook up 😈

I love ominous stuff...as you already know😬

Will update soon.

- Niki