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FF: Mohabbat Door Jaane Na De- Chapter 2

Part 2:



It was early in the morning. As meri saanso main tu muskuraaye began to play and Arnav smiled. He hadn’t slept peacefully in days. But his mothers song and the voice, somehow seemed to set everything right for him. But his smile turned into a frown as he realised his mother had run away during his chachi’s wedding. Arnav tossed and turned, and woke up in a startle.
After his mother had left the house on that fateful night they had been told their father who had left the house in humiliation to deal with it on his own for a few days had died in a land slide in the Himalayas.  Arnav’s chachi Sunita, who was during whose wedding all this had happened was the one caretaker .  
Sunita was a sweet natured lady,  and many people said, Anjali was a replica of her chachi.  She looked more like her daughter than Pramila’s. Sunita had grown up in the Raizada house, with her older sister and had fallen in love with a painter. 
Little did she know that her husband was not a good natured man. He and his evil intentions had come out only after they had tied the knot and she had been as shocked and betrayed. After marrying Arnavs chachi, he had gotten so greedy seeing the riches around him, he wanted all of it.
At first he had tried to be nice with Arnav and Anjali. But very soon, he had started to blame them for every little thing. He would criticise them for not being brought up well, and how they were pampered, and how they didn’t know about the ways of the world. He would taunt them saying the silver spoon they were brought up with, was not going to fetch them anything. 
Then one day, when chacha tried to raise his hand on Anjali, for something she hadn’t done the issue went so much out of hand that he had ended up pushing her from the first floor of the Sheesh Mahal thus injuring her badly.  Arnav who had witnessed all of this was so angry, that he had flung a flower vase at his chacha, in the process injuring him. 
That was the final blow and also the opportunity the monster was perhaps looking for, cos this now when he without caring and thinking, took this as the best opportunity to throw the kids out of the house. Chachi’s repeated requests and begging met deaf ears. On the contrary he chose to strike her as well.  Though very young Arnav had learnt and realised, he would have to take care of his sister from now on, and protect from all the evils in this world, even if it meant it were his own family.
Sunita made sure that the kids were safely sent off to her mother in Delhi where they would be taken care of away from the eyes of husband. She felt this would be the best for all. This whole experience had had such a bad effect on Anjali who had otherwise grown up in a closed pampered environment that, Arnav had no other option but to grow up faster than his age would demand and  protective towards his sister, especially after learning, she would carry a limp from her fatal fall all her life. 
 He would see her wince in pain and cry all the time, struggling to walk, walking up in the middle of the night restless remembering,calling out and missing her mother,  father and their life in Sheesh Mahal.  Arnavs Nani came from a middle class household and was totally principled and strict. She had been a school teacher. She had never been for Pramila’s marriage in the first place since she knew there would be a clash of classes. But her daughter had been so adamant; Savithri had no choice but to agree. What’s worse,  no sooner had she gotten married, Pramila had taken her sister away too saying she would bring her up there. Savithri was left with her good for nothing son Rajesh. 
Rajesh had made matters worse for Savithri by falling in love with a lady who had come to work has their domestic help and cook. Savithri hadn’t approved of this either, but she had been so dejected after how she had lost both her children, she thought she wouldn’t be able to afford losing her son as well and had readily accepted her uncouth, loud mouthed daughter in law.
At first it was really difficult for the children to adjust with their grand-mother and their small house. They had been so used to being pampered, and getting everything they had wanted, it was almost like a new world. But Anjali had adjusted. They would walk to school and Arnav would see Anjali staring at a toy wanting it and then turning away since she perhaps knew she would not be able to get. 
Her grandmother had taught her, that god never disappointed a true devotee and that she could pour out to the almighty and wait for good things to happen to her. According to nani, umeed kabhi nahi chorna chahiye kyunki oopar waaley ke ghar main der hai andher nahi.
Arnav however had lost total faith in god by then.  He had learnt early in life, if he needed to fulfil his sisters wishes and also get what they want, he would have to do this bit. He was always driven by strong thoughts and passion. By the time he was 13, Arnav had already befriended Mahendar Dada, a local goon. Mahendar was a supari killer and Arnav had saved him one day from the police. When Mahendar had asked Arnav, what he wanted in return, Arnav saw a bundle of notes popping out of his pocket and said, he wanted those.
When Mahendar pulled out the stack to readily give it to him, Arnav tactfully said, I don’t want all of it now, but a little every month, in return of work. 
Precap: Did Arnav go the wrong way to make quick bucks?

Niha
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Posted by on August 18, 2011 in Mohabbat Door Jaane Na de

 

FF: Mohabbat Door Jaane Na De

Dear friends,

Here is an attempt to write a short fan-fiction story based on the characters of the show Is Pyar ko kya Naam do .. Hope you enjoy it.


The story starts right from Arnavs childhood, tracing why and how he went on to become the man he is, before he met Khushi and then they fall in love … But Khushi has a past too … I will not give much away … but just post … Part One down here !! Hope you guys enjoy reading it and also leave your comments behind for my feedback !! its almost been a year since i wrote an FF and i hope i finish this off in 12-15 parts !!

                                                       Part 1


The Raizada family was one of the most well known families in Lucknow. Everyone not only talked about how they were the family with respect and principles but people also talked of the love between the Raizada couple Mukesh Raizada and Pramila Raizada that seemed to be forever in love with one another. Even in social gatherings they were cited as the perfect couple. To 10 year old Arnav, his family was the best gift god had given him. Having been brought up by his superstitiously god fearing mother and a rationalist father, Arnav supposed had the best of both worlds according to the rest of the family that included cousins and relatives who were jealous of the opulent Sheesh Mahal that was the pride of the town.
 Arnav however was always afraid of his father’s blunt and reticent ways. He would never have the guts to walk up to him and ask him for anything he wanted. He always chose to turn to his Mo, (that’s what he called his mother) to ask for whatever he wanted and during most times, before she would go ahead, he would back out saying he didn’t want it anymore. Arnav easily trusted anyone that showed him love and affection, and this to him was a perfect arrangement since his mother and father would obviously not betray that trust.
The one person he never really liked was his elder sister Anjali who always seemed to get preferential treatment since she was a girl. Whenever they fought, his mother would say “Arnav beta, didi se nahi ladte wo ladki hai, aur Raizada khaandan main humesha aurato ki izzat ki jaati hai”. Even his dad would openly pamper Anjali while Arnav always wondered why women needed that kind of petting. He knew he would do without it as well.
When Po, or his dad, had just gotten Anjali a beautiful doll from Germany after one of his international tours Arnav didn’t for one bit like the idea of how Anjali had gone on and on about it innocently without realising her brother was least interested in how pretty her doll looked and how many ways it could talk and greet people. Mukesh had gifted Arnav with a bunch of books on Germany and its history, but that didn’t interest Arnav one bit.
Alag Alag desho ke itihaas ke bare main jaana, logon aur unki Vidhiyo ko samajhna accha hota hai . Aur main chahta hoon ke tum bade hokar poori duniya ghoomo .. aur yeh tum vidya ke bagair nahi kar paaoge “
Arnav didn’t get it. Why didn’t his father ever get him what he wanted? Whereas, Anjali always had it easy. She would get toys to play with, she would always be smiling, giggling and running around the house, whereas he would be subject to hours of lectures by his father who would read to him, narrate experiences, his travels as well as the knowledge he had possessed. Sometimes Arnav would dose off, but Mukesh was a hard task master, he would not allow this lenience with his son. After all he had big dreams and plans for him.
Mo, was a fabulous singer. People called her Koyal. Sudarshan masterji was her Guru, and he would come every morning to train her. Arnavs day would begin with her riyaz and this melody soothed his ears. As the song Meri saanso main tu muskuraaye would begin each morning, he would half wake up but deliberately not open his eyes, since this would be his excuse to wait for his mother to personally come and call out to him.
Mo would still be humming, as she would walk into the room. She would come to the bed, turn the fan off first, peal three badams that she would have soaked over-night, and then stroke Arnavs forehead, kiss it and sweetly ask him to wake up. Arnav would turn around, hug his mo, and cuddle for a couple of seconds, before he would actually open his eyes. He didn’t like the idea of having badams every morning, but his mother’s pleasant face would force him not to refuse. This was his daily routine almost.
And then one day when Arnav and Anjali had just returned from school they heard loud voices shouting. It was their Mo and Po. To Arnav and Anjali this was strange considering they had never seen their parents fight. So they stopped by the door, and while Anjali does want to go ahead Arnav stops her asks her to wait on.
From their conversation, they can hear the mother cry  and say  “ aur rahiye aap apni duniya main meri kya galti hai .. agar aap apni duniya main busy nahi hote toh aisa kabhi nahi hota “
Po: itna sab kuch hone ke baad, tum abhi bhi apne aap ko justify kar rahi ho … I can’t believe thisPam.
Mo: toh maine galat kya kiya  duniya ke liye hum hai ek perfect couple, par sacchayi kya hai .. yeh sirf hum dono hi jaante hai .
Both the kids are shell shocked hearing this ..What were their parents talking about. A near drop trickles down Anjalis eyes as she is shell shocked and for the first time a protective instinct takes over Arnav as he see’s sister totally close up, tensed, and nervous almost shivering. He holds her hand assuringly whispers it would be fine. Anjali is almost about to burst out crying when Arnav shuts her mouth asking her to keep it low. But it’s too late, Pramila has sensed commotion.
Mo: baccho ke aane ka time ho gaya hai . Hum baad main baat karenge is bare main 
From the other end, the children do not hear the father respond!
Later that day, Pramila comes into their bedroom and notices Anjali’s a tear stained face.
Mo: Anjali beta kya hua  ( she asks worried)
In silent sobs Anjali is about to open her mouth when Arnav strongly gestures her not to say anything. Mukesh also turns up by then and the focus is shifted completely to Anjali. The family no longer wants to know what went wrong; they divert their entire focus on Anjali and wanting to set her mood right. The parents perhaps were trying to cover their guilt by being extra nice to the children.
After the parents leave, Anjali turns to Arnav and says “ chote aapne hume kuch kehne se kyun roka “
Arnav: Pata nahi di .. maine aapko kyun roka, main bhi nahi jaanta maine aapko kyun roka .. lekin maine jo kiya mujhe wo sahi laga I am sorry di 
Anjali sweetly smiled at his brother and said .. “ theek hai chote, lekin agli baar agar aisa kuch humne suna toh .. hum ma, papa se baat zaroor karenge aur unse poochenge ke wo humse kya chupa rahey hai .. “
Though younger Arnav nods and assures his sister, but he can’t sleep peacefully that night, since something inside him begins to tick him and tell him, something is terribly wrong and he feels he may not be able to do much about it either.
Three months later, News is splashed all over the papers about how Pramila Raizada had during a family wedding disgraced the entire khaandan and run away with her music teacher while Mukesh had gone off on his business tours. 



Niha
 
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Posted by on August 17, 2011 in Mohabbat Door Jaane Na de