Akdha FF :Phir Yeh Haseen Raat Ho Na Ho. - Page 2

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Didi update this one na

sayani..this are akdha VMs...bahut ache hai..

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sayani..this are akdha VMs...bahut ache hai..

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Chapter 1

Rajat was a fine art student of JJ Art college Mumbai. He was studying ancient art and restoration. Being one of the best students of his college, he had already worked in many restoration projects all over India. Now he was eyeing a big project under professor Dixit which was in Rajesthan Amer. He had been there already to get an overview of the project now he was almost ready with the paper work. He had worked late into the night yesterday and went to sleep on his desk. Now he was woken by this horrendous dream. Ever since he had returned from Amer he was having this dream. Rajat looked at his watch it was already a little late, he got up and went to the washroom. Got ready and went down stairs for his breakfast. Kapoor Manson was huge. Rajat knew in the end of the day he would have to join his fathers international antique business, that was his main reason for his interest ancient art and history. As he reached downstairs he saw radhe had already set the table for breakfast. “chacha maa kahan hai.”Rajat asked “ Rasoi mein chote babu.” He Radhe answered. “ Maa ...Maaa" Rajat shouted “ Arre ....Kiyun chilla raha hai.” shouted his mother Mrs Meera Kapoor coming out of the kitchen . “ Maa suna na kal main Rajesthan ja rahahun kaam se to mera saman zara pack kar dena.” He said gobbling up his breakfast “ Thik hai arre dhire kha.”his mother said “ late ho gaya .”saying this he left.

The next morning at 4:00 am he left for the airport. His flight was at 7:30 am he reached jaipur by 9:00 am. Rajat had his booking in Jaipur Marriott Hotel he reached his hotel in 10 mins and then waited at the lobby with his professor for his room keys. “ Rajat tum adhe ghanta mein taiyar hokar niche aao hume 10:30 am tak fort mein manager se milna hai.” Prof. Dixit said. “ Ji Sir thik hai" Rajat answered. He got his keys and went off to get fresh. After Rajat got ready he stood at the window and looked at the Amer fort which was visible from the hotel ( sorry if their is factual mistake in this , just my imagination havent been to jaipur yet.) The forested area arround it gave him an eerie feeling. He stared at it and again there was a flash in front of his eyes. “A fire raged in front of him and a femiliar voice shouted Jodhaaaaaaa.” “ Huh! “ He was sweating he looked away from the forest. Went to the wash room and splashed water on his face. What was happening to him? There was a knock at the door. Rajat looked at the watch on his hand, it was 9:30am. He came out of the wash room collected his back pack opened the door. The Prof. Stood in front of him" Arre Kya kar rahe ho Rajat der ho rahi hai na chali.” He said a little irritated. “ Ji sorry sir, Chaliye" he said taking out the keys card from its socket.

They reached the Amer fort arround 10: 15am The Manager Mr Shinghania was waiting for them. “ Welcome Proff.Dixit. Aur Rajat kaise hai Aap.” He asked Rajat personally as he had met them before. “ Bas chal raha hai.” Rajat answered “ Aaiye andar chalte hai” he said. “ “ Aap logon ke sath ek team jo Archeological survey of India se aya hai woh bhi kaam kare gi. Yeh team Kolkata university ke archeology dept se aai hui hai.” He said “ Aaiye .” As they entered the Huge doorway of the Amer fort Rajat had a weird sense of dejavu just like last time. He felt like he had been here many times. Not just the second time.They walked to the main hall of the palace where the family paintings were present “ These are the paintings that have to be restored.”Prof. And Rajat went to the painting all of them were lined up on the walls. The Manager tells them the name of the images “Raja Puranmal , Raja Bhim Singh, Raja Ratan Singh, Raja Bhagwandas,Mirza Raja MaanSingh ,” Rajat stops in front of the image of Raja Bharmal and stares at it he has a weird feeling about these . “These are the queens and princesses.” He introduced them one by one then he came to Raja Bharmal's family. “ This is Rani Mainavati , her elder daughter Harka Bai or Jodha Bai who was also called Marium uz zammani, Maillika e hind she was the wife of Akbar., this here is Princesses Sukanya, and Princess Shivani.” Rajat had stopped in front of Jodha’s image he felt a weird sense of attachment to it he couldn’t take his eyes off of that beautiful face. The big doe shaped brown eyes. And the beautiful smile. He felt like he could look at it for ever. Then he heard it, the sound of anklets.He turned arround to see the same doe shaped eyes staring at him. There she stood wearing a yellow churidar with white thread work. Her hair was open she wore beautiful pair of pearl chandbali in her ear, her long silky hair was tied in a high pony. He felt like he would stop breathing. There she was, who was she . Why did she seem so familiar.

“ Welcome Miss Ganguly.I hope you had a comfortable journey.” Mr Singhania asked. “ Yes... Yes Mr Shighania. Everything was to the point. So where is the site for the dig.” She asked. Rajat just couldn’t take his eyes off her. “ In a minute, first let me introduce you, This is Proff. Dixit from JJ art college, and this is senior year fine art student and intern Mr Rajat Kapoor.” She shook hands with Proff. Dixit. Rajat extended his hand to her for a hand shake she took it both of them looked at each other.

Paridhi couldn’t quite pinpoint the feeling she had seeing the man in front of her. She felt like she knew him for ages. He was about 5’10” tall lean muscular figure sharp features and his eyes were dark brown and mysterious like a magnet that pulled you to him. She couldn’t look away why did she feel like this. She had a flash of visions. Sshe was running in between the pillars of a huge hall she wore a green lehenga her dupatta flew in the air. The sound of her anklets echoed arround the palace. “ hahaha ... Agar aap ne humein pakar liya aap jo change mileage Shahenshah.” She looked back and laughed she could see him running behind her he wore his sword fight practice clothes. “ Aap rukiye , agar aap ko humne pakar liya to aap ko jurmana bharna parega” As she reached the end of the hall way he caught her and pulled her to him.She collided with his chest. He looked into her beautiful eyes. “ Aab Kahan jaengi aap .” he said she looked him shyly. He softly moved a lock of hair behind her ears “ Jane dijiye humein Sahanshah.” She said. “ Bilkul nahi humara jurmana.” He said he looked at her petal soft lips ,touched it softly with his finger. Then came close to capture it with his lips, but she tickled him and took him off guard, then she ran away laughing. He looked at her going and smiled.

Paridhi looked at Rajat surprised. What was that? What did she just see. .

Paridhi was the only daughter of the Ganguly family. The apple of the eye of her father ,Mr Rajiv Ganguly, mother Mrs Pooja Ganguly and elder brother, Partha Ganguly. She was full of life and a very kind hearted girl. She had always been interested in history especially Indian history especially the mughal era and history of Rajasthan. She loved everything about her life and was exceptionally brave but there was one thing that she was scared of the most and that was fire. Something weird happened every time she came in front of fire. From her childhood she had dreams of someone calling her she always felt she had to be some where. As if someone was waiting for her, as if she was waiting for someone. As if she had some unfinished business. She used to get restless seeing things like couples enjoying time together, when ever her parents had spoken about her marriage she had denied it. But when asked for a reason she had said she did not have one.

She had been on seventh heaven when her mentor Mrs Bashak had informed her about the project in Amer. It seemed they had found a grave in the middle of the forest next to Amer Fort which dated back to the 16th century. She had felt something had pulled her to this particular project. She had agreed to go immediately, and standing here looking at the man standing in front of her she felt like there was more to this than just the project it felt like she was connected to this man some how. She wanted to keep looking at him stay like this for ever and never let him go. She was scared to let his hand go, as if he might disappear.

Rajat felt the same as if he would let the hand go and she would disappear

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Chapter 2

Prof. Dixit looked at Paridhi in amazement “Yaar main ne apne life time me itna resemblance kisi ke face main nahi dekha.” He was standing in front of Harkabai's picture. He moved away. Paridhi smiled “ Haan main jaanti hun .... You know what sir I felt ....pata nahi mujhe ek ajeeb sa connection mehsus hua with this place last time I came here.” She said looking directly at Rajat. “Do you know she was quite a mystery.” Said Dr Bashak who was with Paridhi. “ From arround October 1569 there were no proper record of her it was said she died at child birth but her child was born in August then what had actually happened. Now this grave, I smell foul play some where.” “Mr Shighania aap ne kaha tha ke aapko Harkabai ke kamre se bhi kuch chije mili hai kya aap dikha sakte hai.” Rajat asked “Haan Zarur Chaliye.” Everyone turned to leave but Rajat and Paridhi stood there for a few minuteski more. The were still staring at each other. They just couldn’t move away. But the Prof. Dixit cleared his throat. They came out of their revere. “ Chalein.” Prof. Said. “ Let’s go .” Rajat told. They went out of the main hall and crossed the garden in the huge courtyard and took the stairs to the upper chamber at the end of the long corridor facing the aravalli hills and the forest was Harka's room. All of them entered but Paridhi stopped on the out side , felt a weird sense of dejavu. Then again she had a flash “ Hum nahi denewale apni churdiya Jodha didi ko. Unhe kahiye apni churdiya laye.” She heard a voice. “ Didi jijasa ki yaad rahi hai kya.” “ chal hat tang mat kar.” The she heard laughter.

Paridhi stood at the threshold shocked and scared. Rajat suddenly held her hand, she looked into his eyes, there was a sense of reassurance in them, like they said I'm there don’t worry. “Kuch nahi hoga chalo.” He said.Rajat didn’t know why he felt obliged to help her but he did. She walked in. “Aiye yeh hai Harka bai ka kamra.” They looked arround. Again Mr Singhia said “ Yeh dekihye yeha se woh jangal dikhta hai jaha kaber mila hai.” All of them walked to the window. Paridhi held the parapet tight. She felt a shiver run down her spine, Rajat could see the fear in her eyes.He automatically put his hand on hers to reassure her. She turned her plam in his and held his hand. It felt like they were getting ready to face the same adversary.

She looked arround the room, it was circular in shape. The walls were studded with precious stones. She looked at the mirror on the wall it was so femiliar. “ Now see here ,” Said Mr Singhania. He pushed the panel on the wall.it slide open. Inside there was a trunk. He pulled it out. “ This compartment was some how undiscovered actually the mechanism was not working for some reason. So we couldn’t open it but last month we opened it.” Paridhi sat down in front of it she touched it with a lot of love. “ She has kept her most precious things in this ,these things were more important to her than her life.” Paridhi said. “ How do you know Pari.” Asked Mrs Basak. “ I just do mam.” She answered. “ Do you know what is there" Rajat asked suddenly. Paridhi looked into his eyes “ Prithviraj Raso that Kuwar Sujamal gave, her journal, gold bansuri for her kanha's idol given to her by Sahanshah, her Kanha’s idol. And his painting made by her.” She said with confidence. He gave a smirk. Paridhi felt a jolt of familiarity. Like she knew this smirk her heart started racking fast.

“ She is absolutely right.” Said Mr Shighania. He took out the things one by one. The gold plated Prthviraj Raso, Paridhi took it in her hand and caressed it a drop of tear fell on the book. Then he took out a gold flute. She took it in her hand. Rajat smiled it looked familiar to her too. he then took out the idol of sri krishna. Paridhi took it and touched it to her forehead. They then took out a painting. It had destroyed with age. “ Rajat this one needs to be restored.” Rajat took it in his hand .Paridhi came to him and took it in her hand. Touched it lovingly. Then came out an ornate journal. It was dusty with age the pages were yellow with age. Paridhi took it in her hand.

She opened the first page, and read out loud.

“ yeh pustak Raj Kuwari Harka ki amanat hai.”

She looked up at them n amazement. She turned to the next page. It was a journal or a diary.

She read the first entry

“Aaj maasa se bahut dant paidi...ghoda lekar akele mahal se bahar chali gayi thi. Par kya karu eysa laga jaise ke yeh khuli hawayen, yeh Baadal yeh , parwat, yeh sab mujhe pakar rahi hai. Maasa to mujhe mehel mein hi baandh kar rakhna chahti hai. Aur main udna chahti hun khuli hawa mein.”

“She was a free spirit.” Prof. Dixit said. “ Yes that she was. No one had been able to curb her not even Jalal.” Paridhi said with a weird sense of familiarity. “In her life time I dont think she called her by that name it was always Sahenshah.” Rajat said.

Jalal pulled her dupatta. “Idhar Aaiye.” He said. “ Humein jane dijiye Sehenshah humein bahut kaam hai" She had said. “ kya kaam hai aur yeh kya humesa Sahenshah Sahenshah laga rakha hai hum aapke shauhaur hai Sahanshah nahi.” He the pulled her to him and slowly put his hand on her bare hips “ humein Jalal kahiye.” Jodha looked down shyly , Jalal put a finger under her chin and made her look up , “ kahiye na" he said. “ Nahi humse nahi hoga” Saying this she hid her face in his chest.

Paridhi looked at him surprised. “ you know we should go to the site now.” “Can I take the journal, I just want to read it .” said Rajat. “ I don’t think it would be advisable it is very old, there are full chances that it might just fall apart.” Said Paridhi. “ Why don’t you guies come to dinner with us we are staying at Marriott, we can have a reading session then.” Said Proff. Dixit giving a knowing smile to Rajat. Rajat blushed and looked away. “ Yes let’s go to the site now.” Said Mr Shighania. They left the upper hall for the palace grounds Paridhi lingered in the room for a moment and then left. The jeeps were waiting for them, two of them. They boarded it. Proff Dixit and Dr Bashak got into one jeep and Paridhi and Rajat got into the other one. Rajat sat in the front with the driver and Paridhi and Mr Shighania at the back. Paridhi could feel his eyes on her as he kept looking at her in the rareview mirror. She tried hard not to look but in the end she gave up and looked into the mirror. She was lost, his eyes were dark brow mysterious and magnetic she just couldn’t look away. She was lost in those eyes. He looked down then looked up at her and smirked. There was that smirk why was this smirk so familiar. He loved it when she blushed.