Hello everyone.I have also decided to write an AM fanfic.😳This is the first time I"m writing a fanfic so plz bear with me.Definitely there will be a lot of mistakes.Do comment and feel free to critisize.
About the story : Well this is six years into the future so there are a few things which I'd like to clarify. Few things did not happen like:
* Pranay and Mets never slept together.
*The rape didnt happen.So obviously all the events after the rape dont happen either.
*Also Adi did not confess his love to Maithili.
Rest is almost the same though I will alter the AM scenes slightly.
This fanfic is dedicated to Neetu(desi chic) since it was her beautiful fanfic "Haqeeqat" which inspired me to write my own fanfic😳.....and of course to AM.And if it wasn't her constant threats to hit me with her invisbile danda,I wouldnt even have posted this.😆 This fanfic is kinda inspired by another story that I had read long back.Dont really remember the name but it was one of the best stories that I have ever read.So.....hope you all like it.......Oh and plz dont use the sig below.Actually its not a sig.Its a banner for this fanfic.And the poem on the banner has NOT been written by me.I suck at poetry.😆I just found it somewhere.
Index:
Ch1-Pg1
Ch2-Pg 2
Ch3-Pg4
Ch4-Pg6
Ch5-Pg8
Ch6-P11
Ch7-Pg14
Ch8-Pg17
Ch 9 -Pg 21
Ch 10 - Pg 24 (two parts)
Ch 11- Pg 27
Ch 12- Pg 30
Ch 21 - Pg 44 (two parts)
Ch 22 - Pg 46
Ch 23 - Pg 49
Chapter One
She opened the door and stepped out into the chilly morning. Stuffing her hands in the pockets of her black woollen coat, she looked around.
It had rained last night as could be made out from the dampness on the ground, the moisture in the air. Looking towards the Aggarwal house, she could make out that everyone was still asleep or she would have seen some of the normal hustle bustle that took place every morning.Sameer Papa talking a short walk on the front lawn.......as he did every morning,Tiny and Bheem irritating the gardener by playing football near his laboriously grown plants.........as they did every morning. Wrapping her scarf around her head, she set off for her morning walk, booted feet clicking softly on the damp ground.
It had gotten considerably colder since the last few days. Everyone had been complaining about it since such winters were uncommon in Mumbai. She didn?t really mind it though. She preferred winters anyway. She liked the peaceful silence and calmness that they brought with them....something which she used to hate a few years back. Summers usually meant happiness and bright days. Words she wouldn?t or rather couldn?t associate with her life.No, her life was like a long, dark winter.
Funny how time changes things...............how time changes people.
She walked at a relaxed pace, a cold breath circling her head. She pulled her arms closer to her body and snuggled her chin within the warm folds of her red and black scarf. She entered the park which she visited every morning.It was still empty except for the old gardener and the watchman. Slowing down she stopped in front of the gardener who smiled at her in greeting.
" Ramu Kaka,aap meri baat kabhi nahi maninge na? Kitni baar aap se kaha hai, itni sardi mein aapko kam nahi karna chahiye".............something she told him everyday. (Ramu kaka you never listen to me. How many times have I told not to work in this cold weather?)
He replied what he told her everytime she asked this question," Beta kaam nahin karunga to paise kahan se aainge? (If I don?t work,then how will I earn money for my livelihood?)
And like always she didn?t know what to say. Smiling softly she extended her right hand which held a blue box towards him.
"Beta tum bhi tho meri baat nahin maanti.Roz mere liye khana laati ho, aadat bigaar di hai meri." (You also never listen to me. Bringing food for me everyday, you have spoiled my habits.)
She waved him goodbye and continued her walk,a few strands of her hair escaping from the scarf and dancing to the light breeze.She went and sat on "her" bench...............hers because she would always sit there reading a book or just watching children play around. Almost everyone who visited the park knew she always sat there, so they would usually sit somewhere else.
This was her favorite part of her whole day. Sitting there, thinking nothing, just enjoying the blissful silence. It was only at this time that her mind would get some peace from her thoughts......her ever present agonizing thoughts.
An hour later, she walked out of the park. Raising her hand, she checked the black watch on her pale wrist. It read 7:30 am. She could now see people up and about,the quiet calm roads now getting busy.She walked towards the flower stall on the side of the road, the lovely fragrance of all the flowers beckoning her.The flower seller handed her a bunch of white lilies.........like he did everyday. Paying the vendor, she turned and walked ahead.
She clutched the flowers close to herself, the pleasant fragrance calming her senses.After walking for another 15 minutes she stopped in front of the cast iron gates of the cemetary.Taking a deep breath, she walked inside, her step graceful, her head bowed. Stopping in front of a tombstone, she knelt. Placing a few lilies atop the grave, she whispered softly," Morning Dadu."
Her day was never complete without talking to him, telling him about what was going with her, how her work was going.........Just like she used to do before he was gone................
After a few minutes,she whispered a soft goodbye and got up, a deep ache in her heart, unshed tears in her eyes.
Weaving in between tombstones she moved towards the far corner of the cemetary.Stopping again in front of a tombstone, this one a dull grey comapared to the pure white of the former, she knelt down and placed the remaining flowers atop the grave. She stared at the words engraved on the stone, an ache in her heart again though not as deep as before.This ache was mixed more with guilt.She bowed her head and muttered a few prayers.
Raising her head and looking at the tombstone again, Maithili got up and walked away, the rays from the now fully risen sun shining behind her on the black engraved words.
PRANAY KAUL
1985-2007
Beloved son,brother and husband.
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