Hi Guys 😃
Chandu here. I am posting an FF. I saw Ishaqzaade , yesterday again after quite a while and this has just been going on in my mind since then. This is inspired from the movie but I guess it'll be a bit different as well . So here goes the prologue and let me knows if you guys liked it 😊
6 months back
Mehek looked at herself in the mirror. Sure, she looked beautiful as always, maybe just a tad bit less feminine than what her mother wished she looked like but that was what she liked. Femininity was overrated and contorted into the essential idea of being appealing to a man. That right there was the least of her worries. Probably, not so much for her mother who wished she put on those pretty glass bangles that she had bought for her especially from Bareilly and maybe a little bindi. Also, maybe even those anklets made from real silver that she had given to her on her 18th birthday. However, she didn't. Instead she pulled on her jeans and a plain white kurti. She quickly pulled her long brown hair into a ponytail and pulled out her lip balm from the dressing tables drawer to moisture her chapped lips. Despite the fact that she wasn't exactly very conscious about her looks, Mehek wanted to look presentable today, at the very least, for today was the very first day of her college.
Present day
Mehek pushed the bangles onto her wrists one by one. They were very fragile and she really couldn't afford for them to break, therefore she took her time putting them on. She had had her mother order them all the way from Delhi, for try as she had, she hadn't been able find any red bangles here in Almore, that would be exquisite enough, to catch his attention. She couldn't afford to just about wear anything. They had to be beautiful enough for him to find them appealing on her hands and they had to be red, because he liked red. She had heard him say that to Vicky when they were discussing the colour of the banners for the rally. He had said it symbolized danger and in spite of knowing the fact that the man himself was synonymous with danger, she had fallen irrevocably in love with him. It baffled her sometimes, that the family she had grown up hating was the one that she saw herself being a part of someday. Whereas the man who she had always known to be the enemy was the one whose woman she wanted to become. For all that Mehek Sharma yearned to be was Shaurya Khanna's wife.
