Chapter- 1Sydney,Australia
So,Miss Agarwal. What did you think???That while Mom is away you can act according to your wishes??See,I was away only for a week and you both have gone out of control.',her mother spoke in her usual manner.
I am really,really sorry Mom.Please give us one last chance.I promise it won't happen again.',she pleaded.
What? What won't happen again?'
I promise that I won't work till late in the night.I promise that I won't skip my meals for my work and I promise that I won't bury myself in the files .',she said to her mother in an innocent tone.
Miss Rashi Agarwal,your Mom knows her children better than they know themselves.So,don't try to fool me.You are just like your dad.Both of you.Workalcoholics.I have accepted my fate.My twins are carbon copies of their father.None of them bothered to become like me.',her Mom said in a false crying tone.
Rashi sighed.She knew her mother.Sometimes she felt that instead of a choreographer her Mom should have been an actress.
In case you are forgetting my dear but I am an actress too.I did nearly seven plays before devoting my life to dance.Dancing is my passion whereas acting is my hobby.',she replied as if she had read Rashi's mind.
Turkan as rashi's mom...LOL...BRILLIANT ๐
Rashi was not surprised.Her Mom had done it before several times.Sometimes ,she suspected that her Mom knew how to read minds.
Mom,how ,how...
How do I manage to do this?No,I certainly don't know how to read minds.Its just simple deductions and nothing else.But we are not diverting from our conversation.Don't think that I won't scold you.Working the entire night in the office????? Not sleeping properly??? You are not even attending any parties or picnics.What do you want?? Isolation from the world??? And where is your partner-in-crime?? Where is Ronnie?Ronnie!! Ronnie!!! RONNIE!!!'
Rashi smiled to herself.Her mom was like that only.She was not only a brilliant dancer but a skilled painter and singer as well.In other words,an accomplished artist.She was the coolest mom in the entire universe.The eternally happy-go-lucky person,Mrs Trisha Agarwal,is poles apart from her husband who had seriousness running in his veins.Yet,when these two come together they spell charm,elegance and perfection.Both understood each other completely.Though their professions and interests did not match .Their beliefs and ideologies contrasted.And that is something which made Mr Alok Agarwal and Mrs Trisha Agarwal the best couple and according to her and Ronnie,the coolest and most awesome parents.
Her father,Mr Alok Agarwal,was an entrepreneur.He owned one of the biggest hotel chains in the world.Strong and intimidating yet gentle to his family.He was a no nonsense man and did not like to beat about the bush unlike her mother whose every word carried a riddle.Yet the common thing between her parents was that they both were extremely smart and could do anything for their family.
By the way,Rashi,I have decided that you should take a break from work for a couple of months.'
MONTHS?? No!!! Mom,you know that's not possible.'
Its useless to argue with me, Rashi.Hmmm,lets see.Where should you go for a vacation?How about New Delhi?Its been ages since you have visited Ira aunty.That's the best idea.Yes.You will leave for Delhi tomorrow itself.'
But Mom...'
No buts'.You should better start packing.And where is Ronnie?Ronnie!! Ronnie!!! RONNIE!!!'
Rashi sighed.
So,what to do now?Rashi Ma'm ,ab chalo Delhi',she thought to herself.
New Delhi,India
It was a hot day.No.Actually,it was a very hot day.This was Delhi.Extremely hot in summers and extremely cold in winters.Though sometimes the climate varied.Weather was,well,unpredictable.Just like life.Roaming near the India Gate,he was wondering on his philosophical thoughts.Philosophy.How much he loved that word! Given a chance,he would have Socrates a run for his money.Though,his only philosophy was his freewill.
Hey Ari,you seem lost.What happened?',spoke his friend Vicky.
Nothing.I was just wondering...'
What? Is it something special?Or maybe someone special?'
No.Not yet.By the way,where are we supposed to go now?
Humayun's Tomb and then the Red Fort.',said Vicky.
Great!!! And what about the Qutub Minar?
Okay,we will visit that place too.But I have one question in mind.Please answer it.'
Shoot'
You have been visiting Delhi every year since your childhood.And whenever you come here you visit all these places like a tourist who visits them for the first time.Why?'
There is a charm in these places.Each one of them has a different story to tell.Maybe,I am looking for a story too.Maybe,you know,some untold story.'
Story?But history was never your cup of tea.Why on earth..'
My friend,no more questions for the day.Come on,lets visit the remaining places and get back to your house.I want to have my cup of ginger tea.'
Bbbut what about the story?The story you were talking abou..'
Dude,enough of stories now.And moreover every story is incomplete without a plot.I am the theme of this story.I just need a plot.'
Yes,yes!! As if your plot will fly down and appear before you.'
Who knows,my friend?Who knows?',he winked.
Rashi's flight had landed.She was waiting for her aunt.Ira aunty had called to inform that they were stuck in the traffic.She was getting bored.So she took out some papers related to work and while she walking she collided with someone.'
Ouch'
Ouch,I am soo sorry,I am sorry..'
Its okay.Let me help'
She gathered her papers and stood up.She clearly saw with whom she had collied.It was a man with spectacles. He was most probably in his early thirties.
I am so sorry..',she began
Its okay.I am fine.I am sorry too.',he spoke politely before walking away.
She turned back to see her aunt standing looking extremely happy.She touched her aunt's feet and sought her blessings.Her aunt was overjoyed to meet her.
Rashi dear,how are you?How is Ronnie?And how are Alok and Trisha?'
Calm down,Aunty Ira.Lets go.I will tell you everything in the car.'
They went to Aunty Ira's house where she met her cousin Tina.
Rashi!!!! Its been such a long time.Two whole years!!!'
She was chatting with Tina when another girl entered the room.She was tall and beautiful and had an affectionate smile on her face.
Oh,Rashi,I forgot to introduce to her.She is Falguni Mehta.My friend from Mumbai.Falguni,this is Rashi,my cousin.',said Tina.
Hi ,Rashi.Nice to meet you.',Falguni spoke warmly.
Hi,Falguni.Nice to meet you too.'
They shook hands.Even though they were meeting for the first time,yet Rashi felt as if she knew Falguni.She felt a feeling of strong affinity with her.It was completely strange.
Later,when she was alone,she took out her papers again.She was shocked to find that they were not her papers.They read:
Thesis On The First Female Monarch Of The Delhi Sultanate,
Razia Sultan
By Nikhil Nirmalaya
She was dumbfounded.How did these papers land in her bag!! And who was Nikhil Nirmalaya??Then ,it occurred to her.
Oh my god!!! That guy at the airport.Nikhil Nirmalaya.My papers!!! Oh my god!!!',she exclaimed
Hopelessly,she flipped through the pages when she noticed an ID.It was his ID with his picture and number.She was overjoyed.Immediately,she called him up.
Hello,am I speaking to Mr Nikhil Nirmalaya?'
Yes.May I know who it is?'
Mr Nirmalaya,I am Rashi Agarwal.Remember,that girl with whom you collided this morning.'
Oh yes!!! I remember.And our papers got'
Exchanged'
Yes.Please ,Miss Agarwal.I need those documents.And I have your papers safely with me.Can you meet me and take them back and return my papers.'
Of course!! We should meet tomorrow itself.Let me think where to meet.'
I am going to Qutub Minar tomorrow .We should meet there.'
Okay.So,we shall meet tomorrow at Qutub Minar at 11 AM'.
Fine.Thank you Miss Agarwal.'
You are welcome'.
She hung up.She went to bed but she was not sleepy.She looked at the thesis once again.Razia Sultan.She had heard about her only once in childhood but did not know much about her.So,she read about Razia Sultan.About her life.About how she was the most capable one of her father's children.Her father Iltutmish recognizing her abilities nominated her as the Sultan.About Yaqut.About Altunia.
I hope rashi will have flashbacks in her mind when she reaches qutb minar, like baby i have been here before, i have seen this room and i have walked this floor...oooh...scary...great fanfic, its totally of my taste, after malik prisoner wife this one is my favorite. ๐ณ very well written...๐
It would have been great if you named jbj as jagat...ha ha...hope in this fanfic we will get dar ul falaq...or maybe ronnie and falguni...can't wait for you next update, do update soon.
Author's Note:Okay guys,here is chapter 1.If it is boring,then sorry for that.Everything is welcome apart from eggs.๐
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