Skip to main content

The Royal Accident

And thus they spend 30 glorious years fighting with each other, all because of a royal Accident. Some people called it a mismatch, but to me, they are the perfect match I will ever see!


The writer put down his pen.

" Are you done yet?" His wife came in with coffee. An eager child, barely three, peeped in. " Dad!" He was impatient. " Tell me a story"

" Hush! You will ruin the surprise." He scolded.

" No, I won't," The boy shrugged, " Ranima TV dekh rahi hai aur Papa toh Bua ke saath Chess khel rahe hai niche." He informed me.

" Karan!" His mother scolded. "Don't disturb Dad."

" Aarti," He called as she stopped and turned back." One minute."

He took his pen and right below the last line, he signed Amar Pratap Singh Sisodia.

" It's completed." He smiled.

" Let me be the first reader." She smiled enthusiastically.


A few days later,

" Karan! Who wants to help Ranima with some gardening?" Ajabdeh smiled. " Me Me Me!" The boy jumped as his mother smiled at the Palace lawn.

" Ranima, you spoil him too much." She said,

" I agree with Bhabs." Arohi nodded. She looked like Ajabdeh used to twenty years back in her bright rose Palazzo and printed tee.

" Princess! You forgot how Dadisa used to pamper you?" She frowned. " Nahi, itna bhi nahi karti thi Dadisa." She protested.

" Kya ho raha hai?"

" Papa, aap batao, Bhabs and I were telling Ranima to pamper Karan too much!"

He stared at the ladies and then shook his head, saying, " Wrong timing, Papa." That made them laugh.

" You are supposed to be on my side!" came a protest as Aarti promptly got up and took Karan's hand.

" Chalo Karan, time for some A B Cs." " But Mom. " He frowned.

Arohi looked at her parents as she got up, then added,

" Ranima Papa, please anniversary ke pehle no jhagra haa?" " Anniversary toh kal hai." Pratap shrugged.

" It's almost 24 hours!" Ajabdeh added.

" Aap ek din bina fight kiye can't stay?" She asked, amused. They looked at each other, and Arohi left, shaking her head like her father.


In the last 25 years...

Surajgarh was now a small town, where the villages had grown as well as the handicraft work, which was now famous even outside Rajasthan. The college, hospital and all other welfare work were going well, and the people were all praised by Rana Pratap Singh and Rani Ajabdeh Punwar Singh for their endless efforts in making Surajgarh better. What made them happier was that Kunwar Amar Singh, as well as Rajkumari Arohi Baisa, also followed their parents' love for their small kingdom, or so they called it. Heer and Shakti had helped their niece and nephew as far as they could after landing here for the surprise. Karan reminded Shakti a lot of Amar as he decided to call him a Minion.


Heer's daughter Adhira was close to Arohi as she was only 3 years younger, leaving Amar really annoyed all the time with their girly stuff ever since they were kids.


Ven and Rosalina had settled in Delhi ever since Aarti chose Amar during her schooling days, with him in London. Their wedding was a grand one, with neon themes, as Pratap finally gave in to Ajabdeh's desires. Arohi was back from the US after a management course. She had the business brains of Pratap and would be joining to help him and Amar with the Hotel Empire, as well as Surajgarh.


Aarchi was married to a diamond merchant in Mumbai; she visited often, never forgetting to irritate Amar whenever she did. They were best friends, much to their parents' happiness. She was Karan's favourite Bua as she brought gifts every time she came.


Mehek and Rohan, as well as their son Rahul, were still in Delhi. Rahul apparently had a crush on Arohi, who was 2 years older than him, if Ajabdeh was to believe Aarti’s version. Arohi, however, was a little business-minded as of now, prompting Ajabdeh to stop Aarti's matchmaking. She didn't really want a runaway bride, especially since Arohi, after all, was her blood. She was sure Arohi was all about grey, black and white and waited for someone to fill her world with neons, much like her father.


Ajabdeh was in a dark blue velvet saree with golden embroidered borders as she stood choosing her earrings. Pratap had the same colour suit and she stared at his reflection in the mirror and started...

" Kitni bar bola hai ke colour kar lo grey hairs." " Grey hair is sexy on a man!" He flaunted.

" Gosh! Princy! You are overdoing it. Main kaisi lag rahi hoon?" She smiled at him. "Tum har baar kyun puchti rehti ho jab you know my answer?"

" Kyunki mujhe har baar sunne ka mann hota hai!" She smiled.

" Eww, Mushy!" He teased her as she hit him." Kuch to sharam karo, daadi bann gayi ho, abhi bhi maar rahi ho!"

" Haan toh?Tum tease karna bandh karo." " Strange Girl?"

" Hmm??"

" Thank You."

" Hein? Kyun?" She asked, confused. " Surajgarh wapas aane ke liye."

" You mean 30 years pehle?" She asked wide-eyed. "Haan." He smiled.

" Tum pagal ho,chalo sab wait kar rahe honge." " Suno." She stopped and turned.

" Happy Anniversary, Love."He held out a princess-cut diamond ring that made her smile.

" This is so costly. "

" Don't start!" She was cut short by him as he slid the ring on her finger." Happy with me?"

" Couldn't be happier." She smiled back.


The grand party was kept only for close friends and family. Hansa was the only elder from Ajabdeh's side, along with Sajja from Pratap's, as well as Heer's Parents. The party was on, with the cake cutting, cake smearing, much to Amar, Karan and Ajabdeh's amusement and Aarti, Arohi and Pratap's dismay. Lastly, Amar was up on stage with the mic.

" So it's our favourite part now! Dance time! Everyone on the floor and aj pehla song Ranima aur Papa will sing."

" Kya?" was a shocked reaction in unison, followed by Ajabdeh's " No No," " Agar apne nahi gaya toh you won't get my surprise gift!" Amar warned. " Dekho!" Pratap smiled. " Tumhari tarah blackmail karta hai."

" Amar!" Ajabdeh frowned as Amar gleefully gave her the mic.

" Kya gaana..." Ajabdeh was thinking aloud as Pratap snatched the mic. He smiled at

his confused wife and then took her hand.


Tum Aa Gaye Zindagi Aa Gayi, Dil Ko Mere Raunaake Mil Gayi, Ajabdeh smiled as he sang, and everyone went "Aww''Rab Kare Waqt Bhi Ruk Jaaye Yehi, Yeh Pal Main Jee Loon Sada, Ab Dur Jaana Nahi, He took her hand to the dance floor, as eyes didn't leave each other’s. Jo Tu Mera Humdard Hai, Suhana Har Dard Hai, Jo Tu Mera Humdard Hai. Teri Muskurate Hai Taakat Meri, Mujhko Inhi Se Umeed Mili. Her eyes twinkled as he smiled a soft " No crying." Chahe Kare Koi Sitam Yeh Jaha, Inme Hi Hai Sada Hifasat Meri.Zindgani Badi Khubsoorat Hui Jannat Ab Aur Kya Hogi Kahi She nodded no. Jo Tu Mera Humdard hai. Pratap let her sing the rest of

it, not that she was better; he just loved listening

to her. Teri Dhadkano Se Hai Zindagi Meri, Kwawishe Teri Ab Duyaye Meri Kitna

Anokha Bandhan Hai Yeh. She smiled back at Amar and Arohi, looking at them with pride. Teri Meri Jaan Jo Ek Hui Lautunga Yaha Tere Paas Main Haan, Vaada Hai

Mera Mar Bhi Jau Kahi. Her voice choked as he continued. Jo Tu Mera

Humdard Hai, Jo Tu Mera Humdard Hai, Suhana Har Dard hai, Jo Tu Mera Humdard hai....

" Okay, guys, I have a special announcement now." Shakti took the stage. “Actually, a

surprise for Dadabhai and Bhabisa from Amar, as well as Arohi, Aarti, and

Karan." He added, seeing the three waves at him, making Amar frown. " Come on up." " I have a habit of writing, it comes from Ranima,'' Papa says. And she was always so encouraging about it, this is my love and appreciation for all the support you two gave me." He took out a book from the brown paper wrap. " My First Book.

Hopefully, not the last."

Ajabdeh was awestruck. She couldn't believe her little baby had actually published his own book. She got up to give Amar a tight hug as her eyes teared up.

" Mother India mat ban jao, please." He wiped away the tears, quite similar to how Pratap always did. Pratap got up to separate Ajabdeh from Amar before she embarrassed him by pulling his hair or his ears.

“What is the book about?" Ajabdeh asked as Amar handed her the hardbound copy. It was Sky Blue in colour and had a picture of a girl and a boy in a pink silhouette. Her eyes stopped at the title. " The Royal Accident." Amar read out to the crowd of friends and family. " It's a story that makes you believe that sometimes true love is the craziest, Funniest and coolest journey ever!"

He smiled at a still, wide-eyed Ajabdeh.

" He wrote a book on me." She turned to Pratap with a helpless tone. " Us." He corrected me.

" That's embarrassing!" She concluded with a frown.

" I told you not to reveal all your secrets to him! He really didn't need to know EVERYTHING!" Pratap just shrugged coolly.

" That's it, my friends, the story, I hope you all like it, enjoy it, read, reread and review it! Happy reading!" He concluded.


Ajabdeh stood going through what literally seemed like the pages of her life as Pratap came and caught her hand.

" I am so proud of him." He spoke up.

" Me too... but..." She looked confused. " But what?"

" Is it all worth telling?" She asked as he smiled. " Is it that special?"

" You are asking me? It's the most special love story I have ever known." Pratap concluded without a thought.

" Me too." She added, tightening her grip around his hand as she held the book and watched Amar and Karan tease Arohi as Aarti tried to stop them, making Heer and Shakti laugh.

" See this," He looked at them.

" What?" She asked.

" You Complete Me." Pratap to Ajabdeh, by her hand, as the giant screen behind them flashed "The Royal Accident".


The End
Labels:

Comments

  1. SujataSaturday, September 19, 2015

    What an end.... Suaranya I dont think this can get any better!!! CLEARLY THIS AJAB N PRATAP WERE WAY MORE NEAR N REAL SO AS TO OTHERS!!! If this Pratap is on the shades of Faisal then sure he has the looks to even George Clooney :) n a book on them by AMAR... U sure are Ajabde boy...

    ReplyDelete
  2. SujataSaturday, September 19, 2015

    N FORGOT TO MENTION....

    I AM PROUD OF U SURANYA N DO TAKE UP WRITING PROFESSIONALLY

    I will need good stories to read in future!!!

    ReplyDelete
  3. SuranyaSaturday, September 19, 2015

    I would like to take it up professionally if I get publishers .... And am glad you liked the end. Coming Monday will start the new one. Historical.

    ReplyDelete
  4. SujataSunday, September 20, 2015

    Good kuck on the same

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

You Deserve More

Ajabdeh woke up with the song of birds as she felt something warm on her hand. Her eyes went wide. Her hand was on the pillow in between them, between his hands, clasped as he slept. She thought of removing it slowly, but he was holding on to it so tightly. Ajabdeh's heart beat faster and faster. What do I do now? How do I not wake him? What if... why is my hand in his? She was utterly confused.   " Am I...In love?" Pratap was staring at the sleeping figure on the bed as he stared back at the rain. Then he frowned as he noticed that she shivered. He closed the windows of the room to make it cosy, then sat on his side of the bed. A lamp flickered on her side like always, and he stared at her sleeping figure as he put his blanket over her as well. She shifted a little in her sleep to make herself cosy again. Her payals and bangles made a rhythmic sound, breaking the silence of the room. Her hand was out of her blanket and on the pillow in between. He tried to slowly put it ...
8 comments
Read More

Towards You

The Afghans, after Sher Shah Suri's untimely demise, were at loggerheads for power. Their troops near Mewar were now led by Mehmood Shah. They secretly captured territories in the forests and waited to attack Mewari camps when the time was right. Rawat Chundawat and his spies had confirmed the news, and Udai Singh sent a warning to Mehmood Shah to withdraw his troops from Mewar in vain. Now that it was out in the open, it was time they declared war. Mehmood Shah had limited resources in Mewar. His internal rebellion against his commander did not help his cause. His spies clearly suggested that in no way could he win, especially with Kunwar Pratap leading his troops. He was having second thoughts about the war. It was then that one of his aides suggested a perfect plan. Maharani Jaivanta Bai had decided to go to the Mahakaleshwar Temple near the outskirts of Chittorgarh, in the forestlands of Bhilwara. They had travelled a long way and across the Gambhiri river that meandered during...
6 comments
Read More

Purnota: Chapter Eleven

Bondita opened her window to find Thamma and Jyatha Moshai missing from the lawn. The chairs were empty. Was she sleeping till late? She checked the clock and shook her head. Taking the towel, she hurried towards the bathroom, countering Kalindi on the way. She was reading the newspaper with her rimless reading glasses on. “Umm… why are you here? Where is Jyatha Moshai?” Kalindi raised her eyes briefly and sighed without putting the paper away. Her lack of response puzzled Bondita as she made her way to take a bath. When she came out in a pair of jeans and a shirt, rolling her sleeves up, Kalindi observed her keenly. “Will you be going somewhere?” She enquired. Bondita nodded.  “Ah, yes, the District Office, some of my paperwork for the Bar Membership needs to be signed by a Gazetted Officer. Jyatha Moshai knows someone…” “Don’t go by their house… he is in a bad mood.” Kalindi placed some Chirer Polao in front of her and spoke as Bondita rubbed her wet hair with a frown. “Why?” “Oh...
Post a Comment
Read More

Purnota: Chapter Six

Kalindi waited outside the hut, on the torn mat they usually slept on, using the hand fan to drive away mosquitoes as she stared at the empty path leading out of the house, the path Bondita had taken some time back. It was almost an hour. Did the foolish girl escape or land in trouble? To her relief, she could hear her nephew snoring away indoors, reassuring her that they were at least not caught by the villagers till now. She was sure Bondita would return empty-handed and hurt, and that she would have no other way than to accept the proposal from the Pradhan. That morning, her Kaka would accompany Sarkar Moshai to the adjacent village to talk to a family friend of the Sarkars. They were looking for a bride for their sixteen-year-old eldest son, who worked as a labourer in Sealdah. Kalindi had tears in her eyes. Not much had changed in these years; not much of women’s fate was different, wasn't it? Kalindi was about ten years old when her father took her to the Roy Chowdhury house ...
Post a Comment
Read More

She Left...

The war was over and so were the hopes of regaining Chittor. The Battle at Haldighati had robbed the Rana of all his wealth, and brave men, and bruised him for life. Trying to match up to Akbar or rather Raja Man Singh's army with one-third its strength had cost his bravery dearly. He had lost his friend and companion. He had brushed past death. The only good thing that this war ensured was that Akbar accepted that he cannot have Mewar. His army retreated and left the country in peace after almost two decades and seventeen wars. This war gave something else too. Kunwar Shakti came to help his brother in his time of need. He lived up to his brother's expectations of being loyal to his family. A heavy-hearted Rana Pratap Singh was overseeing the construction work on his lost friend's memorial right where he died, trying to save his master. The Bronze statue of the life-like Chetak stood tall but was no match for the void Chetak has left behind. He was lost in his thoughts as ...
5 comments
Read More

Purnota: Chapter Five

Aniruddha finished reading the book he had carried with him in the dim light of the bulb in his room and decided to pack it away. He was leaving in a few days and wanted to make sure he left nothing behind. The construction work on the school had started, and the Panchayat wanted to give him a thankful farewell he humbly refused. The spotlight should be on Trilochon to help with his next election campaign. Aniruddha did not want to associate himself with the party or the job. He contemplated going back home and telling his father that he had decided to pursue a career in India instead of his initial plan of going back to London. He had been giving it a thought for quite some time, and the day he said it out loud to Bondita, he knew in his subconscious mind he had already decided on it. The more he saw the village, the more sure he was that he was needed by his countrymen. Dadu put faith in him that he could be part of something bigger than himself and his career, and he intended to kee...
Post a Comment
Read More

Purnota: Chapter Four

The group of youth provided by the Pradhan proved efficient for Aniruddha’s liking as they helped him survey the villages, create a set of data and provide a rough idea of how much fund was needed to rebuild the roofs and fallen walls. “What if we make them permanent? That way, the next cyclone will cause less damage. Pakka houses may also get other facilities like toilets and…” Aniruddha suggested as his eyes shone in the flickering light of the dimly lit kerosene lamp in the living room of Pradhan’s house. Drops of perspiration had formed on his forehead in the load-shedding, and the mosquitoes buzzed around them. For the first two nights, Aniruddha could barely sleep in the unfamiliar surroundings with buzzing insects, sounds of the unknown, and eerie animals here and there at a distance. Stories of snakes climbing up to the second floor through windows despite the mosquito net protecting his four-poster bed kept him alarmed. By the third day, after a day’s survey through the villag...
Post a Comment
Read More

Life and You

" Maharanisa! Maharanisa!" The maid-in-waiting ran through the quiet Rani Mahal as Jaivanta Bai, who was sitting in front of the Lord in her room ever since she was back, rushed out of her room, followed by Sajjabai and Veerbai. " What happened?" She asked, her voice calm, but her heart thumping. " Kunwarsa is here... with Kunwarani... She... She...." The maid sobbed as Jaivanta Bai rushed to the room. She stood at the door as her eyes could not believe what she saw. Kunwar Pratap was soaked in her blood as he laid her down on the bed, shouting, " Quick. Rajvaidya..." His eyes stopped at the door as Jaivanta Bai rushed to be beside the unconscious Ajabdeh. The Daasis and Sevaks were running about soon enough. Sajja Bai gasped at the scene. So much blood. Kunwar Pratap had not noticed anything except her calm, unconscious face. Now that he noticed his blood-soaked hands, red, he stared at them as though in a trance. "Kunwar Pratap! Tell me w...
6 comments
Read More

Purnota: Chapter Ten

The rain clouds gave way to the scorching sun the following day as Bondita woke up as the first rays of the sun hit her face and disturbed her sleep. She cursed herself for keeping the window open and sat inside the mosquito net with a sleepy yawn. She eyed the alarm clock on her desk that said 6.30. Bondita scratched her head and pulled the mosquito net up to search for her slippers. She heard the bell ringing from Thamma’s room and the chanting of mantras. A smile came involuntarily to her lips as she realised that she might have come after ages, but everything in Chandannagar seemed to have been at a standstill. She grabbed the Kurti from the chair to change from the top she was wearing and wondered what she could do for the day. For the first time in a long time, she was free from the routine of boarding houses. Her eyes fell on the mess around her room since she had not unpacked the day before. Bondita decided to spend the morning unpacking her belongings. She opened the door of h...
Post a Comment
Read More

A Heart at War

Legend has it that Pratap had to struggle for his father Rana Udai Singh's approval on his wedding with the daughter of Bijoliya's chieftain's daughter, Ajbante Kanwar Punwar. It is so because he was the crown prince and his first queen was supposed to be the next queen of Mewar. Hence his father expected his first bride to be a powerful princess who would aid his political needs. But stubborn as he always was, Kunwar Pratap had other plans. The water of the Bhimlat was still. The sound of the waterfall could be heard in the silent afternoon in the dense forest. A pebble caused ripples in the water and alerted the horse gazing nearby. He looked up at the source of the stone. Then began grazing peacefully once again. The source of the stone however was far from being peaceful. His face wore a frown as he stared around restlessly for the umpteenth time. He sat unmindful on the large rock on the bank of the water body watching the ripples closely, lost in thoughts. The soun...
Post a Comment
Read More