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T he living area of the South Delhi apartment was scattered with photographs, envelopes, and a tab opened with a note-taking app. The couch, the centre table, the carpet- everywhere, there were pictures. Of happy couples. And perfect weddings. She sighed, dismissing yet another one. Sitting on the carpet, beside the table, leaning against the couch in a casual Kaftan kurta and jeans, she looked confused and tired. Shaking her head for the umpteenth time, she gathered her hair up and made it into a bun. Her eyes looked stressed, like she hadn’t slept soundly, and her face wore a frown that refused to leave her doe eyes. He came out of the kitchen with the tray, in his baggy denim and a casual T-shirt. He placed down the tray, with two cups of brewed coffee, hers black and sugarless, his milk and two cubes, along with the diet biscuits she had been having lately. She was sitting with her head resting lightly on the couch, eyes closed. He frowned at her disturbed face. “Ajab?” hi...
It was early dawn on Saturday morning at Surajgarh. Kunwar Shakti had just stepped out of his room and was shocked at the number of people running about the main hall. Ranisa Jaivanta was running around the halls too, overseeing the preparations for the arrival of the guest. He smiled and shook his head. “Ranima, what’s happening?” “Shakti, beta, do me a favour and check if the room upstairs is fine for Ajabdeh?” Jaivanta looked stressed. “I don’t want her to lack anything. The way she left the last time…” “Ranima. Ranima.” Shakti held her shoulders, laughing. “Breathe.” They smiled at each other. “I am so happy," Jaivanta patted his head, "I hope, for now, these two become friends…” She whispered, smiling, “Jalal has promised me…” “I know, Ranima, we all want them to be together.” Shakti smiled. “But let’s not make it obvious. When will she arrive?” “I don’t know.” Jaivanta shrugged. “Pratap said Early morning; why don’t you ask him?” “Dadabhai?” Shakti let...
“Ma’am.” Heer’s assistant walked up to her rather reluctantly as she looked nervous, straightening her formal skirt and scarf. “The press meet will start in five minutes. Sir is calling you.” She received a nod from Shakti, who was sitting opposite her chair. “She will be there in two minutes.” He handed her a glass of water. “Here, calm down. You are confident. You can do it.” “Please come along, Shakti.” Heer sulked. “Look, Heer.” He smiled faintly, staring into her eyes. “ It’s a Punwar Mughal alliance. I will be at the side wings with Ajabdeh. We have faith you can do this. This is your first of many, okay?” “Okay, Okay. Jija is here, na?” She made Shakti gulp. “Yes, she is.” He lied. “Go on now. All the best.” He hugged her. As Heer left to meet Jalal, he dialled Ajabdeh. “Hello??” She seemed to be in trouble. “Where are you, Ajabdeh?" Shakti sounded worried, " Heer …” “Shakti… beta… I think I am lost.” She sounded tense. “Lost? What the…” Sha...
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Jalal had taken centre stage to announce, while Shakti had made the girls sit in the lounge where Pratap sat alone with his drink. Rukaiya seemed nervous, and Heer was too happy while Jalal spoke, and Ajabdeh listened, trying to ignore the awkward moments when eyes met more than once. “I am not very good with words, so I took help from the one who is.” He smiled. “I owe you, Ajabdeh. So here I go.” Rukaiya frowned, clueless at the stage and back at Ajabdeh. “Love is made in heaven; we have only destiny and prayers to believe in, and it lands us up with our one. I met mine in the greyest background possible. Work, internship, and everything. And it’s been only a year since we have been together, and I can’t wait to marry her. Yeah, I know, most of you will go home and gossip like this guy was a playboy once, and he’s talking of true love, that too for this simple girl. But,” he paused, “every flirty h eart has a reason and every committed one too. I found my reason in her. So, yes, med...
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