Author: Aastha_Reddy

Advay Singh Raizada clutched his stomach hard, tired of laughing, of course the reason is his Chandni…only she can make him smile, laugh after his nephew Adi…Her animated face, smiling posture,she is the single reason of his million smiles… “Achchha jab wo log mujhe maar rahe the toh tum kyun ro rahi thi??”- He asked finally, the question that was suppressed deep in his heart…from long one month of their marriage,” Chalo batao jaldi, tabhi toh tumhe pata bhi nehi tha ki main Dev hoon”. “Pata nehi Dev, Maar tumhe rahe the, mehsoos mujhe hone laga tha…chot tumhe laga tha…

“Nani…Where is Chandni?”- Advay asked, after few minutes, coming from his room.. Shilpa joined him, a plate full of noodles in her hands…Order from her boss..Advay Singh Raizada… “Tere Chandu..”- Nani smiled,” She was here helping me in pooja, reading Ramayan for me..but Adi took he away…”. Advay smiled, his butterfly..his Bak bak queen has become inseparable with his cute niece… both are child only, sometimes Adi behaves more childish around Chandu… “Adi…Where is your Chandni Mami?”- He asked Adi, the cute potter.. “CM…She was here helping in my project work…but Mumma took her from here… “- Adi winked,” Are…

I am no emperor to built TajMahal in love, no hero to fight and kick goons for love, I am Aastha, just Aastha and can give you all this story with love .. my “rabba ve” gang.. ****************************** “Chandu….”- Advay Singh Raizada panted, long strides to her, she stood shocked…How the hell did he find her, how come he reach her,” Stop there damn it..I am tired, my legs are paining as I am searching for you every where from last two days…Chandni…”. “Excuse me Mr. Raizada..”- Chandni look him keenly…,” Leave my way,I am getting late now..”. “Lets go…

“So this is final…Annika and Billu will get married once again, this time with full rituals, no blackmailing, no tadi, no anger, nothing just marriage, smile, happiness”- Dadi declared,” Any objection Annika…, Billu..”. “Yes my lord…I have one”- Rudra said..,” Shivaay bhaiyya is marrying second time to the same girl…baat kya hai we all want to know…”. “Free witness for you..”- Shivaay murmured in his husky voice reminding Annika of her open declaration of love in front of Dadi, Bade Papa and BadiMaa inside a closed running car,” Now Rudra too…”. “I said why I am marrying you in the…

Kalyani Singh Oberoi sat in the living room, a charm on her face, bright smile, Rudra ran away in a hurry…he have to reach Jim, its his profession now with passion..working is such a fun plus earning money…Annika bhabhi is great , she only gave him idea, inspired him…,” Bye my sweet Daadi…”. “Gouri finish your pooja soon, come with me now..I have to make the new statue and…”- Omkara requested politely.. “Arre han..and I have to click photos to upload in my blog about it..Hum aate hain har haraike…”- Gouri prayed her Shankarji,” Work is worship…duty is God”… “Pinky…mera…

“It will cause no harm because its just fruit punch Bhaiyya”- Rudra gulped his share and make Shivaay drink a little…his head spun but manages to reach his room steadily… “Annika…”-Her name escaped fr his mouth. Damn her if she is trying to pull her morning stunt again by hiding from him..He can feel her any where from far distance even… “Shivaay…I need your sign in important paper…”- Annika opened her mouth.. “Your name is too nice Annika…just like you..all good good”-He praised in a state of hangover… “Whenever you comes near me my heart flutters with unknown joy…a smile…

“Annika…”- Shivaay take her name as soon as he sat on bed, His wife was missing, “Kahan gayi yeh ladki itni subah subah..”. “Sir coffee…”-Gopal greeted… “Go to hell…”- Shivaay became furious..with out her smiling face and sweet wish, her cuckoo voice, her handmade coffee..Days are not good with out those … He searched the entire house, Om’s room, Mandir, Rudra’s room, kitchen, with Dadi, Gouri, Garden, poolside, But she was no where to be seen..,” Is she Mrs. India..I can feel her presence any where near but unable to see her..” Disappointment ran down his nerves…Bad morning, grabbed his…

Shakti Singh Oberoi closed his eyes tight, in anger, frustration, his wife is damn irritating always her chattering and demanding ways irks him. “I want every thing so perfect, guest will be served 100 types of dishes, lights will be illuminated in the most amazing way, ek hi beta hai humara…there shouldn’t any defects ji…”- Pinky demanded. “She is eating my bheja from last three hours and here asking to serve 100 dishes to guests…”- Shakti thought…par wife hai, he have to tolerate that chatter box. Invitation cards are send to most of the businessman in mumbai, celebrities, media, press,…

Its a one shot so don’t expect clearance of certain things which will never be cleared by me… because I don’t want to give time and space for those…There is no need after his revenge..no place for those big and small misunderstandings…Hope reader will manage….feel when love is in heart, it can conquer every hate and hurdles.. ****************************************** Advay Singh Raizada sat in his room, door half closed, eyes fully closed, hands on his head, almost caressing, pressing his forehead…It had been three days he came leaving Allahabad behind, leaving his Chandu behind, insulting her right after the very first…