Sona’s POV
It was striking 11 pm when I had given Ma medicine and was taking off my Jewellery. I was at the verge of tears, and I rushed to the washroom, to change out from an outfit which maybe I was never destined to wear. Coming out in my pyjamas, I folded my bridal suit, and placed back my mangalsutra in the box, deciding to give it back to the man who sold it to me at 2000£(rupees).
Yes, you were right. My marrige has been broken. My marrige with a man, who had seen beauty more than brawns, and money more than maturity. I was never keen on getting married. But , my Mother, a cancer patient, “yearns to see her 2 daughters, Bulbul, and Myself to get married”. I was getting married to my childhood love, who supposedly loved my younger Sister Bulbul. More than dealing the problem maturely, his Mother embarrassed the Bose family reputation in front of Bengali Society. Particularly my Father, who is no more, taught me and bulbul to uphold the Bengali tradition pride blood running in our veins.
After Baba passed away, Ma, who barely cared about us, destroyed her “promise to be a middle class Wife” and became that rich socialite, from Asha Bose, to Ash B. She runs a Jewellery shop Ash Jewellers. People called he Ash, to the extent, Me and Bulbul had to call her Ash.
17 September 2014: (2 years later)
It was my 26th birthday and it started with my NGO kids. My NGO kids:Phatka, joker, mini, Arul and Muniya were orphans who lived together in a beautiful house. As I went to drop them at school and receive Ash from the airport, Ash meets an irritating boy(Dev) on the plane. Dev wants to teach Ash a lesson by ANNOYING her to pacify her snobbish attitude.
I exchanged glances with the arrival gate and my watch continuously as Ma arrives in her Kashmiri expensive saree. She carried more gifts than love, and figuratively threw all the big boxes of meaningless gifts and walked towards the media, without wishing me. Utterly pissed, I left in my orange ferrari. While driving, this weird man jumped into my car.(Dev). I brought my car to a screeching halt, deafening to our ears. He jumped out, got me cotton candy, and made me eat it, for my mood was off.
He walks away, naming me, bhagyashree… at night I reach back home tired, and acted to be drunk, hurt. then started the Ash-Sonakshi argument, when she repeated her sentence on how ashamed she is to have me as her Daughter, considering that Bulbul adapted to the arrogant and snobbish society of the rich.
But I remained the same, loving the poor, especially orphans.
The next morning, I got a call from my kids. They were crying over the phone and telling me that a man called Dev Dixit was breaking their NGO to set up his enterprise. I got angst, and started writing hate emails to that man. That was our first ever conversation. Eventually, I met that annoying but sweet boy who pacified me when I was sad on my birthday.
Little did I know, that boy was the same as Dev dixit. When I suspected after several coincidences, he introduced himself as Dev Mehra, who worked for Dev Dixit. Knowing his sweet and innocent attitude, I believed him. The next morning, as I followed ash to launch a design in a 5 Star hotel, Ash bumps into dev.I turn and walk towards the Swimming pool, as my phone rings. He therefore loses the chance to see me, which still makes him unaware that I’m the Daughter of Ash B.
Walking towards the wet floor, I slip, only to find out that some strong hands were holding me. It was Dev again. our intense eye lock made me nervous. Finally, some days later, as I fell in love with him after spending a meaningful time in Panchgani with him and Mom(it was a co incidence that he was there please do not jump to conclusions).
Soon after our love story was revealed, Ash ousted me out of the house, for loving a middle class man, whom she named “fatichar” people. Then started my journey of living with Dev and his down to earth parents, Malini and Shankar. They had a small house in bhayender, but it was a happening place. It was much better than showing off your latest saree designs, or comparing who carried it better. Society I tell you.
I found it a bit difficult in adjusting to the poor environment, but anything for Dev, for I loved him so much. Soon, we got married with the blessings of Dev’s parents, and my naani and chachi. The next morning, Police came over to our home, arresting Dev for living in a illegally made home. Shocked, we were all dragged to the station, where I had to sell my Jewellery to get money to bail him. However, that money didn’t suffice. Ash came to the scene, where she gave a glance to the police officer and he gave a bail to Dev. She gave a condition where Dev had to become a “ghar jamai”. Eventually, I felt disgusted in her aim to win me back, but later on, as she threatened to jail my in laws, I agreed. I went back to my home, and lived a life of a middle class woman.
Went to the grocery store, ironed, cooked and loved my Husband. For some reason, I always felt that he wasn’t Dev Mehra, the innocent and sweet middle class guy, but the arrogant and snobbish and selfish Dev dixit. Eventually as we went through difficulties, Ash finally accepted us, finally being nice to Dev. She arranged my marrige with Dev again, and his Mother gate crashed the preparations, blurring out the truth that Dev Mehra was no one else other than Dev dixit, and they were rich. Heartbroken, I approached the Dev I had loved with my heart, to confront him. We eventually got divorced.
6 months later
DEV’s POV
*enters Sonakshi’s room* filled with her photos.
It had been 6 months, and my love had gone away from me. 6 months ago, Mom ousted them out of their own house, and bought over the house for a stupid egoistic reason, even if we had a much bigger house on hand. They had settled in a beautiful middle class house in Mumbai, Sonakshi some where else in the world. I’m in desperate search for the love of my life.
Bangkok, Thailand.
Sonakshi’s POV
6 months, 6 weeks and 6 days. I now work as the personal assistant of Yash Singhania, Who was also my childhood Friend. He saw my pitiful persona 6 months ago, and gave me a job. Broken from within, I still some how yearn to see Dev, although I’m supposed to hate him. Eventually, Dev and I meet in Thailand, and I show much anger towards him. While I go back to Mumbai, Dev follows me, only to make me realise that I still love him. While Yash proposes to me and I say yes, Dev and I share a love story. On my marrige day with Yash, Dev sits as the Groom, much to the shock of everyone.
Yes, my marrige breaks for the 3 rd time and I’m not broken. I’m a strong girl after all. I think no one wants to marry Sonakshi Bose, a 26 year old, who is the Dean of the top leading Hospitals in Mumbai. eventually. 6 months ago, My Sister Bulbul’s marrige had also been broken, only to find out that Abhimanyu, her Husband ,was having an extra martitial affair with another girl called Pratima, who is supposedly the adoptive Sister of Dev.
Supposedly now, Yash decides to marry Bulbul, and their marrige takes place
*bulbul* can be taken as Prerna Panwar*
While Yash and Bulbul marry, ash decides to accept mine and Dev’s relationship, much to surprise of the Bose family. Dev and I marry once again, only to embark on a brand new journey, of getting jobs. I become a teacher in a poor environment, teaching NGO kids. As I come across a sweet young girl who comes and stands at the carpark of my bungalow, I escort her in, only to finally decide to adopt her.Naming her Aishah, Dev and I have our first child.
Eventually, I get pregnant, but a short lived pregnancy, because I suffer a miscarriage while suffering from severe cramps. I go paranoid, while Ash blames Dev for my miscarriage. Finally overcoming it, Yash exposes his true Colours to the Bose family, leading in Ash falling off a construction site and Me disowning Dev, after seeing Ash fall down from a great height.
Dev’s POV
As she is walking away from me, she falls down and rolls down rocky stairs, and I think I lost her.
2 years later…
Dev’s POV
2 years later I’m sitting on the sofa of the Bose household, seeing the picture of Sona and Saasu mom, more of ash. Missing them incredibly, I leave for office, now working in a huge business outlet of Papa’s. As I read the newspaper headlines,
“NAISHA DESAI BEATS OTHER COMPANIES AND REACHES ON THE TOP ONCE AGAIN”.
Stereotyping the article, I just couldnt believe that a lady could do it. Just how Sonakshi did it.
Sona’s POV
Yes…I am alive… I was admitted in the hospital by a construction worker, and I was saved…I’m none other than…NAISHA DESAI, the owner of fashion company Panache. I work with Neil Sengupta,who has 20% of the company’s shares.
I had just become more egoistic, arrogant and Selfish. After Mom’s death, I lived a weird life, wondering whether I would ever find love again. But then, again destiny brought me together with none other than, Dev dixit. But this time, not on my marrige day, but after my marrige with Neil. I felt weird participating in this love triangle, until Neil fell in love with Sanya and divorced me. Finally things were normal again, and Dev and I married, living with naani and Bua. I find out I’m pregnant again.
Alex, a new villian in devAakshi’s love story, shoots Dev and makes me hit my steering wheel..After that…I’m blank…
The next morning, I find myself in the hospital. Who am I?Why am I writing this diary?who are you? Where are u from? What is happening to me? Where is everyone?The doctor relaxed me and said that I had lost my memory and I need to rest. Finally, a Rajasthani family who had recently lost their Daughter in an accident just now claimed that I was their Daughter, and therefore I adapted to their village lifestyle. While I come back in the Bose house, a lot of Memories come back but I can’t seem to remember anything clearly.That makes the entry of D Dai, a sweet elderly who looks exactly like Dev.
Dev’s POV
I was playing D Dai.My task was to make Sonakshi get her memory back.
Sona’s POV
I finally got my memory back as I found out that I was pregnant with Dev’s child.
9 months later…
I finally give birth to a baby boy to the happiness of everyone in the Bose family. Me, Dev and the baby who we named Karanvir go on a drive, where we meet with a fatal accident. We hand over our Son to Gangu Bai, who was Travelling with us, while we die in eachother’s embrace. Forever and forever, no one can desperate us.DevAkshi was meant to be together.