Captive Forever

We have finally reached the last update for "Captive in Love" a story that was formed over  late night chat with Suranya. I have never ever written romantic fics as I always felt I couldn't justice to the feelings and emotions like Suranya does in her stories. I'm quiet content with action, comedy and drama. For me Captive in Love is not merely a collab rather it was me taking on a genre that felt out of my reach. Thank you Suranya for being the editor and co-creator of this amazing tale of muisbat and her kharus kunwar!!!

Thank you readers for joining us on this journey. This is not a goodbye just the end of a really amazing chapter and I will do my best to bring more amazing fics to you

I will be going on a family trip for nearly a month and so the blog won't have any new postings as such but rest assured I do have some stories in the works and we will meet after 16th April with a new plot, new story and our very own Praja, Heerti and the gang

Till then keep reading Suru's current tale , The Royal Match Making http://suranyasenguptablog.blogspot.ae/2017/01/match-found.html

Hope you will enjoy the epilogue

Captive Forever

Couple of Years Later

Ajabde sat in her cabin working on one of the proposals for the annual trade fair that was to be organized by the women’s welfare department to showcase their new products. Heer entered the cabin completely fed-up of her husband’s antics

“Jija he’s driving me crazy!! Matlab going online to look for properties and kal I saw him looking at video tutorials on how to make escapes and run aways”

Ajabde laughed as she asked for tea to be delivered in her room while Heer just sat confused, “samajh mein nahi aata ki hasu ya sunaao unko. Jyotika is in junior school and Prateeskha toh is only in kindergarden”

On the other side Shakti sat with a serious frown on his face as he told his brother, “Dadabhai am telling you we need to invest in a good apartment taaki jab bhi koi aayega with rishta we’ll run away with the girls”

Both brothers were busy on the laptop when their wives came to meet them and seeing the two so keenly looking at the screen Heer asked “Kya dekha jaa raha hai?” without looking up Pratap answered, “Penthouse”. Both the girls stared at him when Pratap realized what he had said and looked at them,

 “I meant investment areas you know property is really good investment hai na Shakti?” his younger brother nodded his head.

Ajabde just shook her head while Heer sighed, “Aap bhi Dadabhai aagaye inki batoon mein” before Pratap could answer Heer, his cell rang and the ID made him frown.  45minutes later all the kids stood in his cabin as everyone stood staring at them. Frowns and cold looks around. None of the kids spoke anything about the event, the younger ones were already at home so they had no idea on what happened, Amar who stood with a bruised lip and bloody knuckles, Jyotika’s hair were disheveled, it clearly looked she was part of the fight too then there was Salim who also looked like he got a good beating and gave it back and Abhimanyu, also stood with his sleeves folded and bruises all over.

He calmly asked them, “Who is responsible for this?” none of them answered. Heer tried asking them softly taking each one aside but in vain. Even Abhimanyu who told his darling Kakimaa everything stayed quiet leaving Pratap no choice but to punish them. He was about to say a word when his wife entered her eyes fixed on the children standing in a line looking at the carpet. She walked straight to Salim

“Aapko last few weeks se sab pareshaan kar rahe thee yeh baat kyun nahi bataai ghar mein?” Salim looked at the floor as he mumbled, “Abba jaan busy hai with his exhibition and I didn’t want to…” Her eyes turned to Jyotika

“Baisa did you punch those students?” Jyotika looked at her and shook her head softly saying, “Ji Badi Maa” Heer gasped at her answer while Shakti and Pratap looked worried at each other. Pratap walked to her, knelt down and held her hands in his,

“Meri Jyoti apne Bade Papa se kuch nahi chupaati Bataao why did you punch the boy?”

Jyoti looked straight at him saying, “Hum Rajput hain na and agar koi bhi humaare saamne weak ko tang karega ya maarega then humaare responsibility hai to help the weak person and yahan baat mere best friend ki thi.”

“Ha Beta par…” Pratap patted her hair in order with an understanding nod as Heer looked at Shakti who seemed to flaunt a proud smile much to her dismay.

“Badima kehti aisa. Uss ladke ne Salim ko pehle washroom mein maara then lock kar diya and jab Dadabhai usko free kara ke laaye tab bhi usko maarne ke liye aage badhe”

“Jyoti” Amar warned with a soft nod not to diverge the details. Pratap stared at him through the corner of his eye and knew that none will speak further.

Pratap dialed a number and walked out with Ajabde following him worried. Jyoti looked at them and then at her father’s face his expression made her look down at the floor as she thought to herself she had disappointed them all.

“Sorry Daata, I never wanted to disappoint you. Meri wajah se hi Dadabhai got involved and Bhai Abhimanyu bhi” Both the brothers looked at their sister and Abhimanyu went, “Nahi, that boy deserved a good punch mere Dadabhai aur Jija ko maarne aaya tha peeche se and peeche se attack only cowards karte hain Dadisa ne bataaya humko story time mein”

“Doctor is on his way” Pratap said in a calm voice as he re-entered the room and went straight for his favorite “everyone here is proud of you Jyotika bahut kam log himmat dikhaate hain and by standing up for your friend you have proved ki you are a true Rajputani but aage se tell us ki kya ho raha hai taaki we can intervene in time, Understood?”

She nodded her head as he ruffled her hair while she hugged him tight as the others smiled.

Back at home Abhimanyu very animatedly told his Dadisa the Veer gatha of how he along with his Dadabhai and Jija defeated the bad boys and won the battle of the school yard entertaining her with his antics. Moving his hands showing how they punched them like true Rajputs made Sajja smile.

The famous “Kitchen takeover” took place as both Pratap and Shakti stood in the kitchens wearing their aprons and chef hats while the excited kids acted as their sous chefs. The ladies laughed as Abhimanyu tried every trick to make the twins pronounce, “Kitchen …kitchen” only to hear “chicken…chicken” over and over again. Everyone enjoyed the khicdi, kheer and salad that was already half eaten as it was being prepared in the kitchen.

As night settled everyone sat outside in the courtyard with a bon fire lit in the centre to keep everyone warm while Pratap played strings on his guitar as Amar saw and played the same as he jammed with his father, Jyotika created melodies out of her violin while the twins sat on their toy drum set and Abhimanyu played his mouth organ. Ajabdeh smiled at the night sky full of stars then back at her boys, and the mini band of the family. It was her favorite time watching kids create music with her Kharus. She looked at the watch and realised it was late and looked at the kids who smiled at each other as they started playing her song

Abhi na jaao chod kar ke dil abhi bhara nahin

Abhi abhi to aayi hoo

abhi abhi to Abhi abhi to aayi ho

bahar banke chhayi ho

abhi to kuchh kuchh kaha nahin

 Abhi to kuchh suna nahin

Abhi na jaao chod kar

ke dil abhi bhara nahin

Amar sang as the rest followed with the melody making her smile as he stopped forgetting the lines staring at his father, making Ajabdeh smile some more as her husband began singing, his melodious voice filling the air

Hawa zara mahak to le

nazar jara bahek to le

Ye shaam dhal to le zara

Ye dil samhal to le zara

Main thoti der jee too loon

nashe ke ghuunt pi to loon

Nash eke ghunt pi to loon

Abhi to kuch kaha nahi Abhi to kuch suna nahi

With all them joining in the chorus

Abhi na jaao chod kar

ke dil abhi bhara nahin

Ajabde walked back to her room after making sure all the kids were tucked in for the night. As she walked memories filled her thoughts as she reminisced the times when they brought the children home, Amar was the first one followed by Jyotika and then they had Abhimanyu. The twins completed their family and their names were the easiest to keep

The naming ceremony was filled with close family and friends as the priest gave them the letter ‘P’ for the children’s names. Shakti smiled as he looked at his newborn son in his arms, “Prateek” and then at his daughter “Prateeksha”

He will be the symbol of our family morals and she is the fruit of our waiting.

Inside her bedroom she found a white lilly kept on top of a black leather journal. She opened it and saw his name written in calligraphy, Pratap Singh Songara. She frowned at it once, then opened the first page which started with

“Dedicated to my Run Away bride”

He had written her a story, their story including his beginnings. Her fingers caressed the words, Mrs Ajabde Pratap Singh Songara with a doodle of the handcuffs and a white lilly.

“Like the gift?” he asked her his voice raising goose bumps as he stood behind her with his hands playing with her hair. She nodded her head and then asked, “handcuffs?”

He looked into her eyes, “Handcuffs because am your captive my lady. Captive in your love that freed me from all the hurt and the pain I had endured. I’m nothing but a humble a captive”

She placed her hand on his heart as she said, “Captive in love?”

He kissed her forehead as they both stared smiling at the family portrait that hung on the wall. There was a time when they both were running away from the mere idea of falling in love as it was nothing more than a weakness for them but as they stood in each other’s embrace they both realized that love was the strength that allowed one to be free from all bondages and yet be bound to one person for eternity.

Love is the strength to keep fighting on till the end. The hands that help you get up after you stumble and fall down, the force that keeps you going step after step on the most difficult paths. Love is the sweetest pain, the hardest insecurities and yet the most cherished journey. Love is rare, and that what is rare is always true!

Maybe that’s why it’s said

“Yeh ishq nahi aasan

Itna samjha lijiye

Aag ka dariya hai

Aur doob ke jaana hai…”

The End