Hi guys I know it's been a really long wait so firstly I offer my sincerest apologies on the delay of the update. My trip got extended and I ended up traveling for more days than originally planned. Later both me and Suranya were quite busy with stuff IRL- wifi baba seems to be driving both of us crazy at the moment
We are trying our best to get as many chapters done before wifi baba decides to kick us back
I wish everyone a very Happy 2017 hope you guys achieve all your goals. Let's get on with our Kharus prince and Musibat's adventures
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The Songara
family farmhouse stood majestically on a hill side offering the best view from
the top. Ajabde stood, in her comfort tee and shorts, hair undone, in awe of
the scene of the lush green valley as she breathed in the cool Aravalli air
standing underneath one of the many chathris that adorned the haveli. She
looked at her mobile phone that was switched off till now. She breathed in and
pressed the power button.
About 100 messages from family and friends started
arriving as she ignored them all and tapped the “Speed dial” button to see the
words Daata stare back at her. Every time she gathered courage to call her
father something came up or she backed out fearing his disappointed voice. The
last thing she ever wanted to do was hurt her father but her impulsive decision
to runaway instead of facing her problem had only made things worse. She
imagined his old wrinkled face with the frown lines on his forehead with his
lips set in a small firm line pressed together hidden underneath his moustache
but it was his eyes that always made her nervous... the eyes that shone with
sadness and disappointment. She heard footsteps approaching so she switched off
her phone in a hurry to see Heer coming towards her with a smile.
“The place
is so beautiful Jija. Aapko pata hai the farmhouse is a very special place for
Dadabhai and Shakti. I have heard so
many tales about this place and to see it in person is a really good feeling.”
Heer kept on talking about the place and memories of childhood Shakti had
shared with her while Ajabde just nodded her head without paying much attention
in her restlessness as her eyes caught the scene below.
Suddenly, all her
restlessness disappeared as her heart found peace and sunk in to the scene that
made her smile faintly. Her smile caught Heer’s attention.
“Jija aap
sun rahi hai?” Heer looked at Ajabde’s
expression and followed her sight to see Pratap, in a white shirt, riding a
stallion in the stable grounds, just below the Chatris where they stood. The
horse was a Kathiawari, white in colour, his mane blowing gently in the wind as
Pratap smiled commanding him, not with the harness that he held gently but with
his voice.
“Faster.
Good boy!”His voice was clear and happy?
Ajabde’s attention seemed to be stuck on Pratap who looked like a true blue
blood Rajput riding his war horse. Something made her wish to keep staring as
the horse neighed to increase his speed.
Heer smiled
as she looked at Ajabde. She seems to be in awe of Dadabhai!
“Umm....That’s
Chetak Dadabhai Pratap ka ghoda, Jija.”
she nudged Ajabdeh unable to control her eagerness. Ajabde realised she
had been staring the kharus prince and looked away straightening her face.
“umm... I
was looking at the horse...It’s beautiful!”
she tried to make an excuse hoping Heer would accept it. Heer smiled
pretending to be totally fine with it. Shakti
needs to know this!
“Dadabhai
found Chetak in a mela” Heer continued noticing Ajabdeh’s eager eyes travel
back to the scene. “... when he was just a pony and took care of him. Shakti
says that Chetak only listens to Dadabhai and the care-takers are told to
maintain a respectful distance unless they want broken bones. Chetak likes to
kick apparently...” She stopped as Ajabdeh smiled.
“Jaisa
Kharus Kunwar waisa hi uska ghoda” she mumbled.
Sound of the gates opening made
them look in the opposite direction where a black Mercedes Benz S class entered
the driveway. Ajabde took one glance at the car and rushed down the stairs of
the rooftops to welcome the guest leaving a stunned Heer behind to follow her.
Jalaluddin
Mohammed Akbar popularly known as Akbar was one of the leading wedding
photographers in India. He was an A-lister high profile photographer who was
booked for months at end. He had attended a lot of high class parties and
gatherings to know the who’s who. He was well aware of the Songara family as
his own adopted father Khan Baba was a prominent businessman. He stepped out of
the car, in his blue body hugging shirt that complimented his well maintained
body, taking off his Ray-Bans taking a good look at the ancestral Haveli that
would be the backdrop of his latest photoshoot. He looked at the entrance of
the house as he heard her making him smile.
“Jallal...
mere jaan!” Ajabde ran to her childhood
friend and hugged him tight. He had come to Udaipur for her wedding but she was
not able to spend any time with him because of all the rituals and she had
runaway on the sangeet night while everyone was busy getting drunk and dancing.
Now, after so many days when he received a call from an unknown number and her
unsure voice said “Can you do me a favour?” He cancelled everything to come
where she asked him to for some answers as well as to rest his worries about
her well being.
“Ohh there
she is …meri runaway dulhania” he teased hugging her. His eyes were calm and
happy that he had found her safe and sound far away from danger but inside he
had a lot of questions brewing especially in regards to her elopement and
sudden engagement to the Songara prince which he had learned through his
sources. He hadn’t believed it to be the same Ajabdeh until the address she
gave was of the Songara Farmhouse making him worry about the rumours being
true. Never had Ajabdeh ever mentioned even knowing Pratap Singh let alone
elope to be with him.
Pratap’s
eyes narrowed as he took in the scene from a distance. He had been riding
Chetak and had slowed down when the car entered the driveway. He knew that a
photographer was coming over for the pre-wedding shoot but he was not aware
that he was an acquaintance of hers. Chetak’s sudden neigh made him realise he
had unknowingly tightened his grip on the reins as they hugged.
“Sorry
buddy” he patted Chetak and saw everyone walking back inside. He turned around
towards the stable. It was time he introduced himself to the photographer after
all musibat was his fiance in the eyes of the world. He entered the living
room, a little sweaty after his riding session, to find everyone laughing over
some story the photographer dude had just told them.
“Dadabhai”
Heer got up to make the introductions, “meet Jalal he’s going to do the
pre-wedding photo shoot for us... he’s here because of Jija... I mean...”
Pratap
nodded his head as he acknowledged Jalal who was sitting quite close to Ajabde.
Jalal stood up to shake his hands and as they came face to face , smiling at
each other with the firm shake of hands, everyone in the room was oblivious to
the tension between the two males. Ajabdeh stared right at his deep brown eyes
and back at his sweaty shirt, the extra button undone seemed to suddenly bother
her as he caught her glance making her look away. Jalal on the other hand,
followed Pratap’s gaze and stared right back at Ajabdeh who all of a sudden
found Shakti’s story of “how to make a swing” interesting as she nodded at
him. Heer got busy making a cup of tea
for Pratap while Shakti and Ajabde were both devouring down the snacks that
accompanied the tea. Jalal sat down opposite Pratap who sipped his tea hotter
than usual.
“Yeh themes
kaise rahenge?” He pointed out from his laptop at Ajabdeh who took a seat right
beside him mouth full of snacks. Suddenly, her clothes, his stares, her smiles
and giggles with Jalal made Pratap feel uncomfortable as he got up to leave.
“Aree
Dadabhai kaha jaa rahe ho?” Shakti called out as he and Heer were choosing
clothes for the photoshoot.
“I have some
work, waise bhi mera yaha koi zarurat nahi.” He stared back at the other duo,
completely lost in conversation and walked away. Ajabde looked up from the
laptop screen and cleared her dried lips watching him go.
Raja Hemant
Solankhini smiled victoriously as he steered the car towards the highway. He
had managed to escape from his house without alerting his wife or anyone else
for that matter. He played the old evergreen songs of Rafi as he drove towards
the farmhouse.
“Akele akele
kahan jaa rahe ho hume bhi saath lelo jahan jaa rahe ho...” he sang along with
the song
It was time
for him to keep an eye on the two couples, after all he needed to be sure his
daughter was safe. He smiled carefree, driving, unaware that his wife along
with her Daima had seen him sneak out of the haveli. She looked at her Daima
with a huge smile on her face.
“Humne kaha
tha na ki Rajaji apni pyaari beti ki jasoosi karne farmhouse jaa rahe. Chaliye
hum bhi chalte hain sab par nazar rakhne.” Rani Meera showed childlike enthusiasm.
Daima stared
at Rani Meera who seemed so excited on the prospect of keeping an eye on her
husband and daughter. The old woman sighed
“Kab badi
hongi aap Ranisa?”
Uday Singh
stared at the invitation card he had received a few minutes back. It was for
Shakti’s wedding. He caressed the names of his sons and released a sigh of
regret. It was true he had hurt their mother badly and in the worst possible
manner but he did love his sons. He missed them badly. Pratap and Shakti were
his priceless treasures. He had tried many times to reach out to them but the
fear of rejection was higher than that of acceptance so every time he knew he
would come face to face with them he kept back and did not take any steps to
mend the bridges. He was sure both of them would never accept him and why
should they... he had betrayed his wife, did not meet his sons for 2 years
after the divorce, agreed for the Phool-Jagmal alliance even when he knew
Rajkumari was involved with Pratap. The list of his mistakes were too long.
A proud
smile made its way on his face thinking of Pratap; his Pratap had proved to the
world and to all the people doubting his capabilities especially his step
mother. Post the Phool Kanwar fiasco he had seen his son change and those
changes as far he was concerned was the best thing that had happened to him.
Pratap had taken the Songara business to new heights, established himself as
the youngest businessman and entrepreneur of the state, carried himself as per
the traditions as well code of conduct of royals. Every time he had lost to his
son he had celebrated it by going back to their favourite dhaba and enjoyed
their favourite meal khichdi and ghevar alone. All he had was memories of days
gone and the card gave him hope that maybe they might make be able to make new
ones as long as his devious wife did not interfere.
Dinner was
served in the Songara Farmhouse as Jalal arrived to find a seat beside Ajabdeh
empty. As soon as he took it and Ajabdeh served him, Pratap stood up surprising
everyone.
“Kindly
excuse me Mr. Mohammad I have some work that needs my attention. It was a
pleasure making your acquaintance. Please don’t hesitate if you require
anything for the photoshoot. I will see you all later.”
Jalal
smiled, as Ajabdeh frowned confused at Pratap who hadn’t had a bite since the
evening. “ please call me Akbar and the pleasure was all mine. All I want to
ask is when are you free for the shoot Mr Songara?”
Pratap
stared at him incredulously “why would I do the photoshoot?”
Jalal looked
straight into his eyes as he spoke each and every word clearly “because you are
the elder brother and Ajabde’s fiancé.” Ajabdeh’s hands stopped at the bowl of
rice as she looked first at Jalal then at Pratap’s face. Heer and Shakti
exchanged a quite amused look.
“But I am
busy, I told you.” Pratap’s voice was firmer as he stared back at Ajabdeh who
suddenly seemed irked.
If anyone
would have asked Pratap what was the one thing he was scared of the most he
would probably say not being able to live up to the expectations of the people
counting on him but never would he have said that he would be afraid of a girl.
Ajabde Punwar was not just any girl and at the moment the way she was looking
reminded him of a tigress ready for her hunt and she was the hunter and he
along with Jalal were her prey!
“Excuse me”
she said is a calm voice “Jalal and I need to have a chat it has been long
overdue. We will see you later.” She took her plate and tugged at Jalal forcing
him to take his and left for her room.
“Can anyone
please tell the guests we have some rules here, one of them is sitting at the
table for your meals.” Pratap murmured loud enough for Ajabdeh to stop on her
tracks before he left.
“Now what’s
wrong?” Shakti looked clueless as Heer shook her head and smiled “Tum khaana
khao.”
IT WAZ A COOL UPDATE !!!!!!!! I LOVED IT........ ITZ LOVELY TO READ JEALOUS PRATAP....... WAITING FOR NEXT PART....... ND HAPPY NEW YEAR TO U TOO......
ReplyDeleteThank you!!
DeleteNice update...It was gud to see pratap jealous....hoping for the next update asap... and happy new year!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you!!
DeleteUpdate swill come with a gap of 1 or 2 days...both suru and I need the time to work on the updates and make them more entertaining for our lovely readers
Yayy...!! U're here...
ReplyDeleteIt's getting more n more interesting...
Aww! Chetak..! Jalal enters with a bang..!!
Someone's getting jealous h!!?
Sambhalke Kunwar sahab...!!
Enjoyed it...!!!
MaDiee
Thank you for waiting
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😂 the jealous pratu s always a treat na?
DeleteYup..!Pratu always is a treat...!!
DeleteBut his jealous side brings extra sparks...!!!
Oh Dear Jalal... Love you to the moon n back... You just crack up the chemistry between Praja!!!
ReplyDeleteAjab surely Pratap in white shirt on white horse, a little sweaty must be a scene to behold. But beware Pratap your white horse will have another fan soon as Akbar....Kya kya bachaoge Akbar se!!!
PRatap ohhhh someone was really bothered to see his so called fiancee hug a strange guy... N their proximity added more to your jealousy so I suggest dont run away under the pretext of work; rather stay there n show your right on her that is IF U WANT HER...
This is getting funny!! waiting for the next update.
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DeleteSuju Di
ReplyDeleteJalal is the catalyst for Praja chemistry...the ghee to praja fire :P
JEalousy works wonders as Pratap of Gangster once said
Jealous hogi toh andar ki baar bahaar aayegi :D
Glad you enjoyed it :)
Garima lets show Some Pralal Prem �� we are bored of praja. Lets get pralal captive... In love �� #randomcrazythought please don't kill me people
ReplyDeletePralal Prem haaye.....let's do it.
DeletePraja is accha and amazing but Pralal is mindblowing
Readers hum dono ko maarenge joote chappal sab :P