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Theme: Dreams of a Child
Fan Fiction for: Harry Potter
Weasley in Wonderland
"Incy Wincy Spider
Tickled Ronnie's nose
Ronnie was crying
Like a leaky hose…"
Ron Weasley would have given up his entire Chocolate Frog card
collection at this moment to punch Fred and George for inventing that
horrid song. But, he couldn't do that now for he was hiding from Mrs.
Weasley. As tempting as it was to give his brothers a black eye or two,
Ron had no intention of facing his hot-tempered mother or cleaning his
messy room without magic.
As he crouched behind an old oak
tree, he saw a slight movement from the corner of his eye. It was a
garden gnome who stood staring at him for a long moment. Then, all of a
sudden, it came closer and kicked him in his shins. "Why you little
git!" he hollered, all thoughts of the twins and his mother knocked out
of his head as he started chasing the bald little creature.
took a giant leap to tackle the gnome and grabbed hold of its knobby
legs. But, the gnome seemed awfully heavy; it dived into a hollow at
the bottom of a large willow tree (which appeared to be smacking every
bird that flew within its reach), pulling Ron along with it. The tunnel
was slippery and the gnome managed to kick off Ron's grip. Abruptly the
tunnel came to an end and he was floating in what appeared to be a long
underground column with all sorts of objects and creatures floating
A huddle of female house-elves bowed to him from the
top of a cupboard and said, "Welcome to Wonderland, young master with
"What's Wonderland?" Ron asked, grabbing hold of a
nearby lamp to keep gravity from pulling him downwards. One house-elf
bowed. "Wonderland was created by a wonderful muggle by the name of
Walt Disney," she squeaked.
A loud snort came from Ron's
left and a scornful voice said, "For heaven's sakes! Don't you read? A
muggle named Lewis Carroll wrote about Wonderland. It was about a girl
named Alice." Ron finally managed to swivel around in mid-air and was
surprised to see a curly-haired girl of his age, glaring at the elves
from behind a large musty book with a large H on its cover.
you must be Alice?" asked Ron. She turned her attention towards him,
her brown eyes cool. "I'm Hermione Granger. But, who are you?" He was
annoyed. "Ron Weasley," he replied curtly. "Pleasure," she replied
sarcastically. "By the way, you have dirt on your nose, did you know?
And there's a spider in your hair."
Realizing that there was
something crawling down the nape of his neck, Ron turned pale and
bellowed, "GERROF ME!" Several things happened at once. The house-elves
jumped on Hermione's desk in alarm, toppling over books, parchment and
red ink which scattered into empty space and floated like a giant
amoeba over Ron's head. In the confusion, Hermione toppled over with a
scream started falling downwards rapidly.
;nbs p; Instinctively, Ron reached out to grab her
wrist, decelerating her downward ascent to a floating pace. "How come
you were falling down so quickly?" he asked. "It's the weight of
wisdom," she said gravely. Absolutely mental, thought Ron with disgust.
"Oh look, we've nearly reached the bottom!" said Hermione excitedly.
Once they landed on the soft grass at the base, Ron hurriedly let go of
her hand, feeling a bit embarrassed.
;nbs p; The sound of trumpets blaring in the distance
captured their attention and they decided to see what was happening.
"Wait! Hide behind this rock. We don't know if those people are
friendly or not," said Hermione sensibly. "Why are you still following
me?" he asked irritably. "Shhhh! Someone's coming!" She grabbed him by
the arm and pulled him behind the boulder just in time to see an
enormous carriage pulled by pythons and a procession of mountain trolls
marching in their direction.
;nbs p; "All Hail His Majesty Draco Malfoy and Her
Majesty Moaning Myrtle!" a boorish voice shouted. Ron chuckled. Was
Draco a name? Hermione elbowed him angrily. It was too loud. "What was
that noise, Crabbe? Was that a Mudblood?" the blond King asked. A loud
sob distracted him. "You are so insensitive to my feelings! Just
because I'm a ghost without any blood, it doesn't mean that I don't
have a heart!" wailed his wife. "Oh no, darling, I didn't mean to hurt
;nbs p; "Let's get out of here," Hermione muttered.
As they began to inch backwards, one of the obese guards spotted them
and alerted the King with a resounding cry. "Off with their heads!"
shouted Draco and Myrtle in unison, their argument forgotten. "RUN!"
yelled Ron, grabbing hold of Hermione's hand once more as they raced
towards the forest, with the procession at their heels.
;nbs p; They slid through a narrow maze entrance,
which slowed down the chase a bit as the wide carriage could not get
through. There they saw a black-haired, bespectacled boy reaching
towards a large trophy. "Oy! You there! Could you help us get away from
that git King and his Queen?" yelled Ron. The boy looked at them and
grinned. For some reason, Ron liked him immediately. "Here's my broom,"
said the boy. "Make sure you fly north-west till you reach a black
lake, and then turn right."
"Thanks mate," Ron said. "What's your name?"
"Harry Potter," replied the boy. Ron tried to remember where he had
heard the name, but was distracted when Harry and handed them his broom
-- a top-of-the-line Nimbus 2000! "Whoa! This is a beauty!" said Ron in
admiration. "How will I return it to you?" Harry smiled mysteriously.
"Er..don't worry about it. I'm sure we'll meet again." Hermione merely
eyed the broom with apprehension and muttered, "I hate flying."
;nbs p; They just kicked off the ground and into the
air just in time to hear King Draco's howl of dismay. Hermione didn't
make flying a lot of fun. Why are girls so clingy? Ron wondered
impatiently. But, actually he wouldn't have minded her so much if she
hadn't been muttering dark warnings throughout the flight. "Mind that
tree!" she screamed suddenly. There was a crack of green light and all
;nbs p; Ron blinked his eyes open and yawned widely.
A large spider was staring down at him from the windowsill.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed. "Mum! Ickle Ronnie's in his room!"
yelled George. "RONALD WEASLEY! CLEAN YOUR ROOM AT ONCE!" Ron grimaced
and got off his bed, facing his mother, who looked like she wanted to
box his ears. Without another word, he began to pick up the comic books
scattered across the floor.
There was also a tattered old novel
under his bed. Ron pulled it out with disgust. Ginny and her obsession
with muggle stories! This one was called Alice in Wonderland. For some
reason, it sounded familiar, but he couldn't fathom why. The spider on
the windowsill was gone now, but he could see the twins sporting wide
grins. Fred withdrew a large toy spider from his pocket. "Is Ickle
Ronnie looking for his friend?" he asked in a baby voice.
;nbs p; "Shut up!" Ron said, his face red. The twins
ignored him and started to sing again at the top of their voices:
"Incy Wincy Spider
Tickled Ronnie's nose
Ronnie was crying
Like a leaky hose…"
gritted his teeth and savagely pulled the crumpled sheet off his bed.
Stupid gits! I'll get into Gryffindor when I get to Hogwarts and I'll
show them! With that firm vow, Ron dumped the comics into a large box
in the corner and took his dirty clothes downstairs for a wash.
watched her from across the room. She was dancing with Prithvi, her
date for this evening's End of the School Year Ball. If looks could
kill, Prithvi would have died the moment he had walked into the room
with her on his arm. His eyes drifted slightly to the red head who also
seemed rather unhinged at the sight of her and the famous Prithvi.
He let out a growl of frustration and anger.
was no hidden fact that he hated her. What people didn't know was that
he hated her because he could never have her. Somehow, over the past
four years he had managed to fall in love with her spunk.
Unconsciously, his hand drifted up to his face as his fingers touched
the spot she had hit him the previous year. Was it sad that he was
rather turned on by the fact that she would hit him? Most people in
this school were scared to death of him. Many of the girls fawned over
him because of his looks and his wealth. But then there was her…
didn't give a crap about how much money there was to his name. Though,
that could have something to do with the fact that she didn't give a
crap about him.
Somehow, that too turned him on. He had always liked a challenge.
he made no attempt to pursue her. She would never have him, and even if
she did, his father would kill him if he knew the thoughts running
through his head. After all, who gave him the permission to love the
daughter of his father's biggest rival? It was purely unacceptable. For
one thing, Khanna's weren't supposed to know how to love. Their hearts
were merely an organ that pumped blood, there was no emotion hidden
Which left him with the frustrating question of why him.
Why? Why did he have to have a heart that actually worked? Why her? Why
did she have to be the one he secretly yearned for?
It was a battle that raged in his mind every day. It was an ugly battle of mind over heart, and his heart seemed to be winning.
shook his head. It was foolish of him to think about her at all.
Pointless for him to blindly give his heart to a woman that neither
wanted it nor was, in the world's eye, worthy of it. He could laugh at
the latter thought. Her not worthy of him?! That thought was mad. She
was worthy of anyone; it was him who wasn't worthy of her. After all,
what kind of man goes around insulting the woman he is in love with?
Angad Khanna, that's who.
could never have her; it was something that he mentally repeated
constantly. He had been hoping it would sink in, but, alas, it never
had. Somehow, he knew it never would.
He was addicted to her. The
overwhelming fact that he could never have her simply propelled his
addiction and forced him into an automatic withdrawal.
around the room, he seethed at the guys that were taking notice of her
body that had been hidden under the unflattering school uniform. She
definitely had a body, but somehow he had always known that. These guys
staring at her now knew nothing. It was merely lust that was propelling
them and that fact made him want to hit them, kill them… anything.
If he could just show her the inside of his mind and thoughts, maybe she would see… Maybe she would give him a chance.
He scowled and rolled his eyes. Those were thoughts of desperation. He hated desperation.
only thing he seemed to feel more hatred for than desperation was the
situation he was currently in. He was stuck. Minus his relationship
with his father where he could never disobey his father out of fear of
consequence, he had never been stuck in any situation. He ruled the
school. In many ways, he ruled the entire student body of the music
academy, in the same way his father ruled over him: fear. There was
only a handful of students in the academy that would never fear him.
She was one of them.
And, sadly, she would never know just how much he loved her for that.
let out a sigh as he watched her laugh with him… with Prithvi… When he
had first met Prithvi, he had liked him. But not anymore, not now…
After Prithvi had managed to get the one girl he couldn't. The one girl
Suddenly she turned as she looked in his direction.
She could probably have felt his eyes staring at her intently. He kept
his stance as for a few moments he managed to look straight into her
eyes. He had no fear of her spotting him. She locked eye contact with
him for a couple of seconds, but then threw a nasty look at him.
Shaking her head slightly, she turned her attention back to Prithvi.
was nothing he could do but watch her, so that was all he intended on
doing. Tonight was his night. No one would miss him as they thought he
had fallen ill after dinner. They thought he was in bed. They were
Maybe someday he would tell her how he felt. Who knows,
maybe someday he would actually stop caring about his reputation and
start being nice to her? And maybe someday she would reciprocate those
feelings? Maybe, someday… But that was someday, and this was now. And
for now, he supposed, all he could do was watch her from distant eyes.
Spark, a touch, an… attraction!
Khanna had spent the last two years with a deadly secret, one only to
be kept to himself. It was finally his last year at the music academy,
and he was still trapped. Angad had desired Kripa in the most careful,
secret and loving way any enemy could ever love someone that loathed
them. I hate her for her smile, he thought. That blasted smile always
makes me want to kiss her.
It had started in their second year.
I can remember it oh so well, Angad thought bitterly. It was a Tuesday,
at dinner. It was the day we made the connection. That evening, Kripa
had just walked into the canteen. After a while Angad found himself
watching Kripa. For the first time, he watched her with jealousy. He
couldn't stand her perfections; it made him irate beyond belief. As he
sat down, he thought about why his anger and jealousy were hand in
hand. He kept thinking and thinking, trying to understand. He shocked
himself. She's happy without me in her life.
The thought was a
double-edged sword; he found himself wishing it was different. Kripa
turned her head and saw Angad looking at her as they made eye contact.
Nothing was said under their breaths; no hatred in either's eyes. They
looked into each other's eyes and saw one another as individuals. He
found himself thriving on that forbidden emotion, the enjoyment of the
fact that for the first time, he saw her as a beautiful person.
tried to ignore that memory for two years, and as a result, it became
powerful. He began to notice small things about her that made him fall
for her. He had found himself wanting to be Prithvi Bose. The one thing
that Prithvi had that Angad didn't was Kripa Sharma.
it. Angad would send her a message over breakfast the next day and tell
her to meet him in the evening. He'd meet her by the lakeside and all
that was meant to be would reveal itself.
morning Kripa walked to the Academy and went into the canteen where
they were greeted all of their friends. Kripa looked up and saw a girl
handing her a letter.
I need to talk to you about something.
Meet me at the lake after dinner so we
can chat. I look forward to seeing you.
gasped. Angad Khanna? Then it hit her. Kripa flashed back to the day a
couple of years ago where she and Angad had made a connection. It was
incredibly powerful, even if it was only for a minute or two. She had
never felt that shock of pleasure with anyone else.
been dreading this rendezvous with Angad all day. As she came upon the
lakeside of the school, she saw the familiar brown hair waiting for her.
This is why I wanted to take a walk. We need to take a walk so we can
have some privacy. I'm not setting you up for anything. I just need to
tell you something, so perhaps we can solve a problem of mine." Angad
"You want me to help you?" Kripa asked quietly.
"Yes," Angad replied, almost laughing.
looked at him suspiciously to see if there was any ulterior motive.
After a moment of silence all she found was Angad the way she saw him
that one moment.
She walked to him and they started to walk around
the lake. Neither of them said anything for a while. Angad tried to
calm himself down while he walked with Kripa. He felt comfortable for
the first time. He reminded himself that this was possibly the only
time he'd get alone with Kripa.
"So what's this problem?" Kripa asked.
wanted to just blurt it out. I love you, Kripa. And it makes me sick
inside. He knew he had to ease her into this, however. Sworn enemies
usually do not love each other.
"Well," he started. "It all started when we made eye contact."
"Well, I figured," Kripa smiled.
Gosh she's beautiful when she smiles, he thought.
"Wait, before I tell you this, I need you to tell me what you felt when you experienced it, and then I'll continue."
"Why me first?" she asked.
"Because it'll make everything easier for me," Angad replied.
continued on walking around the lake. They were both delaying time;
Kripa, because she didn't know what to say, and Angad, because he knew
that this moment was possibly the scariest moment of his life.
"So," Kripa started. "You'd like me to tell you what I thought a couple of years ago?"
"Yeah," Angad said. "It'd be nice to know."
knew at that moment something had happened that would change
everything, and I had always hoped that it would be for the better. I
was hoping that you would stop playing devil's advocate. I wasn't
looking for friendship, just a kind of understanding from you, like we
had that brief instant. But the last couple of years have proved me
wrong, and I'm incredibly disappointed. For a little while, I was
hoping that it would happen again. I was hoping that you and I would
talk about it much sooner."
"Well," Angad said, "perhaps we could figure something out."
"Why are you doing this?" Kripa asked. "Why are you taking the time trying to make me happy?"
shall reveal itself in time, he said to her through his eyes. They
stopped walking and watched each other look at one another. Kripa broke
away and continued walking. Angad followed her.
"Since that day, I've fallen for you more and more," Angad said slowly. Kripa stopped walking.
"What exactly do you mean?" she inquired.
"You'll figure it out as I tell you," Angad reassured her. "You're smart." And beautiful and caring… he added to himself.
existence itself made me irate beyond all belief and I just wanted
nothing to do with you. But then I asked myself…" Angad hesitated. "I
asked myself why and I surprised myself with the answer."
realized that you were happy without me in your life. And I was fine
with that for the most part, but I also wanted it to be different. I
think after we had our moment together, I found myself wanting to know
you more, but I was sickened by that thought, so as a result, I took it
all out on you," Angad said. "But what's more important is that I've
fallen in love with you, and I'm angrier and more scared than I ever
have been in my entire life."
He took a few steps closer to her
and touched her cheek with the gentle fingertips. "I love you, Kripa.
It's becoming more and more real ever since I first saw you simply as
"But I have a boyfriend," Kripa replied. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"
would you have expected me to do, Kripa?" Angad muttered, clearly
upset. "Besides, it's been torturing me. For two years, I've kept this
secret, and now I've found more and more that I needed you."
"What if I had hoped for this when we first understood each other?"
"Are you saying that you loved me too?"
had a crush on you for years, Angad, more so during our 3rd year. But
when Prithvi asked me out the following summer, I couldn't say no. This
year I love him more and more every day."
"So it's too late,"
nodded. "It's too late," she said. She felt herself close the gap
between the two of them and hugged him around the neck. Her loving
gesture surprised Angad as he held her close to him.
"Any chance this may happen?" he asked her, looking into her eyes.
"Ever?" Kripa wanted to clarify.
"Yes," Angad cautiously.
"It depends," Kripa said.
nodded in understanding. "God forbid," Kripa continued, "but if Prithvi
and me do ever break-up, then maybe. But Angad, I really don't have any
"I don't either,"
"I'm sorry, Angad," she said quietly.
"It's okay," he replied. "I love you, Kripa. You know I'll always wait for you,"
"Go. It's getting late and everyone's going to be going after my head if you don't come back soon."
"I don't know what the future will hold for us, but perhaps we can work together more."
"I couldn't knowingly go out of my way to hurt you anymore," Angad responded. "Not after tonight."
Kripa smiled. She gave him a quick peck on a cheek before she headed back to her apartment "Bye, Angad."
watched Kripa leave. He knew that it was the right thing to do. He knew
that letting go, letting himself be what was kept hidden had indeed
been stupid, but he knew that he would never have changed anything if
he had the chance. It was real, and it kept him alive.
No one gets hurt
always met at the same spot. They met at the same time; religiously.
The same dark, dank hallway; the same minute. Neither is sure exactly
when it started, nor why it started, or whom the other was. One day she
was walking from the library, and he was there. Just standing there.
She glared at him as she walked past. He kept his face emotionless. All
except his eyes. That was why she chose the same path the next day.
was still there. This time she didn't glare as she walked past. She
stared. The coldness in his eyes chilled her, but there was something
under them. Something she didn't have a name for. That became her new
path to her dorms.
She'd walk past, and he'd stare. And she'd
stare. That's all they ever did. Stare. She was determined to figure
out what it was in those eyes. What that raw, unnerving emotion was.
She still hadn't figured it out, when one day he stepped in front of
"Let's just go our separate ways, and no one gets hurt,"
she tried to make her voice drip with venom, but it shook slightly. He
smirked and shook his head. She raised her chin defiantly and stepped
past him. He let her go.
He always let her go. Everyday he'd
step in front of her, and everyday she'd walk around him. He was too
stubborn to try and make her stay, because that would be admitting he
wanted her to stay. And he couldn't do that. He couldn't admit it. It
would be disgraceful.
She always left. Everyday he'd step up,
and everyday she'd leave. She was too stubborn to see what would happen
if she stayed, because that would be admitting she wanted to stay. And
she couldn't do that. She couldn't admit it. It would be shameful.
couldn't stop coming, though. Even though she couldn't stay, she'd
still stare. She still hadn't figured out what was in his eyes. Days
turned into weeks, weeks into months, but you could always find them
there. Staring. At each other. Past each other. Into each other.
started to annoy her. Why didn't he do anything? Why didn't he stop
her? Why didn't he at least say something? That's when she figured it
out. "Fear," she told him one night. He raised an eyebrow. "That's
what's in your eyes. Fear."
"I am not afraid of anything," he informed her bitterly.
you are. You're afraid of what else is in your eyes. Love," she said
the last word as if it were a dare. As if she was daring him to stop
her this time. To do something he had never done before. But he refused
to admit defeat, so he let her go.
The next day he was still
there, still blocking her path. By now she was furious with him. This
time she was going to do something he couldn't ignore. She glared at
him before standing on her tiptoes and kissing him full on the mouth.
Once again she left; once again he didn't stop her.
The next day
she stormed up to him, her cheeks tinted with anger. He smiled and she
slapped him across the face. "You're a coward," she whispered.
a coward, am I?" he asked. He pushed her against the wall and kissed
her. The kiss deepened; that was the first time he stopped her.
that their meetings became more frequent and longer. She started
reaching her apartment later and later neither of them mentioned the
end of school; they didn't want to admit that their relationship was
going to end soon. So they continued enjoying their last few days
"What are you going to do when you leave?" she asked one night.
"I'll probably do what my father expects of me," he said.
"You don't have to." she whimpered knowing exactly what his father wanted him to do.
"You know I couldn't." That was the end of the conversation.
public no one knew about their relationship. There were glares, and no
one noticed the hidden meaning behind them. They weren't friendly
toward each other, but they were civil. Everyone assumed it was because
she was trying to promote better relations. They didn't know just how
much of a relationship was there. No one ever witnessed them together
As the day before the train arrived came, so did their
last meeting. They kissed before she sighed. "What now? Are we over?"
He didn't have to answer. "Before we leave, say my name. Not once this
year have you said my name," she whispered.
"I couldn't. That would make this real; that would mean I'd have to say goodbye..." he whispered back.
"You don't have to! You can escape your father." She told him, but he shook his head and kissed her one last time.
"Like you said, let's just go our separate ways and no one gets hurt."
The village was dotted with red and white lamps. Children lit
firecrackers, letting out peals of laughter as the crackers
disintegrated into bursts of light and energy. "One day, he'll be
playing with them," a woman told her husband softly, gazing at her
sleeping baby with tenderness. Stroking his wife's auburn hair, the man
smiled as he watched the proceedings, but inwardly he felt uneasy.
&nbs p; There had been eleven murders this week alone.
The sky over each burning house was branded with a glittering skeletal
head, its leering mouth open to reveal a serpentine tongue. The
Longbottoms had escaped in the nick of time. He remembered that they
too had a son. "Do you think there is a traitor amongst us, Lily?" he
whispered to his wife. Lily turned to look at her husband's pale and
&nbs p; Bright lights of the village dotted the metal
rims of his round glasses, but the hazel eyes behind the glasses held
no sparkle that night. "It seems like an awful thing, but I do think
that there have been too many coincidences. There have been several
sneak attacks on Order members…" her voice trailed off as the baby
began to wail. She gently rocked him in her arms until he fell back to
sleep once more.
&nbs p; "I'm worried about you and Harry," her husband
continued. "James Potter, I am no weakling," Lily teased him. He didn't
smile. Once again, he was lost in thought. "James, let us live for the
moment," said his wife gently. "Living in constant fear is never going
to help us." James tried to relax and put his arm around his wife. But,
his right hand was buried into his robe pocket, tightly gripping his
p; Moments went by before a loud scream cut through the
laughter and merriment. The Potters instantly rose to their feet as a
group of hooded figures began swarming Godric's Hollow. "He knows!"
James said hoarsely. "Sirius? Did he do this?" questioned Lily, her
horrified eyes fixed on the jets of red and green lights propelling
from the Death Eaters' wands. "NEVER! Sirius would DIE before he
betrayed us!" James shouted vehemently. "Then who…?"
&nbs p; "Peter..." said James slowly, his face glowing
with rage. "Sirius made him our Secret Keeper!" However, before Lily
had any time to react to this information, a tall, hooded figure with
red, glowing eyes floated towards them. "Lily, take Harry and RUN!"
James shouted, ushering his wife and child into the house and whipping
out his wand to face the wizard who called himself Lord Voldemort.
&nbs p; As Lily raced inside, she heard a high,
maniacal laugh and a thud on the front door as blinding green light
rocketed throughout the little house. She placed Harry in his crib and
pulled out her own wand, her heart breaking as she realized that James
was gone. Voldemort had killed him. A smell akin to decay filled the
nursery as the murderer stepped into the room.
&nbs p; "Expelliarmus," he said lazily, shooting Lily's
wand out of her grasp. Throwing herself in front of the crib like a
human shield, Lily pleaded with him, "Please not Harry! Kill me
instead!" Voldemort grimaced behind the hood. "Get out of my way, silly
girl!" he shouted. Realizing that there really was no mercy in this
creature, Lily screamed, "NEVER!" and leapt forward to attack Voldemort
with her bare hands. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" shouted the hooded man, his cold,
cruel voice filled with mirth.
&nbs p; "HARRY!" Lily screamed, as a jet of green light
rocketed through her body, draining out the last vestiges of her
strength and her very life. "Now, its your turn…Harry Potter," cooed
Voldemort. The baby stared up at him innocently through his bright
green eyes – his mother's eyes. Foolish girl, thought Voldemort. She
could have made herself useful. "Goodnight..." Once more, Lord
Voldemort performed the killing curse. It would be relatively easy,
this one. Then no prophecy would be fulfilled.
&nbs p; It was only when the curse rebounded that he
realized his fatal error. The Love Sacrifice. Lily's shield. Harry's
blessing. His curse.
A blood-curdling screech was torn from his
throat as his body turned to ashes. He was alive, but only barely. With
a roar of fury, the shadowy form of what was once the most feared
wizard of all time disappeared into the woods, leaving behind the
burning wreck of a house.
Later on in the night, a
tall bearded man wearing bright purple robes and a tall, pointed
sorcerer's hat kneeled down on the front veranda of a neat muggle house
at the address of Number 4, Privet Drive. Gently he tucked a sealed
envelope in a basket where a sleeping infant lay, his black hair barely
covering a red, lightning shaped scar on his forehead. The little one
never knew what he had unknowingly gained and lost in the same night.
"Good luck to you, Harry Potter," the old man whispered. "And goodnight."
such a simple word and yet, it symbolizes so many things and resonates
differently with everyone. For some, the word is a part of their
reality. They suffer this word and all of its torment every day for the
simplest reasons. Whether it's watching a movie, or winning a race.
Tears can appear in the most unlikely places. Even love. In fact, love
is often associated with tears because it is a reminder of pain,
suffering, the unthinkable and even betrayal. For Kripa, love had
become pain and pain had become love, there was no difference in the
two; they sat side by side, like enemies joined together; black and
white; Rich and poor. Angad and Kripa.
How did it happen? This
question is perfectly understandable. But, I'm afraid I cannot explain
it to you, for not even Kripa and Angad understood it. It just
happened. Similar to the way lightning always follows thunder; there is
no clear explanation. It just is.
Let me take you back in time.
Back to when it all ended. For the beginning of a story is never as
interesting as the end and I assure you, this is no exception.
Kripa woke up and made her way down the hall and into the kitchen of her four room flat.
Angad was waiting for her.
stopped. She and Angad had been "going out" for three months now after
a very long, hard, distressing period of time in her life when she had
been battling with the ways of fate. Angad had always made it a habit
to call before paying Kripa a visit at her flat, and he never visited
at 7:30 in the morning, under any circumstances.
Until now, that is.
"Hey," Angad drawled.
Kripa cleared her now very dry throat. "H-hi,"
smirk increased. "I needed to talk to you so I thought I'd stop by." He
stood up from the chair he had been sitting in and made to walk over to
her and kiss her on the cheek, but Kripa moved her head out of the way.
"Without calling?" she asked.
loved this about her and the way she crossed her arms as she said this.
Angad's smirk turned into a smile as he watched her adorable figure
react to his snobbish, arrogant attitude that he could go where he
pleased without bothering to consider other people's schedules. But
this time there was a reason, a big reason. And it was killing him from
the inside out. "I thought I'd surprise you when you woke up."
Kripa looked skeptical. "What did you want to talk to me about?" trying to cover up her fear
didn't want to tell her like this, not now. But he had no choice. He
knew Kripa well enough to know that she wouldn't drop the subject until
he had told her every last detail.
Finally, he answered, without looking at her, "I'm leaving."
The tension in the room was so thick it could have been cut with a knife.
Angad cleared his throat and continued. "My mom is making me I have no choice."
breathing was shorter now and she felt slightly dizzy at his words.
Above all, though, she felt love and anger pulsing through her veins.
not permanent, yet," Angad tried again, sensing her awaited anger
bubbling just below the surface. The tears would be that part that
would kill him. Angad watched as emotion after emotion washed across
her face. Finally, as if deciding on the best-fit emotion for the
situation at hand, she started to tremble in . Kripa shouted in Angad's
face. "After everything that's happened, you're just going to forget
about it? What about me?
He whispered. "I just don't know."
day seemed to pass, then two. Kripa looked at Angad and said in a tone
barely audible, "I love you, Angad. I love you so much."
looked up at her and watched as the tears spilled down her face. His
heart broke for what felt like the millionth time that morning as he
watched her and drank in her words. They were the most perfect words in
the entire world and he savored the way they had sounded from her lips.
carefully kneeled down beside him and brought his chin up to look at
her. His honey colored eyes peering back at her with pain and sadness.
It felt like he was looking into forever. Kripa leaned toward him very
slowly her lips inching closer to his. When she was finally an inch
away, the door of her apartment flew open and Angad's mom stood in the
doorway with a lunatic expression on her face.
"I can't believe
you!," Naina said. "I just... I just can't. You would go behind my
back. Your own mother's back for this low life scum!"
"MOM! Don't you ever talk about Kripa like that!" Angad replied with anger and venom at every word.
Naina said. She reached out for his arm and pulled it, getting him to
look at her. "Why not? What are you going to do? You are going to
America and that is final! It will get you away from HER." Naina threw
a reproachful look at Kripa.
"Kripa, listen," Angad said, lowering his voice and turning to face her again.
you listen. I have done everything for you! You have no right to just
leave on me. I love you and it will kill me if you leave."
His heart was torn by her words.
"Just answer me this, Angad. Did any of it mean anything to you? Or was it just a game?"
course it did," Angad said. His heart shattered again at the idea that
she thought he had never loved her. "I want to feel like I'm supporting
this relationship and when I propose to you, you'll have money to live
"Did you just say you were going to propose to me?" she asked skeptically.
"I would do anything for you. I love you, you know that, right?" planting a soft kiss on her lips
"ANGAD!! She is a piece of trash!" trying to separate her son from Kripa.
Kripa smiled at him behind her tears. Both of them ignoring Naina, "I do."
"I'm so sorry, Kripa. I have no choice."
Kripa whispered, defeat evident in her voice. "Don't!" Kripa sobbed. He
was determined to take away all of her pain and load it to his own
shoulders before he left her. "No. Please don't,"
backed away, his front facing her the whole time as he carefully backed
up toward the door. "I love you, Kripa. Don't ever forget that. I love
you so much."
"Angad," she cried, her voice cracking. "Don't go.
Angad, please." She sat there on the floor, she continued to whisper
the same word, over and over again, as if trying unsuccessfully to
engrave it in her mind.
And he was gone.
That was it.
Kripa stayed on the ground in the kitchen of her flat for two days. She
didn't sleep, she didn't eat, she barely moved at all. Alliyah came to
visit her on the third day of her solitude. Still, Kripa barely ate.
Her soul seemed to have followed Angad to America to a point of no
return. A week passed and finally a letter came she opened it up and
read the words inside.
I dropped a tear in the ocean.
The day I find it will be the day I stop loving you.
I will come back. I promise you. Wait for me until then.
is a strange thing. It can be a lifesaving experience or it can cause
the ultimate suffering. For Kripa Sharma, love plagued her life. It
turned her perfect, wonderful, beautiful life into a life she never
wanted to look back on.
Naina knew that Angad was planning to go
back to India. She decided to separate them once and for all. She sent
an anonymous letter to Kripa stating that Angad died in a car accident
there. Kripa broke totally. She lost all meaning to live. She then did
the only thing that would give her mind peace. She committed suicide.
did come back, although the condition in which he saw things when he
finally returned was about as far from what he expected. Alliyah told
him what happened. Angad knew who did this, and he sought revenge. Then
having no goal left in life he too joined Kripa in heaven, and they
laughed and cried together in heaven for eternity.
A tear is an
interesting substance. Not many things are created from emotion. For a
tear to really be a tear, it must come from eyes. Scientists can
recreate its substance, but it will never be an actual tear until it's
created by a person's body and emotion and falls from their eyes.
Only then, can it truly be called a tear.
day was not going very well at all for Kripa Sharma. Sure, it was a
rare sunny occasion and people everywhere seemed unusually cheerful.
But something just wasn't right. In fact, the abundant joy that bounced
off every person she passed contrasted greatly with how life was
treating her. Couples roamed the streets of London, sharing ice cream
and holding hands. A young man helped an old lady cross the street;
parents actually seemed pleased to be around their pestering children
and more over, a well-to-do teenager just found a fifty-pound note.
Everybody was having the best of luck.
But not Kripa.
had just come out of a job interview for a position as journalist for
The Times and it had gone terribly wrong. Not that she wasn't qualified
for the job. It's just that when they started asking unexpected
questions. She had found it a little difficult to deal with. Unable to
think clearly due to the rise of sudden panic, Kripa had blurted out
the first loads of nonsense that had entered her mind. Unfortunately,
she couldn't quite recall the answers she fed them, it was all a big
embarrassing blur now. All she knew was, there was no way she was
getting that job.
This is what happens to people trying to make
a living in the real world. They crash and burn. Quickly.
Unfortunately, Kripa's passion for journalism had led her to having
nervous breakdowns working for London's News. Then she had found out
about her father's bad health and decided to live with them for some
time. In the meantime she decided to look for work. Having a look
around in news agencies, she had picked her favorite magazine: The
Times. All these events led her to the current state; pushing her way
through crowds to get to the coffee shop for some release. It would
calm her nerves momentarily.
'Ah drats!' Kripa exclaimed. Two
snotty street brats rushed passed her, snatching the paper wrapped
sandwich that was to be her lunch. They disappeared instantly but it
didn't matter, nobody had taken any notice. 'Just my luck' she muttered
At the coffee shop she ordered a quick espresso and a
slice of cheesecake. She felt it was the right time to spoil herself by
indulging in sugary goodness. That was rare, for her mother was
constantly at her about dieting and 'keeping the best appearance'.
Well, what her mother didn't know wouldn't hurt her-or anybody else in
Just when things started to seem a little better
(she hadn't been robbed in the last five minutes), Kripa was
interrupted from her state of cheesecake chewing bliss, by a voice that
snapped her back to reality.
'Well, well, well. What a surprise! We have a beautiful young lady here sitting all alone!' The voice was a sarcastic drawl.
Kripa closed her eyes thinking, 'A surprise indeed.'
tried to hide the bitterness that was clearly embellished on her
countenance. 'Who are you?' She spat the last word venomously.
'Angad Khanna. I'm here working, and I noticed you all alone so I thought I would say hi!'
'At a coffee shop?'
Angad frowned. 'Actually, I'm taking my break. I work in the hospital around the corner. What's your name?'
'That's nice. My name is Kripa.'
Angad looked slightly uncomfortable. 'Where do you work.'
'Well I just came back from my job interview for The Times newspaper. Just my luck I didn't get it!'
'Yes well, these things happen.'
Kripa laughed. 'True, but what is up with everyone today? Everyone is so jolly!.'
was interrupted from replying by a man carrying a huge blow-up love
heart through the crowded tables. 'Oh, sorry! Excuse me!'
'What's that all about?' Kripa eyed him strangely.
'It's Valentines Day.' Angad sneered.
'So that's why everyone's been acting all happy!'
Angad rolled his eyes and looked at his watch. 'Looks like I've got to get going.'
Kripa took the last gulp of her espresso and stood up. 'Yes, me too. Mum expects me home soon.'
'You still live with your parents?' Angad asked incredulously. Kripa sensed his amusement, not sharing it at all.
'No need to explain anything to me Kripa! It's your strange little life, not mine.'
Kripa wanted to punch his smirking face. To put a smudge on that perfect skin.
Unintentionally, they walked in the same direction, side by side.
'Am I really so attractive that you have to follow me everywhere?' Angad asked smugly. 'Oh, but of course I am!'
'Shut up, Angad. The train station's this way. I wouldn't intentionally walk with you anywhere!'
were about to round a corner when a most unexpected thing happened. A
camera crew with a small crowd of excited people bustled toward them.
'Ah, here's another happy couple!'
'Are they talking to us?' Kripa asked in exasperation. Angad seemed just as confused.
Her question was answered when one of the men jostled up to them with a microphone and started talking. 'What are your names?'
'Excellent! And I bet you two are having a wonderful Valentine's Day?'
'Well! Can we have a kiss for our home viewers? Come on, add to the occasion, and make your contribution of love!'
man just wouldn't shut up. Kripa was ready to escape this incredibly
embarrassing situation but was stopped. By Angad's mouth.
froze. What the hell was going on! Was Angad kissing her? The only
problem was, she felt herself respond to it. Then it was over and the
whole street seemed to explode in cheers.
Kripa's cheeks flames
red. Oh God. The camera and its followers instantly rushed away looking
for another willing pair. Not that she had been willing or anything…
'What did you do that for? 'She hissed in a low voice, not daring to meet Angad's eyes.
'It was the only way to get rid of them.' He shrugged.
Kripa began to walk quickly along the path, leaving Angad behind.
'Wait!' He called. When Kripa wouldn't stop he grabbed hold of her arm.
'What?' She said impatiently, still a bit flushed.
Angad took a few seconds before responding. 'Would you like to- I mean, would you be interested in- uh, what I mean to say is-'
'Just spit it out Angad.'
'Do you want to meet me here again same time tomorrow?' He mumbled quickly.
'What?' Kripa was now completely shocked. 'You want to go out with me?'
'Well, just to meet up as friends of course! I mean, I don't really know anyone else around here…'
'Uh, I guess.' The atmosphere was growing increasingly uncomfortable.
'Unless you want it to be a date.' He added slyly.
Kripa rolled her yes. 'Keep dreaming.'
'I must have been when you returned my kiss.'
She froze. What? She had SO not kissed him! 'Don't be stupid, I wouldn't kiss you in a million years.'
'Whatever. Look, I'll see you tomorrow, I really have to go.'
rushed off to her train, mind buzzing, face as red as a beetroot. Did
Angad really just ask her out? Was that even possible? They had just
Furthermore, was that flutter in her stomach excitement? Surely not!
she trotted off in a mad rush, Angad watched with mischievous eyes. But
he too was rather surprise. Did he just ask Kripa on a date? Did he
really find her attractive? They had just met too!
Dreams of a child.
The story is based in malaysia!
Dev & Tina are known as the world's best lovers! This is because they share everything wid each other!
Tina:- Dev, i made our family complete!
Dev:- i knw Tina! i love u! Thnx 4 being der!
Tina:- Hey Dev! i shud thnk u 4 being wid me! i love u!
Dev:- i just cant wait to hv my litle Tina baby!
Tina:- Excuse me??? i want small Dev boy!
Dev:- No! I want a little angel Tina!
Dev:- Yes! Tina, letz go & do sum shopping 4 our cute baby!
Tina:- v wil do shopping bt for a smart boy!
ok watever bt i wil buy a football ball & also sum bats for
cricket! i wil make him like Sachin Tendulkar! Dev:- & if its a gal
den i wil make her a dancer like madhuri dixhit!
Tina:- Dev, v both wil love him so much!
Dev:- Tina, if its she or he, it doesnt matter coz it will b first prove of our love!
Tina:- yee! But Dev i m so excited about this baby!
Dev:- v wil make a new room for her in where she can do watever she wants!
Tina:- v wil also get for her loadz of toys!
Dev:- & ofcourse i wil papmer her if its a gal den!
Tina:- i wil pamper him if its a cute boy!
Dev:- i wil give her ice-creams everyday & also 5pocket money!
Dev:- If its a gal den Jannu!
Tina:- if its a boy den i wil give her loadz of love & den i m sure he wil also support me when u & me fight!
Dev:- If he wil support u den my lil gal wil also support me!
Tina:- i love u Dev!
Dev:- i love u too!
Long lost love returns
Ria:- i m missing u Rajiv! Wer r u? Plz return to me!
Sneha:- Ria wat r u doing? Cmon! Ria, Rajiv is dead! he is no more!
Ria:- He is alive! My heart's saying so!
Sneha:- Ria, in d tv channel it came & dey also showed it us live! plz forget it otherwise u wil turn mad! Plz!
Rohit:- Hello galz! wat u up2?
Sneha:- Rohit! wat else? This Ria is...
Ria:- Shur up! Rajiv is alive & he wil return to me!
Sneha:- u r mad Ria!!!
After 3 years!
Sneha:- Ria, today i m so happy dat u r getting engaged to Rohit!
Ria:- u r happy but i m not dat Happy coz i stil love Rajiv only! I m doing al this just for u & my parents!
Rohit:- Sneha, v knw u r Ria's best friend but now leave her wid me plz!
Ria:- Rohit, i want to tel u sumthin before i get engaged wid u!
Rohit:- Go on Ria...
Ria:- Rohit, I stil love Rajiv!
Rohit:- Ria, i m happy dat u told me d truth! I wil wait 4 d day when u accept me!
After 5 years!!!
Rohit & Ria have settled der life & have also got one baby gal!
Kajal:- Dadi, tel Mumi to give me chocolate!
Rohit:- Ria, plz give her chocolate!
Ria:- Rohit u spoilt ur daughter & now u expect me to give her??? No way!
Kajal cries!!! Kajal leaves!!!
After few minutes kajal returns wid a box of chocolate!
Ria:- Kajal, who gave u this box?
Kajal:- this uncle!
Ria is shocked to see Rajiv back!
Two couples - Mixed doubles - wrong partn
Deep:- Uff!!! I just dun undersatnd wer everything is kept!!! Ajnaliiiii...
Anjali:- Deep y r u screaming? i m in d house only!
Deep:- wer is my towel?
Anjali:- it is in d bedroom cupboard!
Deep:- Look, i go for a shower in d bathroon so my towel shud stay in d bathroom only!!!
Anjali:- Fine! Den from tomoro start washing ur towel! Bye!
Anjali:- I just don't knw where d hel Deep is stuck???
Deep:- Anjali, i m really sorry!
Anjali:- u r 15 minutes late!
Waiter:- sir, madam wat wil u have?
Anjali:- orage juice & boiled eggs!
Deep:- water & chips!
Anjali:- Deep, its really not good to eat chips in d afternoon!
Deep:- Anjali, u do wt u want & let me do wt i want!
Deep:- Look at dat Couple! der undersatnd each other so wel!
Anjali:- U mean i m nt understanding u?
Deep:- i didnt say dat!
Anjali:- bt u meant dat!
Deep:- Anjali! oK! Chil! Letz be cool!
Anjali:- Deep , v r arguying like hel & i think dat i cant marry u coz it wil be a big problem!
Deep:- wait! i want to knw sumthing!
Anjali:- like wat?
Deep:- do u like me?
Anjali:- yes! do u?
Deep:- yes! i like u! But i hate ur behaviour!
Anjali:- i hate the way u speak! it sounds so rude!
Deep:- so, u think dat v wil not....
Anjali:- yes! v will not be happy after marriage!
Deep:- aite! Fine! i give up! i m breaking it!
Anjali:- its all ova!
love in death[a remix fanfic]
LOVE IN DEATH[A REMIX FANFIC]:
of the biggest evils that people consider happening to their
lives…………this word is generally related to
gloom…….emptiness……sadness…….this one word has created so many
speculations……what happens after death….no one knows……..if you ask
me….i would compare death with night……..ya night…….some or many
excepting a few…..consider night as scary….gloomy…a part which is many
times compared to dark phase of life………but nite to me is
beautiful……..it is a sign of calmness….of steady state….mysterious yes
it is……but if you look at it with the eyes of my heart……u will see nite
the way I want you to……..and also the word called death………what is so
scary about death?…….there is nothing to be afraid of…death does not
bring in emptiness…..it does not make you devoid…..it does not drain
you out of all the beautiful things……cos it in itself is beautiful……it
is a beautiful trophy that life has to offer……it is nothing less than
an Olympian medal……….it is just a gift offered by life…..after people
beautifully finish living it……..it can be put into these simple
words…….when we exist…….there is no death….and when there is death we
don't exist…but is death the ultimate end according to you?…….or is it
a start……..well….it depends on the way you think….you perceive………I am
rite now looking at this brave woman in front of me…..she has been a
fighter all along her life………she is rite now staring at the pyre that
is burning in front of her………her mind was in a burning furnace…….she
was staring open eyed at the site in front of her………….. funeral of her
husband…….she wanted to cry..but………she knew………sadness erupts out of
weakness for something…….and by dropping a tear….she did not want to
make her love a weakness……..she knew her love for her husband was
true……….was pure……….they both called it eternal…..but…she was also
human……….her mind was also caught up in storms often….she felt she was
in a whirlwind………that it would throw her off……..the memory tormented
her…the last time she had felt like this was when he had walked away
from her life's pages only to return after years so that they bonded
themselves in the pure relationship called marriage….but now…..she
closed her eyes…she anointed herself with his words………he had told
her"take whatever life has to offer with both ur hands…..don't resist
anything…….by surrendering to it……….you outgrow it……..it may seem like
crucification….the pain may be excruciating…..but it cannot destroy
you……….it may affect you…but you will only expand…… the horizon of ur
she was staring at his photograph………his gray curls
falling till his shoulders…..the specs covering his eyes…..but beyond
the specs…those eyes that she loved…..she still remembered his last
words……..and amidst the pain that she was feeling……she managed to
bravely put across a smile……she remembered………..he was lying on his
bed……he was holding the key……..which was golden…that opened the doors
to the palace of eternity……… yuvi was laughing…….his face appearing
calm……poised……..controlled……even though he knew…..in a few minutes or
hours he will became a stranger to the planet we all call earth……….
life of ur love is not about possessing……attaining and holding in ur
clutches……wt is important is…we have completed the circuit of our love
when we unified our souls as one…..not even death can break this
circuit……….when u love someone fully…..u do so regardless of whether
that person is in ur site or not……….we can never truly possess nething
………….she remembered his
body……that was just ashes now…….but those last words…..had stopped her
from shedding even a drop of tear……..she understood she had savoured a
beautiful part of life with him……and now…it was time…she created a
panorama of his memories that she will never allow to become
ashes……..we do make beautiful things in life……..shape our dreams and
relate to others with love……….then our creations are one day
destroyed…….and many let the emotional relationships to cool……..but
ashi never allowed it to cool….she handled them beautifully…she
glorified it in her heart…….and believed them to be permanent……..loss
of his body couldn't stop her from feeling for him……….she just
continued it forever…..till she became a stranger to earth….and
followed her husband's path to bang the door of the palace of
Long lost love..
In the words of Inder himself....
woke up from my bed, stretching and yawning.It was still dark, but a
scattered part of the world was awake.Rubbing my eyes,i tried to regain
my focus and clear my disordered thoughts numbed with pain mingled with
tired drowsiness.Getting out of my bed,I moved towards the window,leant
with my elbow and stared at the world outside beyond the lonely
darkness..Cold air stung my face and it almost reflected the empty,void
feeling inside me.Despair,lack of identity,false hopes,delusive
dreams,wistful desires-neverending thoughts.The world outside was
slowly awakening.The milkman had started his daily rounds,the paperboy
with an almost dull efficiency was casually throwing the newspaper into
the houses,chanting of mantras and bhajans were heard at a
distance,early morning walkers walked with forced briskness-some people
were in a hurry,almost running,oblivious to the surroundings and some
were in a pensive mood,lost in their own thoughts and some were in
cheerful spirits,spreading the much needed warmth and smile
occasionally,in the dark and dreary world..With a sigh i turned around
and moved away from the window.Slowly walking across the room,the
regular sound of my walking resonated and in the all pervading silence
it sounded sinister.Dressing myself i went down..
The emptiness, absence of life,joy and cheerfulness hit me hard with
renewed vigour.Past memories came rushing to me at that instant.The
love that I and Siya shared and the dreams we had of our future
together..But they continue to remain as dreams.After losing Siya in a
plane crash two years back,my life had come to a standstill..i had sunk
deep into my own sorrow and had completely isolated myself from
humanity.But somewhere in my heart i still believed that she was
alive,had survived miraculously..Regardless of the constant barrage of
harsh words and cruel looks of the society which considers me to be a
man gone insane with loss of his love,i continue to exist my life
clinging to that single thought..
instant,the loud ringing of the phone pierced through my senses and
brought me back to reality.I picked up the reciever.The news i recieved
changed my life forever...Siya was alive.She had survived the crash but
had been in coma for the past two years.Now she had regained her
consciousness and the first word that she had uttered was my name..The
intensity and enormity of the news hit me hard and left me staggering
and i lost my footing for a moment..I started jumping about like a
crazy man, totally oblivious to the amused and wondering looks of my
family members..it was a heartstopping moment .. With supreme effort i
controlled my gone crazy emotions and rushed out like a mad
man,possessed..Driving at breackneck speed,i reached the hospital in
record time.I reached the room where Siya was recuperating..The
realisation of her waiting for me on the other side of the door sent a
strange feeling right to my heart. I stopped, my whole body
stiffening. My heart quickened.I found myself unable to catch my
breath.. Pulling myself together and controlling my surging emotions-
excitement and love, i very hesitantly
opened the door..And there,i saw her waiting for me,alive,with tears of
love and joy brimming in her eyes..her hair was loose about her
shoulders in a wild array of waves, her cheeks flushed-the most
beautiful woman i had ever seen..We stared at one another for a heart
stopping moment.Our eyes met and a torrent of emotions flowed."Inder,"
her voice floated over to me like a silken caress. "It is I,
Siya. I've come back.". "Both of us have come
home.".Overwhelmed,I moved towards her and held her face in my
hands,reverently,lovingly..Tears flowed,the age of loneliness has
finally passed by,shadows of despair were gradually disappearing and my
endless quest for life,love and Siya had finally come true.Neither of
us knew who moved first or how it happened, but suddenly we were in
each other's arms clinging to each other like there was no
tomorrow...With a heart filled with gratitude and love, i said, "Siya,i
love you..don't leave me,not now,not ever..I don't want to live without
you Siya.. We were meant to be. For always." and gently
lifted her face and caressed her with a soft gentle kiss..Looking
outside the window,out into the vibrant and lively world,i said a small
prayer,"Lord,i don't know what i did to regain my life and love
back..but,Thank you Lord..". And we stood there,locked in each other's
arms making a silent promise of loving and being there for each other
forever,with hearts filled with love and hope for a beautiful
Ashi & Yuvi meeting for the first time –
Dev Singh was in a quandary. A cool dude, not getting emotional about
girls, suddenly, for the last couple of days, he had been feeling the
slight stirrings of his heart, an emotion unknown to him. Obviously, he
was fidgety about it and Sid and Nakool were no help either. His eyes
keeps drifting towards the computer screen and the Yahoo messenger to
see if "Miss Attitude" is online.
Yuvi thinks to himself - "Miss
Attitude", what a chick!! Oops, I must not call her that…
else I will get a long lecture on how to respect woman… OK. "Miss
Attitude' what a bomb, what a girl man.. She is just so sufi man"
as he says this, he hears a familiar pinging noise and finds his object
of desire signed into Yahoo and his heart beats accelerate. Sid and
Nakool come into the room and find Yuvi with a slight blush, a slight
sheepish expression on his face, peering into the computer monitor. It
was time for them to go online to meet their respective dates and they
were keen to get Yuvi out of the room. But Yuvraj Dev had other ideas.
He needed to be online to fix his date with Miss Attitude and he did
not want his friends to find him mooning over a chick like this.
to Sid and Nakool:- Hey dudes, whats up. I am sorry but I am just
finishing some urgent work for my dad, and then I need to go meet him
tonight at the farm house to finalise the deal on my new car. So sorry
guys, wont be able to join you at the "ballu's bar" tonight.
and Nakool (in unison) :- No probs dude!! We understand. Your dads work
is important. (and thinking in their minds – Thank god Yuvi is busy
tonight, becos we got only two chicks lined up and if he had wanted to
come, we would be in trouble. Thank God!!)
Yuvi turns back to the computer to find a message buzzing from Miss Attitude.
Miss A:- Hey dude! Wassup. Whats going on in ur psycho mind today.
Yuvi:- Hey babes!! Just planning on going out.
A"s hear skips a beat and thinks to herself – Oh No. Cool Dude is not
going to be online. Why am I feeling so bad. Why am I suddenly feeling
Miss A :- Oh Oh. And here I was free and thinking I am free and we can speak and maybe meet tonight for a cup of coffee.
almosts faints when he reads this message. Wow!! Miss A. wants to meet
me. Is this my lucky day or what.. he promptly agrees and asks her for
her mobile number. Miss A hesitates, asks for his number, which he
promptly gives and asks for hers.
Miss A hesitates and instead
tells him that she will call him. and his phone rings. Miss A is
smiling to herself when she hears his phone ring, for the caller tune
is "I am the best".
Yuvi hesitates to pick up the phone.. and
then says " Hello. " comes the answer from the other side " Hey dude,
its me Miss Attitude here". Yuvi is confused and says "Miss Attitude"
from yahoo. My id is miss attitude.
Yuvi is thrilled and
immediately starts shooting questions.. lets meet tonight, where do we
meet, how do I recognize you, what are you wearing, what do you look
like, how do I know who you are. Lemme know fast.
replies: Hey Bhaggu.. so many questions, so lil time. Wait u psycho. We
just agreed to meet. So we will work it out. Where are we meeting.
in his excitement, Yuvi just blurted out "Ballu's Bar" and Ashi agreed
immediately. She replies "Hey, that's a cool place to hang out. I go
there normally. Maybe we have met before also".
Both get ready
to meet. It's the first time they were meeting face to face. In fact,
it's the first time they had even spoken for the first time. Ashi
thought, he sounds too kewl. When I heard his voice, why did I feel
this strange tug on my heart, why did I feel that I have heard this
Yuvi arrives at "Ballu's Bar" and immediately
finds his nemesis Madam Anwesha Bannerjee Ray entering the Bar. Yuvi
thinks to himself "Oh NO.. why did she have to come here tonight. I
hope she does not create any trouble".
Ashi enters the Bar and
the first person to spot is Yuvraj Dev Singh. OH NO.. goes Ashi. Whats
this psycho doing here. I hope he does not see me with a guy, if he
does see, he will spread this information all through out in school!!
OH no… why did he have to come here to ruin my date!! Stupid idiot. I
cant even enjoy myself with the Cool dude. He sounds so kewl. So nice,
so human.. not a pscycho like the guys in school and certainly not like
this stupid idiot.
Anways, Ashi thinks to herself, there is no
point at all in thinking about all this, when I spot the cool dude, I
will ask him to go to another spot.
Yuvi is also thinking that
Ashi is here and remembers that Sid and Nakool will also land up there
and starts thinking of alternate places where they can go.
Yuvi calls up Miss Attitude. He does not notice that Ashi standing at
the other end of the bar receives the call in her phone. When she
answers, he hears the sounds and the buzz of the place and realizes
that she is already in the place. Yuvi looks around and sees lots of
girls and his heart goes, wonder who amongst all of them is his dream
date. He tells her to meet him at the "Lonely Bar" next door.
leaves the place thinking, good riddance to the Maurya High psychos and
the stupid Idiot…. She is so absorbed in leaving the place quickly that
she does not notice that Yuvi was also leaving the place. She quickly
walks across to the Lonely Bar and once inside finds a nice place to
sit down, quiet and out of the way, a good spot to observe everyone who
comes into the door and yet not be seen the minute someone walks into
Just as she settles in, she finds Yuvi walking into
the door and gets immediately uncomfortable, yet a strange thought
crosses her mind. Is he the guy! And her heart goes into overdrive.
Somehow, she knows that is true. How and why her mind feels that, she
knows not, but the warm feeling crosses her heart that it might just be
him. Surprisingly, she thinks, even if he is psycho, on chat he is just
so cute, he is just so heart wrenchingly cute and intelligent, he is so
warm and caring.. he must be so in real life as well.
in and immediately sees no girl in sight. Promptly he dials her number,
and a phone starts ringing in the bar. Yuvi looks around and does not
find anyone there.
Meantime Ashi realizes that she might just
get caught. First she decides to cut the call, then decides to just
face him, her destiny, the boy who actually set her heart and mind
racing with just a lil smile on his face. She realized that all the
time she was fighting him in school, she was just fighting their
chemistry. That awesome feeling which ripped through her at that moment
was just so much that a beautific smile made her face look like a full
moon in the sky, all lit up, just waiting to see her beau.
follows the sound of the ringing to the back of the pub, where he finds
a girl sitting. She turns and its Ashi… and Yuvi's heart stops beating.
Yuvi just smiles… and says Ashi… hey buddy, I should have known that it
ought to be you. Who else could it have been who could have set my
heart racing so. You touched a heart which no one else has been able to
touch. Why did I not realize that it had to be you. You who knows me
inside out, you who knows what I feel even before I feel it, you who
knows when I am down and out and when I am all exited, you fight me so
much, yet your fights exite me, and keep me going. You are my best
friend Ashi and you set my world on fire…… But I don't know whether I
should go down on my knees and propose or should I just hug you. You
are my girl… yet you are my heart. You are my love, yet you are also my
buddy. But Ashi, you are my dream.. You are my life…
And the rest, as they say, is your imagination
Long Lost Love Returns.
Two charcters are Samira and Sahil.
girl walked upto the balcony doors and opened them, wind rushed in, she
closed her eyes as her long silky black flew backwards. She smiled
gently, she wore a silky white dressing gown, it was fresh morning and
she could here the romantic songs of the birds. She smelled the fresh
air and streched her body, then went back inside to a grand room full
of photos, she smiled and walked upto one of the biggest photos placed
on a small brown antique table. She sat down in front of it and reached
out and placed her hand on the shiuny glass., a tear dropped down
her cheek, she leaned towards the photo a kissed it,
abi bhi zinda ho, meri dil main...tum woh diya hoon joh meri zindighi
ko hammisha roshan karthe hai.... tum jahaa kahi hoon tum phire bhi iss
dil main rehte hoon.
She breaks into tears..
I still Love You....and will Love you forever....dehcko ajj..ajj main
iss bari ghar main ahkila hoon..tum nahi hoon..par..par yeh ghar toh
tumhara hai..tumhari liye maine yeh sab kiya..maine tumhara sapna pora
kiya..abb..abb toh ghar lot awo...
She carries on crying nothing
was there to stop her, she had nothing in her life apart from him, she
left her family for him she left her life for him and now...and now he
She stands-up and goes and takes a shower....
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man sat on the plane, gazing into the clouds that he flied
past.... today was the most happiest day of his life....he loved
her loads, he couldn't live with-out her, yet he managed 5 yrs...but
that he did for her happiness.... when she left her family for him, he
had nothing, nothing to keep her happy, and now..and now he was wealthy
he had all the money he needed to keep her happy..he could grant her
every desire....He loved her alot.
He sat their dreaming of the
times he had ever spent with her...the time when they first met...the
time when they both revealed their love for eachother, the time they
got married...he smiled of happiness his heart was dancing he laughes
and rest his head on the back of his chair. Any momment now she will
receive the letter from him telling her that he had returned!
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got changed into a white trouser suit, and ate her breakfast, she
picked up her design file and stepped out of the door, ready to go to
A few mintues after she left the postman had come he left the letter....but she hadn't read it yet.
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plane landed the man ran into the airport and started laughing..he got
on the elevator stairs and started singing and dancineg..
Sahil:Wahooo I'm back Home..I love My India..I love my jaan Samira...
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had finished work early and deicided to walk around her office, untill
she saw a ice- cram shop she got an ice-cream and walked along the busy
Mumbhai paths untill she heard a voice shouting her name...It was her
Finally when she caught-up Neha gasped for bresth..
Neha:Letter mille tujhe..letter..
Samira confused:Letter what letter..
Neha:Matlab leeter nehi poora..OMG...
Smaira:Bhaata bhi kya hua..
Neha:Sahil ghar waapas arra hai....
Theese words struck Samira.....and repeated in her mind..."Sahil ghar waapas arra hai...."..."Sahil ghar waapas arra hai...."
takeing in the shock.,.....shed had no words to express her self she
ran...she ran as fast as she coukd towards her house..she dropped the
ice-cream...no was important more then Sahil....
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Sahil knocked on the door.... and waited excited....no answer....knocked again...No answer...
Okay Sahil thought to him self....main ek kaam kartha hoon..main peeche ki door se garden main wait kartha hoon...
couldn't beleieve it...this was his house....it was beautifull...she
stood infront of the lake....and lloked around at the beautiful
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Smaira ran straight through the door..the house was empty as she left it...
Samira:Hello Koi Hai...Sahilll
No reply..next place Samira thought to look was the garden...
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he was standing there throwing stones into the lake..she couldn't
belive it..she didn't know what to feel excites?...Happy?..Sad..Upset?
She cooled down...he was unaware she had come.....
She walked queitly towards him...
Samira:Itna pathar maath pehko meri...I mean hummari lake main....
dropped the stone..to hear that voice, he could do anything...he took
in a deep breath..and turned around there she stood beautiful as ever...
..there he stood handsome as ever..
runs upto him, and leaps into his arms.....he kissed her all over her
face...she hugs him tighter...it was as though the nevver wanted to let
this momment go....
Samira:Kaha chalegaye the tum...?
Sahil:Tumhare liye woh khushiyan dhoodne...
tumme itna bhi nahi paata...meri Khushiya sirf aur sirf tumhare saath
waqt beetane mai hai.... aur kabhi mujhe se dhoor math jhaana....
Sahil:Nahi jaogha....kabhi nahi...acha sunoo..
He puts her down..
SAHIL:I love..You... I Love You a Lot..
Samira:Acha kya kar sakte hoon meri liya...
Sahil:LAKE MAIN KHUD(jump) LOON
Samira:Ayee mazzak main aisa math kehna....I Love You to..
IF development team
Edited by s.priya - 14 November 2005 at 2:25am