Hey guys this is kashishπ- i have read so many ff and now its time to give something back so I decided to write this. This idea came to me today and i was so excited to write this that i couldnt sleep and i wrote the first part rite now and it is 12am here. LOL
It was a bright morning in Delhi and a breakfast table was all set with servants walking around it trying to make it perfect. Perfect? Of course it had to be perfect it was Khurana/ Saxena Mansion afterall. Everything about the Khurana's was perfect, ethical and right. Nothing went a miss. From a perfect and thriving business to a perfect family. But ofcourse nothing is perfect and same was the case for the Khurana family. Whilst the whole world looked upto them, Mrs Savitri Devi asked her God everyday what she had done to get the grandsons she had got. Yes she was proud of them but unlike other people, there were no solutions to their faults. She had three grandsons, one that was so focused and upto work that he didn't even seem to know that girls existed, the other was so serious and tough that he absolutely hated nonsense, which seemed to be present in every girl for him, therefore he disliked the girl species all together and the odd one out, her youngest grandson was just immature. Yes immature, girls seem to be just a mean to flirt and have fun not fall in love and marry. There was her destiny. No daughter-in-laws and no great grandchildren. But she couldn't blame them either, brought up without parents, they had an immense amount of pressure on them. She finally let out a sigh thinking all that and came down the stairs and sat down on the breakfast table and to her surprise no one was there!
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Over in Agra, The Gujral Haveli was echoing with sounds of ladies quickly preparing breakfast in the kitchen as their boss was an early riser. Then they finally heard it, the heavy footsteps of Mr Yashvardhan Gujral descend down the stairs and proceed towards the mandir and bow his head. He finally came towards the lady standing near the breakfast table. She was Aaima, who had looked after his daughters for as long as they remember. Their mother had passed away at an early age , leaving him with three daughters whom he loves to death. All three were amazingly different. His first child was tough and lets say kinda tomboyish and never let him feel the need of a son while the second one was mature and composed and the third one was his princess being the youngest ofcourse. He just waited and dreaded the day of their Bidaai. On one side, his promises to his wife, Jayshri Gujral would be accomplished of giving them a future but on the other hand he would miss them and the haveli would become so silent and widowed without them. Thinking all this, he turned towards Aaima- hamari betiyaan kahan hai?
Please comment and like and give feedback cause it encourages me and keeps me going. hoping for a great responseπ .
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