As I wait for something miraculous to happen, my brain needs some shaitaniyat..
And my shaitaniyat brain can come up with only something dark. This is not the usual PriDa scene.. at least not in the pure sense.. their qualities will be the same, just more extreme than the PriDa we love..
My plan ( yea yea.. I make plans too ) is to make this a short FF.. a few short parts..
I write this more as an experiment..
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Chapter 1: End of a Revenge?
He had her where he wanted.
HE had been the hunter for so long and SHE the target.
Just a pull of a trigger would end his revenge.. the one that had consumed him since the day fate struck its first blow.
It was HER fault. He had a plan and he never let his emotions come in the way of that.
He used to be an emotional fool. His parents and his brothers together formed his entire life. All he wanted to see them happy. But it wasn't to be...
The blows came in one after other..
His father was killed.. His mom was almost as good as dead with her vegetative state... her younger brother, Sameer turned his revenge into a revenge against himself. He was barely surviving his severe addiction.. his youngest brother, the baby of the family was in severe depression, and refused to acknowledge the reality..
And here he was... Standing between fiction and reality...
Fiction of what SHE meant and Reality of what SHE did..
What was HE? He didn't know or rather didn't want to admit.
All He saw in front of him was She.. who stood in full defiance..
She had to feel fear.. He needed to see that in her eyes.. She needed to know what it felt to stare at death in her eyes...
All he could see, were determined eyes, Did they mock him? Were they calling him a coward?
There they stood, facing each other, she with her hands on her hips, having no regard for the bruises on her legs, barely able to stand.. but then sometimes courage shows an appearance in strange places..
A strange place it was.. facing her opponent, knowing fully well, HE held the stronger hand.
She was never one to cower... Never would She admit her weakness again.. She was her Mamma's daughter..
She was Damini Gujral... facing the one who would never see her cry again...
He was Prithvi Saxena.. who was waiting to pull the trigger...
Edited by Mru_bee - 23 April 2011 at 11:23am