A/N- Oook people , I understand I've been ...ahem...MIA after the prologue but I promise you I have a valid reason for it. I just have to make it up then I'll tell you😉. So here's Chapter 1 to the story. Trust me its horrible. Nevertheless I'd love your comments
Anyways this chapter is basically a intro for Jagya. Kind of to give you a feel of Jagya. Next Chapter will be Jaga pukka promise😊(Wide eyed smile here)
Oooh and can any of you guys think of a name for this story?😳
CHAPTER 1
Jagya shielded his eyes from the sun as he gazed into the distant fields. There was a wind today , a hard dry wind which churned up the fallen leaves and caused the dust to swirl up blocking his vision. He sighed. Even the wind wouldn't leave him in peace. Probably because he didn't deserve that too
It had been 2 weeks since Shiv and Anandi had found him and he had returned to Jaitsar. The return had been bittersweet. On one hand he had finally reunited with his parents, his family , who had taken him back, hugged him, comforted him without a word of reproach. It felt like years since he had felt his mother's hands run through his hair as he lay face down in her lap or felt his father behind him, his strong hands resting on his shoulders, giving him comfort and support. He had missed them all, right from Dadisa to Nandu, missed them so much. Coming back to them had made him realize how much and never again would he take his beloved family for granted
On the other hand there was Anandi. Or rather Anandi and Shiv. Jagya had long since accepted the fact that Anandi had gone from him forever, that Jagyas Anandi was now Shivs. And the fact that he had only himself to blame for that didn't help.
But every time he saw her with Shiv, every time she laughed at something Shiv said, every time her face crease in concern for Shiv, every time she looked at Shiv his heart ached. That laugh should have been for him, that look should have been for him, it had all been for him once and he had thrown them all away and now they would never belong to him. It was his fault, all of it but that didn't soothe his heartache, that didn't take away the pain
Maybe this was his punishment. Maybe that's how God had planned things for him-To grow old alone , watching Anandi and Shiv living happily together. He would probably the eccentric old Uncle Jagya to their children. It was certainly a wonderful way for Fate to get back at him
Jagya sighed again. Coming back to Jaitsar had reopened all the wounds that he had thought had healed. Even with all his family around him he now spent more time sunk in his thoughts than with other people. Working at the hospital served to distract him, but once he was back he would find himself spiraling out of control. Even the nights were restless. He had dreams, horrible dreams, suffocating dreams. Sometimes Anandi's face would appear in them, sometimes he would relive all that he had done to her with horror. He was scared to go to sleep now
Sometimes Gauri would appear, imploring him to come back. Sometimes she would curse him. He didn't care. He had loved Gauri once and she had loved him too. But their relationship had been wrong. It had wrecked the lives of everyone he had cared about and had almost destroyed Anandi. And a relationship like that didn't have a future. If he was honest with himself, he had behaved more disgustingly than Gauri , but that didn't give their relationship another chance. Their entire marriage had been built on lies and unhappiness and broken hearts and inevitably it had fallen apart. He hoped wherever she was she was happy though, they had been through enough for him to still care for her.
"Bhai Sa!". Jagya half sighed half chuckled. That ridiculous competition tomorrow that Nandu and Shivs sister had set up. Unfortunately for him Nandu had taken it very seriously and seemed to consider it a test of the Singh family honour. The boy kept calling him to practice with him so that "I want to see Sanchi didi's face turn into a tomato tomorrow". Ouch
Well going down and facing Nandu seemed a much better option than standing here and wallowing in his own thoughts. Besides he thought, grinning, he would like to see Sanchis face turn into a tomato when he bested her brother tomorrow. There wasn't any doubt that he would . He had always been the best at flying kites. Not only would it be a score over Shiv( Yes he was petty) he also didn't like Sanchi all that well. He knew her type from the city, spoilt silly girls , who thought the world revolved around them and who couldn't bear a moments pain. Not like the women from his house. Not like ''.Anandi
Suddenly another face flashed in his mind. Ganga. He thought back to the last time he had seen her, straightbacked, defiant refusing to accept his help. He had never met anyone like her before. Any other woman by now would have broken down, given up, but she still remained determined, she still had her spirit. He wished he could have helped her but her idiotic ideas of independence made that impossible. In a way a part of him liked her for that independence-the part that was not furious with her for it. For some reason he wanted to help her, make sure she was allright
"Bhai Sa!" . The call came again. Jagya yelled back" Coming, Nandu!" and with a silent prayer to the Gods to keep Ganga and women like her safe he turned back into the house. He had a competition to win
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