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Revived in Plain Sight - Chapter 4
The mall was a very noisy place, to say the least. Uncomfortable at how
crowded it was, fear still chasing her after all most a month of
freedom, Parvati wondered just what Myrah had brought her here to do.
She was answered with actions rather than words and so surprised that her jaw dropped. Myrah was picking out clothes, a simple white blouse and jeans but not clothes her size, rather clothes Paro's size, and soon enough was urging her to try them on.
"Excuse me?!" Parvati had only worn jeans once in her whole life, and that had been after disguising as Major Saab, while they were on their way to a honeymoon alone.
Myrah rolled her eyes and held Paro's hands, making her sit down on one of the cozy shop couches, near the speaker that was blaring the latest American hit song. "Parvati Rudra Pratap Ranawat." She said in a tone that indicated she'd scold her friend. "That's who you are, right?" Raising an eyebrow, the longer haired woman nodded. "Well, you can't be anymore, you said so yourself."
Reality always struck, but even more so when worded by somebody else. "Myrah, don't get me wrong I know the opportunity you give me is invaluable but..." She looked down.
"I know. You're not used. But you will be." She said cheerily before holding her stomach with a wince. "Ow, my daughter is most likely dancing in there, celebrating her upcoming birth." She commented before taking a deep breath.
As I was saying, you will be used to it, sometime. Perhaps easily because I'm not that bad? You'll never know unless you try, let's start with the clothes!"
Shaking her head, Paro smiled and found herself tightly hugging the woman who had become her best friend in so little time.
If not for the dupatta she stubbornly kept on her face, people coming in and out of the store would think of them as twins.
After waking his son up with the habitual tickle session, Rudra helped him dress, before lifting him up on his shoulders towards the portrait of the gorgeous woman that was his mother. He spoke to her every day before school.
"My birthday is in 2 weeks!" He cheerily announced to her, smiling from ear to ear. "Papa says I'm like you every day, and I think that's great! If I really am like you, you're with me every day even if I don't notice."
The former BSD officer couldn't help but get emotional at that, and after he set Dhruv down on the floor, seeing him happily run to have his breakfast with Koyal, he turned back to the portrait, unsure if he should smile or cry.
"I'm trying, Paro. To keep my promise to you. And I think I'm doing well. He loves you as much as I do. But I wish he'd know more about you than I tell in bed time stories." With a sigh, Rudra picked up the mangalsutra, which had previously been around the portrait with the flower garland and turned it in his hands to see the pendant. The part where her blood had stuck, proving her departure from life through analysis.
Eyes closing, expression of utter pain on his features, Rudra fell to his knees as he kissed the necklace that had once adorned her swan like neck
"Sorry, Paro janam. I tried for your blood to not be left on the ground , but they wouldn't let me. It's true that I lost my job at the BSD, but I don't regret it happening while I tried to avenge you."
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So, here is the 4th chapter, which includes Rudra & Dhruv's entry,. I'm satisfied with it and I hope you lovely readers are too, let me know what you think!! I tried to PM as many readers as possible, and I apologise if I forgot anyone. If you know other RR'ians who might be interested, please don't hesitate to tell them about the story please!! 😳
Rangrasiya is airing again on an Arabian channel so I'll get to see the story of our beloved Jodi from the start, really happy about that.
She was answered with actions rather than words and so surprised that her jaw dropped. Myrah was picking out clothes, a simple white blouse and jeans but not clothes her size, rather clothes Paro's size, and soon enough was urging her to try them on.
"Excuse me?!" Parvati had only worn jeans once in her whole life, and that had been after disguising as Major Saab, while they were on their way to a honeymoon alone.
Myrah rolled her eyes and held Paro's hands, making her sit down on one of the cozy shop couches, near the speaker that was blaring the latest American hit song. "Parvati Rudra Pratap Ranawat." She said in a tone that indicated she'd scold her friend. "That's who you are, right?" Raising an eyebrow, the longer haired woman nodded. "Well, you can't be anymore, you said so yourself."
Reality always struck, but even more so when worded by somebody else. "Myrah, don't get me wrong I know the opportunity you give me is invaluable but..." She looked down.
"I know. You're not used. But you will be." She said cheerily before holding her stomach with a wince. "Ow, my daughter is most likely dancing in there, celebrating her upcoming birth." She commented before taking a deep breath.
As I was saying, you will be used to it, sometime. Perhaps easily because I'm not that bad? You'll never know unless you try, let's start with the clothes!"
Shaking her head, Paro smiled and found herself tightly hugging the woman who had become her best friend in so little time.
If not for the dupatta she stubbornly kept on her face, people coming in and out of the store would think of them as twins.
After waking his son up with the habitual tickle session, Rudra helped him dress, before lifting him up on his shoulders towards the portrait of the gorgeous woman that was his mother. He spoke to her every day before school.
"My birthday is in 2 weeks!" He cheerily announced to her, smiling from ear to ear. "Papa says I'm like you every day, and I think that's great! If I really am like you, you're with me every day even if I don't notice."
The former BSD officer couldn't help but get emotional at that, and after he set Dhruv down on the floor, seeing him happily run to have his breakfast with Koyal, he turned back to the portrait, unsure if he should smile or cry.
"I'm trying, Paro. To keep my promise to you. And I think I'm doing well. He loves you as much as I do. But I wish he'd know more about you than I tell in bed time stories." With a sigh, Rudra picked up the mangalsutra, which had previously been around the portrait with the flower garland and turned it in his hands to see the pendant. The part where her blood had stuck, proving her departure from life through analysis.
Eyes closing, expression of utter pain on his features, Rudra fell to his knees as he kissed the necklace that had once adorned her swan like neck
"Sorry, Paro janam. I tried for your blood to not be left on the ground , but they wouldn't let me. It's true that I lost my job at the BSD, but I don't regret it happening while I tried to avenge you."
_
So, here is the 4th chapter, which includes Rudra & Dhruv's entry,. I'm satisfied with it and I hope you lovely readers are too, let me know what you think!! I tried to PM as many readers as possible, and I apologise if I forgot anyone. If you know other RR'ians who might be interested, please don't hesitate to tell them about the story please!! 😳
Rangrasiya is airing again on an Arabian channel so I'll get to see the story of our beloved Jodi from the start, really happy about that.
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