FF: Karle Tu Bhi Mohabbat Chapter 1 Page 2

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FF: Karle Tu Bhi Mohabbat


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Chapter 1: Do Akele Sheher Mein ~ Page 2

Chapter 2: Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa

Chapter 3: Humsafar

Chapter 4: Pati Patni Aur Who

Chapter 5: Khel Khel Mein

Chapter 6: Bairi Piya

Chapter 7: Bandini

Chapter 8: Aur Pyaar Hogaya

Chapter 9: Uff Yeh Mohabbat

Chapter 10: Pyar Ke Side Effects

Chapter 11: Ek Ladki Ko Dekha

Chapter 12: Kissa Angoothi Ka

Chapter 13: Dulhan Hum Le Jaaye

Chapter 14: Kuch Na Kaho

Chapter 15: Hum Tum 

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Love to read anything good related to Ram and Sakshi fiction characters
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anything related to RaShi is always welcome. plz do write
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Yess pls write na n long update dena
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Always ready to read anything good abt RaShi..
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I will be always the one to sIt for AriKa or RaYa plz bring it on I would love to read it...

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yeah!!!! I want to read...RaYa,AriKa rocks forever,pls write FF with long update...
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Updates every Friday Night @ 2300.
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Pls write thora diff from the show plsss u write similar also some scenes but pls dont show unwanted scene that u know which one n pls update soon cant wait for friday
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Him: Karan Khanna

Her: Dr.Triveni Nagarajan


Chapter 1: Do Akele Sheher Mein


Yun toh guzar jaathi hai zindagi, 

Kuch yuhi tanha. 

Na milne ki gunzaaish, 

Na kohne ka ehsaas;

Bas kat jaathein hai lamhe aise,

Jaise kabhi woh, hi na thi.


A full moon adorned the vast night sky, while stars twinkled faintly. Did the night seem darker than usual for a full moon... Or was it the stark contrast of a dark horizon that seemed to draw him to oblivion? A cold breeze passed by him ever so gently while he stood waiting for absolutely nothing. His eyes carried the weight of his heart, fogged by the depth of his solitude. His heart wrenched to shallow the sorrow with a sharp deep breath, the cold air filled him some vacant happiness. He grinned maliciously. He was tired. He lifted his arms and spread them wide, as he stood on the bannister of his balcony... His face upturned bathing in the moonlight, he leaned forward. The vastness of the sky, a calmness envoloped him in an embrace. He heard the crickets and the rustle of leaves... He stood still absorbing all that he'd never felt before. The gravity of mother earth so inviting, He looked down at the lush garden and shut his eyes. He wanted to see the rush of his elegant fall, or so he thought; He opened his eyes and the grass glowed and dimmed. The fireflies flew upward. He moved back and stepped down as he watched them fly up, up and away into the night sky. 

The wind breezed by him and he turned away. The pearl white sheer curtains swayed inside, his dimly lit auburn room invited him. With each step he takes towards his infamous starhome, the facade adorned his demeanor. 

He smiles at his mirror, reflecting his charm. He walkes towards it, corrects his bow tie and tilts his head towards his left shoulder. His eyes are hollow. He takes a deep breath, trying to understand what it is that he really wants to portray today? A charismatic legend? An incomprehensible superstar? He sighs looking down at his new pointy black formal shoes. For once he's not interested in the life he's led or what anyone thinks of him. He looks back at the mirror. For the first time he looked genuine. The facade was gone. The lights switch on. A man, timid and concerned walks in switching the lights on as he walks in. The room is beautifully auburn. A neatly kept room with a large white bed and a wall plasma television. The walls were made of stone. It gives off a rustic feel. A wooden coffee table adorned the way to the balcony to the right of the cot. To the left was a walk-in wardrobe with a door where Karan stands ready to go.

Vishal: Looks at him and smiles, relieved. You're ready! Chale?

Karan: Nods.

They walked out. A huge staircase walks them down to the living room. It's a large white room with a billiards board drawing all the attention away from the black walls. There was a mini bar with limited edition scotches shelved beautifully. The dim lighting set the mood for a perfect place to drink.

They walked out the main door, a beautiful Mercedes waiting for him. The black car looked magnificient as the LED lights peered through the darkness of the eve. The beautiful garden reminded him of the breeze of calm that had won over him. 

Karan: Looks at his driver, who looks more than frightened. Kaaka aap ghar jaayiye. Aaj mein khud chala jaaunga.

Driver: Looks at him in awe. Tik hai Saab.

He stepped into the comfort of his car, turned on some soft instrumental music and drove away into a vacant street.


Kuch iss tarah bahegayi ashkein,

Rooh rooh mein basgayi ek khaamoshi saa.

Na jaane kiski khaamoshi thi woh,

Na jaane kis mein bas gaya.

Tanha dil ko degayi sukoon,

Sukoon si zindagi mein basi tanhaayi;

Saazish kaisi yeh chaandani ne banaayi,

Kuch iss tarah kati ek raath geheri.


The dauntless moon lit the vast Japanese garden. A gush of the wind silenced her heartbeat just for a moment. She stood at the stairway bathing in the moonlight. The cold wind washed her face... Her beautiful eyes that shut close while her lips bloomed to a smile. Her forehead adorned with a bindi. Her long silky locks swayed with the wind reminding them of the times she had let the wind touch her in ways forbidden. Her beautiful Royal Maroon saree complemented the nights hue. Her beautiful eyes looked up at the moon, a void filled the air. There was so much in her. So much unsaid in all these years. Was it the night? Was is her life? She didn't know. Time seemed to slow down and gaze at her as she turned to climb the stairs. With each step she took, emptiness seemed to dawn on her. The cold marble banister seemed to calm her senses. What was this new feeling of hollow...? She didn't know.The rich burgundy curtains swayed towards her, welcoming her to her room. A candle burned splaying its dimlight on her table. She was just like this candle. A light in the darkness. A guide to a better future. As she spproached the table she shifted her gaze to the wall. Her wall of accomplishments. Hundreds of pictures hung on the wall. Every patient, successfully out of addiction. She turned away. A wall that she'd always been proud of, meant nothing to her today. It all felt meaningless. But why? All these years, so many lives saved. Why didnt it mean anything now? Her heart was not in the right place today. It longed for something more. What more? 

She took a step, something tugged her veil. She smiled. A rush of happiness filled her heart. She turned around. There was nobody at the table. She took a quivering breath as the empty chair loomed her thoughts; it broke her heart. Her eyes flooded. Who? Why? Now? After all these years...? 

Love, was all she knew. She heard a knock on the door. She composed her self...

Dr. Nagarajan: Come In.

Her asistant walked in with a cup of hot chai. Aah. Finally some warmth to sate her cold heart. Where did all the warmth come from for others she wondered as she sipped the tea. The cold wind complemented her chai. She loved the weather. It was perfect. 

Her train of thoughts were broken by a ring on her phone. 

Dr. Nagarajan: Dr. Nagarajan speaking. 

Sherry: Haan madamji. Mein bolrahi hu. 

Dr. Nagarajan: Rolling her eyes. Haan Bol meri maa. Ab kya hua?

Sherry: Arre mein bohoth zyada problem mein hu yaar. (Someone screams, another person laughs in the background) 

Dr. Nagarajan: Concerned. Tu tik hai? Sighs. Its always been this way. 

Sherry: I'll text the address to you. Come quick.

Dr. Nagarajan: Hmm. 

She knew it was just one of Sharadha's new antiques, to try and get her hooked up. She nodded in denial. A smirk adorned her beautiful face. As she brought the tea cup to her lips, she realised unlike everyday she's in no mood to play along to Sharadha's tunes. This was fun. Wasn't it? 

She left the tea half savoured on her desk, picked up her wallet and walked to the balcony. Relishing the tranquility of the wind she walked down the stairs to her audi. A white Audi, majestically reflecting the moods of the moon. 

She sat and lowered her window. Her romance with the wind wasn't to end. The driver drove the car into the emptiness of the road.


Kya socha tha meine,

Aur kya hua...

Kya kehena tha mujhe,

Aur kya kehegaya...

Umr bhar tharastha raha ki,

Koi toh aaye is raah.

Par aaye bhi toh, kaise

Ki kuch kehe bhi na saka.


The car stopped at the red carpet. Karan walked out of his car. Cameras blinding his sight. He gave a mild smile. Everyone was surprised. This wasn't the Karan Khanna they knew. Where was the charm? Where was the drama? He walked dazed, a benign smile on his face. The world stood still. Everyone looked like mannequins, each one dressed to showcase a personality. Silence grew louder, cancelling any comments that otherwise had always bothered him. His confidence had grown to new heights. A confidence of a man. A man of a different race altogether. None demanded shots or shot questions. There was an aura surrounding him thats comanded respect. He walked in, not realising or reacting to the third row seat. The cameras panned him for an outburst. Some cheesy bites? Not today. Not now. He sat gracefully. Time flew as he sat unaware of the world. Disinterested in the facade. 

The award show ended, failing to grab TRP's they'd planned for; for Karan Khanna gave a completely opposite reaction to what they had expected. This behaviour however was to change his life forever, for good.

He walked to his car, with utmost love. Love for the enigma that the night had drawn him into. 

He drove with love. He sat in his seat drunk; for the first time, drunk with love. For whom? He wondered. The wind blew by his face as his senses withdrew into the night.

The traffic seemed effortless today. It didnt annoy him. He waited patiently, thinking of particularly nothing. He looked out his window, silencing the traffic, that would probably not move today. There she was, eyes closed, her chin resting on her hand as the wind swayed her locks. The street light lit her face. A maroon bindi adorned her forehead. Her blood red, soft lips curved into a slight smile. A nose ring reflecting the light made him smile. Her beautiful eyes raised to meet his. Such deep dark eyes, kohled; peacefully looking into his, drawing him out. An exchange of nothingness, a smile bloomed on their faces. Neither looked away. A challenge he had never faced, her eyes; eyes that dared to look at him unfailingly. Lost in the depth of the other's eyes, their hearts skipped a few beats. The wind sang a tune forlorn, a rush; a hush. The deaffening traffic noise didn't seem to bother them. He thought to himself, what a beautiful meeting this is. She blinked in approval of his thought.

Traffic cleared. They went their own way, having filled the void with umpteen nothings.


Mulaaqwaath ne kiya kya aisa,

Ki unkahi bhi banigayi kahaani.

Na chaahthe hue bhi ulajgayi,

Phir baaton mein sab sulajgayi.

Phir bhi dil ne na samjha,

Ki hua bhi toh kya aisa.

Ki joh humne na kiya,

Duniya ne kyu churaliya...


Her car stopped in front of a grand club Tropical'. She stepped out, still lost in his eyes. Her coy smile gave away her heart. Never before had this smile represented her persona. The security recognised her. He looked at her puzzled as she walked in oblivious. The disco lights flashed around, familiar faces looked at her in awe. Here again, once again she walked. The mistress of silence, an enigma. Many frowned; she wasn't here today. No. This was someone else. Someone you'd dare not approach. For she walked in seated on a peadestal. The crowd made way for her as she graced her way to Sherry. 

Sherry stood up and looked at her confused. Dr. Nagarajan lifted her head up slightly asking her what the matter was. Sherry showed her a video on her phone. Someone had stolen their moment. Their silent glance was recorded and circulating on social media. 

Sherry was expecting an angry woman, disappointed with the society's behaviour once again. But all she got was a carefree smile, and a nod of denial.

Was this the same woman she knew? Sherry's brows frowned as she walked Dr. Nagarajan out of the club. 

The pleets on her saree engaged in a dance with the wind. Sherry looked at her with a new gaze. A woman so beautiful, she hadn't all this while. A woman who was incomplete in the most enriching way possible. The saree hugged her poised gait as she graced the lawn with her foot steps.

Sherry: Choked in her thoughts, clears her throat. Triveni?

Dr. Nagarajan: She turns back. Sherry cant help but smile in admiration. Hmm

Sherry: Yeh kya hua aaj?

Dr. Nagarajan: In bliss. Unaware of what Sherry might think. Joh hona tha hua. 

Sherry: Hmm... Shocked at her response. Walks quietly beside her to the car.

The sit in silence. Nothing said. Nothing heard. It was a strange night that brought a sense of serendipity.


Kuch gungunaayi tanhaayi ne,

Khaamoshi sa chaahgayi...

Dhadkhanon mein goonthi hui,

Aahaton ne sunaayi kuch...

Maanli dil ne bhi aaj,

Iss hawa mein thi ek ajnabhii jadoo.


A chance encounter, captivated their thoughts and tied their hearts together. Little had they realised the gravity of an unintended glance. A promise of a lifetime in something more than words. The clouds cleared and the moon gleamed, proud of what the night had accomplished. 

Karan stood in his balcony, hands on the railing looking up at the vast night. His heart filled with an unfamiliar yearning. A yearning for those eyes. For that calm. For that peace. Had there been a night which he spent by himself. He couldnt remember. Many women, whose names he never could remember. Whose faces faded with the dusk. But here today his eyes searched for a  nameless face. A dauntless beautiful pair of eyes. He shut his eyes close; trying to capture and hold on to that memory, he treasured. He feared with the dawn would be gone, this essence of a woman who had stolen his heart.Why does he feel so strongly for those eyes? He walked towards his bed, feeling fulfilled. 


Triveni lay on her bed drapped in white linen, her right knee raised. Her right hand rested on her eyes, effacing her demure. Her hair luxuriated as turned to her side. Why was she nervous...? She had been touched for the first time in ways she couldn't fathom. She hugged her pillow. The duvet did little to forbid the cold breeze from tingling her senses. She shut her eyes and a sigh escaped her lips. Her heart fluttered and she slowly slipped into sweet dreams.


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