Azhar. ” She stared at the written words in the novel again.
* * *
The novel was about a man who had lost all his memories and was now left at the mercy of some of his friends. They for the sake of their own entertainment each day told a different story about his identity. And the novel was written from the perspective of this man.
Devyani was so lost in the words woven on the page that she hardly heard her father’s footsteps.
“Will this continue all day? Why don’t you go and help your mother in the kitchen,” his deep voice broke the tranquility of the narration in her mind.
She stuttered through a , “Dad I will,” and almost ran entire length of the corridor to reach the other end.
“What’s the hurry?” her mother who was silently standing and stirring the curry, felt startled.
Devyani didn’t speak, she only pointed towards hallway, knowing fully well her mother would understand.
* * *
“You must not speak to her like this anymore. You know she is not a child now,” and it was over a cup of evening tea that her mother spoke to her father.
“You don’t teach me what to do. She is a grown up woman I know and hence I react in this way. In a couple of years she will get married, you think all these fantasy novels she reads will be of any help to a decent husband,” he snapped back.
Devyani’s mother knew better than to continue the discussion, her twenty tears of marriage had taught her one thing. Her husband never quite got a woman’s perspective. First it was she not it is her daughter.
* * *
Rajlakshmi was only fifteen when her father decided she no longer needed to go to school. Her brothers who were just starting to find their footings in the world outside village needed money. And her books, uniforms and the everyday rickshaw filled the coffers of the school for all wrong reasons. She could also not sit at home idle and hence her father did the next best thing. He married her off to the most eligible bachelor his money could buy.
Of course it was not that simple. The bachelor himself needed some extra convincing that Rajlakshmi who was not so pretty and definitely not educated would make a wonderful wife and mother. Whether she could prove herself either was still a debate in itself. But she knew that she failed as a woman on many counts.
And it was just then that she heard Devyani sob again. The nightmare had returned again. Her daughter’s screams reincarnated the image of that fateful winter night.
His lifeless body lying in a puddle of blood.
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Bring in more…we wanna hear more. Its turning out good, Richa. Keep at it! Good luck đ
Thanks a lot Kajal đ me super happy you liking it!
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what does her mother have to do with it … Gal u hv really improved on ur art of storywriting. It flows flawlessly now
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Oh my goodness! Interesting story and quite the cliffhanger. Will look forward to finding out what happens next.
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This is shaping up to be quite the interesting story. Can’t wait to read more. I love these ongoing stories you create. You are a master at them! ♥
Aww Kathy thanks! And I hope you like this one too đ <3
Isn’t it true, most men never get it from a woman’s perspective. Looking forward to the next part.
Yes it is true. And I hope you like the next part too Suzy đ
Great going Richa. I liked the concept used in the novel and looking forward to the mystery behind Devyani’s nightmares too!
Well time will only unravel the mystery….
Oh wow great going! I want to read more đ
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Loving the layers!
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read your part 1 and 2 today…and am waiting eagerly for the next…Devyani’s nightmare..the body the blood….bring it on…..what’s next!!!
Oh hi Vaisakhi! Long time no see! I hope you enjoy the rest too đ thanks a lot for dropping by đ
Got kinda tied up with work and then was vacationing for sometime…but now am back in action…:D
Well then we are all very happy you know đ Welcome back!
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So far I’m loving it…. you have improved tremendously…:)
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Very interesting read.
Thanks Rajesh đ
this is taking an interesting turn… see you at part 3.. đ
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troubled childhood… suppressed feelings… this is getting interesting
I hope it continues to be better for you as a reader đ
This is very interesting. I have a lot of catching up to do on reading and now i know what i am missing on! đ