Nikhil
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I changed from a navy blue shirt to a light blue as suddenly I remembered Anvi loved that colour on me the most. After the shirt then came the tie. It was an arduous task. The responsibility of that duty was Anvi's. Without her, I wasn't able to choose the right one. After contemplating on which one I should go with I decided on the black one.
Then came the turn of watches. She had a thing for my watches. She loved my collection. I knew any would do but still, I wanted to be the best for her so I chose the best one, the black Rado watch Nirvana had gifted me on my last birthday.
After I put on my blazer and my shoes I was ready, ready to go to my wife, to bring her back to me.
After I descended the stairs I looked at the strained faces of my family and friends. I was stressed but not as much as them. I was mindful that Anvi and I together will turn things in our favour.
"You, ok?" Namit asked, smiling. He knew how not to make m
Hello Lovely Readers,First of all, thank you so much for giving the book Bride In Blue a try. It really means a lot to me.The book Bride In Blue has ended but not the story of Anvi and Nikhil. There is still a lot of things left.This was a tale of a forced marriage that wasn't destined to end well.Even though they eventually ended up falling for each other but what if Anvi would have been like Ahana or what if Nikhil would have been a person like Ankit. The marriage would have been a total disaster. The reasons for the broken marriage would be revealed in the next part.The second part of this book is named, Yearning Hearts and is ongoing, currently.If you haven't read my other stories then please do give them a try as well. I would be really grateful.Thank You,Shrishtee
Scene 1"Dad, I can't. This is wrong.""You don't have a choice son. This is our time to pay the debt.""Do you even know what you are talking about?""I am very well aware of that, and if your final answer is No then fine, don't forget you are not my only son."And that's where I gave in.*************************************Scene 2"Mom, you can't do this.""I can and I am doing it."
14 August 2010AnviIt’s Saturday. Yayyy! Weekends are best; no school, no studies and you can sleep for as many hours as you want.“Anvi, wake up. It’s 7 in the morning.” Mom shouted.Ok!! You can ignore the last part of what I said. It is just an illusion that you can sleep according to your wish. But somehow I will manage to sleep in the afternoon.Sssshhhh! Please don’t tell Mom.“Anvi, you want me to come over.”Mom shouted.I need to go, otherwise, my furious mother will wake up the whole town.“I am already up, Mom.”“Good, now better be at the breakfast table in 15 minutes.”'Shit!' I cursed under my breath, if mom could listen to these curse words, I am so dead.I completed the morning routine and ran down the stairs but bumped into my elder brother.“So, the princes
16 August 2010Anvi******“Anvi, don’t forget to invite Sara to Arpit’s birthday.”“Okay, Aunty,” I replied and sat in the car. Arpit was sitting at the front seat, while Bhaiya sat beside me. Oh! I forgot to tell you, we are going to school and I will meet Sara, She came back yesterday.Adhyan Bhaiya was busy in studies even in the car while I looked out of the window to enjoy the lovely weather and my sweet little brother was busy solving Rubik's cube. My mind dragged me to the conversation I had with Bhaiya two days ago about The Red Journal.He said he doesn’t know anything about it but his expressions gave in. It was evident that he lied but I didn’t dare to ask him as he clearly warned me not to talk about it and also not to eavesdrop, but that was just unintentional.Anyways, Bhaiya has been acting very weird since
21 August 2010Anvi******“The Red Journal”‘Just Be You,And The One You Adore So Much will Come To See You.’Ah! Why can’t I decipher the meaning of it?It was so frustrating to solve the riddle. I pulled my hair in frustration and the passer-by gave me weird looks. Composing myself, I behaved normally and smiled at them which only made them look at me with pity, as if I am insane. Of course, they will think of me like that, otherwise which sane person pulls his/her hair in a public park.I have read The Red Journal and to be honest, I didn’t find anything to be worried about, but it feels like jumbled words to me and I hate solving riddles.If I get the chance then I will go back in time to stop the person from inventing this weird thing.Who plays with words?Anyways, I got to know that this journal bel
23 August 2010Anvi******“And then she listened to everything. I wish things would remain the same.” I said to my cousin, I meant Annapurna Maasi’s daughter Vidya. She is the one I adore the most.Oh! Did I forget to tell you that the riddle was solved?'Just Be YouAnd The One You Adore So Much Will Come To See You.'I didn’t get what it meant until I was asked to participate in a drama competition at school.I had been given two choices, either to play the role of my friend or myself. And that’s when it struck, I chose to be myself and when I came home I found Vidya who had come to stay with us for a few days as Maasi had gone to Mumbai for work.Is this Red Journal mystical? Who cares, I was happy that I got to meet my favourite cousin after so long.“Di,” Vidya called me.“Yes?”
25 August 2010Anvi******“Oh come on, Anvi. I know you very well and don’t forget that I am your best friend.”“I know Ms. Sara Ahmed.”“If you know then tell me what’s bothering you. It’s written all over your face that you are not fine.”Sara pestered me with her questions but I didn’t want to tell her what happened. I will tell her after all she is my best friend, but not now when I am not sure if I have completely got rid of the journal or not.“You again zoned out. See if you will not tell me then I will ask your Mom.”No, that’s not happening. Mom will surely get to know about the journal and what if something happens to her. So, I decided to lie as I knew my best friend won’t stop till she gets an answer.“Vidya got into an accident.”“Vidya
29 August 2010Anvi******That’s it. I can’t take it anymore. I need to tell everyone what’s going on with me. I can’t keep things to myself, at least not now when my best friend got punished. Yes, the second punishment was given to Sara. She had an accident while cycling and the irony is she is a district-level cycling champion.I had cried when I saw her lying in the hospital bed. Her injuries were way more serious than Vidya’s. The doctors are not sure whether she will be able to walk anytime soon or not. Her parents had decided not to let her become an athlete, which was her dream and this was all because of me.“Will you stop crying or should I smack you on your head?” Sara asked angrily. I had been crying ever since I had come to the hospital.“Damn girl! I am alive and yet you are crying as if I have died.” I hugged her tightly th