Saturday, 2 January 2016

Complicated Life : Chapter 1


/*IGNORE TYPOS*/


Love was never her cup of tea. At a very small age she had become so mature that she changed herself for  being a person that she doesn't even know. She was someone so meany that she can go up to any extents to harm them, so cruel that she can destroy you to an extent that you can't even imagine, anger run into her veins like a blood. She is everything for this world except being sweet and innocent.
Khushi never wanted her life turned like this. Then who made her like this ?
 Life was never always like a fairy tail for her. It was always like a marry-go-round. Full of experiments, adventure. All she learn that this world is full of cruelty. If you want to life here , you have to be a cruel, you have to learn how to compromise. Never expect good from anyone or anything, because when expectations didn't fulfilled, it hurts a lot. Life is full of surprises, and who doesn't like surprises.
She was a unwanted child of her parents, a Meany bi**h for her classmates, an arrogant fellow for her relatives, but for her best buddies- krait, lavanya,akshay and payal, she is a sweet, pure heart, tomboy khushi ; for her nanu and nani she is their crazy granddaughter who can eat a tones of jalebies ; for her dadi and dadaji , she is their prankster and stubborn grand-daughter, doesn't listen to anyone. BUT  there is someone for whom she is as pure as a AMRIT, for him she is his sunshine. His kiddo, his angel.


YEAR-1998 SOMEWHERE IN EASTERN UTTAR PRADESH :

(MORNING)

" UUUMMM...i so hate you sun uncle, you always disturb my sleep in morning . why you came so early ? kuch kaam ni hota kya apko iske alawa. Now because of you I have to wake up "complained a 4year old chubby khushi, slowly rubbing her left eye, trying to adjust the sunlight rays. Standing up from the bed she went out of the room.

" aye khushi , so you got time to wake up ?  you stubborn girl  , never understand love's language. Now what are you doing there standing on the doorway. Need some servants to do your work ?" shouted garima from the kitchen.

Khushi just looked at her mother , now eyes fully open thinking now what she had done wrong to get again scolded from her mother early morning. She looked at the couch, her school uniform is there which she placed last night there, she packed her bag in the night itself. She had done all her work. Then look towards the clock it just 06:00am in the morning , to early for her school.

"what are you doing there ? why not getting ready for your school ?" asked garima trying to understand her daughter .
"mommy its so early. What am I going to do after got I ready ? can I sleep for  1 more hour ?" ask khushi pouted.

"didn't you hear what I asked you to do khushi ? GO AND GET READY. If you dare  to fool me, you'll face the worst of me. " says garima in a very strict tone. Khushi just ran into the the bathroom, very well known of her mother's anger.

This is not the first time , she didn't got scolded by her mother for no reason. She always try to be a good daughter but doesn't know where is went wrong. Her small brain trued every possible way but she failed every time.

Coming out of the bathroom, she went towards the mirror to comb her hair. She didn't want to trouble her mother again. She want to be her good daughter. She combed her hairs with almost full concentration, satisfied by her work she went out of the room.

 Seeing her father busy reading his newspaper, she goes towards him smiling. "papa , how am I looking ?" asked khushi , twirling around.

Sashi put his newspaper aside and took her girl onto his lap, he kissed her forehead and said,"do I always need to tell you that you look like a princess?"

Khushi nodded making her father chuckle at her antics. Sashi loved her a lot. She is his replica. But few times he pour his all frustration on her. But she never stopped loving hum or his mother. At very small  she talked very mature.

Sashi- did you had your breakfast ?

Khushi- no. I was just about to go. You coming ?


ashi- no, you go. I'll join you guys in few minutes.

Khushi jumped from his fathers lap and ran towards the dinning room shouting" come fast papa. Am waiting for you.'

Sashi smiled at her daughter and went to get ready.



(NOON) :
Khushi silently entered in her home coming back from her school. Her dadi who was sitting in drawing room looked at her, said"you back ?"
khush just looked at her and nodded in response. "go and fresh up, I'll ask your maa to serve you lunch. Then go to sleep. Understand ?" said dadi in  a strict tone.
Khush again nodded at her as she was very much tired.


(EVENING)  :
"KHUSHIII"shouted garima on the top of her voice, anger is visible on her tone.

Khush jerked listening her mother's voice, frightened. She ran toward her mother. "what happen mommy ?"ask khushi innocently.

Garima(sarcastically)- ohh, so you don't know anything ? ok then let me remind you . what you did with pooja today in school ? Mrs. Sharma told me something ?

Khushi- mommy she first torn my notebook page then I did something.

Garima- something ? and what is that something ?

Khushi looked at the floor and said in a very low voice" I cut her hairs."

That was it. The dam of garima's anger broke and she slapped khushi hard, making her fall on floor. Listening to the commotion outside khushi's dadi comes outside an just shakes her head in disinterest, like this is the usual sight for her. Garima abusing the little soul and beating her. She goes back into her room.

Indeed this is the usual sight for gupta's
Garima- now get up and go out of my sight. I don't wanna see your face. You are just a curse on me. I didn't get anything from you . just shame.
Khushi ran out of the house crying out loudly, didn't understanding a word that her mother said to her. This is to much for her brain to bear. She just understand one thing that SHE IS UNWANTED, A CURSE, A SHAME.



(SAME EVENING IN SOCIETY PARK) :
A boy in hi early teens around 8 years old sitting silently on a corner bench waiting for her friend to come. This was his favorite time. The boy is none other that ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA.

Khushi entered the park sobbing, eyes red, messy hairs; she looked around the park to locate his special friend. Spotting him on their usual place , she ran towards him shouting "annavvv"

Arnav smiled listening his angel's voice but soon his smile dropped after seeing her angel's state. He ran towards her. Khushi jumped on him taking his step back. He hug her tightly and carried her to their favorite bench. He sat there and made her comfortable on his lap.

 Patting her back, he asked her calmly" what happen to my bacha?"

After listening his soft loving voice , she started to cry out loudly. Arnav again asked her.

Khushi(sobbing) - I hate her, I hate her a lot. She always do this to me.

Arnav(patting her back) - you mad, what you did today. There must be some reason that she slapped you.

Khushi(complaining) - why you always took her side. Are you my friend or her?

Arnav(smiling sadly) - offo silly girl. Of course am your friend. I was just asking. Ok forget it. Show me your cheek.

khushi shows him her right cheek which was having marks of finger proving that she was bitten by her mother brutally. The arnav look at the mark and hissed painfully as if someone had slapped him. Not able to see her angle in pain he kissed her cheeks softly making the girl giggle in response. he smile seeing her angel coming back to her normal self.

Arnav(calmly)- bacha ? now tell me what happen ?

Khushi(innocently)- I promise anav, I didn't do anything intentionally.

Khushi told arnav the whole story that how a girl in her class torn her notebook n how she cut her hairs from her pony tail. She giggled while telling the whole scenario. But soon her giggle sound turned into sob  remembering her mothers behavior.

 Arnav stopped her from telling further. He know what must her mother done to her. It is very much clear after looking at her. He again hug her tightly unable to do anything, thinking how can someone act so brutally with a 4 year old girl that to with his own blood.

Arnav asked khushi"bacha do you want to have chocolate?"

Khushi looked at arnav mischievously, soon her all sorrow is forgotten just listening the name of chocolate. Arnav very well know, how to cheer her up.

Very soon Both the friends got busy in there blissful world. Away from every pain, sorrow,hurt.



         

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Complicated Life : Character Sketch


/*Ignore Typos*/

Khushi & Khushi's family :

Khushi Gupta-

With the people close to her heart : Sweet, bubbly, very talkative, tomboy behavior, helping nature, possessive.
With the people she extremely hate : cold, rude, Meany, full of attitude. HOT-HEADED
 when she was sad, angry, or in trouble or had created some trouble she can eat tone of jalebies but sometimes chocolate is enough.
Crazy fan of Salman Khan and Mahindra Singh Dhoni
Love her FATHER a lot.
She has many faces with different people but no one knows the real KHUSHI KUMARI GUPTA.


Sashi Gupta & Garima Gupta-

Khushi's parents.
Sashi is a government employee. Garima is a home maker. True believer of old tradition and culture. Loves their family a lot.


Ashutosh Gupta-

khushi's younger brother
mumma's boy. Sweet, innocent, loves khushi a lot, football runs into his veins


Mr. & Mrs gupta-

Khushi's dadaji and dadiji
She calls them baba and amma


Mr. & Mrs singh-

Khushi's nanaji(nanu) and nani
The love khushi a lot



Payal Gupta-

Khushi's cousin sister. Very close to her but only knows the bubbly khushi


Kruti Agrawal,Lavanya Mehta,Akshay Kaushik-

Friends of khushi . kruti is her best friend she knows her in and out whereas lavanya and akshay are close to her but don't know few things about her. They are all together in school. Khushi and kruti are even together in college but akshay and lavanya got admit in different college. They meet every weekends



ARNAV & ARNAV'S FAMILY:

Arnav Singh Raizada-

Major in indian army. Very dedicated toward his duty. Can sacrifice his life for the sake of country.
Fun loving , caring, intelligent, handsome , looks which can kill you, but also have some anger problem. Overall the best human being. Every girl's dream boy.


Amar  & Divya Singh Raizada-

Arnav's parents
Amar is a Retired major general and divya is a wonderful homemaker. Very proud of arnav. Loves there all children equally


Divyani Singh raizada-

Arnav's dadi
Loves arnav a lot. Very sweet and caring but a little strict. Anjali is her jaan


Anjali Khanna-

Arnav's elder sister.
Same as in the show


Shivam Khanna-

Lieutenant Colonel in indian army. A very loving husband and father.


Arushi Khanna & Ansh Khanna-

Anjali's 4year twins. Loves their arnav mammu a lot. Little monsters and pranksters


Dhruv Singh Raizada-

Arnav's younger brother. A total prankster. Loves rock music but a big fan of jagjit singh


Manohar & Manorama Singh Raizada-

Arnav's chacha and chachi . same as in the show. Manohar is a business-man


Akash Singh Raizada-

Son of manohar and manorama. Very shy in nature. Arnav is his idol. Also wants to join army. Unlike his father.



Aman Mathur, Kunal Saini-

Friends of arnav. They are together from pre-school until now. They are also in Indian army



OTHER CHARACTERS WILL BE ALSO INTRODUCE AS THE STORY PROCEEDS
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Complicated Life : Prologue



/*IGNORE TYPOS*/

In a small part of east UTTAR PRADESH

May9, 1992 ( Singh Haveli ):

The whole Haveli is decorated like a bride.  Entire village is invited to witness the first wedding of this generation of singh family. The eldest daughter of Mr. And Mrs. Singh , Garima Singh is going to marry Sashi Gupta , son of Mr. And Mrs.Gupta. This was an arrange marriage. Mr. Singh and Mr. Gupta met through a common friend.
Every nook and corner of the Haveli is beaming with happiness.


23rd October 1992 ( Gupta Residence )

"You bi**h ! Why did i marry you ? Had given you all the luxury and what you are doing, making my mother do house chores. Are you a queen ? " says sashi after beating the hell out of garima who was suffering from high fever.
Mrs. Gupta having a smirk on her face says"just because of your father I let this wh**e live in my house, ask her when will her father give government job to you."
Garima shuddered on the ground from the intensity of their voice, not able to bear any more slips into unconscious sleep.

3rd june 1993 :

 "amma; amma , where are you ? I have a good news for you . Come out " comes Sashi  inside the house shouting on the top of his voice calling for his mother. Every one comes out of their room after listening his excited voice . Mrs Gupta " what happen babua . Why are you shouting? What's the good news ?"
" I got the job amma in government office. See this my appointment letter" says sashi after showing an envelope to Mrs. Gupta.
Happiness knows no bound today for Mrs. Gupta, she ran out of the house to tell this news to her neighbours leaving garima n shashi alone.
Sashi " so finally your father felt some pity on my condition and gave me job "
Garima " nothing like that sashi ji. Papa tried his best . Also you are very much deserving"
Sashi arrogantly" I know I am very much deserving. I don't need your explanation now go  and prepare for dinner "
Garima" ji anything specific you want in dinner ?"
Sashi " yes. YOU "



12th December 1993:

 garima was doing house chores early In the morning  , continuously looking at the gate. Sashi didn't came back home yesterday night saying he had some work in office. Its been 2 months of his joining. After his job few things definitely change in garima's life. They were no more beating her over a small thing still fight is there but there always a better way.
Its good to have something rather having nothing . Marrying sashi was like a marry-go-round for garima . Sometimes everything was like a dream but the next moment it was gone . Its hell. She can't predict the next second of her life.
Lost in her thoughts , she didn't saw sashi coming inside with a office bag in his left arm and collide with him. Irritated sashi " you stupid woman , can't you where you going. Idiot , go bring some water for me n take my bag "
Garima " ji . Tea ? "
Sashi " nothing else"
 Going back to the kitchen she saw a lipstick mark on sashi's right side of shirt. Having a slightest idea about her husband whereabouts in sake of work , she quietly move towards her destination wiping the lone tears escaping unknowingly from her eyes.


15th march 1994 :

 garima " sashiji do u have a minute?"
Sashi" yes . Speak fast"
Garima " am pregnant"
Sashi " what ?  Hahaha thank god . You prove maa wrong. She was saying you are infertile. And saying for my marriage again to her friend's daughter and yes she always want a heir of this house ie boy . Hope you got me "
Unknown to sashi , he again broke garima.



17th November 1994 ( outside OP , city hospital)

Doctor" congratulations Mr sashi Gupta . Your wife gave birth to a cute little girl . Both mother and child are fine "

From here starts the journey of an unwanted child by his family.
Do her mother need her ?
Can she get her fathers love ?



SO GUYS HERE'S THE PROLOGUE , WILL UPDATE THE CHARACTER SKETCH SOON . THIS IS JUST THE PAST MEMORIES . AND IS VERY MUCH RELATED TO PRESENT.
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~TMLS~ OS 5 : Piano Lesson


\* IGNORE TYPOS *\

Khushi's pov :

I've been working out on my piano skill so I'm able to get into St. Valentine's college, it's like Julliard for the musician. Everyday I practice with my piano hours and hours until I can master all Mozart, Bach, Beethoven, Schubert, Debussy, you named it all, I can play it all now.


Now, I'm working in Alkan's work. It's a nightmare piece for pianist, but If I can play it on my recruitment day, scholarship will be in my hand.


My dad, as a famous conductor for a famous orchestra in here suggest me to get a coach for the song. He know someone who can teach me to play Alkan's piece, but....This genius young man isn't someone who can approach easily. He known for his temper, tantrum, perfectionist, and control freak. Not much people can work with him and he the one who choose who can work with him. Just say my dad is one of the lucky guy who's ever work with him even twice ! And glad to say that he like to work with my dad.


His name is Arnav Singh Raizada. He's American born Indian. The rumor said that he shut himself from stage. It's like he suddenly gone after his last performance last year in LA. No one ever heard about him again. The reason still unknown.


Well, I never care about people life...I don't care..I have so much more important things to think and taking care rather than sit in front of tv and watch gossip about other's life...I watched some of his concert from dad's record...and I know why he called as modern Mozart. His fingers works like magic that calling people emotion. Listening to his play can makes you orgasm. That's how good he is. I pray dad can convince him to teach me, So i can beat him one day. I need to be better than him and make my dad proud.


———months after ———


Still no news about him, dad still eager to find him and convince him to teach me...but I think I feel enough. This guy is too arrogant for his own good. and I don't need arrogant people to teach me, I better learn myself, even I have to make my fingers bleeding in process.


I come to my dad studio to practice today. I have my own practice room here with my transparant baby grand piano...dad's gift for my 16th birthday...it's been two years and she's been my baby since then. nobody is allow to touch it beside dad and myself of course.


Today, I'm feeling for debussy piece...claire the lune...I close my eyes, take a deep breath and start playing it. The note playing at the back of my head, my finger dancing on the piano. i play it the same as what it's written on the piano sheet. I remember all the instruction, where's the soft and the strong part has to be play, all the legato and everything..I remember it all and I smile when I finish the song. I feel satisfied because I know I already play it perfectly the same as the sheet.


"You're the worst pianist I've ever known." I jolted and look at the source of the sexy voice in anger. When I see the tall figure who lean to the door frame with his hand fold on his firm chest, his sharp eyes look at me with a mocking look. I admit he's handsome to the max, and I know he's the prodigy guy...but it's very rude to insult me like that ! Nobody ever told me like that ! I win so many competition....but he called me worst pianist he ever met?!


"Excuse me?!" I ask him and he just raise his one eyebrow.


"Poor Debussy....his master piece played like a trash."


"Huhh, how dare you? I've been play this piece since years and I've been win several competition with this piece ! how come you said that I treat this piece like a trash?!"


"That mean the judge is deaf. If me who judge you, you'll never win."


"Tell me where's my fault ? I played it exactly like what is written !"


He walk to me, and suddenly sit beside me, makes me step aside and he put himself in the middle and now I have nowhere to sit. This guy really know some manner ! I stand up and fold my hand in front of my chest. I want to know how he play this song...I will listen to his playing carefully so I can pin point his fault like he did to me and trust me...I'lldo it harsh too...even more than he did.



Soon when his finger touch the piano...the melody he produce is so bewitching...I feel myself floating...there's something in his play that makes me feels like being touch with a delicate fingers...makes me shiver...and when he play the climax, I moan..lucky it's a low moan and I hope his piano sound cover my voice.



When he finish playing, i just stand there and stunned from the experience...I lost my words...I still feel floating from the feeling...and the worst...I know why he told me I play it so bad...


"Do you know where's your fault?" He ask me without looking at me. I still silent...I feel so ashamed...I thought that I played that song perfectly...but the fact...it's far from it....


"It's true you play it perfectly like what's it written...but that also perfectly wrong...your playing is dead....no soul...no emotion...like a robot..."


I feel like I've been stabbed so many times with sharp knife...his words is so deep...My tears waiting to fall...but I won't let it happen...at least not in front of him...He stand up from the piano and walk to the exit. without looking back at me. After he left, I let myself fall to the ground and I let my tears to fall down. I cry in silent for a good few minutes...



After that, I close my piano and go home...I go straight to my bed and stay there until I drift to sleep. I promise myself to play it better than today. I know I can do it...I will....



I spent my day practicing it again and again and again...but I still can't make it like what he did...It does makes me frustrating...I slam my hand on my piano and I throw the paper..make it scatter on the floor. I put my head on the lid and close my eyes...try to regain my breath...



"Ck ck, you still play it wrong..." I heard the annoying voice again...why he has to show up again today...why don't he give me few more days...so I can show him that I can do it too...



I didn't hear when he walk, but suddenly I feel his breath on my neck...I jolted up and I can see he smirking from behind me.


"Play it again....I'll guide you..." He telling me with husky voice. I close my eyes try to concentrate on the music. I start playing it with tremble hand....his closeness makes me uneasy...His put his hand on my shoulder at first, then I start playing, his hand start traveling down slowly..makes me feel goosebumps all over my body...my n1pple start to erect from his touch. I bit my lip to prevent me make noise. I try so hard to concentrate on my piano sound.


His put his hand on my hips..makes me put more pressure to the piano...


"Keep going..." He said it with low husky voice with his lips touching my earlobe...I titling my head to the side showing him my neck. My lips are parting..my eyes are close but I don't know why my finger still manage to play the song without any fault...maybe because of the practice..my finger already memorize it all...I try to enjoy my playing again, but It become harder because I feel his cold hand on my stomach...one moving up to my bra line...and the other one playing with my panty line...My body become stiff...my fingers become jelly...I can feel my finger are just flying upon the piano...


when he touch my cl1t my feet press the pedal and my finger suddenly have power to press the note...my tempo slightly faster..like my breath...


"Relax...." He said it while his lips caressing my neck and his finger playing with my cl1t. I let out a moan when his other hand squeeze my breast...It's so hard to keep playing in this state...but I have to play it until the end..to prove him that he can't distract me with whatever he do.


My concentration is on the thin line for now...and the song almost reach it climax. His finger slip inside my panty and he just thrust it inside my v4g1n4 while his other hand squeeze my breast and the finger pinching my nipple. His teeth nipping my neck...My body is so hot...I can't sit still...and moan slip from my mouth.


I can feel he's smirk on my neck...He move his finger in and out faster and pinching my nipple harder...I can't hold it anymore....I climaxing at the same time with the song reach it's climax too..."Ahhh....." I said it loud...for seconds, my finger stop playing....but then he remove his hand from my v4g1n4 then put it in his mouth and suck it clean. Then he guide my hand to continue my play. He put his both hand on my breast for the rest of the song and continue to squeeze it and pinching it...prolong my climax.



Finally i finish my song...and my breath just like I finished run a mile...I can feel my cheek hot...I'm so embarrassed...I hide my face with my both hand....He give my breast last squeeze before he remove his hand from it and hug me.


"Now you already have soul in the song. listen to it..." I don't know when he record my piano play...I still close my eyes, and he still hug me from behind. He rest his head on the junction of my neck and shoulder...my breath still panting...but already better. I listen to my play...It does sound different ! I feel the song is more life...he's right....my play before has no soul...I play it like a robot....but this one....Even it still far from his, but at least...I can feel the emotion is there...


My tears fell down...but then his thumb erase it. He lift up my chin with his finger softly, I open my eyes and I meet his clear hazel eyes...His pupil is still dilated...his member is still hard. I can feel it because he sit so close to me. His eyes look down to my lips, makes me let out my tongue tracing my lips, before I bit my own lips, he did it.


I close my eyes and savour the taste of his lips on mine. he plunge his tongue inside my mouth, our tongue dance together slow at first and it's getting passionate within second. He pull me to his lap, so his crotch in front of my v4g1n4. My hand tug his hair..make him groan and I moan when he put back his hand to my breast and squeeze it together.


He unbuckle his pants and let his member out. He take my right hand and guide it to his member. I moan when my hand touch it. His c0ck already very hard and big. His precum is already leaking out. I use my thumb to spread it and I start to move my hand up and down. He pull my shirt, makes the buttons flying and my lacy bra shown.


He pull down my shirt and the bra straps, showing my breast and my erect nipple. He kiss my jaw, down to my neck then to my right breast. Nipping nipple,licking it and sucking it, while his right index hand thumb pinching and pulling my other nipple.


My hand move up and down faster, makes him move his hips back and forth thrusting his c0ck to my v4g1n4I settle my leg to his hip and he stand up, walking to the wall. He sandwich me between him and the wall. He put down my leg only to remove my panty, then he lift up my left leg back to his hip, while my right leg support my body. Our hip move together in rhythm, we moan and grunt.


"Fuck, you're so wet.." He put his finger in and out my v4g1n4 before he put his c0ck inside. He thrust his c0ck inside in one hard move, makes me moan loud. Lucky the studio has acoustic wall and its work well to keep the voice down from outside. My voice won't heard outside even I scream loud.


Complicated Life


LIFE !!!!

The most important thing is to enjoy our life .

But are we really happy ?

Is our happiness is only materialistic?

Every person has different opinion about living life. We try to find happiness in every small thing.

I find happiness in watching rainfall, some find happiness in hanging out with friends, some find happiness when spending time with their love ones. There are many thing which bring smile on our face .

Life is a series of natural and spontaneous change . Let reality be the reality. Don't try to change it. Fill what's empty, empty what's fill .

Your life is your mirror, it will reflect back your thinking; life is short live it fully...

stay positive but always keep in mind the negative things related to it.

Sometimes I am afraid just want to run away from every thing. Leaving everything behind. But when I like back everything seems still. Like wanting to recreate the history again. Want to refresh every part of it.
So here I am . Giving a chance. Exploring me again, in a very different way -


COMPLICATED LIFE is my first story . This story is very much close to me. Many parts of this story is related to my life.
The whole story revolves around a teen girl having fascinating dreams.
As am a big fan of arshi(arnav and Khushi - lead role of iss pyar ko kya naam doo) , the girl In my story is named after her. She is very much like Khushi but modern.
will update the prologue and character sketch soon.

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