Cartoon Hearts: Yeh Ishq hai Ya Majboori? (Part1: Episode1)

Hey guys! I am back again with the first episode of my ff… 🙂 I was so glad upon receiving positive comments on my introduction and promo…
Now, I would just let you know the backset of this story… #1 → the story is divided in a few parts, this is the first part. It will mostly be in flashback.. ((of course, Until we come back to the present…)).. And there will be bits of present that will be actually triggering the flashback .
#2 → Each part consists of 40 EPISODES.. ((I have only thought of part 1.. Remaining will be thought of upon positive reviews and popular demand..))
#3 → Each part will be having ONLY ONE promo.. And teasers for every 10 episodes.. 🙂 i.e. 4 teasers and 1 promo per part. Precap will be provided, but that could also be a part of the teaser.. So I would love it if you guys keep patience and bear with me.. 🙁
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Promo 1 has already been published.. But for those who missed.. Can look up to the following link.. :
intro-promo1

(So here is the episode 1: hope you all love it..)

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Cartoon Hearts
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“What is love???” the teacher wrote on the board.

“Hello students!!! Today you have to write on “love”… This is your final assessment, the best written article and story on love will be featured in “Voice of Youth” Magazine’s very first edition..I know most of you have once been in love……..”

The teacher’s words drowned into his ears as he sat lost in thoughts. His sun kissed face stared outside the classroom, towards that old banyan tree. The laughters still banged in his ears and memories were fresh as new. Love, the word alone was enough to bring him down his memory lane, to bring turmoil in his heart.

“Shivay!!!” whispered a boy, jerking him softly, bringing him out of his world- a world he had created in his mind and heart where it was just him & her.

“What??!” Shivay asked.

“What will you be writing??”

“I don’t know… (standing up) Excuse me Ma’am, May I bring my assignment today afternoon…. I am not feeling well”

“Shivay.. You must not have heard me.. So let me tell you again…last day to give your article and story is 30th .. So relax and write.. Okay??”

He stared at his teacher for a while, then packed his books and then left the class silently. On the desk were inscribed boldly…. “ShivIka”, “S+A”, all inside a heart.

He walks out of the classroom and then turns to look inside, to where he sat. He waved at her. And there she was smiling brightly at him, as lively as ever. She was the very essence of his life, his only love. He smiled back and flew her a kiss.

All the while walking down the corridors, he could hear her laughter echoing. He wanted to save her in that unfateful night…and maybe he could have.. but…

Shivay breaks down crying underneath the tree, drifting down his favourite memory lane all over again. Memories that were only his. The best part of his life.
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*FLASHBACK*

SHIMLA, 2013:

A boy is riding his bicycle swiftly down the hilly road, a girl is seen riding it past through him. The boy looks on.
“Who is this?? New girl in town??”
He cycles up faster but then does not find her anywhere. He was surprised and then scared. I hope it wasn’t any ghost… he trembled and shivered at the thought of seeing a ‘cycling ghost’… He raced down the path and rushed inside his home.. Gulping down a glass of water, he calls out for his father..

“Papa!” he notices the dancing girl showpiece, fallen down, while it’s music played.. ‘ting..ting..ting..–” he looked around and noticed the house messed up. His eyes showed clear signs of fear as he walked slowly and softly towards his father’s office room.

“Papa!!!!!!” He screamed. The scream echoed through the entire town and may be even far… for he had seen his father in a pool of blood after being stabbed to death. His father was all that he had. He hugged his father’s body and cried his heart out. He notices a piece of paper crumbled in his father’s fist, and pulls it out:

“Shivay…password…!” he was puzzled and pushed the paper into his pocket wondering what it would be meaning.

Some days later:
The boy is seen looking through the stuffs in his father’s office, when he notices a picture of girl, painted dead. The girl had caught his fascination. Her eyes, her nose.. Everything about her was unusually attractive. She was one of the best creations of God Almighty, he thought. He looks through the other papers along with the picture.

//Play game—Mirror—teleport—-save–teleported back—not able to save—reel world life begins//

He was surprised on reading the scribbled words. His father was the famous magician cartoonist, he created several games like.. “The Betrayal”, “Save the Daughter!”, “Happy bird”, “PrisonEsc!” and Etc. Etc. All his games were major hits and the youngsters loved them all.. But what would this mean..he wondered.

Some weeks later:
The boy had almost forgotten all about his mysterious findings in his father’s office, until one night he happened to see someone murder that girl. All that the girl screamed was “SHIVAY!!”. The boy woke up from his sleep. What a dream! He thought. “Why did the girl take my name?? Who is this girl??” he thought. “I will have to find out.. But.. In the morning…” he saying yawning and goes back to sleep.

The next day:
The boy walks into a shop.
“Hello uncle, I am Shivay..–”

“Shivay Singh Oberoi??” says an old man.

“Yes…-”

“Your dad asked me to give you this box” said the old man,bending to get a box from underneath his chair, and handing it over to Shivay by his trembling hands.

“Keep this safe.. Shivay.. Your dad was a nice man…”

Shivay looks at the old rusted box. He wondered what must be the content of the box. As he was about to leave the shop, the old man keeps his hands upon his shoulder.

“Shivay…(pulling him to a corner and whispering)… This box means responsibility.. They will be coming after you… Go away far.. Far… away… (putting some money in his hands…) take this money and leave the city.. Your father had a office in Mumbai.. You will find every answer in there..”

Shivay was surprised on hearing these. But yet his curiosity drove him to agree to the old man. The old man blesses him and asks him to change his clothes and escape in disguise. Shivay walks into another room around the corner. He changes his clothes and gets startled hearing the commotion outside. He pulls the door open slowly and between the long, thick curtains, he noticed some men brutally murdering the old man. Shocked, he escapes through the window. Rushing back to his room. Back at home, he pulls out a backpack, and packs some clothes, papers, his mysterious findings at his father’s office, some food and money. He pulls his water bottle, cap, phone and wearing the headphones, he bikes down the hilly roads towards the railways. He runs after the train to get up onto the last carriage, after a lot of struggle, he finally made it up the train. He pants and finds himself a place to sit.

Precap:
Shivay is in a dark room, panting and gripped with fear. He notices some people surfing through all the stuffs in his father’s private office. The men turns and flashes light around. Shivay stands shocked and frozen to death.