Hi guys..it’s naina. I am from France. My friend used to watch kumkum and I too got addicted to it.I am 20 doing my fashion designing.I am happy to start a story and I used to read all your updates.so my story is quite different. Yes different from others I guess.so let’s get into the story..
characters..
ABHISHEK MEHRA
PRAGYA ARORA
PURAB KHANNA
BULBUL ARORA
ALIYA MEHRA
TANUSHREE MEHTA
RIYA KAPOOR ( mouni roy)
etc. …
” many times I think I am unlucky.I have no friends or relatives ..I have only one sister who used to care for me like my mother.though she is younger than me, she acts to be elder than me.but I fear that I will loose her too.in my childhood days I had a best friend riya.we both used to be so attached as we are neighbours. I used to share all things with her and she too.we used to play together. ..we used to fight a lot but after few minutes we will rejoin.but in fifth grade her father got transfer to Delhi.although Delhi is not far from Mumbai but we were sad.you know what..I am not the who cried.she was the one who cried for me.I was happy that in my life..first time I got a person who cry for me.later she left and I too missed her.she used to call me ,in vacation I used to go and visit her and she also.but not that much close …later we stopped talking , visiting..I don’t know what made a difference but I didn’t get a chance to meet her.
later in my seventh grade I had a best friend purab.he was close to me .he is not like riya but like a brother for me too.he used to care for me and I used to share my things with him.but my fate, he too left me for higher studies.
Later at my age of 12 , my parents decided to get me married.I am not opposing them as I know they knew what’s good for me.I married at my age of 13 .in my families they used to marry at small ages and after that they will stay in their parents house till her husband attains a stability .till that they have to learn house hold works etc. I was also under that pressure…on my marriage, I was made to sit beside him.I don’t know who he is or how he looks.I looked at him ,he too looks at me in annoyed…may be he too didn’t like me..as I am not as beautiful as bulbul.I had a fear because he looks arrogant..I kept quite till my marriage gets completed.I am not mature to think about it that day but now I can able to understand.I used to talk to him after my marriage not by person ..only through phones…not more but some what short…then one day he came to meet me .I was first frightened to meet him later my mom makes me to feel comfortable as possible saying that he is your husband ,you have to respect him,don’t speak when he speak…actually I was not frightened much befire my ma says.so my dad said he is waiting in my room.I slowly peeps into my room…he was standing near balcony.I slowly walked to him.I even don’t know what’s his name or bla. ..bla. ..I just went to him and stands beside him.I don’t know how he came to know that I am beside him.he turns to me and takes a look at me.I just looked down as I don’t want to look at him.he then asked me to feel comfortable and says that he is going to Pune for higher studies .I too nodded because my mom asked me to respect him.he asked me ,you don’t have any problem right.I again nodded.he asked me to talk.I looked at him..into his eyes where I could see his pain.I just said my mumma asked me not to talk while you are talking and looks down.I could hear his laugh..he simply said …ok..I am leaving. .take care and moves from there .I took a deep breath and was about to turn when he kissed me at my cheeks and says bye.I was quite suprised by his action but I liked it as it’s my first time a bit kissing. Slowly he too left me and after many years at my age of 1 6my parents died in an accident and later me and my sister were brought up by my dadi.as his parents have no objection to my studies I started to go to school after my marriage too.now I am 19 years old i gonna join a college in Pune…..I don’t know whether I will meet him but I am sure that he will remember me…I dont know how he looks now..what he is doing…but my heart will beat for him.sorry not introducing me…I am pragya abhishek mehra …sister of bulbul and wife of abhishek.ok….it’s time to pack my bags…I will see you later soon…….”
I closed the diary….and my eyes filled with tears…where are you pragya..I know I hurted you but doesn’t means I don’t like you…I am waiting for you….a man in age of 25 walks to his room and sees a small girl’s picture in bride’s dress and himself as a groom.he touches her face and says I love you..please come back…
So after pragya left to Pune did she met abhi..it made them to seperate. ..if so why abhi is longing for pragya…let’s see in upcoming episides…waiting fur your comments..
Please make a note. ..those who read the story…drop your name, what are you doing,where are you from….as a intro to me..and last about my story too..