SRISHTI SHAH -1♡

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Kashi, the city of Mahadev, but love blows in its winds. Everyone has a kind heart here. Kashi is well-known for its ghats, devotion to Mahadev, and maha aarti. My new novel will begin but not end on this ghat of kashi (BANARAS)

There destiny will begin somewhere else

AFTER 4 YEARS

BANARAS CITY, SHAH RESIDENT, Morning Time

The winds danced around, unrelenting in their movement, as if they held the secret to eternal freedom. I couldn't help but be mesmerized by their grace. And amidst their gentle caress, I felt a presence beside me, as if someone were holding my hand.

"Such a romantic sensation," I whispered, straining to see the face of the person beside me, their features blurred. They pulled me closer, their intoxicating scent urging me to snuggle in their embrace, making me hold them tighter. And then, a voice, like honey, called my name, Srishti.

"Hmmm," I hummed contentedly, a soft smile gracing my lips. But before my thoughts could wander further, he unexpectedly pushed me off the cliff.

"What a dream," I muttered as I jolted awake, my hands clutching my racing heart.

Before I could fully gather my thoughts, the door to my room creaked open, and there stood my dear mother. However, at that moment, she didn't appear so sweet or beautiful, holding a rolling pin in her hand.

In the background, a song seemed to play, its lyrics echoing, "Trouble, trouble," intensifying my distress.

My only instinct was to escape, to become invisible. My foolish brain concocted a solution: hiding beneath the safety of a blanket. I hastily wrapped it around myself, hoping to disappear from sight.

"Yahhh, Saru, you're late again, and you can't be a child forever, trying the same trick of hiding under a blanket to turn invisible," she exclaimed, yanking the poor covering away from me.

"Now, it's time to mend your ways. Discover a new trick. I've grown tired of this one for the past 20 years," she said, seething with anger.

All I could do was resort to my last resort, my most effective weapon: acting cute.

"Mumma, you know I studied until 2 a.m. Please forgive me, I promise this is the last time," I pleaded, holding my throat delicately, adding a touch of puppy eyes to my plea(BHRAMASTER).

And behold, it worked like magic. "Sukhar hai."

"Srishti, enough with the drama. Get ready; today is Mahashivrati. Remember? Or have you forgotten?" she scolded before I had a chance to utter a word.

She continued to grumble to herself, "Oh, God, how can she be so careless? We're already running so late. What am I to do with this girl?"

Knowing that a storm was about to brew, I intervened, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh ho, Momma, let your Shatabdi Express catch her breath," I teased. Now I understood why Papa always transformed into Mr. Bean around her. Don't get me wrong; they are an adorable couple. But Papa often resorts to silence around her. I'm sure by now, everyone knows the reason behind it.

Before she could rev up her engine, I quickly added, "Yes, yes, Momma, I remember. How could I forget our beloved Mahadev?"

Allow me to introduce Srishti Shah, a rare beauty with cascading hip-length hair, light brown eyes, and a pair of enchanting dimples on her cheeks. She carries a blend of tradition and modernity, effortlessly blending the best of both worlds. Her family holds a special place in her heart, and she is currently pursuing her dream of becoming a gynecologist. Our charismatic female lead.

Just give me 15 minutes, and I'll be downstairs. and made my way towards the almirah. and choose a simple white palazzo suit with a yellow dupatta.

and run to the bathroom for my life because my bomb is ticking downstairs, and now even my barahmaster can't be able to save me.

AFTER 20 MIN

"I'm here," I greeted with a grin, but my mom walked towards the door without even glancing at me. I proceeded to greet my sister-in-law with a warm hug, "Good morning, bhabhi." She returned the greeting with a smug smile and said, "Good morning, Saru. Looks like someone is in for a scolding as a morning gift."

It dawned on me that I was in deep trouble.

I hurriedly followed my mom, attempting to catch up with her pace. "Mama, don't be like this. It's only 6 a.m. We're not late; in fact, we'll be the first ones there," I pleaded, but she continued muttering to herself.

I knew better than to argue when She was in her element. So, I kept quiet and followed along.

After a 10-minute walk from our home, we arrived at our destination-the serene and beautiful Shiv Mandir, one of the most peaceful places on earth.

But trouble awaited me there as well, as there was a large crowd. "Bhai, it's a temple, not a movie shoot," I mumbled to myself, forgetting that everyone around me was also a devotee of Lord Shiva, just like me.

After a 15-minute wait, it was finally our turn.

I greeted the priest, saying, "Namaste Pandit Ji, kaise hain aap?" He replied, "Hum toh acche hain beta, tum batao, aaj late ho gayi ho tum," before I could even respond.

(I greeted the priest, saying, "Namaste, Pandit Ji. How are you?" He replied, "I'm well, my child. Tell me, you're running late today," before I could even respond.)

my dear mother continued her discussion about my alleged carelessness with Pandit Ji, I tuned them out and made my way to my favorite deity, Lord Shiva.

"Mahadev Ji, please forgive me for being late today. I didn't even realize how time flew by last night while I was working," I rambled, recounting the details of my dream without even thinking.

And then, I started telling him about the dream itself, saying, "Do you know, today I had a dream, but it wasn't just a dream. It was good, but someone pushed me off a cliff."

The thought alone sent shivers down my spine, as I suffered from acrophobia-(fear of heights.)

I heard someone giggling, which puzzled me. How could Lord Shiva laugh? Or perhaps my rambling had unintentionally become comical?

Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened my eyes to find a child standing beside me, around four or five years old. "Aww, he was so adorable with his chubby cheeks."

I scanned the area, searching for his parents, but there was no one to be found.

Curious, I asked him, "Why are you laughing?" He replied, "Because you were talking to yourself," and burst into giggles again.

His infectious laughter made me join in, unable to resist the cuteness. "Aww, my heart can't take it."

Before I could engage in further conversation, someone called out, "Abhi!" Startled, the child hid behind me, leaving me bewildered. I assumed the person calling was his mother or guardian.

She stood before me, attempting to stifle her laughter while motioning for me to stay quiet, placing her finger on her lips. Ah, it was a game they were playing. I responded with a thumbs-up gesture, indicating my understanding.

"Abhi, where are you?" she said, and as she tried to stop her own laughter, she asked me, "Have you seen a little boy? A very small child?" She dragged the child's word, and I shook my head

"I'm not kids," he exclaimed, clinging to his mom like a kangaroo, which only made me laugh.

His mom asked him, "What were you doing here?" He looked at me and replied, "She was talking to herself, so I thought she might need a friend, and she looked like an angel."

He gestured for me to come down to his level, and I happily obliged.

He pinched my cheek and asked, "Are you a real angel?"

I shook my head and said, "No, I'm not." "But you look like one. Why don't you have wings? Did you hide them like they do on TV?" His mom laughed and said, "Abhi, don't confuse her."

In response, he waved his hand and said, "No, she is. You know, she was talking to Mahadev, and it felt like she was talking to her friend. So if Mahadev is her friend, then she must be an angel." He smiled as if he had just solved a complex mathematical problem. "Oh, my heart, calm down. Calm down." I really wanted to pinch his cheek.

Before we could say anything more, I heard my mother's voice saying, "Shrishti, there you are. I've been looking for you for the past 10 minutes." And just when I thought trouble might be brewing again, she fell silent.

It left me confused.

"Sarika Beta(child), you're here," she said, and Abhi's mom hugged her without saying anything. It seemed they knew each other well.

I felt a tug on my pants, and I saw Abhi gesturing for me to listen to him.

When I sat down at his level, he whispered, "Are they long-lost sisters?" which made me chuckle.

"I don't know, maybe. But it seems more like a mother-daughter relationship, though she doesn't have any other daughter besides me," I replied, and he simply hummed.

"Srishti, meet her. She's Sarika, Suman's daughter," my mother introduced, clarifying my confusion. So she's Suman aunty's daughter, and my mother and Suman aunty have been best friends for generations.

She's like my aunt. "Look how much she's grown. She was only 6 or 7 years old when I last saw her," Sarika Didi remarked.

As they continued their conversation, Abhi and I performed the aarti of Lord Shiva together. He closed his eyes with a slight frown, lost in his own thoughts.

"Abhi, here's prasad (sweets)for you," I said, offering him the blessed sweet. He opened his eyes and looked at the prasad with a twinkle in his eyes.

"This is for me?" he asked. "Yes, because it's your puja too. Abhi is a good boy who deserves a gift," I replied, extending my hand towards him. He jumped with joy while enjoying his prasad, and I couldn't help but find it adorable.

After 20 minutes, my mom bid farewell to sarika, not before inviting her and her family for dinner. Abhi was the happiest person upon hearing the invitation. He kept asking the same question repeatedly, "Will we meet again?" which made all of us laugh.

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this was the first chapter of yeh lamha, like I don't know how it is

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