Beloved One - Raanjhana

Chose You! 💜

All these happening are in from Past. 90's Time!

Third Person POV

On the early hours of morning an ambulance is going fast. Crossing the villages, forests, beaches, houses, large estates and from peaceful Chiangmai to modern Bangkok filled with all kinds of sounds and I keep hearing the song of Khun Krist Perawat'S Missing!

When you're on the verge of dying, you'll realise some important facts or life. And one them would be that feelings and rockets can take a human to any limits without using an ounce of his mind.

Arthit's Pov :

I can feel myself being lifted onto the stretcher and was being ushered into the ambulance. And then I heard it. The song.

What a song that is.

Maybe I'm misunderstood by the person I love just like the girl was misunderstood in the MV by Krist. And as the consequence we both were dismissed from the lives of those we loved.

They completely rearranged my face.

(AN : italic words are the inner monologue of a person.)

'Just 30 mins ago I was standing in my own, just 20 mins ago my 11 bones and skull were cracked. Bright was right. This whole mess was created by me only.

But someone's love had become the bane of my life.'

But my story doesn't start here. Starts at Chiangmai.

Flashback BEGINS

My Name is Arthit Rojnapat. Im a half-Thai ,Half- Indian Hindu. 

I'm 13 year old Boy. In my first Teenage year.

In the narrow but filled with friendly faces of people of Chiangmai, there were group of kids were running along. 2 boys and a girl were leading the group.

Me, Namtan and Bright.

'l was a free soul. lt was not just difficult but impossible to catch me.'

"Uncle Rameshwar, give out some money." demanded Nam with her piggy bank in hand.

Our whole lane in Chiangmai is filled families that are half Thai and half Indian.. It happened so when few families from India settled here and married localites bcz with time they fell in love! Those they celebrate each and every festival of Indian and Thai cultures! Conclusion is we keep celebrating something every other week in an year 🤣😂.

"This time we'll burn Ravana's effigy in a way, that no one would dare to burn Ravana's effigy again." I said to him.

"But why are you dressed like Lord Shiva to ask for donation for Dussehra?"

(A/ N: Dussehra is celebrated for

Ravana Kidnapped Wife of Lord Rama and His defeat was celebrated in many parts of India by putting a fire to his idol.)

"Here you go." he gave us a 50 baht  note.

"Nam. Brother, did you see my Nam?" we heard Nam's dad voice.

"No." someone answered.

"That Oon will spoil her."

"Hide, hide." bright was ushering us into an alley hiding away from elders.

"NAMTARN" uncle yelled again.

"Seems like your father has come home pissed and saw you were missing." One of our friend Oak said.