He'd always loved Khushi. Just Her. He loved her then.He loved her - Now.Arnav Singh Raizada - had spent a major timeline of his life - believing, breathing and living this one eternal truth that surely served the anchor role within the cave of his...
Surpriseeee! Okay so ever since I penned down the intro yesterday the prologues/ as in the initial build up of this plot has been revolving around my head or rather literally dancing around more so - so I thought I might as well just pen down the initial Prologues to just set the back story tone for the story before it actually begins!
So yup - Here I am with the first brief Prologue!
And yes - as I do always read all comments - I do wama say that don't worry guys - after I finish penning down HW2.0 epilogues there is a possibility that I write this plot and last leg of Chaotic 2.0 side by side!🤗
Okay - then - alrighty let's straight dip into the Prologue for Invisible Strings - a plot I am super excited about as well❤❤❤
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Prologue - I
On a rainy stormy night off the 4th August, 1996 – Mini and Mathew D'Costa - the wardens and owners of the Angel's Orphanage in Lucknow responded to the loud thuds and knocks on their door in a rushed hurry – indeed. How could they not? The thundering knocks and ringbells on the door kind off resembled the notes of the thundering skies up and above of them. They'd rushed through the orphange's courtyard at the speed of light – hoping that the loud thunders did not wake up the other sleeping children. And to their utter surprise once they had opened the door – they'd found a little baby bassinet right in front of the door – thankfully atleast covered with a raincoat – in order to protect the wailing child underneath from getting drenched in the rain and triggering the onset of pneumonia.
Matthew D'Costa had taken a moment to scan the surroundings around in the out and as he spotted no one in proximity except for the screeching wheels of a car in far vision speeding far and away – he gestured the worse to his wife – Mini. " They'v left. Whoever was it that came to drop this child, they just left Mini...which means that our home...is this baby's home...now..."
"How could anyone be so cruel to drop a little baby in a thunderstorm as bad as this one – at the door Matthew?? In the middle of the night?? What if we were sleeping?? What I'd we didnt respond to their knocks and doorbells??? Surely then this little angel wouldn't have survived the night in this treacherous weather....oh there there...lil one..come on..into my arms...," voiced out Mini D'Costa as she hurriedly picked up the wailing baby in her arms securing him with her into shelter in the foyer off the house – her compassionate heart already accepting the role of the baby's guardian in an instant.
Matthew and Mini D'Costa – were educated hardworking members of the society. Mini worked as a Primary school – principal in a reputed English medium school nearby (for years)and Matthew was a literature professor in Lucknow University. They'd been an average upper middle class couple quite content and deeply in love with one another.
