SaiRat FF My Child Bride

Part 1

Important Note (Disclaimer)

Story is an adaptation of great author Rabindra Nath Tagore ji's work "Samapti". Till now numerous bengali, hindi and other language films and tv shows have shown this story. So this time I am trying to present it in my own way. I am only an amateur writer so please keep this fact in mind and forgive my mistakes. 

Its totally unrelated to the show. Just take it as altogether new story and read the story with open heart and shower your love as always. Have written this on another couple previously so sorry if  I forgot to change names at some places.

Part 1

Virat Chavan stepped out from the cab as he arrived home. He paid the rent and moved towards his bunglow. He looked around and smiled feeling the atmosphere of his hometown. He has been completing his graduation in Nagpur. Being a big and crowded city, it had all the luxuries but devoid of fresh air and that special fragrance of soil, the calm environment his home town Gadhchiroli had. He missed his town and home so much, more than it, he missed his kaku.

He lost his parents in accident when he was just 12. Since then his kaku, Bhawani Chavan, the matriarch of the family, whom whole Gadhchiroli called akka sahib with respect, had not only raised him single handedly but also took care of all the properties and family business alone. Bhawani Chavan was strong willed lady. She believed in her culture strongly. According to Virat, she was somewhat conservative but she had strong set of beliefs which she would not give up for anyone. She faced many hardships after her husband's demise when one by one every other family member went away to make their life in big city while Bhawani was left alone to look after the debt ridden family business.  

But Bhawani took all hardships and didn't let anything come in between her nephew's studies. She loved her nephew like her son. She not only managed their haveli but also cleared all the debts and took their business to new heights.  But now she was growing old. Even she needed support of Virat but Virat was adamant for doing post graduation while Bhawani wanted him to get settled down in life and learn to manage business while she was capable of guiding him. This one topic was often the cause little fights and disagreement between the them. Apart from this also the difference in thinking process and views about business and society in general often caused Virat to say that his kaku has grown old and she should try more to accept views of new generation. Bhawani use to try but often fail to bridge this generation gap.

Virat looked at his left and he could see their mango plantation. They were big landlord of Gadhchiroli and owned many such farms. But mango being his favourite fruit, this farm which was also located just in side of their bunglow  premises was his favourite.

Virat smiled as he remembered his childhood. He used to run in the whole farm in search of perfect mangoes. He thought to take a stroll before going inside  the house. He turned towards the farm and went inside to relive his childhood. He had his eyes closed and was moving slowly when he suddenly fell down as his leg twisted because of the small pit full of water.

Virat fell down, face on the ground and splashes of water and mud on his clothes and face. Before he could have understood what happen and stand up again, he heard laughter. He looked at his right side and there were bunch of kids laughing on him hysterically, making fun of him. But what caught his attention was a beautiful girl laughing with them, sitting on a mango tree.

Virat was angry on those bratty kids for laughing on him like that instead of helping him but he forgot his anger when his eyes landed on that girl. Her attire looked weird for a girl's clothing. She was in plain jeans and boys collar t shirt. Virat looked at her face, She had cutest nose in the world, he thought. Her eyes, melting chocolate with caramel color, almond shaped, her lips, perfectly shaped light pink color like those barbie dolls and not to be missed, her hair....her long hairs which came upto her waist, somewhat curly, dark brown, unkempt, unruly.... wild....her whole persona was wild. He had seen many beautiful girls in Nagpur but she was different from them. The polished, sophisticated, almost fake personalities of those girls seems very dull in front of this raw, small town beauty. Her laughter....carefree and captivating....he couldn't stop himself from staring her in order to drink her beauty as much as he could while the girl and the kids gang kept laughing on him.