Kismet

Chapter One!

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Wattpadders and Wattpaddettes! :) Hope you're all good!

Anyways here's the first chapter of Kismet for you! I hope you like it, I decided to try something different for a change! Aha. I've put up a picture of Shanti on the side ---->

I'm dedicating this first chapter to losangelesque becasue she is amazing, and has so much writing talent!. Check out her story Perfect! I can guarantee you'll love it :) Here's the link ~ http://www.wattpad.com/story/7249457-perfect-watty-awards-2013

WARNING: Does contain moderate violence, and may be unsuitable for younger readers, as it does contain some distressing scenes.

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Character Profiles:

Diya Chandara: 18 years old ~ An innocent village girl, daughter of a poor farmer. Lives with her mother and younger sister in a small house. They work the land, which is mortgaged to Thakur. Bottom of the social hierarchy. Positive, Innocent and upbeat girl.

Thakur Aryan Singh Virani : 20 years of age ~ Heir to the Village, Shrahelli. Rich, Spoilt and used to having his way. Doesn't care about any relationship, just about what he wants. All the farmer's land is mortgaged to him. He uses unorthodox methods to decrease the debt of the farmers. Cunning, sly and manipulative. Women hold no respect in his eyes.

(The title Thakur is the same as the title Lord)

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Chapter One!

~Diya~

"Shanti! Shanti! Hurry up we need to leave!" I cry. Today's the carnival, there will be sweets, bangles and rides. I can't wait. It only comes once in a year, we can't really afford to go anywhere. So I cannot wait for the Mehla! (Mehla = Carnival/Festival). I'm going to put on my best clothes.

I rush over finding my steel suitcase, I keep all of my clothes in here, I don't have many but I am very happy with my family. We luckily have enough to survive and I pray everyday to God and thank him. I slip on a shalwar kameez, our traditional dress in our village. It consists of a long top that comes about mid thigh and leggings.

I slip my silver chandelier earrings in, I got them on my birthday, It's my only pair that has silver coating on, the rest are brass. My friends adore these earrings. They look so pretty. I plait my long dark brown hair, to one side.

"Diya, Diya!" I rush towards the kitchen, I can hear my Ma calling. "Yes Ma?" I replied, quickly. "Diya I need you to promise me that if anyone comes in a car, or is well dressed or you hear people saying Malik (Malik means Master) you and Shanti will come straight home! Okay? I don't wish you to even go, but I have to go and help your father with the land today. Make sure you sell enough flower bracelets. Thakur's are not people you want to cross paths with, are you listening Diya? Taimar will stay with your auntie, OK?" Mum rambles on. "I know, I know I will be fine, can I go now?" I ask impatiently.

Shanti runs into the house. Wow she looks so pretty. "Shanti, you look beautiful" I say. She waves her hand "Come on Diya we don't want to be there late, do we? You've got your money right'? I've brought 500 rupees (£5)." Diya shrugs. Woah. "How did you get so much money? I've saved all year and I only have about 350 rupees! (£3.50)!." I say astonished. That's a lot of money for us, our average weekly earning is about 60 rupees. (£0.60). "Me to know, you to find out?" Shanti says a grin on her face.