Jahangeer's POV (his pic is up top/side)
The curtains were draw back as I shut my eyes tightly trying to block out the sun. When my body finally accepted that I had to wake up, I pushed myself out of bed. My slave, Divyansh, was standing next to my bed. I ruffled his hair. He smiled at me and walked out of the room. Once I changed and did my necessities, I walked downstairs to my breakfast table. Divyansh, or Divy, as I called him pulled out some food and placed it on both of our plates. He then sat down next to me and we ate together. After breakfast, I turned to Divy, " Divy, aj mera schedule kya hai?" (What is my schedule for today?) "Aj... aj to set pe jana hai aur airport pe pochna hai" ( today, you have to go on the set and we have to get to the airport) I slapped my forehead. "Oh god, airport ka mei to bhool hi gaya" (I forgot about the airport) It turned out that Divy had already packed our bags and he was ready to go. I neatened out my hair slipped on my shoes and got on my motor bike.
***********@ the set****************
I got out of my car and was greeted by my director. He slapped me in my back and led my by the shoulder to the make up room. When we got to the make up room, my director, Ranveer, said "challo Jay, shirt nikal. Aj item song Karna hai" (Come on Jay, take of your shirt. We have to do the item song today) I nodded and removed my shirt the make up artists started putting the foundation on back to cover the whipping scars on my back. After they were covered and I was changed into a sky blue shirt and black pants, I walked out of the changing rooms and onto the set. Ranveer looked me over and motioned me onto the place where the filming would happen. We worked for hours on this song and we had to get it done today. (video of the thingy is up top) We started filming and we managed to make it through the song without one stop unless it was for the song! Everyone was happy. After a long day of work, I got on my motorcycle and drove back home. When I got home, Divy opened the door for me and removed my jacket. He hung it on the coat and said, "Khana abhi thak tayar nahin hai. Ap chahe to ap upar jaiye aur apni bags pack kijye." (Dinner isn't ready yet. If you want, you can go up and pack your bags) I nodded and walked up the stairs to change. After I took a quick shower, I headed to my office to sort out some paper work I had. I singed the papers and took them down to the table so that Divy could sing them if he wanted. For dinner today, we had some rice and yogurt.. my personal favorite. After dinner was done and dusted, I told Divy to sit with me a while longer. "So Divy, time koi family hai kya?" ( So Divy do have any family?) Divy shook his head, no. "I'm sorry. Tumhe family chahiye?" (Do you want family?) He nodded. I showed him the two papers that I had signed. One as a paper that meant that he was free, he was no longer my slave. The other was an adoption paper. Divy smiled at me and signed both of them. Then he jumped up and hugged me tightly around the waist. I laughed and ruffled his hair. "Thank you baba." He whispered. (Baba means dad... remember that.) I smiled at my new name. "You're welcome Divy." A few hours later, a rickshaw pulled up outside our house. Divy and I got into it and placed our bags on our laps. My "mom" kissed me goodbye and gave us both a box of sweets.
*************@ the airport**********
We were seated the gate waiting do boarding to start. After like an hour of waiting, "Air India to San Francisco boarding now." Divy and I got up and walked to the boarding line. We were escorted in and we sat in first class. Within five minutes, the plane took of. I leaned back in my chair. "America here I come." I mumbled softly before closing ym eyes and falling into a deep sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Tangled lines
FantasyJahangeer Kumar is an escaped slave who ran away from his master, the alpha of his pack. He left behind his two younger siblings, Shakuntala and Vijay with their respective mates, the beta and the delta of the pack. Now he lives in India with his sl...
