Devivan-The Reprise

Devivan-The Reprise

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What if the story of our Balaveer and vivan unfolded into a whole different universe!? What if their relationship was a bit different!? What if the unacknowledged distance between them remained between them for a prolonged period of time!? What if Baalveer never lost his memory!? What if vivan never asked him to enter not just his life but his house and his heart as well!? What if they faced a thousand challenges but struggled to mould their bond? What if they had those unexpected nok-jhoks they never had?what if they did not carried a major place for each other in their hearts? what if their bond turned upside down so unexpectedly that they never thought it to be?What if a series of events brought them together such that they marked their journeies from "never to "forever" What if the original Devivan got to know about all this? Remember-"Every story is a different one" I just want to portray them on a bit deeper level..I just want to show what's been not completely acknowledged along with the battles and Challanges they face that is , their CAPTIVATING HISTORY. THEME:- Koi toh ho mera apna.. Koi toh sahara ho... Gum mere theher toh jaye... Koi kinara ho.. ______________ Taqdeee tumse jabse se judi hain.. Zindagi mein sukoon,khushiyan he hain....
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DAKSHIKA

"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed. I nodded a little locking eyes with him fearfully. I witnessed a glimmer in his eyes and he removed his palm from my mouth slowly. I mustered up a little strength and asked nervously. "Kon hai aap aur yahan kya kar rhe hain," His eyes softened, looking deep into my eyes as if he could see through them as if he owned them. A strong wind surfaced, pulling away the fabric and revealing his face. It was him. My heartbeats raced wildly. He flickered his gaze to my lips for a few seconds, licked his lower lip a little with an unreadable emotion and peered back deeply into my eyes, delving into my soul. He replied in the raw, masculine and resonating voice I had heard months before. "Daksh naam hai hamara. Vivaah karne aaye hai aapse," *** I could not believe my eyes that he was standing right in front of me. The day I walked away from him, with a swarm of butterflies in the depths of my guts and belly, I never considered the possibility of crossing our paths again. I never thought we would get another chance in this life. Was it a wise decision of me to run away back then like that? The moments we shared back then flashed back into my memory. I started wondering if this was a coincidence or if he purposely located me. *** This is the love story of Daksh Pratap Rathore and Radhika Maan Singh. Storyline occurs in early years of 21st century(2001). A love saga bridging the gap between a city-born man and a village-raised girl. They are soulmates longing for love and solace from each other in different parameters. Let us dive into their journey of togetherness, and internal conflicts and see if and how they find solace with each other. First 2 chapters can be descriptive but I'm sure you'll like the story further.

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