Part 1 Genius

A cute girl was riding a bicycle with a fresh smile on her face. She stopped at the particular place and waited for a while. Her eyes were on a house next to her. Seemingly it was a house, it was a port trust with high walls and a gate. It was sure she could not have a look inside the house. Yet, she was there, looking at that house. Not only that day, but it was also her regular routine. She came here every day at a particular time and waited for a while.

A few days ago, when she crossed the same house, she heard heart-warming music. The music came from the same house. She lost herself in the music and stood listening to it. Being a music student, she should have felt something in her heart beyond ordinary people.

She left the place with a disappointment-filled face. It had been a month since she heard the music but after that day, she could not hear the music ever again. She wanted to not only hear the music but also wanted to know who played the music. In fact, she wanted to get the autograph of the person if possible because, from the time, she heard the music, it was buzzing in her ear. She tried to compose the same music but she could not. She didn't catch the NOTES of the rhythm. That was the toughest NOTE she had ever heard. The much she felt it tough, the much she wanted to meet the person. He /she must be the GENIUS of music. Her curiosity was increasing a day by day to meet the person.

She got inside a house named *SHALI VILAS*. When she entered the house, she heard,

"Kuchiiiii"

A cute baby girl who was two and half years old rushed to her weeping. In no time, she lifted her.

"What happened to you Shalu? Why are you crying?" she asked in a babyish voice.

"Mumma... injection..." she showed her backside where the doctor injected her.

"Whaaaat? Which idiot injected to my Shaluma?"

"Doctor"

"Oh... is that Doctor?"

Shali nodded yes pouting.

"So, it will be for your betterment..." She wiped her cheek.

Shalu hugged her tightly.

"I don't want injection" she sniffed.

"Ok, I will request the doctor not to inject you. Ok?"

"Promise?"

"Promise"

Shali kissed her cheek.

"Kuchi maasi became a graduate in Music" she kissed the girl's cheek.

"Got it, Khushi?" a woman in her middle twenties asked. She was Anjali, Khushi's sister.

"Yes, Jeeji. I so wanted you and Shali to come to my convocation..."

Cutting her,

"What to do, Khushi? Shalu was suffering from loose motion from last night. How could I bring her to the function? Do you want the convocation hall to stink?" Anjali asked teasingly.

Khushi burst out laughing.

"How are you now, baby?" Khushi asked the baby.

"She is fine now. The doctor injected her" Anjali said.

Khushi stood to form the couch.

"Jeeji, I warn you, from the next time, no injection, understand?"

Anjali nodded ok as if she was scared.

"Find a doctor for our Shalu who treats without injection." She ordered.

"Ok, madam" Anjali chuckled.

That's when Anjali got a call on her mobile. Anjali's face brightened, seeing the caller's name.

"Your Jeejaji is calling," Anjali said happily. In that, she didn't notice Khushi's changed facial expression. Anjali attended the call.

Khushi went to her room and started playing with Shali and with her toys. Anjali looked here and there for Khushi.

"Shyamji, she is not here"

"She must be in her room," Shyam said.

"Let me check"

Anjali came to her room and pushed the door.

"Khushi, why didn't you attend Jeejaji's call yesterday?"

"I was in college, putting my mobile on silent mode"

"You should have told me"

"I didn't check my WhatsApp. So, I didn't see the missed call"

"Talk to him" Anjali extended the phone to her.

"Turn on the speaker, Di"

Of course, Shyam heard it.

"Oh... fooo... this girl..."

Anjali turned the speaker on.

"Turned the speaker on. Talk to him"

"How are you Khushi?" Shyam asked.

"I'm fine. Shalu, take the ball..." Khushi talked while playing with Shali.

"Your convocation over?"

"Yeah. Shalu baby, throw the ball"

"What gift do you want?"

"Shalu, baby, say what you want. Papa is asking you"

"I'm asking you, Khushi"

"I don't want anything..."

She stood.

"Shalu, let's go..." Khushi walked out.

"They fled..." Anjali laughed. They keep talking. Khushi didn't enter the room until Khushi disconnected the call.

Anjali came out of the room excitedly.

"Khushi, Shyamji is coming next month" Anjali hugged them together happily.

Khushi became horrified, hearing that. Shyam was coming. She gulped down hard. She clutched Anjali's shoulder in fear.

Shyam was so good when he got married to Anjali. It was Khushi who passed the letter to Shyam and Anjali when they were in love with each other. Shyam went to Kuwait to get settled because he wanted to marry Anjali.

That's when Anjali and Khushi's father passed away of a heart attack. Shyam came to India and got married to Anjali. He went back to Kuwait leaving Anjali with Khushi as Khushi was doing her eleventh that time. Shyam loved Anjali so much. He visited India for two years once. But he came to India when Shali was born. That was the time, his LOOK towards Khushi changed. She entered college at that time. Her NEW look changed his mind completely. His way of talking with Khushi changed. At first, Khushi didn't take it seriously because he was so jovial with her from the beginning. But at some point, she sensed his eyes wandering on her. She got relieved as he went back to Kuwait again. But, unusually, Shyam visited India within the next six months. He came to Khushi's college to pick her up. He was the one who always dropped her in college every day. He found silly excuses to touch her. Khushi felt like she was sitting on the fire. She could not tell Anjali about Shyam. She knew how deeply Anjali loved Shyam. She could not ruin her sister's happiness. She just could not. Now, Shyam was coming. She had to find a solution to this problem. She wanted to save her sister's life. Anjali will die if she got to know about her husband's cheap behavior. As of now, she didn't know how to handle the problem.

The next day

Khushi was riding the cycle thinking about Shyam. She didn't even sense that she came near the same musical house. She stopped the cycle putting the break as a car came out of the house. She saw a charming guy sitting in the car. Something kicked in her brain. She kept the cycle blocking the car's way and rushed to the car person.

She tapped the glass window, folding her lips. The guy lowered the window glass.

"Take your cycle aside," he said rigidly.

"I will... before that, tell me you are the owner of the pleasant music"

The guy shrank his eyes.

"I said take your cycle," he said gritting his teeth.

"Won't you tell me? Whoever the owner is, tell him or her that the music was soooooooo heart-warming"

That's when someone said from behind,

"Hey girl, he is Arnav Singh Raizada, the music director," someone said.

Khushi widened her eyes hearing that. She looked at Arnav dropping her jaw.

"Ar....e yo...u Arnaaaav...Singhhhh...Raizada?"

Arnav looked at her sternly.

"You are so good, sir... I'm your biggest fan. I love your music very much. You are a genius... you are..."

Starting the car, Arnav moved to bang on her cycle without caring about anything, leaving horrible Khushi.

To be continued...