Guys, check this Sneak Peek2 from Prequel to Anaisha's story of Anahita Devi. I am currently writing the book and need your motivation *Lots of Love* *Hugs and Kisses*

Suna suna lamha lamha meri raahe tanha tanha

Aakar mujhe tum tham lo manjil teri dekhe rasta

Mud ke jara abb dekh lo aisa milan phir ho na ho

Sab kuchh mera tum hi toh ho

  - Bepanah Pyaar- Krishna Cottage

The sound of her anklet resonated through the long hallway and tall pillars of the British-era mansion. The crepe curtains at times brushed against her on her way. As she approached the main door, her hair came loose, cascading down till her waist. Just then, a shadow of a person appeared, of a man holding a suitcase. Anahita was at high speed, and in the struggle of stopping herself, her Jhuti tangled with her flowing mustard yellow long skirt, and she tripped.

To halt her fall, she grabbed one of the white crepe curtains. It tore with a screech, and she fell face front over the person. He didn't know what had hit him, but it was someone soft and petite. Together they fell. Her bag and his luggage flew in the opposite direction and the curtain landed over them.

Anahita propped herself with her palms and looked at the man crushed under her; it was unclear as her flowing lustrous hair carpeted their faces. He tried to push away her hair, but his fingers got tangled instead. She blinked at him, making out only a little of his features. Some butlers arrived, and it was then she snapped from her trance.

The man gently moved, and she shifted off him. Then, they moved the curtain from themselves.

"Who?" he paused to spit hair strands from his mouth.

"Sorry, I am Ana—" She stilled looking at him. He was someone she had seen only once seen when she was young, and he was too

Jannatein agar yahin

Tu dikhe kyun nahin

Chaand suraj sabhi hai yahaan

Intezar tera sadiyon se kar raha

Pyaasi baithi hai kab se yahaan.                                                                                                      - Humari Adhuri Kahani

Anahita Devi had sneaked one of her favorite photographs from the suitcase. She pulled it out from under her pillow and stared at it, lovingly caressing it,

- "Even if it has been years since I haven't looked at your photos or physically gone through our memories, there wasn't a moment in my life that I didn't think of you. Not a moment,"- She drew in a sharp breath, - "passed without loving you. You were right, I am obsessed with you. But what is love without Junoon, right."- She chuckled sadly, - "But now, strangely, I wish—I wish I was with you. Away from all this—zoned out with you, like before. Like always."- She paused, pressing her trembling lips together, - "I—lo—love you. I love you very much—"

Rang thhe, noor tha

Jab kareeb tu tha

Ek jannat sa tha, yeh jahaan

Waqt ki ret pe kuch mere naam sa

Likh ke chhod gaya tu kahaan

Anahita ran as fast as she could, thankfully, no anklets to make crazy sounds. Outside at the driveway, an olive-green fiat car waited for her. As she approached the car, Anahita could make out the driver at the front was about to strike the horn again. She reached on time, held the handle to the passenger side, and pulled it open.

"Nausheen, your driver is away too impatient." She struggled to catch up with her breath.

"Yes, Ma'am, I am." The man in the driver's seat replied instead. Anahita forgot to breathe for a second, her eyes widened as she gazed at the man. He was facing her and grinning at her. All she could focus on were the dimples on both his cheeks. He was friendlier than yesterday. She stared aghast at her friend, who shrugged at her.

Aasmaan ko zameen, ye zaroori nahi

Jaa mile... jaa mile

Ishq saccha wahi

Jisko milti nahi manzilein... 

Anahita Devi walked into her room with a butler and gestured him to open the wardrobe, which he did. Then, with her walking stick, she tapped on the few suitcases in the lowest rack of the cupboard. He removed it and deep inside there was a cobweb-covered suitcase. The butler pulled it out and cleaned it, then placed it on the posh bed.

Anahita Devi asked him to leave. After he walked out, she closed and locked the door. Slowly, she limped towards the bed and sat on the velvety bed. Her hands trembled as she unzipped the bag and flipped it open. She coughed because of the dust.

After a moment, she dipped her hands inside and pulled out a leather diary. Her wrinkled hands still trembled as she gently opened them. As soon as she opened it, a few photographs fell from inside. Looking at it, even one glance, after what seemed like an eternity, made her break down and she silently sobbed.

Khushbuon se teri yunhi takra gaye

Chalte chalte dekho na hum kahaan aa gaye

"Good morning, Dadisa." Hasan called and she turned around. He folded his hands and greeted her.

"Morning." She huffed, adjusting her expressions. Hasan walked towards her and bent his head a little. She eyed him for a moment before running a hand over his hair.

"God bless you."

"Thank you, Dadisa." Hasan placed his hand over his chest and smiled warmly at her. Though, she frowned his gesture and sweetness in his voice kind of softened her heart. He seemed like a polite gentleman.

"Um, Dadisa, is that Dadasa?" Hasan pointed at the portrait.

She turned around and exhaled deeply, - "Yes, Abhaiveer Singhaniya."

"Wow! Majestic name."

"His personality and aura commanded respect. After years and years of hard work he has established us, Singhaniya's as a family outside the shadow of his zamindar family."- She threw him a look, then turned back to the Portrait. Hasan noticed a tinge of sadness in her eyes.

He inhaled deeply, - "You must miss him."

Anahita Devi looked at him again, - "I had huge respect for him, and I still do. He was more than a husband for me."

Hasan smiled to himself, - "It is so touching to realize the kind of love you and he shared."

Dadisa looked sharply at him, eyeing him. His smile vanished.

"Yes, we loved each other,"- she sighed, - "But I couldn't love him the way he loved me, selflessly and—it is hard to find a man without an ego especially after knowing about his wife—" Anahita Devi stopped talking instantly. She cleared her throat and straightened, after a moment of a thought she spoke again, - "I remember it clearly, he had said to me, on his death bed, to never let our reputation get tarnished. Ever. And I will go to any lengths just to keep his words."

Hey, my lovelies, How is the sneak-peek to the Prequel? Hope I haven't given off too much *zips mouth* 

It contains scenes from the Prequel as well as excerpts from this book. I tried to control my excitement, but I simply had to do this comparison to bring out the emotion. *Fingers crossed*

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