One love: James & Priya

theorangejello

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PROLOGUE​

Sometimes, love stories never end. Here's a story of a boy and girl, so diffrent with their personality, their caste, their race, their color...the only thing that ties them, is a love so deep it's hard for them break apart. When one dies, the other falls sick, when one is reborn the other is on the path. They have been seperated for a long time...now it's the time for them to be reunited.

JAMES
Jan 1990
A young lady bent over in pain, her husband was trying to make their limo driver, drive faster and faster...but no luck. They were stuck in traffic.
" OH LORD! GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME!"
The man wiped his forehead, and then his wife's
" It's going to be okay honey, okay...we'll...we'll get there, just hold on."
" HOLD ON! I'm about to have a baby!" The man sighed, it was his first child and the doctor had not been available, and now his wife was ready to give birth in the car.
"We're here" the man looked up at his driver, he was right, they were there and before he could say thank you a burly looking nurse with a stern expression appeared.
" Come on now! you're due in any moment" . They rushed the young women into the maternity ward and the man sat next to his wife taking deep breaths similtenously with her. His clear blue eyes pierced throught the floor and he ran his pale hand through his dark blonde hair.
An hour later, he was holding his first child, a baby boy, who they had just christined James.
James had his father's blue eyes, his mother's small nose and his hair was dark as the night sky.

Feb 1992
Ten young boys -the oldest being 12 and the youngest 2- stood in age order in front of their father.
The oldest boy stepped forward
" Is mother at the hospital father?"
" Yes, and as you all know, we are having a girl..thus some change-" but before he could finish his sentence, a servant ran in, screaming
" THE MISTRESS IS ON THE DEATH BED! run master to the hospital she's calling you"
The boys turned stiff and looked at their father, the youngest wailed
" mama?"
The man sent the boys of too bed and rushed...
but he was too late, when he reached, his wife had past away.
" I'm sorry Mr. Sharma. your wife's blood pressure got to high, she was not able to handle this birth...here's your daugther" The nurse seemed cold, after she handed him his daughter and allowed him to look at his wife, she muttered
" It doesn't matter, that's just the shell now"
Mr. Sharma, wasn't sure that was he going to love his daughter, but when he saw her, small tears formed in his eyes..she was perfect, his little Priya and no force in the world was going to hurt her.

a/n: im writing this alogn with the tdl story, because this is a story that has been in my mind forever.
and i needed to get it out.
hope you guys enjoy it.
 
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no one? at all..no comments..
I'll stop writing, Tdl story,...because i'm actually more serious about this right now
and I'm even more serious about my novel.
:(
 
theorangejello said:
PROLOGUE​

Sometimes, love stories never end. Here's a story of a boy and girl, so diffrent with their personality, their caste, their race, their color...the only thing that ties them, is a love so deep it's hard for them break apart. When one dies, the other falls sick, when one is reborn the other is on the path. They have been seperated for a long time...now it's the time for them to be reunited.

JAMES
Jan 1990
A young lady bent over in pain, her husband was trying to make their limo driver, drive faster and faster...but no luck. They were stuck in traffic.
" OH LORD! GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME!"
The man wiped his forehead, and then his wife's
" It's going to be okay honey, okay...we'll...we'll get there, just hold on."
" HOLD ON! I'm about to have a baby!" The man sighed, it was his first child and the doctor had not been available, and now his wife was ready to give birth in the car.
"We're here" the man looked up at his driver, he was right, they were there and before he could say thank you a burly looking nurse with a stern expression appeared.
" Come on now! you're due in any moment" . They rushed the young women into the maternity ward and the man sat next to his wife taking deep breaths similtenously with her. His clear blue eyes pierced throught the floor and he ran his pale hand through his dark blonde hair.
An hour later, he was holding his first child, a baby boy, who they had just christined James.
James had his father's blue eyes, his mother's small nose and his hair was dark as the night sky.

Feb 1992
Ten young boys -the oldest being 12 and the youngest 2- stood in age order in front of their father.
The oldest boy stepped forward
" Is mother at the hospital father?"
" Yes, and as you all know, we are having a girl..thus some change-" but before he could finish his sentence, a servant ran in, screaming
" THE MISTRESS IS ON THE DEATH BED! run master to the hospital she's calling you"
The boys turned stiff and looked at their father, the youngest wailed
" mama?"
The man sent the boys of too bed and rushed...
but he was too late, when he reached, his wife had past away.
" I'm sorry Mr. Sharma. your wife's blood pressure got to high, she was not able to handle this birth...here's your daugther" The nurse seemed cold, after she handed him his daughter and allowed him to look at his wife, she muttered
" It doesn't matter, that's just the shell now"
Mr. Sharma, wasn't sure that was he going to love his daughter, but when he saw her, small tears formed in his eyes..she was perfect, his little Priya and no force in the world was going to hurt her.

a/n: im writing this alogn with the tdl story, because this is a story that has been in my mind forever.
and i needed to get it out.
hope you guys enjoy it.
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WOW. now i can't beieve no-one has commented.

please write more es ist so sehr gut. lawl.



YOU SHOUL.D ALL BE ASHAMED. BLIMEY
 
= even though no one is reading this...or actually commenting..i'm still going to write -

Chapter one: Priya

The house was located in Gladwyne, Pennsylvania; it was a 10-bedroom house with four full baths and seven powder rooms. The back yard consisted of a tennis court, a cricket court and a pool. The rooms filled with fine exquisite paintings and rich, almost tasteless furniture, and in the second bedroom, on the third floor landing, on the right, slept a girl.
She was well tucked into her blanket, her floor neatly kept and her curtains slightly opened. Her hair fell gently over her eyes, her head lay over arm that stretched over a fluffy pillow. The sunlight, danced playfully over her white blanket, covered with roses, and the Mahoney bed. Her cupboard lay open though, with heaps of dresses, from long, rich langhas to flowing ball gowns and on the floor, high heel shoes and on her bed stand a picture of a gorgeous lady on her wedding day.
There was no sound in the room apart from the clock - tick tock, tick tock tick tock.
Until, her alarm rang, and that was when Priya Sharma's wonderful little life became hectic.
" OH!!!" shutting off the alarm, she tried to go back to sleep, but the curtains were opened fully and the sunlight was know shining right into her eyes. She tried to burrow her face into her pillow, but instead found her self choking, gasping for breath, she tried to pull her blanket over her head, but found that too hot, thus finally giving up, stared at her ceiling.
Someone knocked on the door, and then entered, her father. He was already dressed, wearing his business suite; he had peppered grey hair, a strong jaw and tiny brown eyes, which almost disappeared into his face.
" Priya beta, come on get up"
" But papa, it's only ...Saturday"
" Your interview is today, I want you up in two seconds and hitting the shower young lady"
The girls heart skipped a beat, uh oh, how could she have forgotten? Leaping out of her bed, she grabbed her towel, her robe, and her undergarments and ran down the hall to the nearest bathroom.
Finally an hour later, Priya, her father and her brother Kal were sitting in their Mercedes waiting for the driver.
 
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Chapter 1 cont. Priya

her heart was skipping beats as she seated her self between Kal and her father. Her oldest brother and his wife waved from the upstairs balcony and her heart stopped skipping beats, but she was excited and nervous and the butterflies in her stomach were dancing and dancing and dancing. She was on her way to be interviewed for a chance to attend St. Jude's school for boys and now girls, in the uppermost part of New York City. St. Jude's for fifty years had been an all boy school, until a new law was passed and girls were started to be admitted. Priya was one of the few girls chosen to be interviewed for a chance to enter, as it was her own eleven brothers had all attended.
" Calm yourself Priya" Her father was already into his newspaper, his feet resting on the foot stool and his seat reclined.

" But, Papa, what if ...what if..what if they don't like me?"

Her brother, who had been fixing his tie, laughed, "Why wouldn't they, for god's sake Pri, you'll get into the school. I'm sure Mr. W won't kill you"

" But but, I'm one of the first girls at that...i mean your school Kal..I"

" Priya bheta, do you believe you can conduct a straightforward and respectful interview?"

"Yes, Papa...but..."

"Then stop worrying and practice your answers with your brother"
Priya grunted, folded her arms and turned towards her brother, who had already put on his I-pod and was looking of the window.
Priya grunted again, Kal had always been her favorite brother, she had always been the closest to him, but sometimes, Kal wasn't the best person for a conversation. She wasn't sure why he had to come along anyway and her mind drifted off to mentally recalling all her brothers name, her biggest fear was that one day, one of her older brothers would come to her and she would call him by the wrong name, even though Kal assured her, nothing of a sort could happen.
There was from oldest to youngest : Arjun, Krishna, Bharat,
Ram, Lakshman, Shupramanu,
Sanjay, Rahul, Rohit,
Kumar, Kal and finally Priya.

The car came to an halting stop and she could now feel her heartbeat rising. They were here, this was it... life or death.
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...WOOT AND UPDATE.
p.s the names are arranged in pairs of three for a reason
it's much easier to count how many children there are then. :D
 
Nice..as usual.
I few minor spelling errors in grammar, but that is to be expected.
Glad to see more of this up and can't wait for more.
 
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