Bride of Sheesh Mahal - Season 3 - Prologue

Bride of Sheesh Mahal 3

The Night of Shadows

Prologue

The whispers of a woman chanting some mantras echoes in my ears. It’s been a routine now since this dream keeps recurring every night when I am asleep. Is this even a dream? I don’t think so anymore. I am confident it’s more than that. Just like a sign that I am somehow connected to these whispers or the women who’s chanting these mantras.

My alarm rings and my eyes open, and these whispers are gone. I stretch on my little bed, pushing away the mosquito net and touch my feet to the ground. New day!! New beginnings. I am told the Raizada family are coming to the temple, to perform the biggest Puja, like they do once every decade and I have to make sure everything is prepared. I get to the small table at the corner of my room where the Idol of Devi Maiyaa shines bright as the beam of sunlight falls on it. Folding my palms and closing my eyes, I pray for a long two minutes before heading for a shower.

Dad’s awake and fully ready to leave for the temple by the time I make tea for him.

“Babuji, your chai (tea)”

He happily pats my head before taking the cup of tea and sipping it red hot.

“Careful” I shout as he burns his tongue.

“I don’t have time to be careful. The Raizadas will reach the temple in an hour. I have to be there to welcome them.”

I nod. Dad is the manager of the temple which comes under one of the charitable trust which the Raizadas run. He’s got this job recently after he retired from the Toy factory work where he has slogged for almost two decades. I love my father. Despite being poor he has given me a good life, education and a reason to live with dignity. I want to make him equally proud and hopefully the way I am coordinating the duties as an accountant of the Raizadas charitable trust, I am sure he will be proud one day. I haven’t really met anyone from the Raizadas so far despite working for them because they are too rich people to even think of meeting face to face with every single employee who work for them. They do business throughout this country but their present generation has no interest in settling down in India. They all stay abroad and come every once a decade to attend this MahaPuja which they perform in this temple whose rituals goes on for almost the whole day.

“Khushi, don’t forget you too have to attend the Puja,” Dad reminds.

“Of course, Babuji. How can I miss such an auspicious puja of Devi Maiyaa?”

That’s true. For this one Maha Puja the Raizadas spend lakhs of rupees in all the rituals and the sacrifices that they need to offer to Devi Maiyaa. Wish people like them knew God doesn’t see the money his devotee offers but his kind heart.

“Wear your special Red Salwar Suit,” Dad adds before taking the keys of his scooter. “It looks good on you.”

I roll my eyes knowing exactly why he wants me to wear that one. Dad is very keen on getting me married but I have strictly denied. I don’t want marriage. I want to stay single and dedicate my entire life as a pure devotee of Devi Maiyaa. But only if dad would allow me.

“That suit doesn’t fit me anymore. It’s a bit tight.” I lie. “I will wear the yellow one..”

Dad hurries out and I follow him. He kicks his scooter which doesn’t start at the first kick.

“You gave me that excuse already last month. Find another excuse because I have altered that red dress from your tailor. It should fit you now.”

“Babuji?” My jaw drops. He gives me the most pleasing smile and all my anger vanishes. I wave at him until he is no longer visible in the lane of laxmi nagar and then get back in the house. I have two hours to get ready, head to the Raizada Charitable Trust office to check a few more accounts and then reach the temple to attend the Maha Puja. I have heard this time the whole of Raizada family, including their eldest grandson Arnav Singh Raizada is going to be a part of this event today and that’s not the only reason why he is coming here. His family is here to show him a few prospective brides and he has to pick one of them to make her permanent.

To be Continued.

NEXT PART

Note: Okay. So here it is!! The Bride of Sheesh Mahal Season 3 is finally here. How will the touch-me-not Devi Maiyaa devotee Khushi Gupta fall in the trap of the most adorable hunk of the Raizada family? Whose whispers haunt Khushi every night and what are they trying to tell her? Stay tuned for this Romantic Horror Fiction to unravel its mysteries.

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What are your expectations from - FORBIDDEN?

Hello Friends,

As you all know my Upcoming Novel - FORBIDDEN which is based on the plot which I had once in a fan fiction (FORCIBLY YOURS - SEASON 2) during my times in India forums, is going to release in November. I could never complete that FF as I had to delete all my old works, so this plot always loomed in my head and hence I came up with this book having even more interesting Characters, storyline and twists.

I am so hooked creating video reels for this one on my Instagram account that I cannot tell how much I love doing. Even got messages from a few readers who are nagging me to publish this book this month if possible. So the hype is already there but I wanted to know from you all what are your expectations from this Book?

Every time we pick a book to read or wait in anticipation for a book to release soon, we all have some expectations from it. Share your thoughts on what you want to read in terms of the leads chemistry? Any specific scene you have in mind all these times which you might like to read in a book like this one? What will interest you more? Emotions, Great Supporting characters, crazy twists, Pin-pull-push between the leads, passion, obsession... and the list goes on...

Click on the Images below to watch the Video Reels (Trailers) of this Book. My Favorite of all is the first two... LOL 

FORBIDDEN

Standalone Enemies to Lovers Romance

Jhanvi Sikand
I was supposed to marry my childhood friend Mohit Raichand. Call it fate or destiny, I tied the knot with the Forbidden Heir of the Raichand family – Aarav Raichand, instead. I knew nothing about him except that he used me as a pawn to start a war to snatch from the Raichands what was legally his.


Aarav Raichand
Despite being the firstborn in the Raichand family, they forbade me from the rights and tags I should legally own. My father was secretly married to my mother, his middle-class lady love. Yet my egoistic grandmother got him re-married to another woman from her rich circle. She considers their offspring, Mohit Raichand, as the true heir of the family now. I would have ignored it all had her actions not taken my mother’s life. I pledged on my mother’s grave to crush the ego of my grandmother and snatch what is rightfully mine, including the woman she was getting Mohit married to.


A Fight for dominance altered to War for Love. One war, Three Lives, Only Two could survive.

Book Releasing in November 2021.