Do you like reading Second Chances in Love. If yes, my next book is for you.
I have just written the first chapter, and sharing it with you. However, it’s not a complete chapter, but a tiny excerpt.
Hope you like it. The book is yet not titled, so I’m not writing the title here.
Untitled (Work In Progress)
Self-pride washed over me as I stood in front of the Shanbagh Palace. The magnificent building boasted months of hard work and labor me and my team put in renovating the old monument, and now it was ready to host its first wedding.
I bought Shanbagh two months after returning to my hometown of Awadh from Mumbai where I studied and worked in an IT Firm. Scars of failed relationship would have broken me apart had I not known of my pregnancy.
“Momma, we’re getting late for school.” Pari’s thin voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah, I’m coming dear.” I wiped my eyes and descended the porch stairs to reach my baby doll.
Dropping my daughter school and then coming back to Shanbagh to carry out renovation activities had been my routine for the past one year. No ifs and buts. But, that day was different because Shanbagh was going to host its first wedding after facing decades of neglect and abandonment.
If everything goes by the plan, the old harbor will regain its glory while we can have a dependable source of income.
I didn’t buy Shanbagh just to convert it into a wedding house but because of the connection, I felt with the old harbor. The strength and positivity the massive building reflected had carved an everlasting impression. I used to visit the ancient house of the Nawabs of Awadh during my childhood and teen years. One of my aunts married a Nawab, and they used to live there. They had a large family of brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, nieces, and nephews.
My summers were always full of activities, playing in the green lush lawns of the palace with kids of my age, sons and daughters of my aunt’s extended family.
Years passed. The old ones died. The young ones migrated to big cities. And, the building grew old with no one to take care of the ancient memories. Memories that filled the rustic air of the Shanbagh Palace.
I walked out of my office to reach the green lawns of the building where folks were busy decorating the altar. Several white-clothed golden ribbon chairs graced the front garden, morning sun beaming over the dewy petals of bushes and shrub.
Hey, what’s this? I felt the feathery sensation on my open toe ballerinas only to find a white furry cat purring next to me on the ground.
“Oh! Baby.” I picked up the cute cat and caressed her in my arms.
“Maggie.” A thick voice echoed in the fragrant morning air, and the cat jumped out of my lap and ran down the walkway.
“Hey stop! Stop there! It’s not safe.” The poor cat was going to touch the electric circuit when I grabbed her but lost my balance in saving the cat’s life. A generous splatter of water, and the next moment I was in the water pond.
“Can I help you.” A deep voice again hit my senses bringing me back to present. A strong hand stretched for me. I looked up. The owner of the hand had the same set of light brown eyes.
“How are you?” He asked as he pulled me out of the water.
“How come you are here?” My voice shook. I avoided his stare on my wet clothes clinging to the curves of my body.
“I should be asking this, shouldn’t I?” The teasing sound of his snickers brought a surge of heat. It was like my cold body had been put on fire. I hated his voice, his eyes, his smile because it reminds me of someone who broke my heart who cheated on me.
“What do you want now?”
“Well, It seems I was misinformed about the palace being renovated into a wedding house. I think I should’ve done my homework before dropping in. Anyways, gotta go now.”
“You aren’t misinformed, Mister. Shanbagh Palace is accepting clients for weddings and other family get-togethers.”
“Is it? Can I meet someone who can provide me with the details.”
“Yeah, of course, please go straight and take left. There’s a front office. You can get the details from there.”
“Thanks, Pink.” As he called me Pink, I couldn’t stop myself looking into his eyes. My heart galloped, it pounded against my chest. It felt as if someone had dug out a deep buried desire within me.
“I need to look out for my cat first. Thanks for saving her.”
“It’s okay.” My voice wobbled in my throat as I collected myself together and turned my back to him.
****End of the Excerpt
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