Draft

This is my first time writing any novel so please forgive me for my silly mistakes thank you so much



Main lead : Rudraksh vardaan singh Suryavanshi ( but in starting it's Rishi )

Age: 40 (not real)

FAMILY : Mother - Maya

               Father - Ashok

               Brother - Raghav (42 married)

               Sister in law - Priya



Female Lead : Noor Dikshit

Age : 21

College student

Had a boyfriend

FAMILY: Mother - Partibha

              Father - Aman

              Brother - Lakshya

               Friend - Roohanika Devedi

"Arre yaar, mumma, yahan net bhi theek se nahi aa raha," Noor muttered, walking in circles with her phone raised.

(Oh god mummy there is no net)

"Toh beta, kuch din bina net ke reh lo," her mother, Partibha, laughed.

(So dear, stay without internet for a few days)

"Pata nahi kis zamaane ke gaon mein le aayi ho. Yahan kon hi rehta hoga?" Noor grumbled.

(I don’t know which era’s village you’ve brought me to. Who even lives here?)

"Yahan bhi insaan hi rehte hain, maharani," Partibha shot back.

"Zyada nakhre mat dikhao, bag uthao aur chalo."

(People live here too, princess. Don’t show tantrums, pick up your bag and come.)

"Namaste, chachi ji!" A young boy, maybe seventeen, ran forward, smiling. (Greetings, aunt)

"Arre Shankar! Itna bada ho gaya beta! Pichli baar toh itna sa tha." Partibha gestured with her hand, laughing.

(Oh Shankar! You’ve grown so big! Last time you were this small.)

Shankar bent to touch her feet, then looked toward Noor.

"Hey," Noor said quickly, waving instead.

"Dekha? Ye hai humare sheher ki bachi – 'hey' bol rahi hai," Partibha teased, tapping Noor's head.

(See? This is our city girl — she’s saying “hey”)

"Mumma, behave please," Noor sighed.

"Aaiye, gadi wahan hai," Shanskar said politely, leading them toward a decorated jeep.

(Please come, the car is there)

The moment the car stopped outside the house, the house wasn't huge, but it had warmth. Yellow marigold garlands hung from the low mud walls, and fairy lights blinked softly around the wooden doors. The courtyard floor was freshly swept, the faint smell of wet mud still in the air. A few kids ran past carrying plates of sweets, their laughter echoing through the narrow lanes.

Inside, the rooms were small – two on each side, with an open verandah in the middle. The whitewashed walls were decorated with old family photos and bright red cloth hangings. A ceiling fan whirred lazily above as Partibha and Noor placed their bags near the charpoy.

"Bas itna hi ghar hai?" Noor whispered, looking around curiously.

(Such a small house..)

"Chhota zaroor hai, par dil bada hai logon ka," Partibha smiled, untying her dupatta.

(It is small, but people’s hearts are big)

They freshened up with cold water from a steel jug, the scent of sandalwood and neem soap lingering in the air. As dusk settled, the village slowly turned golden – the lights outside flickering to life, the hum of a generator starting somewhere nearby.

By nightfall, the courtyard had transformed. The women sat in a circle on the terrace, their voices rising and falling like music – gossiping, laughing, singing old wedding songs. The glow of the fairy lights reflected on their faces, and the air carried the aroma of puris, jalebi, and rose petals from the decorations below.

In one corner, Noor scrolled through her phone, trying to find a signal, the light of the screen flickering against her tired face.

Gaon ke bade zamindar se shaadi tay hui hai humari Laxmi ki," Kusha told Partibha proudly.

(Our Laxmi's marriage has been fixed with the big landlord of the village)

"Hamari Laxmi hai hi itni sundar," Partibha smiled, cupping the glowing bride's cheek.

(Our Laxmi is indeed so beautiful)

"Haan, gaon ki sabse gori-chitti ladki hai," another woman added.

(Yes, she is the fairest girl in the village)

Meanwhile, Noor sat at the corner, scrolling through her phone, half-listening.

"Bitiya, apne chehre pe dahi-besan lagaya karo. Ye daane theek ho jaayenge," one woman said kindly. (Dear, apply curd and gram flour on your face. These pimples will go away)

"Nahi, aunty, ye hormonal acne hai. Dahi-besan se nahi jaate," Noor replied with a small smile. (No aunty, this is hormonal acne. It doesn't go away with curd and gram flour)

"aein?" the lady blinked.

(What?)

"Woh... mujhe PCOD hai, toh uski wajah se-"

(Well... I have PCOD, so because of that-)

"Arey arey, ye sab kuch nahi hota!" another woman interrupted, waving her hand dismissively.

(Oh no no, nothing like this happens!)

Noor smiled awkwardly, the corners of her mouth twitching before she quietly got up. She walked toward the balcony, her slippers brushing against the cool, uneven floor. Outside, the night had settled softly over the village. The houses glowed faintly with oil lamps, their golden light flickering like tiny stars scattered acrossthe darkness. A few distant sounds drifted in - laughter, a harmonium playing somewhere far away, and the hum of crickets. The whole scene looked straight out of an old film.

After a while, Laxmi came and stood beside her. Noor glanced sideways but didn't say anything. Laxmi looked at her - so Noor looked back. They both smiled, an unspoken warmth passing between them.

"Gaon pasand aaya?" Laxmi asked gently. (Did you like the village?)

"Abhi toh aayi hoon," Noor replied with a light shrug. (I've just arrived)

"Tab bhi... abhi tak kaisa laga?" Laxmi pressed on, curious.

(Still... how does it feel so far?)

"Theek-thaak... matlab ek do din ke liye theek hai," Noor said, chuckling. "You know, digital detox ho jaayega."

(It's okay... I mean it's fine for a day or two... You know, it will be a digital detox)

Laxmi smiled faintly, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

"Waise tum batao, kal tumhari shaadi hai... kaisi feeling aa rahi hai?" Noor asked, turning toward her. (By the way you tell me, your wedding is tomorrow... how are you feeling?)

Laxmi's smile vanished completely. "Theek hi hai," she murmured.

(It's fine)

"Kya hua?" Noor asked, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

(What happened?)

"Kuch nahi..." Laxmi muttered and walked away, her steps slow but determined.

(Nothing...).

For a moment, Noor watched her go, concern flickering in her eyes.

"Shaadi hai... thodi ghabrahat toh banti hai," she whispered to herself, before turning back to the night view.

(It's a wedding... some nervousness is natural)

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