Hello my dears. Reposting the first two chapters as I am not able to edit the old thread for some reason! Here comes the next FF in the series. To those who missed the earlier TS -, this is Anjali's story. The same Anjali, who was a mother to her orphaned brother.

The same Anjali, who kept the family of temperamental Raizadas together for years until Khushi and Payal joined her. The same Anjali, who inspite of losing her parents, her husband and her unborn child, still manages to be the loving, cheerful, bubbly woman who hides a spine of steel in her gentle demeanor. The same Anjali who people tend to forget, is first and foremost, a Raizada, Arnav Singh Raizada's older sister, and can the apple have fallen far from the tree? In this case, she's the one who brought up the young man who's famous as ASR.

She is Anjali Singh Raizada, and woe betide anyone who makes the mistake of forgetting that! Parts 1,2 & 3 - below Part 4 - Pg 2 Part 5 - Pg 6 Part 6 - Pg 9 Part 7 - Pg 11 Part 8 - Pg 13 Part 9 - Pg 15 Part 10 - Pg 18 26. Tujhpe Kurbaan Dil. Part 1 Meri aakhon mein tu muskuraayen Meri dhadkan pe hain tere saayein Poojti hain nazar tujhko aathon peher Kaun tere siva yaad aye Zindagi pe karam tujhse Har khushi har gham tujhse Vaadein aur kasam tujhse Har khushi har gham tujhse Zindagi pe karam tujhse Har khushi har gham tujhse Anjali's clear, soothing voice drifting up the stairs was what woke Arnav on a cold January morning. Opening his eyes with a soft smile, as memories and images from hundreds of similar mornings flowed into his mind, he got up, his eyes immediately searching for his wife. The sound of the shower letting him know where she was, he flicked a glance towards the bed-side clock. It was still very early, not the usual time that he woke up.

Tujhpe dil Qurbaan (an expression which means you mean a great deal to me and I can do anything for you),a serial set against the Indian Army backdro.

Part 2 'Di!Di!Kahaan ho aap?' , Khushi ran down the stairs, with her cellphone plastered against her ear, as she looked around frantically for Anjali. Not spotting her anywhere, she tunred to run down the corridor, only to see Anjali come rushing out of the library, a few files clutched close, her cellphone held tight in her hand, a broad grin splitting her face.

Before she could utter a word, Khushi spoke up, 'Ji, Sir, ek minute hold keejiye, hum aapko Ms. Raizada se baat karvaate hain. Iso Ratings Missouri Communities In School.  Saare scheduling aur agreement ke baatein who hi handle karti hain', before promptly handing the phone to a gob-smacked Anjali, who mouthed 'Kaun' to Khushi, only to have her shake her head and do an on-the-spot jig in her excitement. Aftersending Arnav off to office, Khushi was busy straightening up their room and getting ready for her day at Pratheeksha when her phone had rung. Pre-occupied in planning the menu for the day's function, it had taken her a moment to recognise that the voice speaking over phone was Mr. Goyal, one of the biggest industrialists in town, and an important client of the ARH, what with his corporate account being managed by ARH for over five years. And at his jolly booming voice informing her that he had decided that he wanted 'Annapoorna', of which he had been hearing rave reviews to cater his upcoming annual charity ball, Khushi had fairly jumped out of her skin, and barely managing to piece together a coherent sentence about Anjali being the one handling the scheduling, had run downstairs. Having attended his ball the past year, she knew what a grand function it was, and what a coup it would be if Annapoorna could carry it off successfully. the publicity from that one event would keep them booked through the year!