Description
It was a nice but small and remote village, situated just below the feet of the great Himalaya, untouched and spoilt by both vices and virtues of outside modern world, and the village itself was self-reliant and autarky with a very closely knitted community. It has its own set of rules, cultures and traditions; descendents from two main founding fathers lived together on each side of the river; and they did survive entirely on their own self-harnessed skills, well-thought-out rules and sheer ingenuity with a bit of luck. It did actually flourish by its own for more than hundred years without any helps or interventions from the outside and that itself was a miracle in its own merit. JJ was a naïve, self-centered and a spoilt son of the village chief, his family had been ruling the village for the last four generations and he was destined to be the next village chief after his father. Despite the seriousness and importance of his future role, the last thing he had in mind was to worry about his future responsibility, and somehow ended up wasting his entire youth by doing nothing good or useful at all. Baadal was a kind, disciplined and a very beautiful young woman; she was the only daughter of the first family from the other side of the river, and was married to JJ as prearranged when they reached adulthood. She was also a strong, intelligent and a very responsible person; she always did her best to fulfill her duties; and no matter what life had thrown at her, she took it on the chin and tried to carry on living with dignity.
CHAPTER ONE
