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A/N: I've decided to abandom Gone with the Pind mostly because it is confusing to rename all the Characters for the readers as well as me. However a review from Deep Forest Green made me think.

This is her review:

"This is a very interesting take on the first chapter! I loved the way you played with the names, especially "Santa" for Stuart and "Indira" for India, but you didn't make them too blatantly obvious, so I still had to think. You had me laughing out loud! I regret that I don't know more about Indian history and culture and so can't fully enjoy it. The only thing I thought could have made this story better is if you maybe set it in a similar era to GWTW, during the Raj, and the main characters were native Indians fighting the occupying British. I could really picture Scarlett as a sassy Indian girl living the high life during the Raj."

And it had me thinking. Of-course at the moment I saw a lot of issues in this, like Hindu's burn their widows with their dead, and Muslim's can have more than one wife (Ashley would have both Scarlett and Melanie isn't that neat). But I think the most important issue is the Pardah system, where the women couldn't show their faces to outsiders: So no Rhett seeing Scarlett, let alone meeting and interacting with her.

Having said that, I think I've come across a solution: to all of the above and the confusing alternate names. So then here goes a sneak peak. If you guys like it I will continue.

Chapter 1

It was a hot and dusty afternoon so typical of the Indian Ganga Plains that all but two men were out in what would transform itself in the evening a bustling commercial centre. These two men were read-head and identical to the freckles on their nose. Each sat on a horse, passing through the bazaar in slow trot.

"It's a depressing place in afternoon," said of the twins, "the grand bazaar of Mahmudabad."

"I don't know what's worse, the silence of this place or this heat and dust," said the other adding, "I remember last time this place was lively full of eateries."

"Last time was December, Stuart."

"Yes, I suppose it was cooler then," said Stuart, "Make sense why people would want to stay indoors in the heat."

"We could be indoors too if it was not for you."

"Now be fair Brent, we all were expelled from St David's because of both of us."

"I'm not talking about our expulsion," said Brent, "To think we could be dinning as we speak in the John Wilkes' manor. But you had to ditch India."

"You know Brent I'm not stopping you from going there," said Stuart heatedly, "Tom is there you are free to be there too."

"Hey I won't go there without you know," said Brent, "How about we go to the river banks, it is bound to be cooler there?"

And so the two red-head twins set out to the banks of River Ganges. Halfway to the river the scenery changed. The narrow lanes of the Bazaar grew broader and broader until they opened up completely. They now were passing through the farms, fields and pastures. It was harvesting time, all the fields had a golden hue: ripe wheat and mustard leant it their shade. The wind got cooler as the approached the river. Suddenly a white mare overtook the pair of them. The rider turned back and gave them a mocking smirk.

The twins quickly egged their horses to gallop in order to catch up with her. When the finally did they were rewarded with her bell like laugh. Scarlett O'Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were.

Her face was a harsh blend of the delicate features of her mother, a member of Oudh royalty, and the heavy ones of her florid Irish father. But it was an arresting face, pointed of chin, square of jaw. Her eyes were pale green, starred with bristly black lashes and slightly tilted ends.

Her skin was magnolia white with some freckles but no tan, unlike her sisters. This was despite her spending considerable amount of time in the sun.

"I'm glad to see you and all," said Stuart, "But I'm surprised to see you out here!"

"At this time of the day too," said Brent.

"Oh fiddle de de, you both sound like mammo," said Scarlett, "She gives me a lecture every time I come out of the house, and today she simply won't let me go because it's too hot."

"Mammo is the dark slave you got isn't it," said Brent with some fascination.

"Yes Mammo is from Ethopia*, at least her family was," said Scarlett, "She belonged to Shahzadi Sulamani Nawab, Begum my grandmother."

"This is the same grandmother who was the Princess of Lucknow," said Stuart.

"Yes, she was. Mammo says she was dainty, cold and high-nosed," said Scarlett proudly, "Mammo learned all about ettiquates and manners from her."

"But enough about me, how are you here," said Scarlett, "I thought you would be in England as of now studding in St David's college."

"We got expelled, dearest," twins said in unison, "all four of us."

"Expelled why thrice you have been expelled!" said Scarlett, "What will your mother say."

"And what about your brother Boyd," she added, "he wishes to lean and was very upset when he had to quit Oxford and Cambridge because of you."

"Oh Boyd doesn't mind now," said Stuart.

"More like he got used to it," said Brent.

"Oh, he can be a Vakil over in Bithor," added Brent carelessly. "Besides, it don't matter much."

"Why?"

"The war, goose! The war's going to start any day, and you don't suppose any of us would stay in college with a war going on, do you?"

"What war?"

"You don't know much do you to be fair we didn't either."

"Until we met Abdullah in England," said Brent, "The doctrine of Lapse issued by the company has ruffled many a royal feathers, these kings plan on a war."

"You know there isn't going to be any war," said Scarlett, bored. "It's all just talk. Why, Ashley and his father told Pa just last week that Nana Sahib has send his envoi to England they will solve this."

"Not going to be any war!" cried the twins indignantly, as though they had been defrauded.

"Why, honey, of course there's going to be a war," said Stuart. "Abdullah told us, he is the so called envoi of Nana sahib. Moreover the Oudh royalty has been sent packing to Calcutta. All this is asking for a war."

"If either of you boys says "war" just once again, I'll go back home," Scarlett threatened.

The twins wanted to talk about war, tell the things they had heard but Scarlett was not to be there audience. She was too feminine for war talks.

Having maneuvered them away from the boring subject of war, she went back with interest to their immediate situation. "You never told me what your mother say about you two being expelled again?"

The twin's mother was The Hon. Beatrice Tarleton. She was quite well connected in England but decided to live in India after her husband a minor officer with the East India Company retired. A passionate horse woman, she had a horse farm.

Well," said Stuart, "she hasn't had a chance to say anything yet. Tom and us left home early this morning before she got up, and Tom's laying out over at the Fontaines' while we came over here."

"We thought of going to the Fontaines' too but we can't bear the thought of the goading French boys," said Brent, "Alexandre is alright but Joseph is too simply too smug and Tonie has these murderous rages."

"Yeah don't feel like picking a fight just yet," said Stuart.

Scarlett giggled, "What about last night? Didn't she say anything when you got home last night?"

"We were in luck last night. Just before we got home that new stallion Ma got was brought in. So she paid no attention to us. So we went to bed and in the morning we escaped."

"Boyd is home to handle her," added Brent.

"So you left Boyd all alone to handle her! Do you think she will hit him?"

"Of course she won't hit Boyd. She never did beat Boyd much because he's the oldest and besides he's the runt of the litter," said Stuart, proud of his six feet two. "That's why we left him at home to explain things to her. God' mighty, Ma ought to stop licking us! We're nineteen and Tom's twenty-one, and she acts like we're six years old

"Will your mother rides the new horse to the Easter festivities tomorrow?"

"She wants to, but father says he's too dangerous. And, anyway, the girls won't let her. They said they were going to have her go to one party at least like a lady, riding in the carriage."

"Oh the girls would be coming too," said Scarlett with fake enthusiasm, "I'd love to see them."

"Oh you won't just see our sisters; the Munroe girls will be part of the celebration too but most importantly Melanie Hamilton is coming from all the way from Cawnpore."

"Her Brother and Aunt are coming too."

"Are they now? And pray tell me why," said Scarlett, "I believe that the celebrations in Cawnpore are more elaborate."

"Well that is a secret. And we will tell you if you promise to spend the day with us."

"A secret," cried Scarlett, "Tell me, tell me!"

"Well their Auntie told us," Said Stuart, "That there will be an engagement announcement tomorrow."

"Oh that, everyone knows that," Scarlett said dismissively, "Its Charles' engagement isn't."

"No Ashley's to Miss Melly."

Suddenly the whole world went crashing about her. She wanted to run, run far-far away. Stuart continued to speak but Scarlett was not listening. He shook her and asked perhaps for the third time:

"I said, do you promise to spend the day with us?"

"I'll spend the mass with you, and the morning feast."

"And what about the garden party in the evening?"

"Yes that too, now I have to go."

With that she took their leave. She left as quickly and suddenly as she came. The sun was setting. Brent frowned.

"I was hoping she would invite us for supper," he said.

"Let's go back to the bazaar," said Stuart, "I'm starving. We'll buy some butter chicken there."

"You know I understand why mum decided to live here," said Brent, "The food is defiantly better than what good ol' England can provide."

"And if I may say so I prefer the Easter celebrations here," said Stuart, "Guess the Jesuits tried their best to convert the heathens with such flashy ceremonies."

"Oh well if you ask me I'd like to live here too," said Brent, "maybe we should join Nana sahib's services."

"Or the Nawab of Oudh," said Stuart, "He is more powerful, since he still rules Oudh and Nana Sahib is just an erstwhile Peshwa's son."

"Yes, it is true the Nawab has more power but that means he is less likely to fight."

"I think the more important question is where we should have our supper," said Stuart, "Now that we have ruled out the Fontaine family and the O'Hara's."

"That leaves us with Munroe's and Calvert's."

"Munroe's live too far, and I like the Calvert children but I simply cannot stand his household. I mean he has a harem full of woman. Twelve wives!"

"Yes its creepy," said Brent, "I can't think of having more than one. Mum says he is too Indianfied, that he may even convert to Islam."

"That'll be sad for poor Cathleen," said Stuart, "She is pretty, though a little feather-head."

"She has attended the best finishing schools in England," said Brent, "And has a season in London where her Aunt got her into Almack's."

Stuart let out a low whistle, "then her prospects aren't diminishing at all. Almack's bet Hetty was jealous."

"Oh she was to be sure," said Brent, "When she told me this I could tell by looking at her."

The twins continued talking about various things until they reached the bazaar which was now full of hustle and bustle. But as the made their way to Abdul Wasim's chicken stall, they both thought the same thing.

"Scarlett WOULD have asked us to supper? Why didn't she!"

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A/N So Ends the Preview, what do you think. The answer to my problem was Anglo-Indians. The Idea came to me through William Dyrample's White Mughals. Scarlett is Half-Irish, half Oudh royalty then Tarleton's are British, retired East India Company officers settled in India. Mr Calvert is an Indianised British, who acquired a Harem, after the death of his British wife. Anyway what do you think should I continue?