New FF: teri meri Kahani.pt 7 pg 8 9/11 - Page 3

thx u so much

Thanks for a lovely update. Dev hates Radhika and feels she's greedy.Why does he feel so? Waiting for that answer in the next update.

Sushma,Finally read all...
It s very good...
Now waiting for next...

Waiting for the entry of our Dev...
Lovely update...

Wow Dev Hates Radhika.
That's Cool.
His A Bad Boy In Your FF. (:

Still I Love Him. (:
And Radhika Aww. So Cute. (:

@sparklingeyes thank you so much for loving it... will update soon

lovely update.so Radhika scared of.Dev cant encounter. wait for Radev

Part 4

But pappu can't dance saala!' her cell phone's blaring ring jolted Radhika back to the present. Rummaging inside her bag, she grabbed the phone, hello?'

You are thinking about him, aren't you?' sounded Vishaka's reproachful voice on the other end.

no Vishu.' The lie, shuffled from tight lips.

Ensuing silence loudly proclaimed, Liar, liar things on fire.'

Okay fine! Just like you too, I am little concerned,' Radhika confessed, heavily.

honey, our concerns are totally different. It is not me that Dev Purohit might be gunning for.' Vishaka's words were blunt, not her tone.

A crooked smile teased radhika's lips. I agree its only mine he plans to skin.'

don't worry so much. Maybe its all over and done between the two of you. We constantly read about his dating of some socialite actress or a model in an unending succession. Dev always liked play the field. I am sure he has forgotten all about you.'

I hope you are right.' Another lie, the thought that dev might have forgotten her, struck in the arterycloset to the pumping beats. Listen mom is coming, ill talk later... don't worry about me vishu. Go and make your man happy.' Radhika hung up on the rude cackle. may be I should change the ringtone to Hanuman chalisa. That might keep him away!' bad one, her conscience pointed.

What a mess? Why did it have to be like this?' she whispered, tourmented. After a long bath, and avoiding her parents, Radhika curled up in her bed. Sleep, unlike the memories eluded her.

Flash back! ( true Bollywood style)

Twenty-one-year-old Radhika, a fresh commerce graduate of Christchruch College, excitedly strode inside the Purohit mansion adjacent to her house.

Gosh its mind blowing!' ambling through the driveaway, she reflected for the millionth time.

Surrounded on the either side by lush, green, beautifully landscaped gardens, lolled the majestic house. The two-storey spread was impeccably white in colour, its exterior shaped befitting like a rajasthani palace. Adding to the grandeur, a loft several-tiered fountain sat at the entrance.

The senior purohits, Vaishali and Vishwas, had flocked to delhi only a couple of years ago.

Vivek and Mrinalini, overseeing the business, are constantly accumulating frequent flyier miles. Dev , fro the last eight years, has been living in one hostel after another. It is just Vishali and me most of the time. Sometimes it gets very lonely,' Vishwas had confided to radhika's father.

yaar Vishwas then why are you sitting so far in Cochin? Come and live here. All of us will make sure you and Vaishaliji don't get a single moment of peace,' Brijmohan coaxed.

That is it. The decision for the Purohits to move was literally made overnight. Several properties next to sharma resident were brought, consolidated and in the next ten to twelve months an army of workers, similar to ones employed by Shah Jahan had constructed the grand adobe. The palatial house boasted tennis and basketball courts, Japanese gardens, two swimming pools"out door and indoor, a stse of the art gym, a media room, ten bedrooms and god knows how many bathrooms.

The purohits were quickly becoming an essential part of radhika's life. Infact, Vaishali insisted that she address her as Badi maa'; after all, she was a year older to Devki. Brijmohan and Vishwas shared a common dread at the thought of radhika's inevitable bidai.

The only person from the Purohit family, Radhika had never met was Dev Purohit, the younger scion studying in America. Having completed his MBA, Dev had finally come live with his parents and join the family business.

Yesterday, due to a close friend's wedding, Radhika could not attend the lavish bash the purohits had thrown to celebrate dev's homecoming. Almost all the city hotels and available farmhouses, legal and illegal, had been reserved to house the who's who of the country and outside, in attendance for the last nights shindig.

Since morning, radhika's parents and the TV channels, had been broadcasting truckloads on Dev and the lavish bash"some good and some even better. Heightened curiosity and badi maa's phone call persuaded Radhika to overcome her stranger anxiety and show up to meet the man'.

Radhika waited in the humongous living room as one of the servents rushed to fetch Vaishali. From the arched, stain glass windows of the living room, she could spy several workers millimg about in the lawns, cleaning up after last night's revelry.' Party for some, pain for others!' she declared softly.

who are you?' questioned a suave voice, echoing in the otherwise silent room.

Radhika got startled, and whirled around to see where this voice was coming from. She immediately recognized who stood in from of her. No sillies! No past-birth memories like in karz or karrrzzz( did I miss a Z?)! Radhika recognized Dev Purohit from his photographs.

Dev was taller in person, definitely six feet or more. The thick, dark, crop of hair"well cut, and miraculously gel free, unlike the metro sexual men who in disguise of being hip, have gone from gole ka tael to tael ka gola.

His black pupils framed with long curling eyelashes, studied her with no hint of recognition. After all, Radhika was no Paris Hilton or a child successfully rescued from a borewell. Dev's face cradled a wide forehead, a Greek nose, a sensual mouth with hint of dimples in his chiseled cheeks. His broad shoulders and mouth watering body, was clad in a white, probably ridiculously priced, designer T-shirt , dark blue jeans and tan shoes. Dev Purohit loomed large as an epitome of oozing masculinity.

Holy cow, he is bloody gorgeous, sprung the sudden thought in radhika's mind. you are Dev, right?' she stuttered, blushing furiously.

And you are about to faint?' Dev mocked, in a deep and cultured baritone. His eyes crinkled at the ends and his dimples deepened.

Humour served in arrogance, a typical trademark of children brought up by the philosophy: spare the child and break the rod or better still, sell it to the raddiwala. Radhika's expression awkward, she asked, What do you mean?'

Your face is redder than beet root.'

The snub definitely ruffled, more than imaginary feathers.

Were you pursuing an MBA or a cookery course?'

For a moment, dev's eyes narrowed and then he burst out in a full-throated laugh. At the sound, Radhika felt like curling her toes...

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here is the next update.. i think i will be able to update only 3 more parts as i will be leaving back to schll. then till jan 1 week wont be available... but guys do like and leave comments if u like it..

Loved the update. Waiting to unravel Radhika's past.

It was awesome...I wanna know fast what happens next
Plzzz do update