Thankyou guys for your appreciation. So hold your breath now, coz'
coming up is part3. Enjoy!!
PART 3
Both the teams reached the same score. Just 40 seconds were to go.
"Hurry up guys!!" the referee yelled.
Referee: Common.....35 seconds....
Tough one this time. Gals were hell bent to beat the boys. Boys were
slowly losing confidence, yet they were game.
Boys were about to score the winning basket. One guy passed the ball,
but it landed up in the hands of a gal, they were going for the basket.
Commentator: So the gals are moving towards the basket. Will they score?
Will they win? The gals...are going....common girls.
Oh no! The boys had again managed to get the ball. Armaan was back
into his senses and had realized that the match was so damn important,
nothing else mattered. But for his misfortune (or good fortune, should I
say[;0>) he saw Ridz again, and was lost.
Boys captain: Oh no! Yeh to gaya kaam se.
Ridz approached armaan. He was still in dreamland. The ball was
dribbling by itself😆. Ridz grabbed this opportunity and gave him a
cute smile(obviously fake) and then pulled the ball from him.
Armaan...still in dreamland....hadn't realized what he had done.
And then even before Armaan could come back into his senses, Ridz had
scored a basket.
Commentator: And with that. The girls have won. Yippee!!! What a fine
game that was.
Referee: Congrats girls!
He handed over the trophy to them. Riddhima gave Armaan a victorious
look. Armaan controlled himself from fainting.
Ammy: Ouch! It hurts....Why are you hitting me??
Captain: What did u expect? Ki tujhe laddu khilaoon? ....CONGRATS!!! We
lost, and all because of your foolishness.
Ammy: Ummm....sorry
Captain: Kya faayda? Hum to haar gaye. Par tu to gaya kaam se.
Ammy: Kya matlab?
Captain: Aur kya? Tumhe aur koi dikhai nahi deta tha
Ammy: Woh...woh....kuch nahi....main usse nahi dekh raha tha.
Captain to himself: Yeh kabhi nahi sudhrega
Armaan saw Ridz standing with the trophy and went to her.
Ammy: Congrats!!
Rids: Thanks(grumpily)
Armaan : Look....I said I'm sorry...maine galti se...
"Forget it!!" and she walked off.
Ammy: Hey apna naam toh bataati jaao...
Rids: NOT INTERESTED!
Ammy: Theek hai....toh main hi naam rakhta hoon tumhare liye....BASKET!
Rids: Whatever...
Ammy: Basket is cool...
Meanwhile, somewhere in the US a row of models were walking the ramp.
Organizer: Well done gals....good job!
In one of the makeup vans, somebody's phone was ringing....
"THE NUMBER YOU HAVE DIALLED IS CURRENTLY BUSY. PLEASE LEAVE A
MESSAGE AFTER THE BEEP."
"Hi di!! We won the basketball match. Beat the boys!! Poor things!! Please
call me later. How was your show?" She left a message.
A tall, slim built, girl was walking towards her room. She met her friend
on the way.
Sneha: Hey Anjali!! good show....you rocked!!!
Angi: Thanks...it had to...coz' it was my last.
Sneha: What do you mean? You are not doing modelling anymore?
Angi: Nope, i'm going home...and continuing my medicine career...this
was just a hobby...but now i guess it's enough
Sneha: Hey all the best!! Do call me up when ur free.
Angi: Thanks Sneha...ya sure...I'll miss you guys...k...bye
"Uff ye Ridzy bhi na....hamesha galat time par phone karti hai..." she saw
her voice message.
She called up Rids.
Angi: Hey sis!! Congrats!!
Rids: Thanks di....how was your show?
Angi: Oh great!! Everybody liked it
Rids: Great!... So when are you coming back?
Angi: Bas abhi airport ke liye nikal rahi hoon
Rids: Great! I'll be there to receive you at the airport....bye di....have a safe
journey
Angi: Bye ridzy....cya
In one of the areas of Mumbai, Mrs.Daruwala was running around. "Woh
Atul ka baccha kahan jata? Usko main abhi dektha hai"
OK. Done with part 3. Do not forget to leave your comments. Also, you
can pm me if you have suggestions as to how you want the story to go
ahead.
Meethi😊
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