'Chori-Chori' (AK,SK,AR,KA,MP)..Pt 29/pg134,Jan13

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Posted: 16 years ago

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Originally posted by: spvd
wow toooooooooooooo many characters but still very wonderful.thw jodis r opposite..................cool intro............cont soon...............

Thanks deepa!
Yes, most of them have contrasting characters. Opposites attract. 😳

Originally posted by: QueenHinna12
ok i read the 2nd intro...omg soo many charactershaha!!! awww kavya and anjali.....i am waiting to see how they will meet ;) i cn see a lot of arguments happening between them before they fall in love lol coz kavya is a casanova n anjali is a feminist!!! and kripa...wow...i always loved tnaya more than kripa....lol.....never imagined her with this kind of personality...this will be fun....ak jodi will be interesting to see hehe but hope prithvi stays out of it!!!
here is only one chori chori song in the movie emi lol
noooo i never even watched kyph lol im just a fan of neha bamb coz i met her....my fav alltime jodi was kkavyanjali and rite now im loving AR:D

Thanks Hinnu!
Yes, KA will be like cat and dog... 😆
Tanya is a new version of Kripa. Ive never portrayed her like this before. 😆
Wow u met Neha when she went to London? Lucky girl! 😳
Ive spoken to her on the phone a few times, thats all. Wish I could meet her and Rajeev.

Originally posted by: sasik
tooo many characters.

but nice intro.

Thanks sasik.
I think most multi star FFs have many characters. I was going thru some of them

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Posted: 16 years ago

#62

Another awesome job done by you Api
I love Kripa's character. It's very different from your usual portrayal of Kripa.
Loved the other characters as well
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Posted: 16 years ago

#63

Originally posted by: teri_susan
Thanks for the PM😊U were right when u said that AK,SK and KA never repeated again,but we desperately want them to do shows together,especially i love to see AK again😊,thoughi know that it is not possible😒.Well there is a K present in all these couples,common to them,separately denotes these r unforgettable and never brought together again,all Ekta's passionae jodi's r special😊.We can only see them together in IF fanfictions only,they were such a passionate couple😳and gained lots of fans with a single show😉.I am great fan of AK😊.I too love to see SRK-Kajol again onscreen,they share such a chemistry😳Intro#2 is slightly confusing,but as the story progress i will get use to it.So Angad has a family,but Kripa doesn't😲.Orphans mostly grewup violent😒,.So there will love triangles😉with Prithvi,will he be villan.So Angad and Kavya are rivals,hope the bratty Kripa falls for Angad's charms😉.Continue..............................

Thanks susan!
Yes, we fans long to see our fav jodis again but so far none of them have been repeated except for Hiten Gauri who are married.
I included many Ekta heroines and heros, side roles etc. U can call this FF my tribute to Kekta Mai for giving us such unforgettable jodis ...AK, SK, KA, Kumud-Garv, etc. I added Kali and Kasturi too. 😆
Nobody knows abt Kripa's past. Its a mystery.
Lets see if Angad can tame the wildcat. 😆

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Posted: 16 years ago

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Originally posted by: ShelDev
Hi Pallavi:

Wow that sure is a lot of characters......pretty confusing but I am sure like you said as the story progresses things will be more clear...😆

I love all the couples you have put together. I am sure you will do a fantastic job with all of them, although my favourite is AK....(I can't get enough of them lol)...😳

Thanks for the PM & eagelry awaiting the next update.....

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Thanks Shel and ur welcome!
Yes, I will have a hard time fitting them all in the story. 😆
Yeah my dream jodi is AK, but so many fans requested AR, PM, SK so this time Im trying them also.
I find it easy to write abt AK since Ive done doctorate on them 😆 but these other jodis will be tough. I will do the best I can.

Originally posted by: deeya123
fab intro di
i liked kripa's intro...its quite different from ur other stories

waitin for u to start

Thanks deeya. 😃
Yes Kripa is totally different from my other stories. 😆

Originally posted by: naughtyash
wow awsome really looking forward to it

Thanks ash! 😃

Originally posted by: ttimpy
i know that u r going to kill me for saying this....................but they are more than i can handle......kaun kiski family hai..............i am totally at a loss.......but like it happened with..............the Haunting story(my being not very keen on spooky , horror stories)...............im sure that u r gng to hook line and sinker me into this one too........i have a lot of faith in your weaving ability ...pallavi and u have always more than lived up to my expectations.............so lay it on babes..........

and if i take a lil time to post my views then pl. dont give up on me...........i will definitely be writing but it might take a lil time to absorb............u r the Manmohan Desai of India Forums............hail Mogambo.........

Thanks for ur faith, Binny! 😊
It wont be as complicated as it looks.
There are 2 main families plus Prof Sinha, Kashish's family so total 3 families and the rest are independant characters. some like Kripa and Kavya dont have parents, others are friends of the 3 main families. Dont worry, it will become clearer soon. 😆
MOGAMBO KHUSH HUA! 😃 😃

BTW Mogambo wasnt in Man Desai's movie, it was Shekhar Kapoor's Mr. India. Hes a great director.

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Posted: 16 years ago

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Originally posted by: aish_punk
hey Pallavi...ure just too gud..such a gud concept..i mean a multi-starrer 😉..well it is a bit confusing wid so mny characters..but i guess it'll b more clear wen d story begans..! I am only a fan of AK n AR out of d 5..but still reading the fic..😊

Naina n Dilip seem 2 be cunning people..i'm happy Angad isnt taking d same route..n he's gonna b a singer..😊...n Armaan..he'll pass wid d help of girls..but he wont noe a single thng..i hope he dusnt end up spoling his life 😊..!

Shashank seems 2 be a hard-working man...n i feel sad 4 Prachi tat Milind dusnt even give her a bit of attention even tho she cares so mch 4 him! ...AR are in d same college..intresting..! bt i doubt Ridz will support Armaan in his pranks like the oda gals of d college..! 😉..n i wonder who ditched Sujal...Kashish?

It's sad tat Kavya n Kripa had 2 b brought up in an orphanage..n they were kicked out of it as soon as dey were 18..now they're doing smtn..bt it dusnt seem tat gud a job..! But they havent crossed their limits. 😊

Prithvi falling 4 Kripa...hmm...bt Kripa will never accept him!

It's sick tat Naina wants Angad2 marry Anjali so tat she can make him responsible..i feel he is mature enough 2 unnersan tat wt his father duz isnt smtn gud..!

Kashish is very responsible...she handles her family well...n i'm sad tat she has such spoilt sisters..one of them is even made plans of eloping..! I hope Kashish can handle all dis..!

So..i feel it's a gr8 story..n d 1st part u'd written abt chori was very gud..! 👏...keep it up! I would wan u 2 continue dis ASAP 😊

-Aish

Thanks aisha! 😳
Ur right abt Armaan, he will pass but wont know a thing. 😆
we will find out abt Kripa's profession. Kavya is a singer. For an orphan to find success in life is tougher becuz of no parental support.
Kashish bears the burden of the family. 2 sisters are good, 2 are selfish.
Im glad u liked the intro. 😃

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Originally posted by: NYPunjabii
Another awesome job done by you Api
I love Kripa's character. It's very different from your usual portrayal of Kripa.
Loved the other characters as well
Jannat

Thanks Jannat! 😃
Yeah Kripa will be totally different, this time I want to shock everyone. 😆

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CHORI-CHORI……PART 1

SCENE 1:

Its 3 am on a cold December night. The infamous Delhi fog has shrouded the entire city in its hazy gloom. Orange streetlights try to pierce the thick foggy blanket, creating an eerie effect, like a cold day in Hell.
An upscale neighbourhood in South Delhi. It's the witching hour! All decent folks are lost in the dreamland of pre-dawn slumber.

A group of 4 bikers silently approach a tree-lined street, rolling their bikes, engines shut off. They stop in front of a big house with high walls all around it!
The tallest biker gets off and signals to his gang. They all get off, take off their helmets and pull ski-masks over their faces.

The leader signals two of them with hand-signs. The shortest one pulls out a rope ladder from the bike and flings it over the wall. The short one starts climbing expertly, with the skill and agility of a gymnast. Reaching the spiky shards of glass on top of the wall, the short one pauses and pulls out a padded seat cover, places it on the glass pieces and climbs over it without getting hurt. The short one disappears over the wall and soon the other 3 see several tugs on the rope. The leader signals the 2nd biker, who grabs a black gadget and climbs over the wall after the short one. After a while, the 2nd one opens the gate and does a thumbs up: We are IN!

The tall one waits outside while the other 3 sneak into the house. The 2nd one's gadget has already disarmed the alarm system at the door. The 3 bikers silently disappear inside the dark house. The tall one stands guard, with a mobile in his hand. Any sign of danger or people approaching and he will buzz his gang members to get out!

After about 20 minutes, the 3 bikers emerge with three polythene bags slung over their shoulders. These bags contain money, jewelry, small electronics and other valuables.
The leader gives them a thumbs up. All 4 get on their bikes and silently roll away, disappearing into the orange fog. It was a successful heist!

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Scene 2

8 AM the next morning in Gupta house dining room

A long, 8 seater breakfast table, with a centerpiece green vase holding fresh yellow flowers.

Padma emerged from the kitchen, wearing a red striped apron over her matronly curves draped in a pink salwar, a platter of steaming hot idlis in her hands.
Prachi followed her, with a flowery blue apron over her yellow sari, a plate of freshly made alu parathas in her hand.

They served the two brothers sitting at the table, reading different sections of Delhi Times.
Shashank looked up from his paper and smiled: Riddhima uth gayi? Uskey college ka waqt ho gaya hai.

Padma nodded, serving him idlis: Aaj uski classes dus bajey se hai. Tayyar ho rahi hai. Abhi aa jayegi. Aur idli doon?
Nahin buss. Zara toast pass karo, please.

Padma passed him dry toast and fruits while he sipped his tea.
Milind didn't look up from the business pages as Prachi served him parathas.
She softly asked: Aur logey?
He didn't hear, too busy reading about trade agreements.
Prachi hesitated, Padma called him loudly: Milind, Prachi tumsey kuchh poochh rahi hai….
He looked up with a slight frown: What?
Prachi: Aur paratha logey?
Milind looked at the 2 thick rounds on his plate and shook his head with his usual dour expression: No, mujhey sirf ek chahiye, ek hataa lo. Main koi rakshas nahin!

Prachi looked hurt and removed one from his plate. Padma frowned and rebuked her devar gently: Milind, Prachi ne khud yeh parathey banaye hain. Bahut achhey hain. Ek aur le lo.

He looked grimly at her: Nahin Bhabhi, mujhey bhookh nahin. Aur 12 bajey mera ek business lunch hai.
Shashank exchanged troubled glances with Padma and quickly asked: Sujal kahan hai? Nashtaa nahin karega?
Padma : Usey bhi aaj jaldi jaana hai. Kuchh zaroori case aan padi hai. Abhi aata hi hoga.

Just as she said that, Sujal descended the spiral staircase, looking incredibly smart and handsome in a black sports jacket, black jeans with dark shirt. He was ready for work, in a great hurry! He had just received a message on his blackberry that another robbery had taken place last night. These spate of night robberies over the last 6 months was baffling the police and now the case had been handed over to C.I.D. with Sujal leading the team of investigators.

He wished his Bhaiyas and Bhabhis Good Morning and grabbed an idli from the plate.
Padma protested: Yeh kya, Sujal. Baithkar theek se naashta toh kar lo.
He smiled at her affectionately: Sorry Bhabhi! I got to run! Its an emergency! Reporting for duty in 30 minutes. Delhi ke traffic mein it takes time.

Shashank looked up curiously: Kya wahi robbery case? Phir se chori hua kya?
Sujal nodded, hurriedly chewing idli and gulping down some black coffee: Haan, Bhai-Saab. Greater Kailash mein, kisi jeweler ke makaan se. They are reporting on TV right now.

Shashank immediately pressed the remote near his hand, turning on the small television in one corner of the dining room. Milind also raised his face from the paper to watch the drama unfold.
The reporter was standing in front of a beautiful house: Kal raat phir se chori huyi, iss baar Greater Kailash ke iss alishaan makan se. Chor 5 lakh rupiye nagad, keemti zevar, I-pods, video games, vagairah chori karkey le gaye, makaan maalik ka kehna hai wo sab gehri neend mein soye huey the, shayad chor ne kuchh chemicals se unhey behosh jaisa kar diya tha. Hairani ki baat yeh hai ke makaan mein imported alarm system bhi tha. Iska matlab chor bahut shaatir dimaag aur alarms band karney mein maahir hai. Ab dekhna hai police iss baarey mein kya kehti hai….

Shashank shook his head disapprovingly: Yeh kya ho raha hai aajkal? Log seedhi tarah paisa nahin kamaa saktey, mehnat nahin karna chahtey, easy money, sab haraam ka paisa chahtey hain. Get rich quick! Tch tch!

Milind looked gravely at him: Bhaisaab, lagta hai ab humein bhi alarm system lagana padega. This is the 12th robbery in 6 months.
Shashank grimaced: Kya faida? Wo chor alarm system bhi bekaar kar detey hain.

Padma commented: Hamarey ghar mein chori karney ki kisi chor ki himmat nahin hogi! Yeh CID officer ka ghar hai naa, rangey haathon pakda jayega..….she smiled proudly at Sujal.

Sujal toasted his Bhabhi with his coffee cup: Thanks for the vote of confidence, Bhabhi! U are the Best! Ab main chala. Lautney mein der hogi.

He was bounding out of the door. Padma yelled: Tiffin toh letey jaao!
Sujal grimaced, his Bhabhi still treated him like a 10 year old boy but he didn't want to hurt her feelings. He quickly turned around, took the tiffin carrier from Prachi's hands and thanked her, then left in a hurry. A few minutes later, they heard his car start up and leave the gravelled driveway.

Padma called her devrani: Prachi, aao tum bhi nashta kar lo.
Prachi smiled gently: Nahin Bhabhi, Ridhi ko aa janey deejiye, hum ek saath nashta karengey.

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Scene 3:

A very girlish bedroom upstairs, done up all in pink. Pink curtains, pink bedspread, pink cushions and pillows, pink rug. It looked like a scene from Legally Blonde.

Ridhima sat in front of her white and pink dresser, brushing her long, silky hair till it fell in a dark curtain down her back. She was in a bright yellow salwar suit, with yellow bangles and earrings. She looked as fresh and pretty as a dewy morning blossom. She was brushing her hair and smiling at her own reflection. She lined her doe-eyes with black kohl pencil and applied a light orange lipstick, rubbing her full lips together. She turned sideways and posed, smiled and fluttered her long eyelashes.
Not bad! …she told her reflection.

RIDHIMAA! NASHTA READY HAI, NEECHEY AA JAO.
Her mom summoned her loudly from the stairs, the old fashioned way, no intercom involved.
AAYIIIII! Ridhima shouted.

Then she rushed to her wardrobe, opened it and shoved aside some clothes hanging from a rod. There, hidden behind the long dresses was a shrine, dedicated to the man of her dreams, her "Hero"
There were several photos, taken at various stages of his adolescence and youth. There were also memorabilia collected over the years, things she sneaked away, like a little car, a sun-visor, a toy soldier, 4 marbles, a crumpled T-shirt, little knick-knacks she had stolen from his room when she visited him.

She touched and stroked those precious possessions, whispering words of love and painful longing: Tum kya jaano merey dil mein kya hota hai jab main tumhey doosri ladkiyon ke saath dekhti hoon. Tum toh ab bhi mujhey 5 saal ki bachchi samajhtey ho. Lekin…main jaanti hoon ek din tumhey yeh ehsaas hoga ke tum merey ho aur main tumhari. I love you and always will….
She kissed the photo with tears in her eyes…

RIDDHIIIII….KAHAN HO?
Summoned again, she quickly hid her shrine behind the dresses, wiped her eyes carefully and ran downstairs with fleet steps of youth.

Ridhima greeted her parents and Chachi, her two chachus had already left for work. Shashank gave a fond smile and silently pointed to his cheek. She ducked and kissed his cheek: Good Morning, Papa! Nashtey mein kya hai? Wow, idlis! My favorite! Thanks, Mama.

Padma beamed at her only child: Baith jaa, chai legi ya coffee?
Juice, Mama, orange juice! Aaj se no caffeine for me. Kal raat 2 bajey tak jaagti rahi, neend hi nahin aa rahi thi… (she hid the fact that she was up waiting to hear the sound of a car, of HIS return home)

Shashank took his last sip of tea: Padhai kaisa chal raha hai college mein? Mid-terms paas aa rahey hain….preparations ho gayi?
Replying to her Papa's usual academic questions, she chewed delicately on idlis, then turned to Prachi: Chachi, aaj shaam Mall mein shopping karney chalein? Mujhey ek sari khareedni hai.
Sari? Achanak sari kyun? Padma asked in surprise.

Wo…agley haftey Muskaan ki engagement hai. Main saree pehenna chahti hoon (she wanted to show her hero that she was "all grown up" now, not a little girl)

Prachi smiled: Sure Ridhi, main shaam ke 5 bajey tayyar rahungi.
Thanks Chachi. U have great taste in saris. I trust your choice.
Thank you….Prachi smiled shyly. She and Ridhima were more friends than Aunt and niece. Ridhi was the little sister she never had and the only one she could share her troubles with.

Ridhima waited till Shashank left for work, yelling: Bye Papa!
As soon as his car left the driveway, she turned to Padma: Mama, main do minute Armaan ke ghar hokar aati hoon.
Kyun? Padma frowned….she knew her husband disapproved of Ridhi going there all the time.
Wo Mama…(she blushed slightly) …mujhey Armaan se ek book borrow karni hai, aaj class mein zaroorat hai.

Prachi looked up over her tea cup with twinkling eyes. She knew Ridhima's secret, about her dream guy. She and Ridhi were in the same boat, hankering after men who didn't appreciate their love. Ridhi met her knowing eyes and winked naughtily.

Padma agreed reluctantly: Theek hai, wahan hokar aa. Naina jee ko meri namastey kehna. Zyada der wahan mat rukna.
Ridhi jumped up: Main gayi aur aayi…

She ran out of the house, Padma shook her head at her departing back and sighed: Pata nahin kab yeh bachpana chhodegi. Shadi ke umr ki ho gayi hai, ab bhi bachchi jaisi uchhalti kudti hai.
Prachi smiled: Hum sabney usey bachchi jo banakar rakha hai. Hum sabki laadli hai naa…
Padma looked worried: Mujhey kabhie kabhie chinta hoti hai, hamari laad pyaar isey bigaad naa dein. Zamana bahut kathor hai. Jitni jaldi wo zindagi ki sachchai seekh jaye wahi uskey liye behtar hoga.

Prachi patted Padma's arm: Aap chinta mat keejiye, Bhabhi. Hamari Ridhi kaafi sayani hai. Waqt aaney per wo dikha degi usmein kitni samajhdari hai.

Tumharey mooh mein ghee shakkar….Padma smiled gratefully at her good-natured sister-in-law who was more like a daughter. Both ladies started clearing up the breakfast table in silent harmony.

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Scene 4:

Same morning in Professor Sinha's house.

Kashish and Kasturi were serving breakfast at the 6 seater dining table in a little dining alcove attached to the living room.
Kali and Kumud were still holed up in their shared room, fighting over the mirror, too busy getting dolled up for the day.
Professor Sinha frowned: Kali aur Kumud kahan hain?
Wo dono ready ho rahey hain….Kashish replied calmly.

Mainey kitni baar kaha hai sab ek saath nashta aur dinner karengey lekin wo dono…Always late! Kitchen mein tum dono ka haath bataney bhi nahin aatey! ….Professor shook his head irately, getting up to summon them.

Papa! Aap baithiye, main unhey bulakar laati hoon….Kashish, the peacemaker went to urge her errant sisters to pause their toiletries and come out.

The two girls came out with unfinished make-up and sat down with sullen faces. Professor embarked at once on a long lecture about the value of time and family meals while the rebellious siblings listened with barely concealed irritation.

Timid Kasturi looked upset, Kashish calmly offered breakfast platter to her two sisters.
Professor rebuked them sternly: Jabsey tumhari Maa chal basi, mera ek hi request raha hai, pehley jaisa hum sab ek parivaar ki tarah nashta aur dinner karengey. Is that too much to ask? Everyday u two are late for breakfast! Samay ki pabandi ko jo respect nahin kartey wo zindagi mein kabhie kamyaab nahin hotey…..he went on for quite a while, then commanded them to eat: Chai pee lo, thanda ho raha hai.

He opened his newspaper and immersed himself in it. Kali rolled her eyes comically in relief, Kumud twisted her lips angrily. Both wanted to burst out in retort but didn't dare to.

After a short silence, Kali said in a pleading tone: Papa, mujhey kuchh paisey chahiye.
Kyun? He lowered his paper and frowned sternly at her. Parson hi toh pocket money diya tha mainey…

Papa, wo khatam ho gaye, ek kitaab khareedna tha aur….
JHOOTH! Professor banged the table furiously making everyone jump, and Kasturi almost cry: JHOOTH MAT BOLO! Professor Sharma told me, tumney kal classes skip kee, KAHAN THI TUM? Kisi ladkey ke saath time waste kar rahi thi ?

Kali quaked at her father's ire: Sorry Papa, main ek saheli ke saath picture dekhney gayi thi…

PICTURE? CLASSES CUT KARKEY? KYUN? SHAAM KO NAHIN DEKH SAKTEY THE KYA?

Nahin Papa, wo picture sirf Matinee show mein chal rahi thi, isliye….

Tum class bunk karkey cinema dekhogi and then YOU have the GUTS to ask me for money? ….the Professor was speechless with furious disbelief. Ek paisa bhi nahin doonga aaj se.

Lekin papa, main college kaisey jaungi? Bus fare….Kali protested and pleaded..

Aaj se didi tumhey college drop kar degi…he looked at his dependable oldest child…..aur main ghar aatey waqt tumhey pick up kar loonga.
Lekin Papa, lunch money….? Kali was almost tearful by now…

Aaj se ghar ka khana lekar jaogi tum! No outside lunch! Kashish, tum iska lunch pack karva do.
Jee papa….Kashish quietly nodded and left for the kitchen to instruct the cook.

Professor finished his coffee and left the table with a sudden smile at the timid Kasturi: Beta, aaj main tumhari piano repair shop se le aunga. Tum phir se piano sikha sakti ho….
Thank u, Papa….Kasturi smiled gratefully.

Kumud made a face and started filing her nails with the fruit knife. Kali looked tearfully at Kashish who nodded reassuringly, whispering….merey paas kuchh paisey hain, main tujhey doongi, Papa se mat maangna, aur Haan, aaj se classes cut karkey picture mat jaana, nahin toh…

Kali grinned and shook her head: I swear I wont! Ohh Diiii, ur THE BEST! Thanks Dii!….she flung her arms around Kashish, holding out her hand at once.
Kashish sighed and gave her some cash from her purse. Kasturi watched the transaction with round eyes. she would never dare to go against her papa's wishes but Dii was special. She could do anything because she managed the house and family.

The radio was on in the living room, Kumud suddenly stiffened. The newsman was saying: Kal raat phir se chori ho gayi Dakshin Delhi ke ek raees ke makaan se……

She jumped up and turned on the TV, flicking the channels till she found the one reporting the robbery. She watched with growing excitement as they showed the house that had been robbed, expressed wonder at the robber's expertise, interviewed the homeowner, a jeweler.

Kumud's eyes glittered with gleeful greed. Her superman had done it again! Her heart swelled with pride, her clever hunk had nailed it! Poorey sheher ke police ko chakma dekar ek ke baad ek chori, all successful heists! Aisa chalta raha toh ek saal mein…. they will have enough money to make their dream a reality, escape to Mauritius and live in style.

Kashish came from the kitchen and told her to switch off the TV: Kumud, kya kar rahi ho? Tum jaanti ho subah subah TV dekhna Papa ko pasand nahin! Already itney gussey mein hain, uspar tum aur mat badhao…..

Kumud turned around belligerently: Papa ke rules, papa ka gussa, tang aa chuki hoon main iss mahaul se! Yeh ghar nahin, Jailkhana hai! Why cant I watch TV when I want to? Itna interesting news dikha rahey hain! Phir se chori ho gayi kal raat….
Really? Kashish widened her lovely eyes in shock: Phir se chori?

Just then, the TV reporter said: Abhi abhi CID investigation team yahan pahunchi hai! Hum unkey mooh se sunengey wo kyun ab tak chor ko nahin pakad sakey…
Excuse me, Officer! ….she chased after a man wearing a black suede jacket: Sir!
Kya aap batayengey abhi tak chor pakda kyun nahin gaya? Yeh 12-vaan chori hai aur chor ka koi pata nahin….
The man turned around, Kashish froze like a statue! It was HIM! The past came rushing back to her! The lunch box fell from her hands with a dull thud.

He still looked the same! Just a little bit older and wiser! But the sight of him still made her heart palpitate and ache for their unfinished business. So now he was a CID Officer! In charge of the most baffling case in Delhi! In college he was a poet, a dreamer, a lover….
Her eyes glazed over with moist memories of rainy afternoons and dewy evenings…..

Wo bhooli dastaan lo phir yaad aa gayi
Nazar ke saamney ghata si chhaa gayi….

Kasturi tugged her kameez: Di, kya hua? Kahan kho gaye?
Kashish quickly blinked away her tears : Nahin, kuchh bhi toh nahin! Buss ankh mein kuchh gir gaya tha, ab theek hai.

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Scene 5: Khanna residence

Breakfast at the Khannas was a grand affair. The 10 seater dining table was covered with lacy tablecloth from France, tea-set and cutlery from England, and a gorgeous Ming vase as centerpiece.
Dilip sipped coffee and read his newspaper in his office wear while Naina in a silk Kaftaan issued orders to Teddy and Kamla, directing them to serve breakfast.

Naina: Teddy, Angad Baba ko coffee de aao, uskey uthney ka time ho gaya.
Teddy: Jee Madam!
Dilip overheard and looked up sarcastically: Nawabzaadey ab tak so rahey hain?
Naina gave him a mocking glance: Dono kal raat 2 bajey ke baad ghar lautey. Aap unhey dus bajey se pehley table per expect kaisey kar saktey hain?.

Yeh dono kab tak aisey clubs aur parties kartey rahengey? Dilip scowled with disapproval: Armaan ka phir bhi life mein ek direction hai, God willing, next year B.Pharm pass karkey koi pharmaceutical company join kar lega. Lekin Angad….gaaney bajaney se kya peit bharta hai?

Naina defended her first-born: Kuchh bhi kahiye, Angad mein talent hai. Kisey pata, ek din wo famous singer bhi ban sakta hai. Kyun naa aap kisi record producer ko contact karein….aap toh kitney logon ko jaantey hain..

NO! Im not helping him in any way! Gaayak banna uska khud ka faisla tha, achhi khaasi MBA ki padhai beech mein chhod diya! Apney haathon apna future bigaad diya tumharey laadley betey ne. Ab uska kuchh nahin hoga, roz raat do bajey tak clubs mein gaata bajata rahega. Humph!

Naina was deeply offended by Dilip's taunts but she kept mum.

Upstairs in a darkened bedroom, Angad stirred as Teddy drew open the curtains, letting sunlight flood the bed.
He flung one muscular forearm over his eyes and groaned. Last night he had several drinks with Mannan and now it felt like a dozen bulls were stampeding in his head.

Teddy…..his deep voice boomed from under the black checkered comforter: Teddy…
Teddy rushed to his side: Yes, Sir….main aapkey liye black coffee le aaya…
Angad dragged his large frame up to a sitting position and grunted: Mom ne bheja hai? God bless Mom! Mujhey iski sakht zaroorat thi. Mera sar phata jaa raha hai. Rakh do yahan table per, main fresh hokar aata hoon.

Dressed in a faded T-shirt and loose pajamas, he dragged his feet to the bathroom. Teddy placed the coffee tray on bedside table, straightened the bed-sheets, quickly making up the bed and left the room before Angad Baba emerged from the bathroom.

Angad took a long sip of the black, reviving liquid and sighed .....Aaahhhh!
The late nights and crowded clubs were taking a toll on his health but he loved music too much to quit. He smirked….last night his songs and jamming guitar riffs had driven the girls crazy. Two young women had practically offered themselves to him but he had politely refused them. His friends thought he was crazy to pass up such a chance with those "hot chicks" but he was waiting for Ms. Right to come along.
Wo hasina jisey dekhkar merey dil ki dhadkan ruk jayegi, arzoo jaag jayegi. She is yet to come. Lekin wo aayegi zaroor. Mujhey yakeen hai kahin toh hai wo pari jo sirf merey liye bani hai.

He finished his coffee in a leisurely fashion and slowly descended the steps.
Good morning, Mom! Dad! …he nodded curtly at his father.

Dilip and Naina looked up and frowned at his shabby dress.
Naina grimaced: Angad beta, kam se kam sleeping suit toh change kar letey!
Angad flashed a disarming grin : Kya Mom, ghar per bhi formal dress? Cant I relax at home?

Dhang ki naukri toh nahin kar saktey, kam se kam dhang ke kapdey toh pehna karo….Dilip chewed out sarcastically.
Mujhey naukri karney ki kya zaroorat, Dad? ….Angad chuckled mockingly: Jab tak aapkey bayen haath ki kamaai hai, main toh kya, aapke 3 generations ghar baithkar aish kar saktey hain. Waisey aajkal aapka rate kitna jaa raha hai, Dad? 50 lakh ya 1 Crore?

Dilip's face was mottled with fury, he almost choked on his French toast: WHAT DID U SAY? MERA RATE? TUM KYA JANOGEY RATE KE BAAREY MEIN? KABHIE EK PAISA BHI ROZGAAR KIYA HAI?

Angad leaned back calmly: Actually I do earn. Main courier ki naukri aur clubs se jitna kamaata hoon, ussey merey khud ka guzara chal jayega. I don't need ur money!

Phir merey ghar mein kya kar rahey ho? Apna raasta kyun nahin dekhtey? Dilip screamed at the top of his voice.
Angad folded his arms, undaunted: Kyunki….. yeh merey Mom ka bhi ghar hai. Main yahan rehta hoon toh sirf Mom ke liye, and somewhat Bhai ke liye bhi.

Naina was used to this clash of egos and battle of wills between father and son everyday. But she saw things were getting out of hand and quickly changed the subject:
Angad! Kal subah 11 bajey ki flight se Anjali yahan aa rahi hai. Main chahti hoon tum usey receive karney airport jaao.

Angad and Dilip were successfully diverted from their insult-match. They gaped at the sudden announcement.
Angad sat up: Anjali aa rahi hai? Yahan? Achanak?

Yes, beta….Naina gave a divine smile: Anjali ke bar exams ho gaye, uski ab Holidays hain. Wo Delhi aana chahti thi toh Shobha ne merey paas bhej diya. Theek hi toh hai, Anjali meri beti jaisi hai. Yahan hamarey ghar mein rahegi toh aur bhi achha hoga. Tum usey Delhi sheher ghumana. Aur kal airport jaana mat bhoolna.

Sure, Mom, I wont forget! Angad's lips twitched but he hid his smile. He knew Mom was up to her matchmaking tactics again. Ever since he turned 20 and Anju 17, Mom had been hinting of a matrimonial alliance between them. He liked Anjali as a friend, but he didn't want to marry her. No way!

Dilip cleared his throat and took a sip of papaya juice: Anjali aa rahi hai? Yeh toh bahut achhi baat hai. Shobha Jee aur Jeet Saab kaisey hain?
Naina beamed: Dono achhey hain, tumhey namastey bheja. Waisey wo dono bhi aa rahey hain New Year ke waqt. Bahut saal baad hum sabki reunion hogi.

Dilip nodded with a slight smile. He approved of Jeet and Shobha, they were upscale and worthy of being Khanna family friends.
Angad leaned back indolently in his chair and chewed on egg sandwiches: Brother abhi tak so raha hai? College nahin jayega?

Naina looked upwards in worry: Main Teddy ko chai ke saath bhejti hoon, wo bhi kal raat 2 bajey lauta….TEDDYY!
Just then the doorbell rang. The omnipresent Teddy opened the door and smiled in welcome. Ms. Ridhima Jee, aayiye. Main Madam ko batata hoon.

Kaun hai, Teddy? Naina got up, saw her neighbour's daughter and raised her thin eyebrows : Arey Ridhima? Itni subah subah, kya baat hai? sab theek toh hai naa?
Ridhima smiled awkwardly: Good Morning, Auntie! Main wo…Armaan se ek text book borrow karni thi, aaj class ke liye chahiye.

Naina smiled graciously: Achha, theek hai. Teddy, Ridhima ko upar le jaao aur chai bhi le jaao. Ridhi, tum kuchh logi?
Nahin Auntie! Main naashta karkey aayi….

Ridhima passed the dining room with a bright smile : Good Morning, Uncle, Angad bhaiya.
Dilip nodded.
Good morning, kiddo! Angad smiled fondly at the girl he considered a younger sister.
Dilip frowned after her: Yeh yahan kya kar rahi hai?

Naina explained the purpose of her visit.
Dilip mocked: Toh ab Dr. Gupta apney beti ko text books khareedkar bhi nahin de saktey.
Angad made a face: Its just for reference, Dad. Aap nahin samjhengey.

Ridhima followed Teddy up the stairs and entered Armaan's bedroom, still dark and slumberous.

Armaan was sleeping on his tummy, his shoulders buff and bare over a muscle Tee. He was snoring softly, Ridhima suppressed a giggle when she heard that.

Teddy removed the curtains to let in daylight but Prince Armaan didn't wake up, lost in dreamland where he danced and flirted with Monica, Preeti and various other girls. Teddy was bending to wake him up when Ridhima stopped him: Main jagaa deti hoon, Teddy.

Teddy nodded gravely and left the room. Ridhima looked around and found what she needed. She picked up a straw from the table and approached the bed with a naughty smile on her pretty face.

She tickled his ear with the straw. Armaan slapped his ear and groaned, turning on other side. She giggled and brushed the straw on his neck. He squirmed and slapped his neck, muttering….Shoo! machchar shoo!

Ridhima controlled her bubbling laughter somehow and tickled his arms. Armaan groaned in his sleep: Mommm, ghar mein bahut machchar hain…get lost!
Slap! He slapped his own arms, then cheek.
She giggled and poked the straw in his nose.
AAAAAHHHHHCHHOOOOOO! He sneezed violently and scrambled up, looking around for the tickling culprit. He grabbed her wrist before she could escape.

WHAT THE ****! …he glared at her in the semi-dark room, then recognized her and yelled: BASKET! YOU!
Ridhima stared wide-eyed at him, startled at getting caught.

(to be continued)…..

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pallavi

Edited by pallavi25 - 16 years ago

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nycdesiqt

@nycdesiqt

Dazzler

Posted: 16 years ago

#68

wow!!! i come back and this is the first thing i see lol!
i hope u didn't miss me much hehe i did though
3rd year of pharmacy school got to me this semester...couldn't keep up here in the fan fic world but i will be back in 2 weeks after finals and my comments willl start flowing
will also comment on haunting, ami je tomar, and this one later on
i love this one already it has all my fav couples
see ya soon :)

btw its Rima aka desiqt8806 (i changed my username)

Edited by nycdesiqt - 16 years ago

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Sumi_162710

@Sumi_162710

Rocker

Posted: 16 years ago

#69

Nice part. Must say U hav managed to show each character very nicely. So Sujal's past is Kashish only. Thats really a gud news.

I'm happy the way Angad behaved wid his Dad. Even he supported Riddhima like an elder bro. This scene was really nice.

And of course Prachi n Riddhima's bond was also very sweet.

W8ing 4 the next part. PLS CONTINUE SOON.