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INDEX:
Intro: pg 1
Part 1: pg 10
Part 2: pg 20
Part 3: pg 30
part 4: pg 40
part 5: pg 51 : https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/27585660
part 6: pg 62: https://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=1287146&TPN=62�
part 7: pg 76: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/1287146/it-had-to-be-you-part-11-ar-ff-pg-131-4-26-10?pn=76
part 8: pg 90: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/28303830
part 9: pg 104: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/28963489
part 10: pg 119https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/29341229
part 11: pg 131: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/29661034
Hi everyone
As my computer has crashed and I cannot write my next update for Pehchan till I get word installed back on my PC, I thought I would post a preview of my next AR ff. As I had promised, I will write a sequel to DYM, but this is not technically a sequel, just written in similar style. The difference is the narration has been done by Armaan this time and not Riddhima.
It's called IT HAD TO BE YOU
Here is the song and movie which inspired me to write this AR ff (Harry met Sally- one of my all time favs). Song has been sung by harry Connick jr:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5PbVrorP2A
PREVIEW:
She was the first (non relative) girl who saw me naked for the first time.
Now, don't get any ideas guys.
She was two, and I was three. She was a smarty pants not in training pants any more but in pink Dora 'big girl panties.'
Me- I was too lazy and a bit too comfortable in my diapers. She walked in when I was enjoying playing with *cough*cough*-you know what -while mom changed my diaper, slapping my hands intermittently, reprimanding me for my offensive behavior, "ARMAAAN!"
"Mama....look...look...he is a boy....just like daddy!"
"Sshh! Riddhima beta.....aise nahin kehte!" her mom was mortified.
My mom chuckled and strapped me back into my pants, "Riddhima you're right beta......smart girl! Kaash Armaan bhi tumhare jaisa hota."
"Armaan is a smart kid too Shivani."
"I am not sure Padma. I am worried about this boy. He barely says anything and is not interested in potty training either. How did you train Riddhima at such an early age?"
"Baby Einstein!" Padma auntie retorted.
"BILL COULD YOU WRITE THAT ON THE GROCERY LIST? BABY EINSTEIN!" Mom hollered at my dad who was too engrossed in the New York Giants game.
Happy to be free once again, I trotted around the living room while mom and Padma auntie compared notes on their 'Toddler Einsteins.'
Riddhima sat in a corner, turning the pages to a book, while I ran around in circles dismantling the remote control, then my mom's phone and when I realized no one was paying attention, I did what I was bet at- hurled the home cordless phone at her.
"BAH! BAH! BAH!" She let out a screeching wail, a bucket full of tears ready in less than half a second. How do you girls manage that? I still wonder, after all these years.
"ARMAAAAN!" Mom yelled at me, "why did you do that?"
"Plaaay.....plaaay..." is all my delayed speaking skills could muster.
"Shivani....we will make a move now....anyways it's close to bedtime."
"Sorry Padma....you know Armaan did not mean to hit her."
"I know....but boys will be boys," Padma auntie held her little princess close to her chest, shielding her from any more missiles, or rather me.
"Time out Armaan!" Mom pointed to my favorite corner of the room- my punishment. Little did she know, I loved that corner. That's where I could be myself- superman, batman or the Ninja Turtles- in my imaginary world, away from Baby Einstein and constant comparisons to all the precocious desi kids in New York City.
.......to be contd....after PEHCHAN is over
Intro: pg 1
Part 1: pg 10
Part 2: pg 20
Part 3: pg 30
part 4: pg 40
part 5: pg 51 : https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/27585660
part 6: pg 62: https://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=1287146&TPN=62�
part 7: pg 76: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/1287146/it-had-to-be-you-part-11-ar-ff-pg-131-4-26-10?pn=76
part 8: pg 90: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/28303830
part 9: pg 104: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/28963489
part 10: pg 119https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/29341229
part 11: pg 131: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/29661034
Hi everyone
As my computer has crashed and I cannot write my next update for Pehchan till I get word installed back on my PC, I thought I would post a preview of my next AR ff. As I had promised, I will write a sequel to DYM, but this is not technically a sequel, just written in similar style. The difference is the narration has been done by Armaan this time and not Riddhima.
It's called IT HAD TO BE YOU
Here is the song and movie which inspired me to write this AR ff (Harry met Sally- one of my all time favs). Song has been sung by harry Connick jr:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5PbVrorP2A
PREVIEW:
She was the first (non relative) girl who saw me naked for the first time.
Now, don't get any ideas guys.
She was two, and I was three. She was a smarty pants not in training pants any more but in pink Dora 'big girl panties.'
Me- I was too lazy and a bit too comfortable in my diapers. She walked in when I was enjoying playing with *cough*cough*-you know what -while mom changed my diaper, slapping my hands intermittently, reprimanding me for my offensive behavior, "ARMAAAN!"
"Mama....look...look...he is a boy....just like daddy!"
"Sshh! Riddhima beta.....aise nahin kehte!" her mom was mortified.
My mom chuckled and strapped me back into my pants, "Riddhima you're right beta......smart girl! Kaash Armaan bhi tumhare jaisa hota."
"Armaan is a smart kid too Shivani."
"I am not sure Padma. I am worried about this boy. He barely says anything and is not interested in potty training either. How did you train Riddhima at such an early age?"
"Baby Einstein!" Padma auntie retorted.
"BILL COULD YOU WRITE THAT ON THE GROCERY LIST? BABY EINSTEIN!" Mom hollered at my dad who was too engrossed in the New York Giants game.
Happy to be free once again, I trotted around the living room while mom and Padma auntie compared notes on their 'Toddler Einsteins.'
Riddhima sat in a corner, turning the pages to a book, while I ran around in circles dismantling the remote control, then my mom's phone and when I realized no one was paying attention, I did what I was bet at- hurled the home cordless phone at her.
"BAH! BAH! BAH!" She let out a screeching wail, a bucket full of tears ready in less than half a second. How do you girls manage that? I still wonder, after all these years.
"ARMAAAAN!" Mom yelled at me, "why did you do that?"
"Plaaay.....plaaay..." is all my delayed speaking skills could muster.
"Shivani....we will make a move now....anyways it's close to bedtime."
"Sorry Padma....you know Armaan did not mean to hit her."
"I know....but boys will be boys," Padma auntie held her little princess close to her chest, shielding her from any more missiles, or rather me.
"Time out Armaan!" Mom pointed to my favorite corner of the room- my punishment. Little did she know, I loved that corner. That's where I could be myself- superman, batman or the Ninja Turtles- in my imaginary world, away from Baby Einstein and constant comparisons to all the precocious desi kids in New York City.
.......to be contd....after PEHCHAN is over
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