Her cream complexion, soft skin as a baby, round face, hazel eyes , rosy lips and her twirly curly hair. No words to describe her. She was the beautiful Punjabi girl you would ever meet. Her sweet talks, when she blushes, and her laugh. She was Geet Handa. A girl you would never meet. Loves her family a lot but hate rich people. Hated rich people and would never marry someone from a rich kingdom.
Ay Rabbe Preeto. Chalde kar. If I'm not home by 4 you know what will papa do to me. - I said worrying.
Geet rook. Let me just get the notebook from my bag. Here. Now go - Preeto said.
Thank you. I will give it to you tomorrow okay. Bye Preeto - I said.
Preeto is my best friend. From 5th standard. She's the only friend I have. Because my papa is too strict. He doesn't like me staying up late, coming home late, and never wants me to talk to boys. But I have one friend that is a boy. My neighbor Dev. That's the only boy I can talk too with my papa permission. Dev is just a naughty boy. He love's to bet. Today I am late. I am suppose to be home at 4 but today Preeto borrowed my notebook and she couldn't find it but it was in class. I only have 10 minutes to reach or I will listen to my papa yelling.
And there I saw the gol gappe cart. I just love gol gappe. Ay rabbe. Geet it's too late. But nothing would happen. I'll reach home in a minute. I'll just get one gol gappe and go. I went to the gol gappe cart and I was waiting for my gol gappe.
Until I heard a car speeding to full speed. He turned right to where I was standing. The car splashed through the mud puddle and sloshed it to me. I was covered with mud. I took off my shoe and threw it to the car. It hit the car window making a bam sound. And that's when the car stopped. That's what they get when they panga with Geet Handa. The car reversed back and the tinted black windows of the car rolled down.
That's when I saw a guy wearing black sunglasses. I could tell it was a rich guy. A black Mercedes car. And he had a driver driving it. Pagal rich people.
Geet was abut to speak but that guy interrupted her.
What the freak… can't you see your stupid shoe will put a mark on my brand new car. Are you crazy or something? - he said furious.
What? You splashed mud on me and your worried about a little dent. What a stupid and rudest person I ever met. Richie Rich - I said.
Well you should have not be standing on a corner that has a puddle of mud. - he said.
Excuse me you should not be driving in a full speed. Richie Rich - I said mad.
Richie Rich? Seriously. Don't you know who I am? - he said.
No and I would never want to know who you are? Your just pagal, bandhar, kamina, kutta person I ever met. - I said furious. Sorry babaji for this bad words.
Hey you better be quite or I will complain a case on you - he said pointing at me.
Go ahead I'm not scared. I am Geet Handa. - I said walking off.
I walked off but I heard a faint voice of him saying:
" I'm not done with you Geet Handa, I'll show you who is Msk"
To be Continued... 
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