FF 'Kaho Na Pyar Hain' Updated PART 20 PAGE 86 - Page 2

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Barun was lost, he can only smell the scent from the scarf, he can only hear the noise from the bangles, despite only seeing darkness it seemed as if he had found light. Suddenly he felt as if he had been expelled from the seventh heaven, the music had stopped, the scarf had vanished, and his eyes unknowingly started searching for the unseen.

Moving fairly quickly in the distance he can see the waving scarf dancing to the tunes of the wind. The scarf was knotted tightly to a handbag which was hanging from the shoulder of a beautiful women. Barun can only see the back of the women, as she was walking forward. Her back was covered with an elegant red transparent indian dress, from it he can see her firm milky tanned skin. With out a blink, he stares at her back, like a hunter aiming for his victim, drowning to her hips swaying side to side, slowly she disappears and fades in the darkness. Barun has a glowing spark to his face, but he decide's to ignore the situation when he here's a call.

"Barun! Barun!" shouts the pretty women standing still in her high heels, waving her hand at him in joy. She asks "kaun hain woh pari? Jiski khwabo main tum koye ho?" Barun claims "koi bhi toh nahi" replying to her stupid comments. "Okay yaar gusa math ho" said Lavanya putting her arms around him. "Tumne kya suna hain, about the new guy coming to college today from Turkey?" says Lavanya trying to make conversation. "Toh! Mein kya karoon?" exclaimed Barun. Lavanya speaks again "Maine soona hain ki woh bahut dashing hain, so dreammmy'..". Barun interrupted "Mujhe tumara stupid bato ke liye time nahi hain" walking off.

Lavayna felt lonely, she has always been lonely being an orphan. She searches for happiness, her only dream is to be married and be pampered like how a mother cares for her child. Barun is her best friend from the age of 5 but unfortunately for her, Barun doesn't sees her anything more then a friend.

Downstairs Lavanya spotted, a speedy motorbike coming off it was the new hot topic of college .

Kushaal was confused, he didn't understand why his bade Shabir was proposing Drashti for him earlier. He had no interest of getting married, but did think Drashti was a yummy cookie. Lost in his own world, he felt a sudden warmth embracing him, it felt good, so he didn't want to let go.

"Hi, I am La" said Lavanya taking her self off from Kushaals warm body. "Hmmm, La, pretty name matching a pretty girl" announced Kushaal.

Lavanya: Kya mujse dosti karoge?
Kushaal: of course, hum toh yaro ka yaar hain..
Lavanya: that's great.. I like you.. she whispered with a smile on her face.
Kushaal: class chaale?
Lavanya: off course challo'

Lavanya's heart was beating really fast walking beside Kushaal. She felt as if she won the Jackpot in a bingo match.

Kushaal thought to him self, "ek ka shikaar kar diya, whose next?" moving his eyeball around the college. Not paying attention, he treaded upon something. His puppy like eyes looked down. He saw a light blue heavy beaded scarf trapped under his size 10 shoes. He bends down to pick the scarf up, not knowing it was still pinned to the lady standing a meter away from him. The lady shouts in her high speech vocal "kya tum dekh ke nahi chal sakte?" Kushaal looked puzzled answering back in chirpy tone "yeh kya dupata hain? Ya Draupadi ki saree? Joh itni lambi hain?" pulling the scarf. The girl spoke again grabbing the scarf off his hand "han, Drapaudi ki saree hi hain, tum joh Dhuryadan ki tara lagte hon".. Kushaal laughed finding her comments amusing. Before he had the opportunity to reply back to her, he sees her walking off to her group of friends.

He nods his head, moving his lovely fingers across his black hair. yeh komal komal, khaata khaata kya cheez hain bhai? he thinks, whilst the wind gushes its freshness on his evergreen face.

"Woh kya ta?" asks Kushi, dressed in a delicate red dress, smiling from her heart shaped bright red lips. "kuch bhi toh nahi di" replies the adorable, bubbly, spontaneous Manvi with a little cheesy look.

Kushi: "Jhoot math bolo.. tumara chera toh tomater jesa lal hogaya hain"

Manvi hesitates and fiddles with her blue scarf replying " nahiii di, pareshaan math karo na yaar"

Kushi: "pareshaan ji?, Toh ab main pareshaan kar rahi hoon, aur woh?"

Manvi: "Woh, Kaun?"

Kushi: "Dhuryadan" and laughs.

Manvi was shocked that her sister was listening to her conversation responding "di!! ' Yeh dekho usne kya kiya, mere pura scarf karab kar diya, and u are laughing at me"..

Kushi replies in a rather conniving way "haan ji, maine sab kuch dekha" and laughs again'

Her laughter echoes in the college and reaches the class room where Barun is sitting with a straight face. The laughter doesn't let him concentrate on his assignment, making him angry, therefore he goes to shut the class room window. He reaches the handle of the window, with his nice strong hands. He looks out the window and sees passing by the college gates is his brother Gurmeet, driving a rather unusual looking rickshaw.

The rickshaw was outdated and rusty and Gurmeet's cherry bottom was pricked on the hard steel surface of the seat. He drove the rickshaw as if he was a horse running for the grand nationals. His eyes were red in the anger he was boiling in, but he makes it to his office Vikram Construction named after his late Grandad.

On the main entrance to Vikram Constructions parks a big posh black Mercedes. Sat inside is Shabir in his black shades fixing his look on the rear window. Sat besides Shabir on the sexy snake skinned leather seat is Drashiti, looking forward to prove herself to her new boss.

Shabir sets his booted foot outside the car when he spots a dusty man stepping out of a rickshaw. Shabir smiles at Dhrashti and happily says "yeh dheko aaj kal rickshawala bhi suit boot main hain". "look se tho lagta hain koi underworld ka mafia hain" Dhrashti whispered by pulling a face after scanning his appearance.

The dirt on his clothes didn't do justice to his style, storming inside in a hurry. Shabir and Drashti were next to enter this enchanted construction company.

Shabir looked around for beautiful girls, as his first agenda is to get his brother married. He grinned at a group of ladies, who were dressed formally. "They must be employees" he thought, when he put his hand forward to approach one as if he was father christmas approaching its raindeer. The bubbles of his dreams went pop pop pop when a masculine hand took hold of his own arm.

Shabir had his eyes on the ground, and he saw legs covered with dust, he remembered seeing them before. He looked up and he said "main aisa aadmi nahi hoon" Gurmeet was puzzled saying "aap waise hi aadmi hain, jiski meri zoorat hain, Mr Aluwalayia" smiling.

Shabir: "Tum toh bade advance rikshawale nikle.." Ignoring the rikshwala part, Gurmeet said "mere cabin main chalo" Shabir replied "cabin kaha sa aya bhai?"

This made Gurmeet furious, he clenched his fist to turn this man black and blue, as all respect he had for Mr Aluwalia the great businessman was lost because of his childlike mannerisms. His fist was only 2cm away from Shabir's soft face, when a scream distracts him.

"Ruk Jao!" Shouts Drashti making her way to the centre were the two men were standing surrounded by the office staffs.

The scream gave Shabir an opportunity to escape the vengeance of Gurmeet. Drashti appeared in front of them and found this as being the golden moment to earn some brownie points to look good on front of her boss.

"rikshwala!! App Apne hadh main rahiye, agar app bhool gaye main sikao kya?" Dhrashti yelled at the top of her voice whilst she knelt down approaching her sandal.

Precap'

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