FF 'Kaho Na Pyar Hain' Updated PART 20 PAGE 86 - Page 5

sory for d late comment

busy wid my studies...

well all d 3 parts r awsome dear...

nd yaar gurmeet ko ricksaw wala bana diya🤣

Previous Part: Link to Part 3: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/50516643

"Kaho Na Pyar Hain"

Part 4

It was getting cold in the city, but the chill that people felt wasn't only due to the weather.

The frosted gates of the college symbolised the caged feelings of one's frozen heart. The muscular body drenched in sweat was moving around the pitch as if he was running to grab what was gone. The ground beneath him shook up, the velvet blue sky above him lowered itself to shelter him in its embrace. Nature was the only witness of this mans pain, which remained caged in one part of his heart. His life is like a beautiful rose, he is content but that one thorn pricks him from time to time.

He looked across the pitch and saw a shady figure forming on the long green razor sharp grass. Covered in blue, she was resembling a Smurf, short and round she was, only the white hat was missing to become the perfect Smurf thought the naughty mind of Khushal.

He jumped in front of her with his long legs taking no time at all as if he was a Kangroo. The short dynamite of a girl was frightened hitting her handbag on his face. "Ouch!" shouted Kushaal massaging his tender eyes. "Tum mare peeche kyun pare ho?" Exclaimed the short Smurf like Manvi looking at him in anger reconignsing him from this morning. "Dhurapadi ki piche agar Dhuryadan na hoga toh kiya hoga?" questioned Kushaal laughing at her like an evil king. Manvi pulled a face at him walking off to the car park that was positioned besides the pitch.

"Uff! bhari katilana adah hain bhai" whispered Kushaal to him self going back to his running.

Maanvi reached the magnificent car park which was full of high class cars. She scanned them all and reached a pink scooter that her sister Khushi was trying very hard to start. "Vrooom vrooom vrooom" "hi di ye aap kya kar rahi hain?" said Manvi. "Trying to start this Khambakt, Jo start hone ka naam nahi le raha" told Kushi in despair. "Di yeh tho aaj start hi nahi hoga main jaa ke rickshaw rukti hoon" stated Maanvi, saying so she walked off to stop a rickshaw.

Kushi was still trying to start her scooter, she was getting annoyed with this daily routine she had to carry out everyday after college. In her rage she screamed "Iski toh maah ki'" kicking the scooter really hard. "Ouch!" she shouted loudly, hurting her delicate foot.

Kushi wasn't happy, her foot was in pain causing streams of tears running down her pink cheeks. She gently sat herself down on the scooter and waited for her sister, chewing masses of gum. The cold air targeted her face, blowing its air on her like she's a queen with maids cooling her down.

She spins her eyes around the big car park searching for entertainment but has no luck. She does it again and again until she spots a light skinned, handsome man wearing a black velvet waistcoat coming in to the car park. Her view of him is disturbed, as the rushing wind causes the bushy trees on front of her to wave, weaving an obstacle on front of her eyes.

The wind which was playing her maids earlier, became her reason to complain. She bends her head slightly to the left trying to get another eye full of this man. She sees his long toned arms hanging by his side, his creamy face glistening in the cold, his muscular legs walking towards her in an completely stylish way. "koi raja, maharaja jaise dikta hain" she mutters forgetting her aching pain.

His stumping footsteps gets louder and louder as he takes each step closer to her. The sound of his foot steps matched the sound of her stumping heartbeat, She was feeling scared questioning herself "has he seen me looking at him?"

Barun didn't notice her looking at him, as he didn't notice her sitting on the scooter, passing her by walking towards his long white Lamborghini parked on front of her.

"Ajeeb insaan hain" thinks Kushi in her mind looking at his car.

Barun sits in his stylish car, opening his windows. He stars off his car "vroom vroom vroom" "what the" Barun exclaims having difficulty starting off the car. He tries again "Vroom, Vroom, Vroom. From the pressure of the engine all the black oil and dirt shoots out from the exhaust pipe covering Kushi's beautiful face.

"Tera shabanash ho" cries Kushi in her anger. From the loud racket outside Barun steps out his car and says "What the" like as if he had seen a ghost. "Tumne yeh kiya kia, hai mera cheraa" shouts Kushi going on and on. "maina kiya kia?" Questions Barun. "Hai mata rani, iss admi ki nakre toh dikya, phela mere cheraa karab kor diya' Ab kheta hain maine kiya kia" says Kushi looking up at the cloudy sky.

Barun gets angry, her moans stings his cold ears. "Chup!" Barun shouts. Kushi doesn't stops, she complains and complains causing Barun to walk off to his car.

Barun grabs a white water bottle from inside his car and speaks "yeh loh, tumara chera saaf kar doh". "Main tumara paas aah nehi sakti" Kushi claims as she hurtted her legs earlier.

Unaware of this fact, Barun gets angry. The blood in his veins rushes to his head, his sharp eyes turn dusty red and he walks towards her holding the water bottle in his strong hands. Kushi stares at him patiently thinking he will be grabbing her the bottle.

He rips the blue lid off as quickly as he can, positioning the bottle over Kushi's head.. and he pours the water.

Kushi feels suffocated whilst the water binds a relationship with her face. Barun stares at her, he sees the narrow streams of water working as a magical potion cleaning the black dirt, revealing a white tanned face. The water works it way around her beautiful face, her red juicy lips shines out making it visible to Barun eyes. The long traditional earring in her ears dances with the water waking Barun up from his delight.

He realises the water had stopped pouring, and Kushi is now clean. He aims the bottle at the litter bin, throwing it in with out a miss and walks off to his car. He sits inside and calls home for a car.

Kushi was now feeling cold, she didn't enjoy the arrogance of this man. She felt like walking to his car, grabbing him by his collar and giving him an earful, but she was unable to do so.

"Di ye kiya hua, barish aya ta kiya?" Said Manvi looking at her sisters wet appearance. "Han, aur sirf mujhme garej ke chaala gaye" replied Kushi staring at the white car.

Manvi looked puzzled as she knew it didn't rain. "Yeh kaunsi barish hain?" Questioned Manvi. Kushi ignored her question saying "tumhe riksha mila?" "Han di, chale" said Maanvi happily. Kushi, however was unable to walk forward due to the pain in her leg. Maanvi asked "kya hua Di?" Kushi moaned "kuch nahi mera per dhuk raha hain because of the manhoos scooter!" Maanvi laughed and supported her sister to the rickshaw.

Whilst sitting in the rickshaw Maanvi spots Duryadhan, he was continuously running as if he was running a marathon. "Daur to aisa raha hain jaise koi gold medal le kar ayega" spat Maanvi pulling a face and maintaining eye contact with him.

Kushaal's eagle eyes spotted hers, "dhek tho aisi rahi hain jaise mujhe ka jayegi" he thought to himself running through the car park to reach home.

The white Lamborghini stood in the car park alongside the pink scooter, in this long dark night the two met, and will become companions to warm each other in this lonely surrounding. As if it was a conspiracy by God to unite two souls into one.

Barun finally reaches home, to a warm family sitting around the dinner table. Piping hot italian delicacy was served on the plates, when Gurmeet shouts "Barun, tum aaj college se itna late?"

Barun: "ha bhai, late hogaya aaj.. The car broke down"

Gurmeet: "don't worry, khaal Adi koh college bejh dhunga mechanic ke sath" "Tum fresh ho kar ah jao dinner karne". "Jhi bhai" said Barun walking up the royal red stairs rapidly.

Dressed in an elegant traditional white saree, jewelled with pearls, she was a lady with cultured values but is very much modern. She showers immense love to her grand children, and single handedly brought all three up. She sat at the head of the table, and as soon as Barun freshened and came downstairs, the entire family started to enjoy the italian cuisine. Prachi was the first to gobble up all her food. The dinner was interrupted by a ring at the door. It was none other than Adi, who arrived with a big brown envelope. Prachi went upstairs thinking it to be her brothers business related work.

Adi walk's towards the grand ancestral dinner table which had unique designs carved on its hard greek wooden body. "Namste dadima" he stuttered pulling his black rounded glasses up his boney nose. Not noticing the turkish rug made out of zebra skin, he tripped with his big brown leather boots which looked as if they were mini teddy bears. As he fell SPLAT on the ground the big brown envelope went flying across the room like an angel opening it's wings. The items which treasured in the envelope, exploded like rose petals on the Sobti Chaudhry family. "What The" Barun exclaims.

Gurmeet gave a knowing grin, when all of a sudden a picture landed on his plate serving himself as a hot dish.

Gurmeet looked at the picture closely, it was of a young aged man, he had glowing wheatish skin, his features were defined, his smile was affectionate, he looked as if he was a god given gift, a ready made husband for Prachi.

Precap:

Kiya Dulha ka sehra shuana hoga?

Samne wala kirki main kaun hain ukra ukra????

Gurmeet koh kyun aya Ghusa??

Shabir ki Shub Kadaam??