Bachpan ka pyar...part 1-32 - Page 12

yey great precap loved it a lot

this is fantabulous update...

aww! hope their story will start again!

I am v v excited update fast and plse pm it to me

Just read both the parts they were super awesome. So sweet of him to give her a rose. Though they r seprated for a long time. Nw v r going to hv arhi alone in canada university. Wow! Update soon.

loved it!!!!!!!!!!
amazing part
the unspoken words their heart and eyes speaking to each other was beautiful
👏👏👏
continue soon

Part 8

garima: khushi, did you pack all of your clothes. Books, devi maiyaa ki murti, everything.

Khushi: gee amma, I have packed everything. And dont worry, I am just going to study. And will be back for the holidays. Until then you have payal to eat your brain out. Hehe. She laughed and reassured her mother that she would be fine.

Garima: your baubuji is waiting in the car. He said that he will drop you off to the airport.

Khushi: wait, I forgot something. She ran back upstairs to her room and took her hand trolly with her. She placed it on her bed and put a frame inside. How could I forget this. She thought. I knew I wouldnt be able to sleep without seeing it. Sigh. She closed her hand trolly and went back downstairs.

Shashi dropped khushi off at the airport and father and daughter had a heart warming good bye.

Shashi: if anyone ever bothers you, call me and I will send my gunday over. He laughed. Any boy ever bothers you, you let me know. And khushi.. one last thing. Ghar ki izzat beti ki hath main hoti hai. Yeh hamesha yaad rakhna.

The announcement mentioned khushis flight. She hugged her father and was off. To start her new life. Alone. To estblish her self as an individual. She needed this couple of years just for her. She knew that she was always living life for others. And would do so after marriage as well. She would live for her family. But these years, were hers. Only hers. She owed herself this much. Which is why she opted for attending a university farther away. Her parents were against it at first. But her father understood her. And agreed. Garima could not say anything after shashi had given her permission. For some odd reason, when she emailed aish, he kept on insisting that she apply to the university of toronto. He said he knew a few people there and that the program there was to her liking and suited her for what she wanted to do. He was very very persistant. She didnt know why. But she agreed. And got in. she shared almost everything with aish. And aish did the same. But they never sent each other their pictures. She was against it. She could trust them enough to stay as an anjani, but never trusted anyone in her life enough to take anything more than a friendship level. And she always thought of aish as a friend. But her heart kept on making her move a bit forward. She never let it. She kept a strict control over her heart. Because she had given her heart away to someone, a long long time ago. Someone she never met for the past few years. Or heard of. She did keep in contact with anjali, but not that much. Eveyrone became busy with their own lives. And eveyrone changed. They all matured physically and mentally. Khushi was no more a preteen or a teen. She had grown into a beautiful young woman. Long black straight hair. Slim figure with the perfect curves. Big brown eyes. Pink lips. But one thing that never changed was her roots. She still would look down if there was any elder near or a male near. Kept a low voice, except with friends, and especially when watching salman khan movies. She was still indian at heart and body. Danced like the true bollywood dancers. Loved only bollywood music. Studied, cooked, everything. One of her best friends had also gotten into the same program as her and went with her. Her name was minta. Minta patel. Also very beautiful young lady. Minta and khushi would joke around with each other. Luckily both of the girls had also become dorm mates.

Both arrived at this huge campus. Surrounded by trees, and nature. With massive buildings in the center. The girls managed to find their dorms located on the other side of the campus. And started to unpack. Life was just beginning for them.

Minta: hey khushi, you can take the room on the right. It has better sunlight. You and your light. Waking up to it. God knows how you do it. Sunlight makes me melt. She laughed and proceded to her room.

After unpacking the girls decided to take a tour of the campus. They still had two days before classes began. And wanted to become familiar with the routes and classes.

Both walked together talking and figuring out their ways when some one hit khushi while walking. It was this medium height guy. He seemed to also be in first year. Scared of the new place yet eager to figure it all out.

Khushi was mad, how dare he hit me while walking. First day and this happens. God knows what will happen afterwards.

Chettan: hi, im chettan. First year, first day. Sorry. I didnt mean to hit you. I was trying to find my way around. He let out his hand for a hand shake.

Khushi raised both of her hands for a namaste, ignoring any type of contact.

Minta: hi, im minta, and this is khushi. Dont worry, she wont shake your hand. Shes a true desi girl. Hehe. Minta shook his hands and asked him to join in with them and walk around. Chettan agreed and khushi looked at minta furiously. How could she ask a total stranger to walk with us. Ugh. Minta bhi na. After a little while, she felt a bit tired, and noticed that minta and chettan seemed to have hit it off. She excused her self and started to walk back to her dorm. It was not evening and the hallways were mostly cleared. Everyone was resting in their dorms. Chan chan chan chan. Khushi still wore only one of her payals. She never wore another pair. She always felt that if he had one, and she had the other, they would always be connected. She tried to take out her keys from her pocket but they got stuck in there. She looked down and continued walking.

BANG.

Before she knew it, she had twisted and fell, but was caught by someone in their arms. Her eyes were closed shut and hands covering her face. She had held her breath. Fearing that she might have fallen down. When she realized that someone was holding her. She slowly opened her eyes. And moved one hand. Her big brown eyes, with kajal delicately outlining the almond shape of her eye saw the face of the person whom she bumped into.

All she saw was his eyes. Those eyes. She knew those eyes. They seemed very very familiar. She moved her hands and opened the other eye as well. His face. It seemed very very familiar. She knew this person. But wasnt quite sure. She didnt want to seem like a fool by assuming anything. Or anyone for that matter of fact. She stayed diagonal to the ground. Still in the strong arms of this man. His black hair. With one or two strands hovering over his forehead. He had glasses. Frameless glasses. Covering chocolately brown eyes. With filled lips. Outlined with a perfectly maintained goti. His masculine facial features sent a current down her spine. Time stood still for the both of them.

He stared at her. Her pink lips, big brown eyes. But noticed one bang covering her face. He slowly moved one hand from below her and balanced her on only one arm. And gently moved that strand which was disturbing his view. And tucked it behind her ear.

Her heart started to race. His heart started to race. She held her heart and he noticed that she wasnt comfortable. He slowly raised her up and twised their bodies back so they stood up straight. He moved his arm from around her and she quickely moved back. Taking a small gulp.

Silence was heard throughout. Both still lost in each others eyes.

"ahem"

it was minta. She cleared her throat.

Minta" I hope I am not disturbing. She smiled and winked at khushi.

Khushi got back into reality.

Khushi" no.. pata nahin kahan say yeh agae. Aur hummay gira nay walay thay. Daikh kar nahin chal sak thay hain kya. She was now angry. Even though she never met any male eye to eye, but this one had almost made her fall. She always faught for her rights. She kept on yelling and blabbering off. The man just stared at her and smiled. With his arms crossed infront of him. He kept on shaking his head and smiled.

Khushi: ap gongay hain kya. Behray bhi hongay. Sunai nahin day raha hai kya. Naam kya hai apka. Apko report kar na hai. Jaldi batayeh.

Minta was trying to calm khushi down. She never saw khushi so worked up before. It wasnt like her.

Minta started to pull her and walk. Khushi turned around once more and gave him a cutting look.

She turned her head around and started to walk.

The man noticed that khushi had dropped her keys and picked it up. He slowly followed them but a a distance. Khushi put her hands in her pocket to get they key.

Khushi: hey devi maiyya, chabi kahain gae.

Ahem. She tunred around to see him the same man holding her key.

Khushi: ap. Ap hamara peecha kyon kar rahay hain. Chabi. Meri chabi. Ap kya koi pocket mar hain. Meri chabi apkay paas kaisay ae. Ab tho apko naam batana hi parayga. Main dean ko batadongi. Jaldi batayeh.\

he smirked. What a smirk. Minta almost fainted seeing that killer face, killer ada. She had difficulty standing up. She leaned on khushi and khushi helped her stand up straight.

All he did was tilt his head and opened his mouth.

Then closed it. Nah he thought . Let me enjoy this. He turned his head towards minta and took out a hand to shake. Minta immediately obliged and started to frantically shake this guys hand.

All his said was... hi... (remember the scene after the teri meri, arnav and his HI. Its that HI)

minta almost fainted.

He continued. "my friends call me... laad governer." he looked at her with a full smile and turned around and walked away.

Khushis eyes flung open and a smiled crept up on her face. She whispered. "arnav?"

precap: have none, becuase i have no idea wht i am gong to do next. :S hehe...will think of something fast..

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