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Hey guys! So, inspired by @arisai's FF, Not Quite Prince Charming, I decided to write a story myself!

If you are wondering about how I was inspired, it's the hair cut...

Please let me know if I should continue! All kinds of feedback is welcome!

Prologue:

I stretched and looked over to the sleeping form on the bed next to me. Looked like Shaida hadn't gotten up yet. I vaguely remembered her saying something about wanting to go on the run with me. I shook her, and she groaned something about dinosaurs. I smiled, despite myself. She was one of the few who made me smile. I ran a hand through my hair, and decided that my pixie cut needed a trim. I remembered when I used to wear it ridiculously long, and my smile fell, as I remembered how much I had changed since then. I pulled on a Nike fleece over my sports bra, and pulled on my shoes. Flexing my toes, and plugging into some Green Day, I shut the door quietly, making sure the note was placed somewhere Shaida would see it.

I began to jog, nodding when I saw the people on the street. Smiling was a thing of the past. My feet moved soundlessly over the concrete sidewalks, and the wind whipped my face. The cold and pain was a welcome change from the numbness I had grown accustomed to.

I eventually made it to the mosque where Shaida and I had first met. She had been frozen, the hand marks visible on her almost blue skin. I had had my hair long still. The pain was as fresh as it had been twelve years ago. The spot I stood at was where I had been thrown, far away from the Devi Maiyya I had once believed in. The leering gazes the men gave me were apparent, and if it hadn't been for Khala Jaan, I would probably be one of the bountiful pros*****es the city had to offer. I wasn't Muslim. I doubt I will ever believe in God. The stars disappeared the day I cut my hair, as if it was my virginity, and that it was the key to communicating with my long dead parents. I smile ruefully, and head around the back of the building, where no one goes, where I can cry in peace. The tears stopped coming when my period did. I got a job soon after, knowing my life was never the fairytale I wished it was. Sometimes I wonder if I had been crazier than Anjali, with all my delusions that the world was wonderful. What goes around never comes around, and there is definetly no one sitting in the sky guiding me. I looked up as Azaad sat next to me.

"We have to leave today, Khushi."

"I know. I don't think Shaida wants to go."

"You'll have to take her!" He was agitated now, the anger on his face caused more by the drugs he took than the annoyance I was causing.

I put a hand on his shoulder, firmly.

"Are you high?"

"Only on the drugs you gave me, Khushi!"

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Part 1:

As she trudged past the mosque, determined to convince Shaida, and keep Azaad under control. She made up her mind to visit Khala Jaan, and thank her for her support and care. Then she needed to pick up Shaida and pack. The imports would start from tomorrow, and she would need Jija- or Aakash's help. He had promised her a favor, and it was time. How clearly she remembered the night she had almost died. She had been 19.

'Don't Arnav! Please!'

'Did you? Did you stop?'

She shook her head remembering how she had trembled violently. Then the tears fell, violent as ever, hot, and blurring her vision...

Khala Jaan opened the door. She was a stately woman. Her hair was always under her hijab, and her kind brown eyes gave nothing away to people about her horrible, desolate past, where her Abu had sold her along with drugs. She had originally planned to pray and leave, when she had seen Khushi.

'Please! Please! Just list-'

'We never listen to prostitutes like you!'

The women sneered, as their husbands pushed her away...

She had seen her spirit break, as she turned to the east, to face Allah, to face Mecca.

'Why? What did I do wrong?'

She threw the kangans she had been wearing on her wrists to the floor, where a small beggar child grabbed them greedily. Her sindoor was gone, washed away by the torrential rain. Her hazel eyes filled with anguish, her hair getting in the way of her removing her mang tika. She let out a keening wail, and grabbing a small razor from the edge of her sari, and she had hacked at it, furiously. Then she felt the kicks in her womb. Screaming, she took the razor to her wrists. It was that motion which awoke Shainaz. The same motions she had gone through. She pushed the razor aside, and picked up an unconscious Khushi. She took her home, and after gently cleaning her up, changing her clothes, and placing her on the bed.

She had woken up almost four hours later, and walked out tentatively. Her eyes had been swollen and red. She had asked where she was, and ran to cry in the bathroom, clutching her stomach. Then, after a month, when her hair had grown back unevenly, she had agreed to go back to the mosque. She had stayed in the bathroom, most of the time, and her waist was slowly getting bigger. Shainaz had known she was pregnant, and figured that Khushi would tell her when she wanted to. They had embarked upon Shaida then. She looked like she was barely six, and her hair was matted and wild. Her pale, delicate skin was blue, and her lips trembling from the cold. Khushi had swept her into her arms, and nodding at the women who passed her, took her to the house. She spoke, then.

"Can she stay?"

"Of course. But I have five conditions."

Her eyes flashed with anger, and then became distant again.

"Any contracts involved?"

"No. You need to shower, once a day, go to a doctor for your baby, get your hair fixed, get a job, and do something other than mope."

Her eyes had flashed again, and the spark grew.

"You think I don't want to forget all that he-"

Shainaz cut her off.

" I was made a prostitute, hon. By my own father. By the man I called Abu. Don't tell me whatever he did, because he was only one man, only one. I had to deal with hundreds. Different ones every night."

She had shut up then, and presented herself in a black salwar kameez the next morning. She had coaxed the girl's name out, once she got over her frozen-ness. 'Shaida'. They both were ready to start over, and leave the demons of the past behind. The doctor pronounced a miscarriage, and she had started taking BCPs, and exercising like hell every day. Soon, her periods stopped. The physical pain pulled her over the emotional kind, and she began working at a call center, where she first met Azaad. He had noted her sharp mind, and her detached self, and had decided that she was exactly what Salim Bhai had needed. He approached her, later, and she had said she needed time. The 'Sanka Devi' of Lucknow had long since died. In her place was a ruthless business woman, named Khushi. The Kumari-Gupta part had disappeared. She had stopped calling herself 'Gupta' when Payal had died.

Now, as Khala Jaan took in her sweaty form, she felt a tear prickling her left eye. Her hair was mussed, desirably so, and the tip of her nose was red from the cold. Her cheeks were pink, and she was breathing heavily. She could hear Billie Joe Armstrong from where she stood, and she quickly pulled an earphone out.

"Again? You need some new music."

She smiled, a genuine smile, and then said "I needed to thank you. Shaida and I will be leaving for Delhi tomorrow."

Shainaz put a hand up. "No need. Are Fatima and Zilal coming with you too?"

"Of course they are. How would Shaida live without them?" She hesitated, then went to hug the woman she respected the most. She reciprocated the hug, then pushed Khushi away.

"You smell! And I know I'm not your mother, but please be careful! Drugs are powerful! Don't do anything you'll regret!"

"I won't! I have Shaida with me to keep me safe."

She turned around and left, not looking back. She had done too much of that in the past twelve years.

Shaida stretched and was greeted by a note. "Ugh. She left AGAIN!"

She turned around, squinting when the sun hit her face.

Her large gray eyes disappeared from view, as she crinkled her nose. Her pale skin red on one side, as she had slept that way. Her long brown hair tumbling everywhere, she searched for a hair tie.

Khushi walked in, and saw Shaida waking up. "You should have come to the movie! There were-"

"Dinosaurs! I know! As always, you told me in your sleep."

Shaida pouted, and then sprung up. "Fatty! Fatty is coming over! I need to get ready!"

Khushi smiled, and watched as her younger sister got ready frantically.

They were happy the way they were. But now she needed to meet Salim Bhai. The details were to be passed on, and Delhi. Well, she would deal with that when she needed to'

Next part will be the Raizadas! And since the prologue got five pages, I'm gonna update when I get five pages! :) I hope I don't sound bi***y! Please like and comment!

Part 2:

He shook his head, the few gray hairs that were unnoticeable doing nothing to mar his godly features. Long ago had the mask slipped. Long ago had the anger faded. Long ago had the heart died. As he sat with the men he once deemed undesirable, he wept, for the women in his life. For his wife, who he had mistrusted when she was pregnant. For his sister, who had gone mad with grief. For his sister-in-law, who had died for him, for his Nani, who had deteriorated. For his mother-in-law, the woman he had trusted, and had his back stabbed by. For his mother, who had long been dead.

Then man on his left, named Happy, chortled, his voice slurred. "Arnavvv' Azaad is commmingg!" He hiccupped, then landed on the ground, as he always did. For a second, Arnav wondered who Azaad was, then picked up the unconscious man he treated as a brother. Aamir! He needed to check on his nephew. He slipped his glasses on, and wore the cheap sandals he had abhorred for the better part of his life. Arnav Singh Raizada. The name that had once emanated power, now brought to mind and image of a man without a soul.

Anjali Raizada was a special case. She had given birth to her son months before Payal Singh Raizada had been murdered by her husband' She was young again, no matter that her hair was dangerously close to being classified as white, and her son starting college. She didn't even recognize her once beloved Chote, and the son she had overdosed her husband on Viagra for.

As Dr. Bhanot opened the door to greet his most complicated case, he took a deep breath, to steady his nerves.

"Aap Agaye, ji?"

"You came?"

"Anjali, I-"

"Anjali? Phirse? Humne aapko kitne bar bola hain ki ap hume Rani Sahiba boley?"

"Anjali? Again? How many times have I told you to call me Rani Sahiba?"

"Rani Sahiba,-"

"Yeh huin na baat! Aab bataye, aap kyun itne dinon seh hume milne nahin aaye?"

"That's it! Now tell me, why are you here to meet me after so long?"

Shaleen Bhanot shook his head, as if to clear his head.

"I need you to think, Rani Sahiba! Chote! Khushi! Payal!"

She brought her hands to her head, the throbbing ache that had become a part of her life now steadily increasing to a jagged pain that threatened to overtake her.

"Nahin! Hume nahin sochna hain!"

"No! I won't think!"

Her mouth widened further, the ugly smile always on her face becoming an even uglier grimace. She let out a high, keening wail, as she remembered the night that haunted her dreams.

"Aap ne sahi kaha! Yeh dono behne aur inke pati neh hume dhoka diya hain!"

"You were right! These two sisters and their husbands tricked us!"

"Di?" Aakash and Arnav stepped forward, unable to believe that this was their Di.

Then Shyam stepped forward, a gun in his hand, aimed at Arnav.

Khushi's eyes widened, but before she could react, Payal had stepped forward.

It seemed to happen in slow motion.

The bullet, streaming towards her husband.

Her sister's slender body, flying to save her husband.

Then the shot, undecipherable from her sister's scream.

She ran to her sister, holding her head, and her hands.

"Jiji! Jiji! Aapne hume wada diya tha ki aap humare saath duniya dekhenge! Jiji!"

"Jiji! Jiji! You promised we would see the world together! Jiji!"

Payal lifted her hand from her stomach, where the bullet had settled painfully, and caressed Khushi's face, her blood leaving streaks.

"Mene baas tumhe Khushi diya, pagli! Jaise tumne mujhe diya?"

"I just gave you your happiness, crazy girl! Just like you did for me?"

Aakash pushed Khushi away, and screamed at his love, asking her to stay.

"Aakash, I love-love love y-y-you!"

She arched her back painfully, and then fell to the ground. Shyam had escaped, still unsatisfied, that Arnav hadn't been dead, and that Khushi still wasn't his. Om Prakash had tried to stop him.

They found his body, bloody, bruised and mangled, on the ground outside Shantivan the next morning.

As Shaleen watched, Anjali shook uncontrollably, then fell back into unconsciousness. He gently placed her on the bed, and wiped a tear from his eye, as he went to inform Salim Bhai.

Arnav walked upto Shantivan, opening the doors himself, and stepping into the darkness. "Aamir?"

"Chacha?"

"I'm home, beta. How was school?"

"You drank again, didn't you?"

"Do I ever not? Here, help me up?"

As Aamir took his Chacha's hand, and led him up the stairs, he marveled at how strong his body still was. Twelve years of drinking had done nothing to deteriorate his muscled, lithe body.

As they reached his room, Arnav unconscious, Aamir helped him into bed, and gently removed his shirt, and changed it, so Arnav wouldn't wake up to the smell of alcohol and sweat.

He walked back down, to sit in front of the mandir his mom had once so loved.

A tear slipped out. The house that had once been as calm as a tranquil ocean, now terrifyingly oppressing. When would it get better. As he got up to leave, his phone beeped. It was Salim Bhai.

"We'll be there tomorrow."

Note:

Okay guys, so you didn't meet the quota.. Meh... Silent readers: really? Is it that hard to press like or comment? I'm done with page numbers for now, and will post every Wednesday, hopefully. Writing is a stress buster, but I have a life outside IF, and it takes a lot of effort to write an update during my school year. I hope you will understand, and at least a couple more comments. Also, I'm going to take requests for any particular scenes or characters, etc. Please leave input in your comments. And if there are no requests, I'm guessing nobody read the note :P

This update is for @greatsumkum for the banner, and for @Aveiro, for editing, and cause it's her Bday! Happy b-day, cutie!

LOFLW Part 3:

Fatty walked in, trembly, and after nodding at Shaida, ran to the restroom, lest her tears be seen.

She remembered the words and blows she had left her house to.

"Run! That's all you can do, useless bitch!"

Then the blows. The ones that never failed to bring her to her knees. They hurt less than the words. They had driven her to almost suicide.

She bent over the sink, and sobbed silently, her lips stretching painfully over bruised skin as she wailed. She wailed for her lost childhood. For the brother she once had.

She heard knocks on the door, and looked up at herself into the mirror. Her gray eyes were pink. She would move over that by saying she had drunk too much last night. Then she tentatively looked to the almost purple marks on her jaw, where her stepmother had left no mercy. She tried to smile, and winced. Then, gritting her teeth, and opening up the messenger bag she had brought into
the bathroom, she pulled out the antiseptics she had been using since she was six. The door banged open, but she didn't let her concentration waver. She knew it was Khushi. It had always been Khushi, for the last ten years. She allowed herself to be spun around, and silently treated, throughout which she sat still. Then Khushi ventured to her cheek, and she couldn't hold back her hiss of pain. Khushi frowned.

"Again? What did she blow up on this time?"

"My s**tty outfit."

Khushi looked her up and down. The cargo shorts ended two inches above her knees, and the black Bob Marley shirt was a slight V-neck.

"I've seen her in worse."

She turned her around, and brushed the silky black hair over her shoulder, bringing the shirt up to look at the whip marks from last time. The welts were still there; they wouldn't leave, but they were definetly better.

"All done? Mom?"

Khushi stiffened, and Fatima Ahmed realized her mistake.

"Wait, Kay Bay! I didn't mean-"

"It's fine."

Her tone was short, and succinct.

Fatima stumbled after her, then decided that she would need to do more than apologize. With a brilliant smile on her slightly marred, yet still beautiful features, she whipped her phone out to talk to Salin Bhai, who doted on her like a sister.

"Bhaiya! I need some help!" she was unable to keep out the note of guilt in her voice, and Salim nodded knowingly.

"You said something to Khushi, didn't you?"

"Yes," her tone was pleading now. I called her mom."

The other side was quiet, save a sharp intake of breath.

" You shouldn't have."

"Bhaiya, it was a-"

"You shouldn't have. You of all people should know why, Fatima jaan."

She knew she was forgiven when her brother's favorite endearment was used. Others found it strange, and it was one of the many catalysts her mom blew at her for. She found it adoring, comforting to know that her Bhai considered her his 'jaan'

"So, Azaad, Shalen, and Eesh will be there soon. Ask them, jaan. They will help, as I am busy. I'll meet you later."

She hung up, enveloped in a sense of relief that only Salim would bring, and opened the door to the three guys in her life.

"Fatty!" three voices chorused, and she was enveloped in the smell of Coldwater, Polo Green, and Kenneth Cole. She smiled, and winced again, bringing a look of extreme rage to Shalen's face.

"Again?"

"Y-yes."

"Clothes? Or us?"

"Both."

He pulled her towards him, and kissed her, long and hard. When he let go, she was trembling, and close to tears.

"I'm sorry babe."

She shook her head, and gently cupped his face, kissing his forehead.

"Let's go."

He took her hand, and led her back to the rest of the group.

Shaida sat hand in hand with Eesh, smiling sweetly. Azaad stood a little away, smiling, but trying hard not to. He looked up as Fatty and Shalen walked in, gazing in each others eyes. He coughed as Khushi walked in, and the two couples were startled out of their reveries.

Khushi barked orders as soon as she entered, not caring whether the others were busy. Salim Bhai was waiting. It wouldn't do well to get him angry now,

The last shipment was in the trunk, and she had to go in and shower, She looked up as the three guys came down the stairs. Eesh came first, his sharp, angular face foreboding as always. Then came Shalen, a happy glow on his cute, cherub-like features, and lugging a cart from one side. Than came Azaad. His nimble fingers were drumming a rhythm on the other side of the cart. His eyes were sparkling, but a bit red, and as he came to land in front of Khushi, she gave him a slight slap on his head.

"Again?"

He merely grinned sheepishly. "I'll stop soon, Kay Bay!"

But Khushi wasn't paying attention. Her eyes were trained on the idol that lay on the ground, and the sindoor that had flown up to cover her maang. She remembered the day it had washed out in front of the mosque. She pushed Azaad aside roughly and ran up the stairs. It had been exactly twelve years.

"What? What'd I do?"

"It was in her.. In her maang."

Azaad's mouth dropped into a perfect 'O', and he reached a hand out to the stairs.

Then the two girls came downstairs, Fatty in a gray California Republic sweatshirt and jeans, with red doodled on converse. Her hair was in a bun, the first few layers falling across her face. Her ear piercings were on show, and she had put in her favorite, the one that snaked around her ear in the shape of a rose. Shaida followed behind her, in a Burberry coat, her hair perfectly curled, and the matching luggage set firmly in her hands. They were extremely different, but complemented each other perfectly.

The boys led the girls to the living room once again, where the rowdily watched a game of soccer. Khushi walked in, her hair damp, and her eyes slightly swollen. Azaad turned around first and let out a long whistle. "Damn, girl!" She was wearing a black kurta with light embroidery that was typical Lucknowi style. Her shawl covered her head, and her jeans were gone. In their place were leggings. She had a black duffel, and looked dressed to kill.

The doorbell rang again, and Khushi went to open it.

"Salim Bhai!"

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Love and Other Four Letter Words:

Khushi would reach Delhi, and Arnav would see her. They would forgive each other, but because of Khushi's line of work, would have to keep their relationship under wraps. Eventually, Shaida would find out, and would help them escape. The aforementioned eyes would be Shyam's other son, who would poison Salim. Arnav and Salim would get into a fight, and Salim would end up dead, taking a bullet from Arnav and extracting a promise to always keep Khushi safe. These main events would be intervening with daily happenings in the drug world. The four letter words were: Guns, Rose, Love, Kiss, Sexy, Drug, Wish, Dead, Fire. There would be parts, each five chapters with these headings. The epilogue would be the weddings of all the younger couples, including mystery girl and Aamir.

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Part 4:

A striking man walked in the room. His sleeves were rolled up, and his sharp, striking features piercing through everyone. His gaze flew through, and softened minutely when it landed on his so-called sister.

"Fatima Ahmed!"

His booming voice broke the silence that followed him everwhere. She smiled, and ran into his arms. He looked Eesh up and down, and the boy gulped.

"Coldwater? Good taste."

He gulped and stuttered, "T-Thanks, Sir."

Salim Khan nodded in acknowledgement at Azaad, who inclined his head in a half-bow.

As his gaze landed on Shaida, his frown relaxed once more.

"Shahi? Tum aapne Bhai jaan seh nazaar nahi milaogi?"

Shahi? You won't look at your brother?

"Woh.. Actually.. Mujhe laga tha ki'"

Well, Actually' I thought that you

"Were still angry?"

She looked up, fearful.

"I forgive you. But don't do it again!"

His voice emanated the rare power that he possessed.

She ran to his arms.

"Sorry, Bhai jaan!"

He hugged her, briefly, then thought back to when she had been abandoned, to her life before she met them.

She had been the illegitimate child of her s**t mother. Bargained into markets for her very available child body. It wasn't uncommon in Dubai. In fact, it was almost normal. She had been thrust into child prostitution, her body milked for all it was worth before she began menstruating. That day, so many years ago, she had begun her period. The other women, the ones who knew what it would mean hid the fact for an hour, then two. But the squalor they lived in didn't allow for 'days off' so to speak. The woman came in' The one they had to call Malika... She used them too. She found Shaida huddling in a corner, sobbing to herself, from the pain of the cramps. She had proceeded to give her a beating that left her within an inch of life.

"You useless bitch!"

Three blows to the head, the last one causing her to hit her head on the side of the table.

"No good c**t!"

Then kicks, to her abdomen, to her core, to her chest.

"F****ing sl**!"

Then slaps, with callous hands.

Her sobs and wails rent the room with an unnatural melody.

She was then dropped in front of the masjid, with nothing more than a threadbare choli.

Shaida Adham, six year old prostitute, was left to die.

She had stopped crying when feeling left her fingers. They were starting to turn blue. She smiled sardonically, and looked up with more heartbreak in her eyes than a six year old was allowed. She sat then, biding her time, deciding that dying would be better than going back.

The numbness had almost completely taken over when she saw a beautiful woman with uneven yet beautiful brown hair, wearing a sari walk up to her, and hold her hand. She looked into the hazel eyes, and began to close her own. She didn't remember much of that night. When she woke up, her hair had been clean, and free of knots. She was wearing boy's pajamas, and clean underwear, and she had been wrapped in a warm blanket. The woman next to her was wearing a loose, but more practical salwar suit, that had light flower designs on it.

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She ran her hand over the flower designs, then jumped back when the woman's eyes flew open. She raised her hand, and Shaida whimpered.

"Shh! It's okay' I'm not gonna hurt you!"

Shaida barely understood half of what the mysterious lady was saying, but the soothing tone calmed her down. They talked for the next hour, and Khushi found out that she was an abused child, and that her name was Shaida.

Their trust solidified the next day, when they headed to the doctors. As they walked in, a large woman pushed Khushi aside and kept walking, keeping her hand on her breast for longer than necessary. Khushi jumped aside, affronted. The woman turned around and gave Khushi a leering smile, revealing a mouth yellowed by 'paan' She smiled and dropped her card at Khushi's feet. "In case you're looking for a job, c**t!"

Shaida had begun trembling when the woman came into view. Khushi had pushed her behind herself, out of instinct, and followed her gut, peeking around the corner the woman had disappeared behind. Khushi turned around, and placed her finger on her lips, motioning for Shaida to remain silent. She looked again, and pressed her ear to the wall to listen.

"Listen, you mother f*****g b*****s! I'm looking for a six-year old, black hair, gray eyes, named Shaida! Seen her?"

Everybody in the reception shook their heads, and Khushi's eyes widened when she realized who this woman was. As the woman stormed past her again, She pulled Shaida behind her. Shaida tugged at the bottom of her kurta when the lady disappeared, and whispered a small, "Thank you!" Khushi fell for the girl, and decided that she would protect her from every possible harm then.

"Koi nahi! Tum to meri beti ho, hena Arnaaz?"

This was said louder than necessary, and as realization dawned on the girl's face, she smiled, and Khushi was momentarily blinded by the white teeth.

"Haan Mumma! Chalte hain!"

They went to the appointment Khala Jaan had set up, and were unaware of a keen pair of eyes following their every move.

Salim shook his head gently, and disentangled himself from Shaida's embrace.

"We need to leave, Zilai is getting picked up."

The last part was directed at Azaad, who was trying hard to look nonchalant, and failing miserably. When Zilal's name was mentioned, he stood up straight, and then corrected himself.

"We'll have to go in two cars. Azaad, you'll go with the luggage, and then when we meet Zilal, she'll be in that car. I trust you aren't high?"

He smiled, that devilish grin, and saluted Salim Bhai, the spring in his step evident to everyone in the room.

They shook their heads at the foolishness he displayed.. He was obviously in love with her'

Salim and Shalen worked together to load the trunk'

Azaad was texting furiously on his phone, letting Aamir know they were about to leave..

Aamir woke up in India, groggy, and confused, to the sound of his phone'

He smiled at the text, and then jumped.. They would be here soon! Arrangements would need to be made.

Slamming his lithe frame into his mama's door, he shouted a good morning and headed on to his morning run.

He stopped at the Rose Gardens, standing in front of the huge dome that captivated him since he was a child.

"It's beautiful, Chacha!"

He craned his neck to get a better view' That sexy voice was not escaping'

He looked around, and when he saw no one following him, began to climb the hill.

Her back was to him, but her beautiful flowing hair swung lightly in the breeze, and the layers were definetly exported..She spun around, her beautiful brows crinkled in confusion, and her eyelids obstructing his view.

"But why? How could you live like this?"

"They did, meri bachi, they did! Ab chalo, we have to walk a little. Aur haan, no more talking in English! You need to look like you're one of them!"

She laughed, a child's laugh, full of unbridled glee and mischief.

"Chacha, what was that? Aap ne bhi abhi abhi English mehi to bola?"

He laughed, resting his hands on his ample stomach.

"Beta! You know what I mean!"

"Yes sir!"

She finally looked at him, and Aamir knew in that second that he was a goner.

Shaida boarded the plane first. Zilal and Azaad were at a truce of sorts, not talking, yet acknowledging each other's presence in a way that was not hostile, yet not friendly. Shalen and Eesh walked in next, openly flirting with the air hostess. Then came Salim Bhai, who caused the air hostess to gulp, and unconsciously run her tongue over her lips. He was wearing a loose kurta, and his biceps were clearly visible as he held his bag. She bent down, and gave him a clear view of her ample cleavage..

He smirked, and put a hand out to help Khushi.

"Begum, tumhara seat waha pe hain' Tum jao aur beto, Me baas abhi aata hoon!"

Sweetheart, your seat is over there. Go and sit. I will join you in a moment.

"Woh.. Um.. I didn't know!"

"Don't assume things, sweetie.. You could get in trouble' Now go! Shoo!"

The waitress stood there for a moment in utter shock. She wasn't sure whether it was more the fact that she had been rejected or told to shoo'

Meanwhile, in Delhi'

The girl in front of him was dressed in a salwar kurta of sorts, but her hair was tucked behind her ears, letting him see her piercings. She shifted uncomfortably with the dupatta in her hands, and he caught a glimpse of a tattoo.

Oh! So she's a badass! This will be fun!

"Chacha ji! Let's go! Bhaijaan will be waiting there'"

She gave him a contemptuous look, and he fell more in love. Her brown eyes were piercing, and she was tan, not fair. Then he realized what she had said. "Bhaijaan."

Oh shit! And muslim too?

He shook his head and began to run, deciding the exercise would clear his head. After five minutes, he took of his shirt, which was drenched in sweat, earning him many appreciative looks.

He heard someone scream in the distance, and dismissed it as part of his imagination. As the screams began to grow louder, he stopped and ran in their direction.

He saw the same girl, trying to fight off a group of 'gundas', and her uncle lying unconscious on the ground.

He pushed her aside gently, trying to not touch her skin.

"Tu sale chutia! Jhaant ke juye! Tumhe kya lagta hain? Tum aise karoge Salim Bhai ki behen ke saath? Ja kute!"

Insult! Insult! What did you think? You will be able to do all this with Salim Bhai's sister? Leave, bas***d!

He punched the few men that were still standing and smiled in appreciation.

He turned around, expecting the girl to be with her uncle. But her nose was next to his, and her glare unforgiving.

"I expect you want payment now? A good long f**k should do?"

He held a hand up, lest she continue.

"I did what any man with balls would. Now, if you'll excuse me, Memsahib, I need to go."

She was left with her mouth open, staring off to where the mysterious man had disappeared.

He headed home to take a shower, and head to the airport.

Half an Hour later..

He stood with a sign, wearing something like this:

https://www.express.com/must-have-looks-1527/control/page/12/show/3/index.ens

He saw Salim Bhai approaching, wearing this:

https://www.bargello.com/Style+K356-348-Kurta+Suits-323-7064.htm

Behing him was Khushi:

Imagine a simple black salwar suit...

Then came Shaida:

https://www.charlotterusse.com/product/index.jsp?productId=12986199&cp=4078198.11025267

https://www.charlotterusse.com/product/index.jsp?productId=12934669&cp=4078198.4238873

https://www.ferragamo.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/TopCategories_31150_35551#/product/27665/6148914691233376015/500729

Then Fatima:

https://www.ferragamo.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/TopCategories_31150_35551#/product/27665/6148914691233376015/500729

https://www.zumiez.com/brands/obey/obey-girls-vandal-crew-charcoal-sweatpant.html

https://www.zumiez.com/vans-girls-authentic-lo-pro-pewter-shoe.html

Then Shalen:

https://www.express.com/must-have-looks-1513/control/page/8/show/3/index.ens

Then Eesh:

https://www.express.com/must-have-looks-1540/control/page/3/show/3/index.ens

Then Azaad:

https://www.zumiez.com/guys/t-shirts/diamond-supply-mined-over-matter-charcoal-tee-shirt.html

https://www.zumiez.com/guys/shorts/free-world-fink-khaki-ripstop-cargo-shorts.html

https://www.zumiez.com/shoes/guys-shoes/volcom-recliner-creedler-black-sandals.html

Then Zilal:

https://www.express.com/ikat-print-drop-shoulder-dress-45607-683/control/page/72/show/3/index.pro#jsLink

https://us.christianlouboutin.com/shoes-1/flats/glitz-nappa.html

They stepped out, looking very much the Avenger force, all unaware of a pair of eyes watching every move, Now the fun would begin!

PS ArHI, and high drama in the next update.. The longer ArHi scene is directly proportional to the amount of comments, and the first to comment gets to influence the next chapter, and read it first :D

PPS Since @--Aartz-- was the first to comment, she got to choose that this one would be about Khushi and Shaida's meeting! This will be all!

PPPS And add 'purplekidPMs' for PMs..

PPPS Um' I hope you don't get bored! It is LONG! That's it!:D

Part 4 and Character Sketch: https://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=2956876&PID=58555187�

IMPORTANT NOTE: https://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=2956876&TPN=16�