This part has 3000+ words, n so i don't want any complaints on the length of this FF.
Daniel rolled his eyes and rerolled them such that now they quite resembled a roller-coaster while the bacteria in their vicinity had puked their protoplasm out. But hey, it wasn't his fault. It was his peculiar surroundings that forced him to do so. Again, he sighed, as his eyes had spotted another Indian pair of women on the Delhi airport, dressed in bright and flashy outfits to readily colour-blind the bystander; fussing with the airport staff because they wouldn't allow them to carry their home-made bottle of mango pickle which according to them, contained pure mustard oil and one kg of perfectly dried mangoes, whose rate had hiked to Rs. 54/kg due to the negligence of the Indian government. How he wished that if only he could record that whole thing, dropping in comments occasionally, and submit it as the case of study of paranoids and aliens that existed on the earth; he would have surely been awarded with an A+ along with a "keep up the good work" from his cranky Bio teacher, Mr. Granger.
India was one good country to be in, he concluded. Everything was good about this country, the pleasant weather, the delicious food, the breathtaking view, the rich culture and history and the entertaining people...everything but the only reason to dislike his annual fortnight stay at this abode of the Gods, the hostess of their stay, his Buaji. His curious eyes spotted a fat figure scurrying towards them with a hand on her forehead, that seemed cello taped there, stupefying every person she came across with her loud ranting of "Hai re Nandkishore" on their faces. And then those people would follow their gazes to the direction in which they'd see that fat creature heading, spare their family a really pitied glance and then hurry on their way once again. Another loud Hai re Nandkishore from somewhere near brought Daniel out of his I-hate-my-life reverie and he raised his eyes a bit, only to meet the football sized ones of Buaji who affectionately pinched his cheeks (a bit too harshly) leaving them red and throbbing for quite some time. She continued remarking on how Daniel seemed to have lost another five kg making him look extremely skinny and unattractive which meant that nobody would marry him any time soon and that his mother should have started her search of a cultured Indian girl for him. "The way she has been saying this since all these past years, my weight now accounts to -10 kg", he thought amused. She moved on to Khushi and Payal and resumed her commentary.
Daniel, who now looked highly bored and was unable to find some fancy Aunties fighting, for his entertainment; stepped forward in order to get out of the stuffy atmosphere of the family reunion only to stumble because of something big. He reflexively extended his arms to catch it and that's when a girl happened to fall in them. Where he expected a suave and sexy Indian model to fall in them, much to his dismay, the lucky girl was Pammi, Buaji's 102 kg weighted maid. She fluttered her eye-lids flirtatiously as Daniel's horrorstricken face took in her appearance. She had her hair tied tightly in a side plait while her pitch-dark complexioned face was brushed unevenly with a bronzer as a poor attempt of make-up. She had put on a lipstick as red as blood while she gave him a big toothy grin in which he noticed bits of coriander of something similar stuck in her yellow teeth. Her red and yellow outfit along with her exotic smell of sweat, mud and dirt added to his disgust. Daniel looked here and there trying to spot his Buaji so that she could take Pammi away from him and noticed her busily dawdling away with a few other Indian women and his family, discussing a new sale in the Sarojini Nagar market, while all the cells in his body screamed for mercy as Pammi shifted in his arms slightly, her whole weight being supported by his poor hands. She wound her arms around his neck as to mark the beginning of her sycophantic arts and asked "How was your trip Danni-yaal ji?" while her hot breath, which smelled similar to rotten meat, washed over his face. And on saying that, she ran away from there with the nail of her index finger stuffed inside her mouth, as her sorry attempt of looking shy. Daniel shuddered all this while, begging God to have mercy on him and let him have a bath as soon as possible.
After a debate with himself for five good-whole minutes, Daniel decided to go back to the company of his family and the busily chatting Aunties to prevent himself from all kinds of physical harm from any Indian maid. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans and hurried towards them. On reaching there, he looked at his father's bored to death expression and pictured himself with a similar face in less than ten minutes. However, this time, he didn't seem to mind this torture at all! He was ready to do anything to escape another love attack from Pammi, lest she might change her mind about making a shy exit and come back in all her maid-glory, ready to drag him along with her to her cycle; tie him at the backseat with her duppata and then happily ride to Buaji's home while humming some Bhojpuri song. Daniel's body quaked with abhorrence at the mental image of the horrifying possibilities and this immediately convinced his ears to endure the vocal suffering.
And so, he was standing at the Delhi airport from the past one hour, his hands ready to rip the insides of the pockets of his jeans, all due to the intensity of boredom that he was now tolerating. However, much to his horror none of the ladies were planning to leave the airport anytime soon, all the credit to given to their big mouths. They had seemed to have discussed all the topics on this world, starting from the price-hike these days to the their choice of beverages, from to what cuisine of food they had expertise in preparing to the kind of shoes they prefer to wear, from the breed of the pet dog of Buaji's neighbor to why some daughter-in-law kicked her Mother-in-law out of her house in a random daily-soap and from SRK's latest scandal to the attitude that the rickshaw-drivers have these days - Every bloody topic except returning home! He sighed and sighed and sighed; and when there was practically smoke coming out of nostrils, he politely suggested going to Buaji's house and resting, lest she might not twist his ear for even uttering any harsh word. And he really had to control his urge of doing a chicken dance at the very place, when Buaji had given her consent for his insinuation after giving it a real good ten minute thought, as if he was asking her if he could campfire in the forests of Africa. Huh!
On reaching their house in Laxminagar, Daniel shoved open the old creaking door practically plopped on the 2 century old bed of Buaji's resulting in two things:
1. The bed groaning due to sudden and heavy weight.
2. Buaji giving him a thirty minute lecture on not ruining any property her house, and saying a "hai-re-nandkishore" after every 15 seconds.
But Daniel didn't give a damn to anything. His body was aching very badly and he didn't trust it to remain in one piece anymore without receiving some good amount of rest. Maybe that was the reason why he dozed off in the middle of Buaji's speech causing her to Hai-re-nandkishore for another half an hour and for Khushi to hide secretly behind Buaji's noisy furniture, trying to record as much as she could of her aunt confidential talks with a non-existent person, to present as an evidence for her being half-mad to the police; lest she tries to kill her in future for wearing shorts and skirts.
After about an hour of pacifying and lame justifications from Shashi for his children's behavior, Buaji at last tried to calm down and grabbed her Pooja thaali after stuffing a bell in Payal's hand and asking her to ring it while she sung the evening aarti in her hoarse voice, much to the misfortune of Payal's ears. After about fifteen minutes, as she sang the last verses of her prayers, she grabbed a pair of incense sticks along with her thaali and started roaming with them in the entire house, with a continuously ringing bell following her. As she neared the room which was assigned to the siblings for their stay, a curious noise attracted her sharp ears, making them perk up instantly. She crouched towards a wall, with the incense sticks and thaali clutched in her hand, peeped here and there cautiously; and then used her Herculean leg to push open the door of the room ' like a suspicious cop. And that's when her eyes saw a very disturbing sight of Khushi wearing mustard micro-mini shorts paired with a coral lace top as her night clothes, singing Justin Bieber's Baby at the top of her voice, with her ipod plugged to her ears. When Buaji's slow brain processed the fact that she had been singing a bhajan not two minutes ago and here her own niece was singing an outrageously horrendous English song in her house right in her own country India, which was actually ruled by the British for more than 200 years, she began to feel dizzy and the thaali from her hand seemed slipping. Had it been any other old woman, the glossy plate would have landed on the floor instantly, but since it was none other than the massive Buaji ' the plate was hoisted upwards because of her force and the fateful thing landed straight on the head of an unsuspecting and merrily sleeping Daniel. "Holy f-ing Shit!" he cursed and that made Buaji feel even more light-headed. Payal, who was standing the closest to her, didn't even bother with helping her because the last thing that she wanted was to sacrifice her limbs as a part of Buaji's dramas. Khushi who also seemed to have recovered from her Justin Bieber's fit, and was now humming another tune, all the while watching the whole scene unfold. Daniel sat cross-legged on the body, massaging his aching temple, secretly wishing for popcorns for the now-playing- Buaji-and-her-antics-while-she-imagined-herself-as-madhubala-straight-out-of-the-seventies scene. And so three pairs of amused eyes watched Buaji slowly swaying before looking here and there as if waiting for her Nand-kishore to pop out of some corner and collect her in his arms. But almost a moment after Buaji landed flat on her butt, and groaned while Shashi and Garima rushed inside the room; as the siblings looked at each other frightened. The fear was not because now they were up for the lecture of the century on values and Indian culture, but because all of them could swear at that moment that they all felt the Earth quake a tiny bit, the moment Buaji fell.
The whole evening passed with the couple trying to calm a wailing and howling Buaji, who seemed to have vowed to cross the whole limit of melodramas. The siblings kept sniggering continuously and the moments when Buaji would call her Nandkishore and cuss at them in her own unique way, they would burst into an uncontrollable fit of giggles, only to be silenced by death glares shot by their parents. Shashi and Garima seriously suggested peril, but that was the least they cared about at the moment. Presently they had a nonstop free entertainment and there was no way that they were going to miss out on it just because it was really impolite to laugh when your own Buaji is crying for no reason. Now how would they know what is the exact protocol at one's house when one's own aunt is giving a comedy performance? And so, the parents had to admonish their children at the end of the fateful day to please their hostess, although amidst their eye-to-eye talk, they did convey that they didn't really mean much of it.
After sometime, everyone retired to their beds. The only room with an AC was assigned to the younger group. And so all three of them were to sleep on the same bed. Payal had no problem with it. She quietly slept in her corner, while Daniel and Khushi were kick-boxing for more space which resulted in Payal be thrown off the bed and land flat on her face. She got up angrily and gave both Daniel and Khushi a firm punch in the gut, successfully intimidating to not to move even a muscle throughout the night while she gained her beauty sleep.
The radiant sun came out of its hiding and its naughty golden rays peaked through the window, tickling her face. Her face glowed with the brightness as her sharp features got highlighted by the generosity of a giant spotlight. The birds chirped excitedly and the leaves ruffled with the flow of the wind, providing music to her ears. Khushi sat up on her bed and stretched lazily and smiled slowly at the resplendent golden morning. She hauled her body from the comfy bed, and after taking one last look at it, went to freshen up, softly humming the song "Umbrella" by Rihanna.
In half an hour's time, she met her family at the breakfast table. The three siblings were chirpier than usual, which did not go unnoticed by the sharp eyes of the elders. Buaji was still eyeing Khushi strangely after the previous night's incident, while Daniel, who had noticed Buaji's looks; had a very hard time controlling his laughter. He was drinking water when Khushi got up from the dining table and her shorts were now noticed by Buaji, making her "hai-re-nandkishore" once again, causing him to spurt water right on her face as she was sitting opposite to him. To escape any further lectures, Payal hurriedly made an excuse of exploring the neighborhood and successfully high tailed out of the crime scene with her brother and sister.
On reaching the deserted mill, the siblings heaved a sigh of relief, and then shared a hearty laugh at being successful in spoofing their aunt. They were still smiling when a blinding beam of light caused Khushi's body to smack with the mill's drawn shutter, instantly wiping the smiles off from everybody's face. Daniel and Payal were instantly on their guard with a spray of purple and brown sparks from their fingers respectively. A group of cloaked men appeared before them, their faces veiled in such a way that only their eyes were visible. Daniel looked at them menacingly and instantly boomed a brown beam through both of his hands causing two of the men to be knocked on the floor. He transformed his sparks in the shape of a sword and slashed through the bodies of another pair, leaving them to hiss in pain while clutching their limbs. Payal formed a purple shield around Khushi with her left hand and stood right infront of her, ready to bear the whole brunt of intruders' attack on her. She chanted words that were alien to Khushi, and then screamed at the top of her lungs as the purple energy exuded from the centre of her palm, as if she was giving out the essence of her life. She was a fierce lioness, ready to anything for her loved ones. She cast a shield on Daniel as a man tried to stab him on his back, with his powers whilst he was busy knocking out the others. The coordination of the duo was perfect, as well as professional, while all Khushi did was standing stupefied on her place or pinching herself occasionally; with the hope that this nightmare will end any moment. Alas, it didn't! In a time span shorter than ten minutes, all the cloaked people were lying on the ground, either unconscious, or dead. Just as the trio decided to flee from that place, a man wrapped up in an indigo cloak appeared before them. He was of a tough built, everyone could sense it. His black beady eyes were glowing with ominous mirth as he raised his hand and successfully pinned both Daniel and Payal to the wall. They both struggled against the vice-like grip of his magic and tried to attack him with their own, but he seemed way too stronger. They both were already pretty exhausted from their fight but they knew that they couldn't let anything happen to their baby sister. Adrenaline coursed through their veins making Daniel claw on the rope-shaped energy while Payal had considerably calmed down and was reciting some spells in order to loosen the clutch. Just as the mysterious Beady-eyed man was about to turn his attention towards Khushi and harm her, a big flash of red light caused him to divert his interest. He looked around for the source of the brilliance and saw another person covered in black staring at him. He had molten brown orbs, and a strong body with prominent muscles. His eyes were dark with wrath as he kept clenching and unclenching his fist. Khushi instantly felt a feeling of deja-vu take over her. She had seen those eyes somewhere, but just couldn't quite well place her finger on it. She watched in awe as he freed her siblings with just the shake of his finger and beat the beady-eyed person black and blue by merely standing there, with the use of his red ounces of power. The man fled for his life, before vowing with utmost sincerity to revenge for his insult and assault. The mysterious yet strong man in black now came to Payal and Daniel and landed them on the ground with care. Khushi who had just recovered from her 'lets-gape-like-a-fool-at-the-eerie-stranger' gave Payal and Daniel accusing glares, as they shook their heads, knowing that they were in for a life-long lecture and Drama from Sanka-Devi herself. Nobody seemed to notice the chocolate-eyed man who had disappeared into thin air, right after caressing Khushi's face with the back of his hand.
I'll leave it till here n wud try giving a teaser if i get some gud comments. My holidays are coming to an end and with the frequent power cuts, i'm afraid i'll not be able to update regularly. But watever it is, i'll try keeping my readers happy wid a cute Arhi track n lots of humor.
I wud seriously appreciate if you mind pressing the like button n atleast giving a one-line comment, because it takes lots of hardwork n brain-frying to write such updates.
P.S. I'm an fb addict, so kindly pardon my spellings outside the update. I didn't proofread cuz its pretty late nw n my family is ready to strangle me for spending so much time on this site.
Adios.
Simar
P.P.S. I request u all to always point out my grammatical mistakes so that i can improve. I don't mind, i swear. I'm jst a kiddo, n u guyz r experienced writers, n so i wud luv 2 b taught this way. 😊
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