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The hall is beautifully decorated with twinkling lights, lovely and color sarees, matkis, Its Navratri in Malaysia...
"Its the best Navratri celebration for me" said Amna, my friend from UK...
I never knew Malaysian indian are much more traditional compared to Indians in India...
You guys still play Devi Maiya's garba whereby people in India are now into disco garba or Falguni 😆
Oh well... some would consider this old fashion... some would say maintaining tradition... some would say old is gold.. its all about perception and thought dear... I added on her comment...
You are right.. but thanks Khushi for inviting me here... She mentioned the line i hated...
Come on amna.. no sorry no thank u rite... u thought me and u forgot... we both just chuckled away...
Aayo bheno ane bhaiyo... mataji na garba leva (Come brothers and sisters to take Devi Maiya's Garba - in gujarati)
Come on Khushi... lets go... show me the move babe...
Arey Amna.. hang on.. to begin with... i hateee the word babe... sounds cheap to me... and about garba.. you start.. I'll join you later...
NOPE!!!!! Together we stay... come on... please... Amna pleaded...
Alrite... can i win you silly requests? We both jumped in the crowd and joined them in taking garba...
Least we bother who was watching us... The round got bigger & bigger as more people joined...
Amna and I were busy talking while taking garba...
It is my first time for navratri in KL as well... normally i do it in my hometown... so i'm slightly lost in here too... I explained to Amna about me being not so recognized... I had just started working in KL so had my navratri celebrations there... Its not like the crowd was complete stranger but there were surely new faces...
Wow... Khushi... this is exciting then... look so many guys around here.. may be you can find one... 😆 we both just laughed...
I was tired and thirsty but Amna was still in full swing...
"I'll just be back.. feeling thirsty.. you carry on..." I told Amna before leaving her with many other energetic garba lovers...
"Ok.. don't be long yea coz i'll be lonely..." She winked as she waved me indicating bye...
I slowly walked to the water area... there were too many people walking here and there, gossiping.. babies crying... people on the phone and all sort...
I just walked with my gaze down as wanted to be really quick... else would have to hear lecture and pamper the puppy face of Amna...
"Can't you see and walk dammit!!!!!!"
A rude voice was introduced to my ears... Oucchhh!!!! I wasn't sure if it was my ears or my leg that was hurting...wait.. i was feeling cold too on my stomach area... what just happen a second ago... i just had my eye lid shut hiding my dreamy big eyes...
I felt a strong palm around my waist and i could feel the breath too... whats going on my head pounded...
Hello!!!! Do you think i'm free to hold you like this for as long as you wan!!!!
Again... that rude voice rang a bell in my ears... who the hell is this... why is he behaving rude... and why is he talking to me.. OMG!!! is he holding me?? My brains had a quick brainstorm...
bits and pieces of my hair flick to my face covering my eyes partially... soft and gentle hand pushed it away from my face and helped me to stand straight... my eyes were still close as they were really confused...
My hands were now being supported by a wide strong masculine shoulder... my brains were still trying to set its chemical disorder and send signal telling me what went wrong in split seconds ago...
Slowly I realized... omg.. i was about to slip due to the watery area.. it was slippery and I was slighty uncomfortable in my saree... i usually don't wear saree for navratri but it was a cute request from Amna and I could hardly deny it...
Okie.. so i was about to slip... but instead of hitting the floor... a strong arm caught me... saved me from falling... Thank God and to the arms... i thought... but why is my tummy area feeling cold... I brushed the thought away as I was still trying to stand straight and recover from the shock...
If you are done checking out my shoulder and its width... can i leave you coz i don't like wasting my time... that rude voice again!!!
I quickly snapped out of my thought and moved away...
Ohh crap!!!!!!! was he the one who held me... saved me from falling on the ground... he's HOT!!! my brains started thinking in the wrong direction.. my eyes were glued... my lips trembling... not sure what to say next...
That pair of eyes is looking at me too... why is he checking me out..? I never met him before... whats wrong with me.. why my head is acting all weird suddenly...
Khushi!!!!!! whats taking you soo... Amna approached me from the back however left her sentence incomplete...
Well well... if a hot dude is in front of your eyes.. I'm sure you would want to take more time and get late.. she teased me while sending her UKish glare to the guy standing still before me... I could hardly leave my gaze away... but Amna's comments brought me to reality.. Crap.. what was i thinking...
I quickly brushed my hair and fix my saree trying to avoid from looking at the sexy black pair of eyes again... I might drown in them...
ermm... Amna.. I'm not sure what happened... I tried diverting Amna from continuing to praise the guy...
Well if you had your eyes looking up.. you will probably not bump into me... you won't slip.. I wouldn't have to thrown my glass of water in the air to hold you and that water wouldn't wet your saree... Again! that rude arrogant tone.. whats with this guy?
I looked at him with surprised expression... no wonder i was feeling cold around my waist area... it was the water that gave me the tickling feeling... and why is he so angry I thought... its just a genuine mistake ... ufff ARROGANT... yea he has a pair of sexy eyes.. no wait... he is HOT can't deny it... but why is he so proud of it... i thought fighting with my trembling body due to his touch... i can still feel his arms around my waist...
Well hot man.. you should be happy she bumped into you... i wish it was me.. anywayz thanks for saving my doll... saying this Amna placed a kiss on his cheek...
HELL NO!!!!! I was looking at them with my eyes almost popped out... did she just kissed him.. and he smiled at it.. what the...??
I'm Amna... she introduced herself... Nice to meet you...hot guy... 😳
Arnav... Arnav Singh Raizada... he replied in slight polite tone..
ohh my god... He is Arnav Singh Raizada?? The young business tycoon?? Did i just bang into the most rudest and arrogant guy in the planet... uff.. i felt disgusted for a bit... everyone knew how arrogant he was...
Ohh was my lucky day i guess... I'm from UK, Newcastle if you have been there before... Amna went on further...
Yea visited it years back... I'm born here but was raised in Australia, Sydney if you know.. he imitated her...😆
Why am i feeling the pinch i thought.. hell i care... I walked away from them and grabbed a glass of water... I couldn't help it but had to turn and look at the pair of eyes again...
Walla!!!!! he was looking at me too... crap... he saw me looking at him... my head started feeling nervous...
Hi Khushi... someone greeted me from my back... ohhh Sejal... hi.. long time... how have you been... thank god i met my relative... my attention turned away from the black pair of tricky eyes...
We spoke awhile when i noticed the eyes are still glued towards me... i felt slightly uncomfortable... Alright catch ya around... bye Khushi... ohh yea sure... bye sejal...
I looked at Amna and signed her to come here... She said bye to him and again 😡 she placed her lips on his cheek... He looked at me and gave me that smirky naughty smile as if he knew I didn't like Amna's approach...
Hey Khushi... why did you call me here... he is too hot to leave yaar... Amna wailed out her frustration softly...
Amna this is Malaysia.. we don't talk to strangers so much and also we don't kiss their cheek... I said slightly in jealousy mode..
Woww... someone is jealous... am i right? Amna continued teasing...
Jealous?? why who... ohh please Amna... he is not my type...
Lolzz she chuckled... But Khushi.. Malaysians do thank people rite...you should have at least thank him.. he saved you...
Yaa and spoiled my saree too... so he should be sorry... come on lets go home... I'm tired...
Wait.. was i really tired or i was too blushed to be there? I asked myself a silly rhetorical question...
Oki oki.. let go.. I'm driving... Amna happily said removing the keys from her handbag...
Alrite fine... i 😆 and walked towards my car...with her...
As we were walking towards the car...
Hey Khushi...!!!
That voice is familiar I thought... i just heard it awhile back... omg... is it Arnav? My heart questioned... I quickly turn as curiosity was eating me up...
Oh hell yea!!! its him.. but wait why is he walking towards me and why did he call me out... my heart started feeling worried...
"May be you wish to have my number as you need to call and thank me for saving you from the fall... I understand you are in shock rite now as its very rare Arnav singh raizada holds anyone... you were one out of million so yaa.. here is my card..." He finished his lil speech and all i felt was...😲😡😲
What the hell does he think of himself... He is no hot like Barun Sobti.. then why is he acting so overcool.. and i'm shocked coz he held me...? ohh please.. he needs a reality check i guess..
Nop Mr. Raizada.. I don't need your card nor I would want to thank you coz you are too lucky to even look at me... So don't be in dreamland.. I'm not like one of the Aussie girls who would die to be in your arm.. i would rather drop on the ground then to be held by you...!!! I said in arrogance too... and no.. i will not call...
He was just shocked looking at my boldness... yea.. no one... in fact never anyone speaks to him like this... too bad... I'm not in that "No one' category...
I turned at sat at the passenger seat... Amna was too surprise with my reaction.. I'm normally very calm and polite... what happened today that too with such hunk...
She'll call you later...here take this.. (Amna passed something to him)... saying this Amna grabbed the card from him and sat at the driving seat... She speed off in no time leaving Arnav's face fading away from the side mirror
Red Mirchi... i mumbled to myself thinking of him...
Ohh hell yea Khushi... he is indeed red mirchi.. here is the card.. call him okie... Amna flung the card towards me...
No way!!! i retorted... Why will i call him? He can snap out of his dreamland... Saying this i tried looking for my phone...Amna.. where is my phone... I gave it to you rite...?? Yea... but I gave it to Arnav...!! Amna broke the most shocking news to me...
Amna!!! What the Heck... are you insane? why did you give him my phone... I mean when and why!!!! whats wrong with you...ohh lord... now i was all over the place... my brains my heart nothing was in my control...
Relax khushi... he is hot and I wanted you to call him.. so i passed your phone and grabbed his card... and knowing you and ur stubborn head... this was the only way you would call him.. so keep the card.. you will need it to call him...
I was angry.. nope.. upset.. ermm better shock... hell no I was blushing... crap.. whats wrong with me.. why was i blushing... I just smiled looking at the card...
ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA... looks like you will pay a high price for this...
Saying this to myself.. i turned on the music in my car and just started enjoying my girly chat with Amna... Did i 4get about Arnav... nope... but was trying to brush him off my mind...
Hey guys... how was it?
Well this is surely a sequence fit for Arnav and Khushi but this is actually the real life story...
This is how i met my version of ASR...
I mentioned in my previous OS about how similar is my ASR and some part of my life is so clear in IPKKND... So i thought i would use my real life encounters with my ASR to present it for Arshi Fans...
Do let me know what do you think about this...
humsafar... this is specially for you as you wanted to know how did me and my ASR met 😳
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