Lol...manvi and her mom conversation...
N virat is too way smart... 😆...he juz went into the house..loved his attitude..
Getting really interesting..plz continue soon...thank u so much for the pm... 😊
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PART3:
HI girls. A small speech is there. Read it.
** some of you have been my consistent readers from day1. So I really want to thank you all who commented and liked my previous stories. I really appreciate your effort to make me happy with your comments and likes. You all welcomed me with warm hearts. Thank you all.
** Silent readers (if any are there and if you like my stories), I would appreciate if you spare your 1min for me to comment or like.
Here is part 3… hope you all like this too.
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"But I can" I replied and used all my hidden strength to push him back. I succeeded in my attempt.
"The biggest sin that have ever done was introducing you as my fiance. That Ishik was far better than you. You…." I went on but he suddenly came towards me and held my hand. I looked at him with wide eyes taking a back with his sudden action. I perceived a note of possessiveness in his touch. Possessiveness? No one can possess me.
"Don't ever bring him between us" he emphasized each word, tightened his grip on my hand with every word.
"Sss's" I hissed in pain, then he realized his grip and released quickly.
"I am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you" he apologized in express speed.
"Then what are you doing in my house?" I merely asked him as I placed my hands on my hip and stood there waiting.
"Didn't you hear that song "main Chali Main Chali dekho pare kigali", that's what I am doing here" he replied. I looked at him amused with his answer but soon realized my mistake and rolled my eyes to another side.
"I heard that song "akele hai, to kya gum hai" I proudly stated. He was looking at me in a way that couldn't figure out. His looks puzzled me.
"Why don't you believe in love. Is it your manufacturing defect" he didn't know but he answered his question. I felt a sudden pain in my heart. I made myself strong enough to live alone. But whenever I think about that incident, I feel miserable.
"That's none of your business. Stalker!!" I retorted him.
"I'd love to stalk. But it was just a fortunate incident that brought me here" he answered me. I can see honesty on his face but I didn't want to believe him.
"Fortunate Incident?" I repeated his line in a way like I am asking him for an explanation.
" 40 mins back when I was on my way to the office, saw a lady struggling with her car. So I offered her a lift. I didn't know the fact that she was my mother-in-law until I entered into this house and saw your picture in the living room" he was mooching in my room, examining every corner, stopped at one place where my pictures were hanging on the wall.
"She is my mother" I shot possessively. She is only my mother. How dare he call her mother-in-law.
"That makes her my mother-in-law!! Brainless beauty" he shot back. He called me brainless. Hadd hai.
"Did you just call me brainless?" I questioned him controlling my rising anger.
"I also called you beauty. But you stuck with brainless. How did you manage to complete your studies with this brain?" he faced towards the wall and goggling at one of my pictures. He literally was trying to test my patience. Wasn't he? I dashed towards him, grabbed his hand and started dragging to throw him out.
"Hey…. Stop. Okay. I am sorry. I only said it in jest. You are obviously not brainless" he stopped me with his other hand and pleaded me with a rain of please's.
"Plz.. plz.. Plz laberry" I convinced myself to forgive him for the time being.
"Stop calling me laberry" I said showing him my irritation through my eyes.
"I can't" he replied slightly bent down to show his helplessness. Okay then, I have my own way to deal with him.
"Fine…. Wait here" I rushed to the shelf, after 3 mins time lapse I returned to my old place and handed him two dabba's.
"What are these things?" he asked , looking at me confused.
"This is my strawberry flavored lip glass and this one lavender flavored shampoo+conditioner, 2 in 1. Your laberry. Take these dabba's and get out of my house NOW" I cleared his clouded mind and signalled him to get out. He laughed out loud holding his stomach with one hand and dabba's in another. What's there to laugh. Weird people, I thought.
"You are tough" he managed to say these words in-between his laugh and left.
"Hey…. Give me dabba's back. I wasn't serious about giving this to you. Those are new. I didn't even use it once" I shouted at the top of my lungs, expected him to come back, But my mom replaced him.
"What happened manvi? Where is virat?" I stopped shouting, looking at my mother with mouth opened. She knows his name also. She was searching for him in the house.
"He left" I answered her.
"Without even saying goodbye" . Great… she was even expecting a goodbye from him.
"Manvi…. Don't look at me like that. He is a good person. If you are interested in boys then I would definitely ask him to marry you" she noticed my piercing gaze on her. Thank god yesterday I didn't tell her my fake fiance's name. Otherwise she would have blackmailed me emotionally to get married. Mom's are impossible.
" So you asked him to make our home sacred with his sacred feet haan" I said and shifted my gaze.
"And he agreed" she replied me with a big grin, ignoring all my sarcasm. Good…. Both are succeeded to spoil my perfect morning. Now it's time to deal with some more weirdos. Office.
"I am getting late mama. Bye" I kissed her forehead quickly and rushed to the car.
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Be happy.
Lina.
Siggi by Sandhya (@sevenstreaks) (P.S this was my pitching picture to the production houses - which Sandy had done for me a couple of years...
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