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Goshhh!!! Really overwhelmed by the responses to this FF! Already requests for me to update!!!! And a lot of predictions happening already!!!! Just as a side note, I won't be adding any character sketches. I don't believe in that!😳 How you picture these characters looking is up to you, my dear friends! So you can picture how Karan might look, yourself! Ussi me tho mazaa hai! But I'll give character descriptions from time to time to help you along! 🤗
Anyways, enough said! Here's chappy one, to all those eager readers!😳 Thanks once again! And I'll see you at the bottom! (BTW, I think you'll enjoy reading this update!) Ps. Imagine this sound effect in the background!
Chapter 1 - The Fast and the Furious
It was raining. Perfect. Exactly the kind of weather that she needed. Ugh. Khushi was starting to think that the world was conspiring against her. I mean, what were the chances of getting cheated on by your boyfriend, drunk to the limit and getting a perfectly good dress ruined all on the same day?!
She looked accusingly upward into the sky. "Why, god, why?! Why would you want to torture an innocent little soul like me?"
She thought back to the night at the club. Seeing her boyfriend with someone else. Getting high. Ok. So maybe she wasn't the epitome of innocence. But still. C'mon. No one deserved this kind of treatment.
As if in response to her agnoizing cries, another bolt of lightning shot out of the sky, making Khushi leap nearly a mile in the air. "Next time, give me a warning when you do that, wouldya?!" She yelled upward, holding her heart. Apparently God wasn't very happy with her at this particular moment though. Because at that instant, the rain started pouring down 2 times faster and 10 times harder. Shrieking, she began to run. Well, it was running to her at least. To a passerby, it might have looked more like a mix of hopping and limping thanks to her half drunk state. But what the hell. It wasn't like anyone was around anyways. The roads were deserted.
"People who live in India are so lucky..." She said, to no one in particular as she continued fighting her way through the rain. "Ghar se niklo, tho auto mil jaata hai. At least hazaar log sadak pe har waqt ghoomte rahenge... irrelevant of the weather. (You step out of the house and you can catch an auto. There's always at least a thousand people walking along the street... no matter what the weather is)."
One mississippi. Two mississippi. Three - ahaa... another lightning bolt. Khushi had been anticipating it. She looked at the sky, giving a victorious laugh. "Couldn't fool me, couldya?!" She yelled at the person whom she had always believed to be sitting behind the clouds. And then she continued, raving about the benefits of living in India. "Ghar ke liye kaam waali bai mil jaati hai. Thand bhi nahi hoti wahan... (You get a maid servant... it's never cold). Aur yahan? Completely opposite. Everything is so tough here... Na koi rickshaw... na koi aadmi sadak pe... ekdum sunsaan... deserted. (no rickshaws, no one on the streets... completely empty)."
She limped forward trying to make her way to the other side of the street. But she felt so tired... exhausted. Or maybe just too drunk. Whatever it was, she had completely given up. She was beginning to think that maybe it had been a bad idea to refuse the kind man's offer in the club. What was his name? oh yeah... Karan Rathod.
"Naam me dam hai... (The name has strength.)" She muttered to herself.
Suddenly, she saw a sleek black car swerve up to her, nearly knocking her over. She stumbled backwards, trying to hold her balance, which might I say, was practically an impossible job in her current state.
"Oye!!!" She yelled, chest heaving. How many surprises was she going to receive in a day?! Dear lord. "Andhe ho kya? Dikhta nahi hai?! (Are you blind?! Can't you see?!) You almost ran me over dammit! What if I had gotten hurt?! I could sue you for this you know! Tum mere baap ko jaante nahi! (You don't know my father!)" She ran to the window, banging on it. "Open the window you stupid loser. Himmat hai tho khol, teri band bajati hoon! (Open up if you have the guts! I'll ruin you!)"
In her delusional state, she hadn't realised that the driver had already begun opening the window even as she was speaking..oops..insulting. The minute she set eyes on him, her heart stopped. Those brown irises. The ones from the bar. The same damn ones. He was here.
He smirked. "Oooh-kaayy... If you're done firing insults at me, wanna get in the car?" Khushi's heart was beating highly erratically. Not good. She made a mental note to inform him that if he kept up his smirks, a lot of people would be getting heart attacks. Very soon.
"You!" She said, pointing a finger. She frowned. "Tum phir aa gayye? (you're back?!) Now I'm CONVINCED you're following me!"
He rolled his eyes, placing his arm on the rolled down window. "Jaise ki mujhe aur koi kaam nahi hai (Like I don't have anything better to do!) I thought, considering the fact that your drenched and drunk, that you could use a little help. But if you don't want it, that's fine by me! See ya, Khushi!"
Saying so, he changed gears and rolled away.
Khushi's mouth was wide open. "Oye! Rukh! (Stop!) Main Kehti hoon, RUKH! (Stop I say!)" She screamed, waving her arm frantically in the air. He stopped. He reversed. He came back to stop right where he had been a moment ago. In front of Khushi. "Kaise aadmi ho?! (What kind of a guy are you?!) Ek akeli ladki ko beech sadak chod ke chale jaa rahe ho?! (You're leaving a girl alone on the street?!)"
Karan frowned. "What the -"
"Exactly! What the! That's what I'm saying! Now scooch over."
He raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me?! I thought this is my car?!"
She nodded, haughtily. "It is. But I don't take favours from strangers. You don't have to help me with anything. I'll drive myself wherever I want to go and then you can have your precious car back. That way, no favours, and no thank yous necessary. Got it?! Now moo-oove!" She moaned, exhasperated.
Karan's mouth dropped open. What kind of a girl was she?! I mean, you ask her if she needs a lift and the she ends up taking over the entire car! Was she always like this or was it because she was drunk??!
Khushi placed her hands on her hips, with her lips thrust outward in a frown. "Are you gonna move or NOT?! You know, there are a truckload of people who would just love to have me in their car."
Karan looked around. The street was empty. Oh yeah, a truck load of people, huh? She saw the direction of his eyes and folded her arms. "Hmph. You never know. They might be busy right now. So I have no option but to get in with you. So move, please!"
Speechless, Karan got out, rushing to the passenger's seat. "Khushi... you might want to rethink this... you're... erm... let's see... how do I put this lightly... you're DRUNK. Completely. Over the top."
She waved her hand, as if motioning away the topic. "Pish Posh. I'm fine. Ab chup chaap behte raho and let the pro drive."
She grinned, and stepped into the car. Karan gulped. He had a bad feeling about this...
Bad feeling? That was an understatement. Five minutes of hard swerving and fast merging later, Karan was starting to feel downright sick. But it seemed that the roller coaster journey was having no impact on his partner, here. She was pumping her fists, screaming the entire time, as though this were some sort of hot wheels car chase.
Karan swallowed, forcing himself to hold back the vomit. "Er... you wanna... umm... slow down there...?"
Khushi merely laughed. "No ways! This is SO much fun."
She turned to face him. And seeing his depleated look, she added, "We're almost there anyways."
Her 'almost there' occurred a whole half an hour later. Karan had been holding on for dear life the entire time while Khushi continued to have the time of her life. When they stopped at last, Karan opened the car door for some air and fell out onto the sidewalk thanks to his diziness. Khushi laughed.
"Now admit it. That was FUN."
Karan stood up, shakily. His eyes held the death glare. "That. Was. NOT. FUN." He said, through clenched teeth. "Do you even REALIZE that you could have KILLED us back there?!" He said, running to her side. "It was DARK, dammit. Only a few streetlights. No one would have even FOUND us!!! We'd have been DEAD! Dead, dammit, DEAD!"
By this time, his hands were clenched onto her arm, shaking her back and forth with each word he spoke. Khushi frowned, feeling irritated.
"Dude, take a chill pill! NOTHING HAPPENED! See?" She released herself from his grip and gave him a hard pinch on his own arm. He winced. "We're fine." She added.
He was still angry, no doubt. But the joy that he felt upon still being alive took the cake. He nodded, looking around him for the first time. He saw houses. Big houses. Some kind of neighbourhood. Obviously one meant for people who were well-to-do.
They had stopped beside a large white house. It had an enormous driveway with a double garage. The lawn was beautifully maintained. It was evident that whoever lived here was a lover of plants. The porch was made of marble and there was a porch swing positioned right in the middle.
"You live here?" Asked Karan. Khushi shook her head. "Are you crazy? You think I would come to MY house looking like THIS and being DRUNK?! No ways! This is my friend Preeti's house. Her parents have gone on a business trip. So they won't be around. It's just her and her brother... what's his name...? Ar... Ar... I forget."
She said, shaking her head. The liquor was really getting to her head now. "Anyways. I'll see ya later. This time, FOR REAL." She said, with a grin. As she walked forward, towards the front door, she stopped and turned back for a last time. "Oh, and I WON'T say thanks for the lift!" She winked, pulling off her shoes and pushing her way through the open door.
--End--
That'll keep you guessing about some things!😉 Can't believe this! Updates of two different FFs in One Day!!! By god! That's a record for me!😆 So do leave your comments friends! They mean a lot to me!!! <3
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Sanju
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