Arshi FF: Tune Into Me-chapter:26 Updated Page 101 - Page 7

Oh god! I never expected this but of course if you are the one writing then there is going to a load of surprises, pleasant surprises!

Feeling...very jittery...so different...but feels very real...at same time!

So Arnav portrayed as a total jerk..wonder what his background is...
Surprising Kushi hates music..hmmm what changed in all these years...

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Mindblowing dee!!!

What a start! Bang!!
In the very first chapter , you have given us so much! U r totally in ur element dee!
So okay Arnav is this unscruplous, plagerist (not confirmed),manipulative ,casanova singer who is totally unapologoetic about who he is, or what means he adopts to get what he wants! I wont say dark but definitely a grey character! He actually plagerises music? I wonder y he took to Aditya roy kapoor( ashiqui 2)way! That is where he lost the plot!

Its strange that when the story started both the leads were so much in to music! N now where one cant stand music, other has lost his interest in it! It has only become a means to live tha debauched life he has become used to! No soul, no heart, no interest in it!
I wonder what led to this drastic change in their lives that both lost their interest in music!!!
Its a superb start dee! Definitely a rockstar story!
WAiting to read more n more!
After a long time i have got a story that has held my interest from the very first chapter!

the prologue was too perfect! then what went wrong in these 20 years!...Arnav cant sing anymore n Khuahi hates music! r u sure that u rnt writing another mystry!😆
i m loving this Arnav...donno why!😆
i like a spectacle Khushi!😆

Amazing start!👏 Looking forward for another awsome journey!😃

ps. the backdrop of this FF reminds me of Aashiqui2...i know both r different😊

whats with Arnav? High on fandom low on passion? Every dirty trick in pocket to get his work done.. Remaining at top, while inside he's become hollow!!
What happened to Khushi? She can't stand music! Why?.
Waiting to know more!

Plagiarism is so rampant in the world of music.

Tune Into me

2: The Hatred, A Betrayal:

Groaning as the familiar irritation engulfed her, Khushi placed the terrier back on the ground, allowing it to follow her, as she marched with purposeful steps out of her room, heading downstairs of the long linear wooden stair-case, the sound of her foot-steps echoing around the two-storied building. She reached the dining hall that stretched into the kitchen setting separated by the long kitchen platform, her entire body-language already alerting the person standing behind the platform, his back facing her.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to switch on the radio first thing in the morning?" she all but yelled, completely ignoring the little flash of hurt in her father's eyes that lasted not longer than a blink of an eye as Sameer Gupta smiled in response to his daughter's familiar outburst.

"I'm sorry. But, you are up early today honey, are you okay?" he spoke, his genuine concern reflecting in his eyes, as his one hand switched off the radio equipment in his kitchen, but his body language continued to be unaffected by her outburst, as usual.

"Where are your glasses?"

"I'm not blind!"

"Of course not, I just thought you might want to check my schedules, before you leave for work"

She sighed, lifting Coco from her feet and placing it on the black platform, behind which her father stood, looking at her with his usual warm affectionate gaze. She looked away from him, fetching the milk at her hand reach, pouring it in a bowl that Sameer offered her, as Coco starting licking its breakfast while she threw another pointed look up, at her father.

"Look..."

"---Papa..."

"Dad!"

It was an age-old argument between them. Sameer insisting her to call her papa, the way he would love to be called while khushi would call him anything but that, being the stubborn one she is.

He just looked away whilst turning around to resume making pancakes over the steam-stove.

"I threw your Cd's away, burnt all your disks, and locked the stupid giant thing in that room..."

"Piano" he suggested without looking back, as he imagined his daughter throwing another beam of her usual daggers at him.

"----But you wouldn't give up at all! I'm telling you dad, don't mess with me anymore, I swear I will throw away that damned radio as well, it is still here just because you requested, that doesn't mean I will enjoy..."

"You are not generally up by this time darling, anyway point taken"

He does that every time. One such statement that screams out finality and then she wouldn't have anything else to argue, let alone complain. And she hated it. He turned around placing the pancakes ahead of her, just when they both noticed Coco, whining to complete her milk.

"She is as stubborn as her master" Sameer stated fetching the dog-chocolate bars from below the kitchen counter, which Coco grabbed using her pawns almost instantly, licking it with new found enthusiasm.

Khushi positioned her knife and fork, her fingers gripping the steel as she tried to keep her anger at bay, but one look at her father's still unaffected eyes, managed to irk her all over again. And so she took the famous, yet nasty taunting path.

"Yes, because they both love those things that wouldn't destroy them, and hence they have that right to be stubborn..."

"------listening to some music first thing in the morning, refreshes my mind Khushi.."

"And it makes me want to puke" she spoke her stern voice surfacing before a smirk of victory the corners of her lips. This is what she liked more.

"Why do you have to do this every morning?" Sameer's voice was still even, quite contrast to her rude tone, yet, that was the maximum he could do to argue, and she knew it.

"Why wouldn't you just give up then?"

"Music isn't something you can give up on honey, and even if you decide to, it wouldn't give up on you..."

"Stop talking about me dad!"

"I'm just talking about me.."

"Of course! You wouldn't give up on music. Not even after it practically killed your wife, you still wouldn't, would you? May be you will, one day when it will kill me too?"

That did it, just like she knew it would. And she finally had seen the look of fury in Sameer's face. His eyes glaring at her with anger as well as raw hurt, and Khushi sniggered satisfied with herself. She then picked up Coco, giving her father one last pointed look, before walking out of the door, into the warm and bright morning of a typical Belhaven August day, dressed in her light colored shorts and PJ's as her messy hair continued to disturb her gaze.

She walked along the railing that separated their residential foot-path from the adjoining sea-shore. Coco hoped ahead of her, as her hair finally blew away from her face owing to warm sea-breeze.

Belhaven, Edinburgh, Scotland. It has been ten long years that the father-daughter duo moved in here, away from everything that binds them back to their roots. And yet the daughter continued her efforts of moving on and the father continued his efforts of holding back.

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The metallic black McLaren Benz rode across the heavy evening Mumbai traffic only to come to an abrupt halt at one of the main signals. Arnav hit the breaks for the umpteenth time that evening and swore loudly, just when his phone demanded his attention again.

"You must take the call once Bhai..." Aman spoke not looking at his cousin well aware that he would be glaring back at him from behind the wheel.

"I'm driving; you should give up calling me when I don't pick up in the first two times..."

Arnav spoke before switching on his Bluetooth device, even as his eyes scanned the jumble of bright head-lights ahead of him, the loud noise of multiple engines that came to a halt evidently filling his ears, the heat in the air annoying him despite the air-conditioned car even as he waited, as patiently as he could for the person to speak something.

"Dad?"

"About time! I'm starting to give up expecting if you would ever take the word out of concern" came the sarcastic voice of Siddhant Raizada, his words coming out in that usual commanding tone, which Arnav usually relates to his father.

And he rolled his eyes.

"Unbelievable! I just told you I'm driving and unlike the rather laid back place you chose for yourself, I have to live in the Bandra. Concern for a time-pass-lecture-call is the least thing I have in my mind right now..." he complained even as his eyes met Aman's from across the gear, who just shrugged helplessly.

"I don't think I have enough time to pass Arnav..."

"-----Really? Here, I thought I'm the one working and adding funds to your never ending SS Glory!"

"A kind of work that earns no respect..."

"Earns money and success though, something you really can't ignore."

Arnav heard the older man sigh in exasperation and he threw a loop-sided smile at Aman, just when the traffic ahead of him moved. His feet worked with the accelerator only to hit the brakes again, with the signal turning red just as his car was about to cross.

"f**k!"

"Don't swear Arnav!"

"What do you want dad?"

"---I managed to fix the appointment with the Mumbai Times girl, so you would talk and clear the rumors Arnav!"

"I took care of her, anything else?"

"Don't think I'm not aware of your ways of taking care Arnav..."

"Come to the point please, I'm not going to attend your calls once I'm off this driving wheel and you know that better than me..."

"GIVE.A.PROPER.INTERVIEW.AND.CLEAR.THE.RUMORS!" Arnav heard Siddhant Raizada speak in between his gritted teeth, and he sneered again, his eyes meeting Aman's momentarily.

"-----I want only real music to be made in our name----" Arnav completed his dad's sentence. "I have heard that before already in the same tone just in case you have forgotten, anything else DAD?" He spoke in a mock sugary tone, coating his last word with a bit more honey, just to annoy his father even more.

"I haven't worked more than half of my life to be where I'm, so you would take the legacy in your hands and throw it away without realizing what you have got Arnav, how long will this go on like this? How long until you realize the magic of music that's binds all of us? And if that's never going to happen, why cheat yourself and all of us Arnav? Just throw it away and do whatever you want in your life, I have never compelled you to join music, did I?---

"Arnav...?"

"I'm not dead actually, are you done?"

"---this is not betraying me or yourself Arnav, this is betraying the music as such, something's that's considered as a divine gift, a gift jo har kisi ke naseeb nahin hota..'" he heard his father say, in that low, disappointed tone, one that Arnav knew will continue to haunt in his senses longer than he would have appreciated.

"Prepare better speech for the next time Dad. I would love to hear something different and motivating really! Now, if you will excuse me, I have a party to attend------"

As soon he entered the dark hall, a splash of colorful lights disturbed his eyes and Arnav took his time to let his vision adjust to the familiar flash of multi-colored illumination. The much needed loud music filled in his ears, making it difficult for him to let any other virtual voice haunt him and just as the familiar tempting sense of ignorance engulfed him, he laughed bracing himself for another night of letting go. He marched his way towards the bar and allowed himself to take continues long swills of raw alcohol determined to get high, vigorously wiping away the ghost of guilty sense his father have managed to arise in his mind and then he swayed his way onto the dance floor, grooving, jumping, twisting until his limbs would no longer be able to move, causing his drunk body to lag and drop itself flat on his bed adding to the stack of his aimless and careless days.

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3. An Inkling, An Inception