When Arnav Bhaiya Met Moonchiya Part 4 page 13 UPDATED May 12 - Page 10

Originally posted by: Arshi67

Meri aankhen thak gayi thi raah takte takte 😭

Lekin mujhe bharosa tha ki Meri Ria aayegi 🤗

"Zameen ki chaati phad ke aayegi, aasman ka seena cheer ke aayegi" 😆

Uh hopefully ...

People I am back! Now that should be a happy news or even an exciting news if somebody still remembers me and this imbecile tale of two Heroes anymore.

Let me tell you though, just like my heroes I am an imbecile too. This chapter had been written a long while ago save the last part and was sulking in one corner of my very organized computer. Humph! From Past 6 freaking Months!! Now by a twist of fate I found it last night and was understandably in a state of shock.

So without further delay, here's the fourth episode of WABMM

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Episode #4

WARNING: Fairy tale violence ahead.

The Twins!

THEY COULD PUT machine produced facsimiles to shame. They were alike right down to the mole between the right eye and ear. Either they belied medical science or were the yet unseen case of identical twins. Khushi studied the specimen in front of her, had it been one of those Hollywood movies shoved down her throat by her husband every alternate Saturday, she and Paro would have been produced in some American laboratory by an illicit private firm run by a psychotic conman that created human clones. Or worse, be a part of a secret Government mission abetted by the aliens that they themselves weren't aware of! Hey Devi Maiyya, I need jalebis. Now.

She shivered considering the plausibility of that logic and then wanted to smack her head for thinking so. It was all Arnavji's fault, his penchant for delusional science fiction had rendered her perfectly sane, Bollywood fostered brain banjaxed. She had to ask him about reworking upon the clauses of their Saturday-Movie deal, as he called it. She grunted her annoyance internally, even watching a movie with his wife came as a deal to Arnav Singh Raizada! Humph!

He had like the astute that he was, taken to his advantage her keenness on making up to him for the Salmaan Khan- joint family- movie fiasco and had outlined this blasted deal. As per that, they wouldn't be visiting picture halls anymore, and watch the movie instead in the isolation of their bedroom, both lying in the recliner.

Every alternate Saturday, she got to play a movie of her choice and so did he. Fair enough? No. Poor Khushi Kumari Gupta with the added encumbrance of Singh Raizada had never imagined that lying with him in that innocent looking recliner would boomerang on their plans, at least hers, beyond reasonable doubt.

That it would make her unable to concentrate on her favorite Salmaanji, with her husband's lips, teeth and tongue doing "multiple haw earning" things to various parts of her anatomy that made her cheeks turn candy apple red even while helping Anjali Di with her pooja ki thaal! What utter Satyanash.

Paro observed her doppelganger and the ever changing emotions flitting across her face and time and again she had to remind herself she wasn't looking into a mirror. The slowly creeping red hue as she apparently smiled at a memory was much akin to what the proximity of her major saab induced in her. As if on cue her sharp mind began churning theories around this fateful discovery.

"Mhane laage, aapanne Kumbh re melo maine bichud geya ha." (I think we got separated at the Kumbh festival) she said aloud. Khushi stared at her stupidly, blinking her eyes.

Wondering, if she was unable to follow her genius, Paro brought both her hands towards her chest banging them against it, "Mhane" ... (I) "laage" (feel) aapan dono... bichudi behena ha." (we both are separated sisters) she spoke aloud.

Khushi facepalmed, why just why hadn't this ingenious explanation struck her? Whatever had happened to her sharp brain? Here this woman from some remote village in Rajasthan came with such a sound logical explanation and there what had she been thinking? Secret Government project? Aliens? Somebody please either bring a tel bhari kadhai or chullu bhar pani for her.

"Aap bilkul theek kehe rahi hain jiji." (Who are absolutely right sister), "Kya dimaag paya hai apne." (What a brain you got.) she uttered enthralled with the idea. A sheer abstruse tale was already forming at the back of their minds. Both of them being orphans brought the possibility of being twins up a notch, now if only Paro knew her date of birth, alas, in Birpur they probably didn't consider recording births, especially of girls of any consequence. Or maybe she wasn't born in Birpur at all! Hey Bholenaath! Hey Devi Maiyya!

Now, if they were by this twist of fate, twins indeed, which one got the actual biological parents, Paro or Khushi, for the earlier years of their lives was a conundrum as mystifying as Rudra's silky hair and Arnav's incomplete "What the".

Oblivious to the two duplicates well hidden from coming in direct view of the infrequent, odd by stander, Major Ranawat strolled in the hotel lobby, excogitating a way out of the new situation his superior had put him in. Now the Colonel wanted him to personally meet Raizada, explain him about his security plan which the Major would be heading and give him assurance of BSD's best services, also give him his official as well as personal mobile phone number and be available 24x7 in case Mr. Raizada had an issue of the most frivolous order.

Rudra wallowed in grief, the service he loved and treasured more than his very life, his badges of valor, his Bringing Severe Disorder had been reduced to such mockery! If this trend continued, he could very well prophesy, today it was providing protection to one odd Billionaire from Delhi, seven years down the line, he might well be reduced to a blue-tooth latched Salman Khan-isque bodyguard providing private services to any Tom Dick Harry or loony damsels from London with names sounding vaguely Persian, flying down in search of marriage venues. A motherf**king Bodyguard, nooo!

The nightmare reared its ugly head from the recesses of Rudra's forlorn subconscious. His heart lurched in ache, he shut his eyes wincing and saw her again, for the tenth time in the past one month - An eerie vision of a young woman whose face was preternaturally similar to his Paro.

A goofy smile adorning her lips, the girl's forehead was covered in fringes; she sported faded hot pants and a printed cropped top that said, I M Myrrah. His eyes shot open and saw red, fountains of tears emerged, "Nooo Parroww!" he wailed in helplessness.

Oh the almighty, how could a loving wife behold a tragedy of such a measure befall her darling husband? Paro's heart plummeted just as her body rose from her hiding place, behind ornate marble vases with artificial palms in the spandrel of the hotel's elaborate staircase taking one to the first floor of luxury suites. She saw her husband scream her name in agony, swaying in his place, fresh tear stains over his sturdy cheeks, Major saa... she was about to cry and hop over the vases, knocking a few off to rush to her once-upon-a-time savior's aid when she felt a palm cover her mouth. "Mmph... mmph..." was all that came out.

"Yeh aap kya kar rahi hain jiji." (What are you doing sister?) Khushi's whispers came in harsh breaths. "Kissi ne hum dono ko ek saath dekh liya toh? Agar Arnavji ne hume aise..."

"Mhare Major sa... Va mhare pati ..." Paro sobbed, frantically gesturing towards Rudra. "Mhane javno hai" (I need to go)"

"Kya? Woh Salman ji ki body wale apke pati hain?" Khushi trilled, forgetting all about the wailing man's grief and his wife's dilemma. She covered her filter-less mouth, realizing the faux pas when Paro eyed her sharply on her Salman-body comment.

"H...hum...humara matlab hai ki, aapke pati bade acche hain, hero hain kya, dekhiye kit..kitni acchi acting kar rahe hain... rone ki... hey devi Maiyya yeh hum kya bole jaa rahe hain..." Khushi continued her hysteric soliloquy in a way only Khushi Kumari Gupta could manage, her finger nails willing themselves to get assaulted by her teeth, her eyebrows rising, falling and forming patterns on her forehead, again something only she was capable of doing.

Rudra's horror intensified, the loony Paro-look alike in his dream sipped coffee from a popular TV actress' famous mug, batting her eye lashes at him, he felt faint under duress, the ground beneath him slipping.

A pair of strong arms appeared and held him around his waist, saving his fall. Two identical feminine gasps could be heard, sounding as if coming from a distance of three meters, from the spandrel but who cared? The hard ground that Rudra had been anticipating to strike his butt and wake him up from his dream never came. He grimaced, preparing himself to face Myrrah again when a voice happened to shake him up from his reverie.

"Tum Theek ho?"

A man's voice - a man's mumble.

He finally looked up. And saw those dreaded beauty salon plucked eye-brows. Again.

***

In some recording studio, somewhere in Mumbai

"Priyatam"

"Any Mallik.'

"What do we do now?"

"Beg, borrow, steal. What else?"

"Then do it quickly, the moment might not last for long, it isn't Parud or Arshi that half of the episode would be spent eye-gazing."

"But we don't have a theme music for Runav."

"Then make one, silly."

"Make! Me and make?"

"Of course, I forgot, you can only get inspired'"

"Just shut up, as if you have ever made an original tune. Pot - kettle all black."

"Oh stop it you two" The author unleashes a Khushi "inspired" assault on her nails and decides to take reigns in her own hands. "Mix Rabba Ve and Heli Mhari you dumbasses!"

Buttons on the console are pressed in a frenzy, and as Runav eye gaze continues, a deep male baritone croons Phatiya Ve ayyy ... Phatiya ve... ho phatiyaaa Ve...

***

On Kailash Parvat

Devi Maiyya rejoiced, "Oh lookie lookie here, see what an honorable man is my Khushi's husband." She clasped her palms just like the excited mother upon learning about a marriage proposal for her daughter in a Jane Austin novel would.

Bholenaath rolled his eyes, "What's so great about catching a falling man?"

Sensing an impending argument brewing between his parents that might take a while to resolve, Lord Ganesh waved his hand over The View and time froze. Planets halted in their orbits, stars halted, galaxies stopped moving apart, each and every organism on Earth came to a standstill. The fluttering leaf, the flying bird in mid air, rain, snow, sand froze.

Khushi and Paro both with their eyes popped out and O shaped mouths remained as such. The fly about to enter either mouth froze too. And so did Runav, in their Phatiya Ve picture perfect pose - Arnav's arms around Rudra's waist, Rudra's hands clutching Arnav's shoulders.

"Seriously Lord Shiva? Catching a falling man is no big deal?" she made a humph sound. "Lord Ganesh, what takes thee so long? Arnav has earned his points."

"But Mother..."

"But! There is always a but with my poor Khushi's husband, weren't you the one in such a hurry to mark him -10 in the last round? What happened then, if I hadn't caught Rudra cheating." She crossed her arms across her chest agrily.

"That's what Mother, we have learned our lesson, we shouldn't hurry when these two canker blossoms are concerned."

"Enough with your Shakespearean insults already Ganesh," scolded Lord Shiva, "My little Paro's husband is a great soldier, he saves lives of thousands of people."

"That's what he is supposed to do revered father and that's precisely what he does not do."

Devi Maiyya grinned giving her son a thumbs up sign at his rant on Moochiya.

"Do not misunderstand me revered mother, oh the mother of the entire Universe, but your dearest Khushi's husband is no better." Lord Ganesh shook his head sagely.

"How so?"

"He's supposed to do business, run a freaking empire for crying out loud. And what he does? Leaves the hefty responsibility of his entire company on the fragile shoulders of his able Manager Aman! Not only that, he makes Aman do his personal business too, like buying gifts for Khushi, clothes for Khushi; holy mother he needs Aman to even placate a miffed Khushi."

"That's not right dearest wise son, Aman is merely a human robot with no brain of his own, ASR is the brain behind all of Aman's actions. And not only Aman, there is a Lalit and a Mohan and a Roy and an Akash too! Speaking of Aman, have you seen how Rudra treats his poor junior?"

"I object Devi Maiyya. This was supposed to be a discussion about your Khushi's spouse not my Paro's." Lord Shiva interjected.

"Who started it? It started with you trying to defend Rudra."

"Mom, Dad, chillax." Devi Maiyya and Lord Shiva both eyed their son suspiciously at this sudden change of tone.

"Ahem. I mean Mother, true ASR keeps barking orders but have you ever seen what he does in name of work? He opens Microsoft word and stares at the empty document, pretending to work. And watches PewDiePie videos on YouTube on pretext of attending a video conference!"

"Height of ridiculousness, at least Rudra steps out of his house and reports to his job every day." Said Lord Shiva.

"No father, he doesn't. He lies, he excuses himself from home on pretext of duty but doesn't report in office or on field, he dances in those Dance -not-Reality-at-all shows on TV instead!" Lord Ganesh hung his head in disappointment.

"At least he doesn't get kidnapped." Retorted his father.

"At least Arnav doesn't let his wife die." Devi Maiyya made a glorious come back. "And what more Arnav gave humanity a new paramedical technique - Dhadkan to Dhadkan resuscitation. Where Mouth to Mouth fails, Dhadkan to Dhadkan works!"

"Okay, okay dear parents, Runav are both morons, nobody wins. The author from Earth has been praying fervently, I cannot let time remain frozen any more, the Universe needs to start working." Saying so, Lord Ganesh waved his hand once again in front of The View and time saw its release.

Heavy lightening struck all over The View with roaring thunder. The Gods looked astounded, exactly what happened when time was released?

On Earth

Arnav saw the lush, virile mustache, exactly like the one that would turn his wife into a hormonal fan girl and him into a creeped out insecure husband. And the jhabrili moonch' was all he required to remember the army man at whose hands he had faced humiliation in front of his wife earlier this day. The man in his arms was the same.

As the epiphany struck, he turned deaf to the mesmerizing Phatiya Ve sounding in his ears, an insurmountable rage overtook him, like an electricity jolt through his body, he jerked his hands off Rudra.

In Rudra Pratap Ranawat's world, the only thing more demeaning than being saved by another man, correction, another human whose safety he was responsible for, was being saved by that wretched and despicable Arnav Singh Raizada. The man he loathed with an unparalleled passion. That c**t!

He removed his hands from Arnav's shoulder that he had been clutching with a jerk at the same time as Arnav removed his, both doing so with the suddenness of a man who just realized he had been holding a bag full of poop.

The inevitable fall came to Rudra. He fell flat on the hard marble floor his head smashing against it due to the added force of a certain Mr. Raizada's pushing hands.

"Salmaan ji." Khushi gasped, aghast. "Nahiii." she closed her eyes painfully.

Rudra growled in pain, holding his bleeding head. Arnav winked wickedly at him and turned to walk away. But alas, he couldn't. A foot, Rudra's foot landed a solid kick over his ankle dislodging it from its position, he stumbled and fell face down on the ground breaking his nose.

"Mhare Hritik Sa. Naaa" cried Paro, covering her mouth with her palms, sobs escaping her.

The next moment Rudra was on top of Arnav turning him around, "Get up." He yelled, and punched him squarely in the jaw.

"Move f**ker." Snarled Arnav and elbowed Rudra in the ribs. He landed back on the ground hitting his head at the same place again.

Khushi and Paro could take it no more, such assault on their heroes! Husbands go to hell.

Down and numb with pain, both men sensed a movement in their surroundings and came back to reality. They were in the freaking Ratangarh Palace not in some dirt street to indulge in alley fight. Though still dizzy, they tried to get up and turned their faces away from each other. It was then that Arnav found his Khushi and Rudra found his Paro, and they forgot rest of the world.

"Aap theek hain?" she asked him, a sheen of unshed tears in her expressive eyes. Rudra didn't notice that she was wearing a western attire, nor did he notice the perfect hindi spoken in a Lukhnavi accent, all he saw was the adoration in her eyes, for him. He forgot his pain.

"Paro tu yahan kya kar rahi hai?"

Arnav was far too woebegone at his wife's incessant sobs, he quickly attributed the ghaghra choli to a short shopping trip while he was still in the suite and concentrated on the task at hand, "Khushi, it's okay, I am fine, main theek hun." He said, bringing his hand towards her face to cup her cheek.

None of them felt the need to turn around and check out their recent assaulter much less the woman standing next to him.

As with our favorite heroines, they chose this propitious time to faint. Or at least make it look like they genuinely fainted.

Heroes will be heroes however idiotic they may be. And however hurt, battered and bruised, they are always ready and strong enough to carry their unconscious lady love in their arms. So Arnav picked up "Khushi" and Rudra picked his "Parrow" and began walking away, lovelorn and lovesick.

The author at this moment pitied the poor music directors in Mumbai, she couldn't expect them to compose a theme music for the couples in imbroglio now, could she?

But Priyatam and Any Mallik surprised her for the first time. They had a theme song.

Yeh kya hua, kaise hua, kab hua, kyun hua, jab hua, tab hua, chodho yeh na socho

Of course they all failed to notice, how the double role heroines shared a naughty wink and a giggle, peeking from behind their husbands back at each other - a secret sister conversation.

"Morons ALL of them are morons." Observed Lord Ganesh from the Kailash Parvat.

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Aman.. That was awesome... Cant stop rofling... Phattiya ve...

Actually moochiya picked up Khushi and call her paaro
And hotwa picked up Paaro and called her Khushi.. 🤣

Salman ji nahii 😆 maari Hrithik sa ..nai 😆

My tummy hurts 🤣

Phatiya ve.. Seriously???
Even gods fight each other..

I missed this ss very much..

Pls cont soon.. 👏

Originally posted by: prpk525

Aman.. That was awesome... Cant stop rofling... Phattiya ve...

Originally posted by: lechuarshi

Actually moochiya picked up Khushi and call her paaro
And hotwa picked up Paaro and called her Khushi.. 🤣

Salman ji nahii 😆 maari Hrithik sa ..nai 😆

My tummy hurts 🤣

Phatiya ve.. Seriously???
Even gods fight each other..

I missed this ss very much..

Pls cont soon.. 👏

Khushi aand Paro are behens who were separated in Kumbh ke mela 🤣
Runav eyelock and background mujjik Phattiya ve is awesome 🤣
I can't stop laughing 😆

I love the humour ... can't stop laughing ...

Well i dont come here save for one FF, but man i had to comment on this. Loved it ria behen, right from the phatiya ve to the biwi mixup and lord ganesh. Bohut badiya.