THE GODFATHER- Part2...Index/ pg1 - Page 42

Originally posted by: sahr_8

cntttttttttttttttt 😭 😛 its almost my sleepy time lol
I HAVE A WEEK OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF WELL 1 MORE EXAM ON TUE THEN IM FREEEEEEEEEEE FOR A WEEKKk rnt u happy for me 😉

Of course Im happy for u....I remember very well how it felt when exams were over....PART TIME! 😃......now I feel the same way when we go on a vacation and I dont have to do boring housework! 😆 The situations are different but feeling is the same! GAWD! I REALLY NEED A VACATION! 😭

pallavi

Originally posted by: armaghan0

really sad and amazing loved the way u described each and every detail and emotion kripa has the right to e angry she will forgive him eventually pls con soon loved it

Thanks armaghan!

Kripa will forgive him of course, she cant live without him! 😳

But he has a lot to answer for!

pallavi

di when r u going to continue??

cant wait for the next part

Originally posted by: ananya7736

di when r u going to continue??

cant wait for the next part

sorry dear! Im trying to finish typing the last para....but my son is messing it up....😆

I will post it within half an hour.

pallavi

PART 51

A huge, gawdy mansion in Borivli, Mumbai.

A short, stocky, hefty man in his fifties, was sitting on the plush leather couch with his arm around a young girl, sipping vodka in coconut water . A masseuse was crouched before him, massaging his feet and calves with warm, herbal oil.

The man was messing with the girl, fondling and squeezing her vulgarly as she giggled and squirmed . Suddenly, his right-hand man rushed in: Boss, abhi Hongkong se khabar aaya…..Khera aur Jack, dono ko CBI ne maar dala……dono khatam !

KYA?? The man sprang up, pushing the girl away violently, kicking the masseuse to the floor: KAA KAHA? KHERA AUR JACK… ..YEH KAA BAK RAHA HAI? …TUNEY THEEK SE SUNA? TERA BHEJA TOH THEEK HAI NA?

Pukki khabar hai, Boss! Dono…… (the man made a throat-cutting gesture)

Yeh kaa keh raha hai tu? Hamar do besht aadmi the wo….yeh kaisey ho sakta hai? Wo dono toh Zaib ko maarney gaye the?

His eyes were red with rage….red, round and frightful. His teeth drew back in a snarl: YEH SAB USS SAALEY, KU***Y, ZAIB KE VAJEH SE….WO ********* ANGAD MARKAR BHI NAHIN MARAA….AB LAGTA HAI MUJHEY HI KUCHH KARNA PADEGA. KHABAR LE, AB WO KAHAN HAI?

Boss, Zaib ab kahan hai pata nahin lekin khabar mili hai kal Bangkok pahunch raha hai….Bajaj bhi jaayega…..wahan ke Don se kuchh len-den ka maamla hai, kuchh business deal hai"

Damodar Pandey, Underworld Boss, notorious and dreaded leader of Upper Mumbai Mobsters..….was a frightful sight to behold. His face was heavy, florid, crude . He looked every bit as vicious and cruel as he was rumored to be. Hailing from the most backward part of Bihar, he had arrived in Mumbai 30 years ago and built up his own gang of hardened criminals, murderers, pimps and drug-peddlers. He ran the local gambling and prostitution rings and had a thriving drug business. In recent years, he had also started smuggling arms and explosives into the country for terrorists, criminals and politicians' hoodlums. Many rich businessmen and famous personalities paid him protection money.

He was Bajaj's arch enemy……their history traced back 25 years ago when they had first crossed paths with each other . Since then, it had just been a series of revenge killings and executions…..Damodar had tried his best to kill Bajaj but somehow always missed. If Bajaj never visited Mumbai anymore, it was because of Damodar.

Damodar was furious! He paced to and fro on the gleaming marble floors….. he had sent 2 of his best guys to kill Angad/Zaib…..but his plan backfired. Both men were dead! He had to act fast before they reached the fortress in Dubai….he had to do something……to avenge his men's deaths. He couldn't let Zaib live a day more !

Bangkok mein hamaar aadmi kaun hai? He barked at Rocky, who quickly blurted out the name: usey phone lagaa, humko baat karna hai"
He talked to his contact in Bangkok and gave him some instructions.


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Angad sprinted after Kripa at full speed and caught up with her at the cabin door.
Kripa….please ruko, I want to talk to you! …..he called out after her.

Mujey ek criminal se baat karney mein koi dilchaspi nahin hai……she said rudely and turned to open the door. He put a hand on the doorjamb, blocking her way.

She whipped around , her eyes throwing spears of fire at him : Toh tum ab zabardasti mujhsey baat karogey? Mujhpar apna taaqat dikhaogey?

Please, Kripa, give me just ONE chance to explain everything! Sab kuch theek ho jayega, Jaan, buss mujhey ek mauka do…..main tumhey sab kuchh sach-sach batana chahta hoon.

Its kind of late for that….isnt it? She slanted a mocking look at him. Agar aaj subah tum mujhey bataa detey toh baat alag hoti….lekin yeh haqeeqat toh mujhsey chhupaney ka plan tha tumhara, hai na?

Aaj subah main…."busy" tha…..he smiled meaningfully….itney saal baad apna pyaar jo wapas mila, main sirf tumhey pyaar karna chahta tha…..aur phir Kripa, mainey toh pehley hi decide kar liya hai Jurm ki duniya chhod doonga. Isliye tumhey batana munaasib nahin samjha…..please, mujhey maaf kar do!

Maafi? She snapped at him: Main kaun hoti hoon tumhey maaf karney wali? Maafi mangna hai toh jaao unsey maango jinkey rishteydaaron aur apnon ko tumney itni bedardi se maara hai"

Mera yakeen karo, Kripa…..wo sab bahut neech aur kameeney insaan the jinhey mainey……….Khair, jaaney do. .Please, un baaton ko bhool jaao, Kripa, hum ek nayi zindagi shuru karengey, jahan jurm ka saya bhi nahin hoga" he looked at her earnestly, his eyes gazing into hers with sincerity.

She looked away quickly before his mocha eyes could melt her with their warmth: Bhoolna itna aasan nahin. Main kaisey bhool jaaoon ke tumney logon ka khoon kiya hai? Unhey maar dala? Kaisey? How could you do that, Angad? Tum toh aisey nahin the? Tum toh merey devta the…..tum kaisey ek shaitaan ban gaye? Mujhey yakeen hi nahin hota ke tum……….fresh tears fell from her eyes, as she quickly turned and pushed past him into the room.

He went after her, trying to grab her arm and stop her: Kripa…..listen to me!

She jerked her arm away: DON'T TOUCH ME! Tumharey haathon mein khoon laga hua hai, bahut se logon ka laal lahu….…..Josh ka katl bhi tumharey Boss ki vajeh se hua hai. I HATE YOU ! GO AWAY FROM HERE!

He looked steadily at her back: Toh tum mujhsey nafrat karti ho! Waah Kripa Waah, jhooth bolney mein tum bhi kam nahin…..Angad laughed softly, mockingly. Agar himmat hai toh meri aankhon mein aankhein dalkar kaho tum mujhsey nafrat karti ho! COME ON! TURN AROUND! LOOK AT ME! TELL ME YOU HATE ME! TELL ME IM A HATEFUL KILLER !

Kripa turned to him angrily, denial on her lips, when Mother Nature and Cupid (God of Love) conspired to bring the squabbling lovers together! A giant wave pushed the yacht violently upwards. The whole cabin tilted dangerously, Kripa lost her balance and fell with a cry…..straight into Angad's waiting arms! Angad grinned in delight, clasping her to his chest. She looked up furiously, her mouth open to fight……but no words came out! He was smiling down at her, his topaz eyes twinkling gently with love and affection. She felt a familiar weakening in her limbs, her heart flipped in somersaults, her legs turned to jello. She breathed rapidly….lost in his eyes.

Kripa…..he whispered tenderly: Tell me you hate me…..tumhari aankhon mein jo nafrat hai….wo mujhey manzoor hai, Sweetheart! ……he laughed teasingly.

The yacht had ridden the ocean swell, now it tilted dangerously again as it was tossed down by the wave. Angad lost his balance as well and fell heavily on the floor, but with an instinctive reflex he turned over while falling, cushioning Kripa's fall with his body! He yelled with pain as his back hit the hardwood floor. But Kripa's fall was broken by his large frame and she landed on his abdomen. At once, he rolled over so she was pinned under him. He held her hands down on the floor: Ab batao…..tell me you hate me, Jaaneman....main maan loonga !
He grinned naughtily, staring at her parted lips.

She ground her teeth in frustrated anger: ANGAD! CHHODO MUJHEY! UTHO AB! UFFFF U ARE TOO HEAVY! GET OFF ME, YOU BRUTE! She twisted and squirmed under him. Her wild movements excited him…..he laughed, throwing his head back, her heart flipped again at the familiar stance. Desire and anger warred inside her…..anger won!

GET UP, YOU ARE CRUSHING ME …YOU HUGE MONSTER! PRATEEK NE ACHHA NAAM DIYA THA TUMHARA ….MONSTER UNCLE! TUM MONSTER HI HO…..KHOONI DARINDA, MAKKAR, JHOOTHEY, KAATIL……she yelled with frustrated anger!

Angad laughed again: Aur batao, Jaan! Tumhey meri taarif mein jo kuchh kehna hai, keh daalo! I don't mind! As long as I get to be on top !

Kripa blushed for no reason: BESHARAM! GET UP RIGHT NOW! CHHODO MUJHEY! She pushed up against him with her torso , then suddenly became aware of his arousal pressing down between her legs. She gasped and yanked her hands from his grip, struggling furiously: ANGADD! KYA KAR RAHEY HO?

His face flushed with desire..…..he got up on his knees, kneeling between her legs, staring at her heaving chest in the white T-shirt...….she gathered up her knees and kicked him HARD! Her kick landed Right where it hurts the most!

Angad yelled in agony and doubled over, clutching himself. He saw stars and stripes, sun, moon, little bells, mustard flowers, birds tweeting….all in a matter of minutes, of excruciating pain! Kripa had really given it to him this time!!!

Kripa was rather taken aback….she nervously scrambled up from the floor, kneeling in front of him: Angad….kya hua? Angad? Are you hurt?

He looked up somehow…..tears of agony in his eyes: DAMN IT! KRIPA! MUJHEY NAMARD BANANEY KA IRAADA HAI KYA?

OHHHH! Kripa glanced down in horror…..she had kicked him in the ****s….OH CRAP! She hadnt meant to…..she had just wanted to kick him away from her.

Im sorry, Angad! I didn't mean to….
She advanced towards him…..he retreated swiftly in fear: No, No, don't come near me! Stay away! UFFFFFFFF…OAAHHH !
Still groaning in pain, he somehow got up and staggered out of the cabin, still bent over, clutching himself! Kripa gazed at him anxiously biting her lips. She hoped he wasn't permanently damaged…..that would be a problem for her too later….she blushed and bit her lip.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on her cabin door. Raj's voice floated in: Kripa Jee, there is a satellite call for you! Boss has called you upstairs….

Kripa ran to the door and opened it: Prateek? Prateek phone per hai?

Raj grinned: Haan Jee, aapka beta aapsey baat karna chahta hai….the satellite link is up….Main Lounge mein aapka intezaar ho raha hai"

Kripa's heart leaped up in joy, she breathed : Thanks! She ran up breathlessly.
Mr. Bajaj, Angad and Mr. Mittal were surrounding the table with a large-screen computer monitor.

Aao Beti, ab tum apney betey se baat kar sakti ho…..tum dono ko tasalli milegi, wo bhi bahut betaab hai tumharey liye.

Kripa hurried to the table, glancing up at Angad….his face was inscrutable, although he was just as excited to see his son on video phone. She mouthed "Im sorry" as she went past him…..he shook his head and smiled slightly.
He had recovered now from his pain but realized he would have to be careful in future with his spitfire wife. She wasn't very susceptible to caveman tactics….he would have to woo her, win her back again, with tender romance. He would have to show her his softer side!

Kripa sat down on the chair offered by Godfather. He pressed some keys and the video link was in progress. A room apperared to Kripa, with middle-eastern dcor….then Prateek's little face was on the screen. Kripa drew in a breath of delight.

PRATEEK! she called him loudly…..BETA, TUM KAISEY HO?

His eyes were searching for her on the screen…then he could see her too: MAMAAAA…..he screamed with excited glee to see his mother's face on the monitor..….MAMAA…..MAIN YAHAN HOON…AAP KAHAN HO? YAHAN AAO NA PLEEEEASE!

BETA…..MAIN KAL ZAROOR AA JAAOONGI….PROMISE! she tried to smile to hide her heartache.

KAL? Lekin Naani Maasi ne toh kaha tha….aap doosrey flight se aa rahey ho? He got suspicious at once.

Naani Maasi? Kripa looked puzzled.
An elderly woman's kindly face appeared on the video, peeking behind Prateek: Kripa? Main hoon Naani-Maasi, main Mrs. Mittal , tumhari maasi…yaad hai na tumhey? She blinked her eyes rapidly at Kripa, signalling her to support her claims.

Kripa looked up at Godfather questioningly….…he explained: Mr. Mittal ki patni ….she will take good care of Prateek.

Ohho Haan….Yaad aaya, Maasi Jee, kaisey hain aap? Prateek theek hai na? Theek se khana khaya ? Aur bathroom theek se jaa raha hai ?

Sab kuchh theek hai, Beti…tum chinta mat karo….tumhara beta bahut pyaara hai….hum sab yahan bahut mazey mein hain….hai na Betey? She hugged Prateek from behind.

Prateek smiled: Haan Mamaa, Naani Maasi ne mujhey Rajkumar ki kahani sunayi….aur Pariyon ki kahani. Aur mainey parathey khaye…….aur omelette. Lekin Mama, main aapko bahut miss kar raha hoon….aur Papa ko bhi….. Mama….Papa kahan hai? Usey bhi bulao na…main dekhna chahta hoon.

Kripa blinked her eyes to stop her tears and smiled desperately, trembling inside: Betaa….Papa toh busy hain….kaam per gaye hain….shaam ko wapas aayengey tab baatein kar lena" she bit her inner lip to hide her pain.

Angad stared longingly at his son…..a son who didn't know of his existence, who knew another man as his father. And now his Papa was dead too…..but they couldn't tell him about it! What a heartbreaking situation!!

He longed to take Prateek in his arms and comfort him: Beta, main hoon tumhara Dad…….. ab main hamesha tumharey saath rahoonga" but he knew it would be a long time before he could say that to his own child.

His eyes filled up, a pulse beat in his cheek, his heart twisted with pain….he could feel what Kripa was going through!

Prateek looked dejected that he couldn't see his Papa:
Mama, Papa se kehna I love him! I miss him! Aur Papa ko bolna yahan jaldi aa jaye"

Beta….Papa ko abhi do mahiney kaam hai….kaam khatam hotay hi wo hamarey paas aa jayengey" Kripa lied with a shaking voice. Lekin main kal hi aa jaaoongi….Beta, tum Naani Maasi ki baat sunna, unhey tang mat karna, Be my good boy, Okay?

Okay! Mama, pata hai yahan per na bahut bada samundar hai…..aur bahut bada garden hai. Hum wahan khelengey….okay? Papa ke saath main cricket khelna chahta hoon….Papa se kehna cricket bat le aaye….okay?

Okay, Beta! Main keh doongi" Kripa said in a high falsetto, trying to sound cheerful and normal. But she was trembling badly.

The video connection started breaking up…..Kripa touched the screen, as if trying to caress his little face, to love him across the thousands of miles separating them.
BYEEE BETA…MAIN AA RAHI HOON TUMHAREY PAAS! She kissed her fingers and touched the screen, sending him her kiss.

BYEE MAMA……..he leaned over and kissed the monitor loudly. JALDI AANA….his face scrunched up with approaching tears.

She shook her head: Rona mat, Sunny…tum toh merey bahadur betey ho….ab jaakar khelo….Bye, Sunny!

He grinned bravely and waved her goodbye, then the screen went blank.
Kripa looked up at Godfather…..his grave eyes met hers with hidden pain : Connection cut gaya….phir shaam ko connect hoga"

Shaam ko….wo apney Papa se baat karna chahega…..tab main kya kahoongi? She looked up at Angad tearfully, getting up with trembling knees.

Angad looked deeply into her tortured eyes…..she was on the verge of breaking down. He shook his head silently and extended his arms….offering her the shelter of his love. Kripa couldn't help it….with a sob of pain, she flung herself into his embrace, hugging him tightly as she sobbed into his chest: Ohhh Angad, main usey kaisey bataoongi? Mujhey bahut darr lag raha hai…..agar sachchai sunkar usey kuchh ho gaya toh? Main kya karoon? Samajh mein nahin aa raha? She sobbed and fretted in his arms.

Angad gently stroked her head, her long, silky hair, her back……..comforting and consoling her, holding her tightly in his embrace.

It was strange! She was so angry at him, feeling hurt and betrayed by his lies, his crimes..….yet it was in his arms that she found the greatest comfort, the biggest solace. She belonged there…..it was her haven of safety and security.

Ssshhhh, Kripa, don't cry! Sab kuchh theek ho jayega…..waqt har zakhm ka marham hota hai….abhi usey kuchh bataney ki zaroorat nahin. Aur main hoon na…I will take care of him….don't worry! He shushed and comforted her with his words, his caressing fingers. Yet his eyes were wet too…..with churning, conflicting emotions, joy at seeing his son, pained by his questions about his Papa.

Godfather and Mittal quietly left the room…..their eyes were moist ….they were both remembering what they had lost….grieving for their loss, yet happy for Angad, Kripa and Prateek, hopeful about their future reunion.

They stayed in a warm embrace for a long time…..crying together for all the lost years, for all the pain of separation, for Josh, for Prateek, for the crimes he had committed.

Kripa….mujhey maaf kar do….main tumharey bina nahin jee sakta….please, Jaan!

She withdrew slowly from his arms, wiping her red eyes: Mujhey thoda waqt do, Angad! Mujhey bahut taqleef ho rahi hai…..tum merey Angad hokar bhi nahin ho….aisa lag raha hai…..bahut darr lag raha hai….kahin sab kuchh bigad na jaaye phir se….

Kripa….he softly touched her hand: Main jaisa bhi hoon, tumhara hoon…..I will wait for your forgiveness. Tumhey toh pata hai main sab kuchh bhool gaya tha….bomb blast mein meri yaadein chali gayi thi…..main ek bhatka hua, lawaris insaan tha. Isliye mainey galtiyan kee, anjaaney mein ho gayi…..jo kuchh bhi kiya wo tumharey Angad ne nahin kiya….isiliye mujhey maaf kar dena.

She nodded slowly and walked away, going down to the deck below. Angad followed her…..she sat down on a deck chair, gazing at the sea, trying to collect her thoughts, trying to reconcile to Angad's life of crime, his murders, his lifestyle.
Angad left her alone the whole day……letting her think and feel independantly, coming to terms with her new life amidst gangsters.

They all had lunch together in the Lounge. Angad introduced her to Kartik.
Kripa bent down and touched his feet, Kartik was stunned: Arey arey yeh aap kya kar rahi hain?

Aapney merey betey ko bachaya….mujhey apni zindagi wapas de dee…..aap merey liye devta hain…isliye …..she thanked him tearfully. Main kaisey aapka shukriya adaa karoon samajh mein nahin aata….

Kartik smiled slightly, he was a man of action, words and emotions were difficult for him: Yeh toh mera farz tha….Zaib…I mean Angad merey chhotey Bhai jaisa hai, uskey betey ko bachakar mainey ek chacha honay ki duty nibhayi. Aap mujhey sharminda mat keejiye, Bhabhi! I am just glad aapko apna beta mil jayega"

Kripa realized with a slight shock that Kartik was also part of the gang, probably a killer himself. She had to adjust the way she looked at the world of crime….at gangsters. There was honor even amongst criminals….honor, love, affection! They werent all heartless, ruthless killers and thieves.

Mr. Mittal talked to Kripa during lunch, asking about Mumbai, where she grew up, etc. He was also from Mumbai…..Kripa expressed her gratitude towards his wife for looking after Prateek. He smiled: Yeh toh Kalyani ka saubhagya hai usey yeh mauka mila…..usey bachchey bahut pasand hain! his eyes became sad as ahe said that. Kripa noticed that look and wondered what was the story behind Mittal being a part of Godfather's organization.

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Dusk was approaching. A blood red sun dipped low in the west horizon, coloring the swelling waves with nature's paintbrush….orange, pink, rouge peaks and troughs. Kripa sat on her deck chair, observing the colors, the restless motion of the sea…..rising, falling, rising, falling…again and again like the events in her life.
Suddenly, she heard sounds of a guitar. She jerked around in surprise. Angad stood on the steps leading upstairs….playing his guitar. He smiled at her tenderly and came down the steps slowly, strumming the guitar chords, looking deadly handsome in a white shirt and beige pants……his shirt was open at the neck, billowing in the strong ocean winds! He had shaved off his beard….he was clean-shaved….. Kripa realized with a shock…..he was her Angad again….as he was in Goa, playing the guitar as he approached her…his eyes fixed on hers with all his feelings pouring out in that glance.

He stoppped in front of her and started singing:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6IR8GGuuolE&feature=relat ed (Jhankar Beats- KK)

Tu Hai Aasmaan Main Teri Yeh Zameen Hai
Tu Jo Hai To Sab Kuch Hai Na Koi Kami Hai
Tu Hai Aasmaan Main Teri Yeh Zameen Hai
Tu Jo Hai To Sab Kuch Hai Na Koi Kami Hai
Tu Hi Dil Hai Tu Hi Jaan Bhi Hai
Tu Khushi Hai Aasra Bhi Hai
Teri Chaahat Zindagi Hai
Tu Mohabbat Tu Aashiqui Hai Tu Aashiqui Hai
Tu Hi Dil Hai Tu Hi Jaan Bhi Hai
Tu Khushi Hai Aasra Bhi Hai
Teri Chahat Zindagi Hai
Tu Mohabbat Tu Aashiqui Hai Tu Aashiqui Hai
Tu Aashiqui Hai Tu Aashiqui Hai

He circled her as he sang, serenading her…..worshipping her with his eyes and smile.
Kripa started smiling…..his deep, melodious voice sent shivers down her spine. She was melting with his song:

Pyaar Mein Hi Dhoondhta Hoon
Pyaar Se Hi Poojta Hoon Tujhe
Pyaar Mein Hi Dhoondhte Hai
Pyaar Se Hi Poojte Hai Tujhe
Tera Chehra Roshni Hai
Tu Mohabbat Tu Aashiqui Hai Tu Aashiqui Hai
Tu Hai Aasmaan Main Teri Yeh Zameen Hai
Tu Jo Hai To Sab Kuch Hai Na Koi Kami Hai

Tu Hi Dil Hai Tu Hi Jaan Bhi Hai
Tu Khushi Hai Aasra Bhi Hai
Teri Chaahat Zindagi Hai
Tu Mohabbat Tu Aashiqui Hai Tu Aashiqui Hai

She got up from the deck chair and walked towards him, pulled by his voice and eyes….they circled each other on the deck, their eyes locked in an intense gaze.

Har Safar Mein Har Nazar Mein
Har Sahar Main Dekhta Hoon Tujhe
Har Safar Mein Har Nazar Mein
Har Sahar Main Dekhte Hai Tujhe
Pyaar Hai Jo Tu Wohi Hai
Tu Mohabbat Tu Aashiqui Hai Tu Aashiqui Hai
Tu Hai Aasmaan Main Teri Yeh Zameen Hai

Tu Jo Hai To Sab Kuch Hai Na Koi Kami Hai
Tu Hi Dil Hai Tu Hi Jaan Bhi Hai
Tu Khushi Hai Aasra Bhi Hai
Teri Chaahat Zindagi Hai
Tu Mohabbat Tu Aashiqui Hai Tu Aashiqui Hai
Tu Mohabbat Tu Aashiqui Hai Tu Aashiqui Hai
Tu Aashiqui Hai Tu Aashiqui Hai
Tu Aashiqui Hai
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pallavi

awesome part di

loved it completely...i am glad kripa ko realize ho raha hai hi all killers are not ruthless and without honor..

I think she is gonna forgive Angad hai na??

do continue soon

👏

wow di kya laat maari kripa ne 🤣 i read this after a long time. keep it up di 👏

hey di awesome part i hope kripa forgives him soon it was emotional part where she talk to prateek i feel bad for prateek he is asking for his dad who is dead and he doesn't know that his real dad is alive i feel bad for angad tooo

i hope prateek loves him too and accept him too

pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee continue soon di

love ya di

mittal

Hey Dii

Superb parttt... 👏 👏 Prateek he's sooo cutee 😳 and Angadd woahh wht a hottie 😆 😳 Cont soon.. plz make the next partt verry verry sugaryy 😉 😆
Madiha<3