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Yes phangirls girls! A combination of your 2 favorite things. ArShi and One Direction.
Honestly speaking, I'm not a huge directioner, but I have a friend who is head over heals in love with them and simply adores Zayn Malik.
Dedicated to a sweetie pie who has a beautiful voice and a knack for writing, a star, Tara (Malik)!
I hope you like this! Muah!
ArShi meet One Direction
What Makes You Rabba Ve
"Arnav yeh kaunse ajeeb desh main tum mujhe le aye? Yahan pe toh Jalebiyaan bhi nahi milti aur koi teekh se hindi bhi nahi bolta." Khushi walked next to Arnav awkwardly in her new outfit.
"Aur yeh bhi koi kapde hai? Aur yeh kaisa dupatta hai jo phasi ke phande ki tarah gale pe band ke rakhna hai." She questioned her scarf.
"It's not a dupatta darling its a scarf, aur yeh aise hi pehente hai."
"Haan haan, paraye desh main ake, humara dupatta ka naam badal diya, usko peheneka dhang badal diya, ab aye ho toh hume bhi badal dijiye. Khushi ke badle Katherine bolna shuru kijeye!" She raised her voice.
"Chup karo please! Subha se mera dimaag kharab karke rakha hai!"
"Nahi hum chup nahi karenge! You know what? Hum aapko chod ke jaa rahe hai!"
Arnav smirked to himself. England main akele kahan jayegi?
"Teekh hai, lekin ye lo mera number, incase tumhara irada badal jaye." He said as he jot something down on the back of a business card.
Khushi figured it was best she took it. "Teekh hai, par le rahe hai iska matlab yeh nahi ki phone karege."
"Yeah sure whatever." He spoke clearly not believing her.
***
So our Khushi started wandering some random place London. There were big cars that looked pretty expensive.
Hai Rabba! Itni badi badi gadiya! Issme toh pura Laxminagar araam se beth sakta hai.
She was quite hungry too.
That laad governer! At least thode paise dene chahiye the, ab hum kya kare, badi bhook lag rahi hai.
***
"God Dammit Sean, where is the chef! We are hungry!" Screamed Liam at their agent over the phone. The rest of the boys were lounging in the recording studio.
"So what did he say?" Asked Harry in his sexy british accent.
"He said she should be there by now. He also mentioned a language problem, she might not be able to understand us clearly."
"Aah screw it! I told you guys we should have just ordered take out!" Niall suggested yet again.
"Oh nothing fills my tummy more than MSG filled Lo Mein." Louis shut him up.
"Sean said she should be here, what if she's stuck at the gates due to her language problem." Zayn suggested, using his million dollar brain.
"You know that could be it, let me go check." Niall got up from his seat.
"Let me," Zayn stopped him.
***
"Madam, for the millionth time, I cannot let you inside without proper authorization."
"Arre yaar! Main tujhe kab se keh rahi hoon mujhe bhook lag rahi hai aur waha andar woh kitchen sa nahi dikh raha hai? Wahan mujhe khaana pakana hai! Tum kabhi pure 4 ghante bhuke rahe ho? Baat karta hai. Aur aap ke baap ka kya jaata hai? Khud khana pakaungi aur khud khaungi!"
"Madam please try and understand..."
"John let her in." Zayn called out.
"But sir,"
"Let her in." He demanded again.
"Alright, you may go madam." The guard opened the gate.
"SHUKRIYA!" She thanked him sarcastically and walked over to Zayn.
"Dhanyawaad hume under aane ki anumati dene ke liye. Woh zarasal hume bohot bhook lag rahi thi aur hume woh aapka kitchen dikhayi diya. Wahan uper!" she pointed to the kitchen that was visible on the top floor of the recording studio due to it's glass window.
"Kitchen? Right? Cook - food - kitchen?" Zayn tried to communicate with her.
"Haan food! Food!"
"Good, I'll lead you to the kitchen. Come follow me." Zayn led her into the door walking past the other guys.
Waise, munde bade sone lagde hai. Arnav ji ki bilkul yaad nahi aa rahi hai.
All the other guys greated her with a polite "Hi" while checking her out.
She looked pretty hot in those skinny jeans, red cropped shirt, and scarf.
"Namaste." She replied to them.
"Alright here is the kitchen, knock yourself out but make it fast alright? We are starving."
Zayn explained.
"Fikar not jee! Aur shukriya!"
"Yeah alright, we'll be downstairs." He pointed towards the stairs that led them down.
"Teekh hai jee, hum wahan se hi chale jayenge."
And with that Zayn left for downstairs.
Khushi was in complete heaven, it was a beautiful kitchen with every food item she could think of and more.
Bada acha ladka tha, uske liye aur uske doston ke liye bhi hum kuch paka dete hai.
***
"Aji suniye!!" she called out. "Aji sunte ho!!!"
Arre yaar! Angrezi main kya kehte hai?
"OYE SEXY!!!"
Arnav ji ne kahan tha ki jab koi acha dikta hai, unhe sexy keke pukar te hai. Aur ye ladke bure thode na lagte hai?
"What, huh?" Louis woke up first.
"SEXY?" She called out again.
"Coming! Coming!" He shook the others up.
"SEXY LOG AAP AA REHE HAI YA YE SARA KHANA BHI HUM HI KHA JAYE?"
"Coming!!" Louis called out again but his voice still couldn't reach Khushi.
Lagta hai yeh log behre hain. Bechare.
"SEXY LADKE DEAD?" She called out yet again.
Arnav Ji ne kaha tha ki jab koi behra hota hai unhe dead kehte hai. Dead nahi par dead jaisa hi kuch tha. Ki farak penda hai?
"Dude I think she wants to kill us! Hurry!" Niall shook Harry.
"COMING MISS!!!" He screamed.
The boys gave up on waking Harry up. Liam ended up carrying him up the stairs.
"Aa gaye tum Sexy log? Chalye khana shuru keejiye, humne toh pet bhar ke kha liya."
"Yes the Sexys are here." Niall gave her a smirk causing her to blush.
Unhone hume Sexy bulaya! Hayeee! Dekha! Hum ache hi hai, lekin woh laad governer humari kabhi kadar hi nahi karte.
"So what have you made?" Harry asked still in Liam's arms. He looked up to him, "Dude put me down."
"Okay." Liam said dropping him to the floor.
"Ouch!" Harry exclaimed.
"Abbe oye bhen de takke! Aise kissi ko chodte hai kya? Ek aur laad governer!" She muttered as she ran for Harry and helped him up.
*Rabba Ve/What Makes You Beautiful in the background*
"Wait is it just me or do I hear some sort of music in the background, something like Raa-Baa Vey."
"Nahi nahi, hume toh kuch ajeeb saa sunayi deh raha hai? Yeh konsi bhasha hai? Your turaning hed bhen you balk two door. Door? Kiss door ki baat kar rehe hai? Patang toh humare yahan January main udayi jaati hai, uss waqat jitni chahiye door aap ko mil sakti hai."
Harry admired her cute blabber and got up.
The boys sat on the table waiting for Khushi to serve them.
The boys had absolutely no idea what the heck was being served to them.
"May I ask what this is?" Niall picked up the roti as if it were some toxic item.
"Aisa kese pakta hai roti ko?" She snatched it out of his hand and ripped a piece dipping it in the shaak thoosing it in his mouth.
"Ab chabao!" She ordered to which Niall hopelessly chewed.
His facial expression changed from digusted to satisfaction to being in absolute heaven.
"This stuff is delicious! You guys should try it!" He suggested.
The other boys ate their first bites apprehensively but later on finished everything that was on their plate.
"That was amazing..." Harry said leaning back in his chair.
"Abhi meetha baki hai!" She said lifting the cloche that was covering the jalebis.
"What is th..." But before Liam could finish, Khushi thoosed a jalebi down his throat.
"Mmm..." was the only sound Liam's insane vocal cords could manage at the moment.
Khushi passed the jalebis around the table and everyone was sent to pure heaven mirroring Liam's moan of pure pleasure. Jalebi's were the new 1D favorite.
***
Ok it's been 5 and a half hours and she hasn't called. Maybe I should call her up once.
He dialed Khushi's number frantically.
Ring Ring.
Ring Ring.
Ring Ring.
PICK UP KHUSHI!
Ring Ring.
He was about to hand up when he heard her voice. "Kya hai?"
"Thank god you picked up. Kahan ho tum?"
Before she could answer, Arnav heard a bunch of moans in the background. Multiple moans.
WHAT THE PHUCK WAS SHE DOING?
"KHUSHI TUM KAHAN HO?"
"Hum kahin bhi ho, aap se matlab."
"Khushi stop this right now aur batao kahan ho tum?"
"Pata nahi, aapne hume jahan se choda tha wahan se hum seedha seedha chalte gaye, phir koi bada sa gate tha dai taraf wahan ek ache se ladke ne hume andar ane diya aur hum unhi ke saath hai."
"LADKA? Khushi I can't believe this, ruko main aa raha hoon."
"Nahi nahi, hum yahan teekh hai unke saath. Unke kuch dost bhi hai yahan. Bade ache ladge hai. Main unhe pyaar se Sexy bulati hoon."
"WHAT THE?"
"Aap hi ne toh kaha tha, jab koi acha lagta hai, unhe sexy bulate hai."
"Khushi maine aisa nahi kaha tha. I meant..."
"Ok, ok, ab mujhe jaana hoge. Namaste."
And with that she disconnected the phone.
Sexy ladke and his friends, you better start praying right now cause Arnav Singh Raizada is coming for you.
***
"KHUSHI!" Arnav made a dhamakesar Bollywood style entry into the kitchen.
"Who are you and how did John let you in?"
"Arnav Singh Raizada. As for your guard, I slipped him a blank check."
"I knew John wasn't trustable." Niall noted.
"Shut up will you." Louis shut him up once again.
"Wait, I think I know who you guys are. Your that band right? One Direction?"
"Uhh yes."
Arnav took out his notepad, casually.
"My neice really likes you guys, could you give me an autograph for her?" He slid the notepad across the table cooly.
"Sure, who shall we dedicate it to?"
"Chotte, her name is chotte." Arnav replied just as cooly hoping Khushi didn't understand what he was saying.
Kill him for liking a British Boy Band. They have good music!
"Love One Direction." Zayn said outloud finishing the message. "Here, he slid it back."
"Now back to the reason I'm here, that girl right there." He pointed to Khushi. "Is my wife. She was lost and now I've come to take her back."
"What? No! She's out cook! And we've decided to hire her forever. Now she will be traveling with us everywhere we go."
"Look," He said taking their passports that he conveniently had at the moment out of his inner pocket. "I am Arnav Singh Raizada aka the guy who's company made the clothes you are wearing right now and this is Mrs. Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada, my wife. I think you confused her for your cook."
"How about we let her decide who she wants to stay with?" Harry suggested.
"Yeah." They all agreed in their sexy British accents.
"F-fine." Arnav reluctantly agreed hoping today was not one of the days Khushi's brain screwed up on him.
"Alright Khushi, we want to tell you that if we are going to have a chef than it's Gotta Be You, only you. And we can appreciate you More Than This," Zayn pointed towards Arnav.
"And What Makes You Beautiful is that One Thing about you that makes you so fun to be around and that makes your cooking absolutely delectable." Louis added.
Khushi was completely torn apart as to what she should do.
Arnav had to think fast.
IDEA!
He quickly picked up his cell phone and faked a call to Aman, "Yeah hi Aman, maine sirf yeh kehne ke liye phone kiya tha ki woh gol gappe aur chaat humne mangayi thi hotel pe, woh sab wapas bhej do. Ab koi usse khane wala toh hai nahi." Arnav spoke with a smirk.
And before he knew it, Khushi ran into his arms total DDLJ Style.
"Sorry boys, but she's Taken."
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I hope you liked it!
I know this was total crap and probably makes no sense
but I am low on creative juice right now.
Never the less, I hope you still enjoyed it!
PMs later!
Love,
Shweta
Arjun
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