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A reluctant visit to an abode of meagre means
Unknown of the abundance of love in its realms
A hustle to welcome a son-in-law full of pride
A tussle with the cooler that turns futile
Muh dikhayi of the tycoon for the chulbuli ladies
Showering of cheeky love, by the natkhat aunties
Be together for eternal a blessing in return
The hearts dance to this wish that they so yearn
The taekwondo girl revels in her impish plans
More smitten than angry, he is with her pranks
The creep succeeds in the battle of the soap
His scheming mind works to dash every hope
Welcome to BFTP thread twenty four
The lion brought out of his lair to settle a score
To some freaky fears, Mami says hello hi
Mamaji disappears without saying bye bye
there are many mysteries in this universe we'll never quite fathom... for example, where did mama ji disappear to? and even how? was he in fact houdini? did he vapourize or just move to another planet or...? or, for that matter, why exactly did a tycoon, brusque, rude, and capable of throwing his dhadkane girl out onto cold flagstone floor move to her family's modest dwelling at her bidding? was it because of the way she looked at him? or the effect of touching her lips with his index finger? and why exactly do our knees turn to water, our stomach's churn when two people in a not too well written episode, merely look at each other, or worse, when he says something, often monosyllabic, in a low low guttural voice. sometimes the word has three syllables... anyone looking forward to "understood?" but it's these mysteries precisely which make life worth living and us coming back here for more. asr goes to sasural, the famous spot in lakshminagar known as gh, a most interesting string of inexplicable events unfold leading to a closing of distances and the assertion of a cataclysmic need. things get real hot, maybe we should all order new air conditioners. and take many baths at the public tubewell.
the kick landed right on his stomach. he jackknifed up on the bed, "what the!" he exclaimed in agony.
clutching his stomach he looked around in bewilderment. what could have hit him like that? was someone out to kill him?
then he noticed her leg on his lap. huh! what was khushi's leg doing here? before he could grasp at an answer, a fist came and hit him hard on the shoulder...
he turned and stared at khushi. it was her. she was kicking and punching him. what was this? some sort of bizarre khushi kumari raizada... singh gupta revenge plan? he snarled at her viciously only to realise she couldn't see it.
she was fast asleep.
asleep?
his jaw had just begun to drop, when her right leg swung out from somewhere unknown and struck his shin sharp.
"ow!" he exploded, grabbing his shin with both arms and rolling in pain. khushi flung an arm around him and held him tight, he could hear the faintest, softest, "mmm, arnav ji, chhoriye hume!"
(mmm, arnav ji, let me go!)
the pain seemed to glide from his shin to somewhere near his heart, all around it, and gripped tight. he closed his eyes, feeling the blow of her soft utterance and the weight of her lissome arm across his chest.
he let go of his shin and put his palm on her arm where it rested against his heart.
"khushi!" he whispered, a helpless sound in it tonight.
she decided to roll away just at that moment, all the way to the edge of the narrow bed. he was beginning to sit up to pull her back, when she moved at mercurial speed once more, rolling right back and slamming hard against the length of his body, her back to him.
his arms reached out in reflex. she pressed back against him and her elbow flew backward jabbing him in the ribs.
"uggfhffh!" was all he could manage. then before any further damage was done, he slipped his arms around her from behind and held her firmly, pulling her even closer.
"come here, you crazy taekwondo queen, and stay still, samjhi tum!" he whispered, a little anger in his voice.
his shin was really hurting. her size was deceptive, all that samosa, chana and poori eating had obviously built brute strength in his sleeping beauty. he peered at her innocent features evocative in the moonlight. a malfunction in the heart region occurred instantly.
he swallowed.
his hand accidentally brushed against her belly... it yielded to his touch, cushiony and soft.
something leapt in him. he closed his eyes. how would he survive this night?
he breathed out very carefully and opened his eyes, and concentrated on the bright pink mosquito net. maybe it would work, take his mind of... things.
pink mosquito net? what the.
she punched him on his quadriceps. deftly.
clutching his stomach he looked around in bewilderment. what could have hit him like that? was someone out to kill him?
then he noticed her leg on his lap. huh! what was khushi's leg doing here? before he could grasp at an answer, a fist came and hit him hard on the shoulder...
he turned and stared at khushi. it was her. she was kicking and punching him. what was this? some sort of bizarre khushi kumari raizada... singh gupta revenge plan? he snarled at her viciously only to realise she couldn't see it.
she was fast asleep.
asleep?
his jaw had just begun to drop, when her right leg swung out from somewhere unknown and struck his shin sharp.
"ow!" he exploded, grabbing his shin with both arms and rolling in pain. khushi flung an arm around him and held him tight, he could hear the faintest, softest, "mmm, arnav ji, chhoriye hume!"
(mmm, arnav ji, let me go!)
the pain seemed to glide from his shin to somewhere near his heart, all around it, and gripped tight. he closed his eyes, feeling the blow of her soft utterance and the weight of her lissome arm across his chest.
he let go of his shin and put his palm on her arm where it rested against his heart.
"khushi!" he whispered, a helpless sound in it tonight.
she decided to roll away just at that moment, all the way to the edge of the narrow bed. he was beginning to sit up to pull her back, when she moved at mercurial speed once more, rolling right back and slamming hard against the length of his body, her back to him.
his arms reached out in reflex. she pressed back against him and her elbow flew backward jabbing him in the ribs.
"uggfhffh!" was all he could manage. then before any further damage was done, he slipped his arms around her from behind and held her firmly, pulling her even closer.
"come here, you crazy taekwondo queen, and stay still, samjhi tum!" he whispered, a little anger in his voice.
his shin was really hurting. her size was deceptive, all that samosa, chana and poori eating had obviously built brute strength in his sleeping beauty. he peered at her innocent features evocative in the moonlight. a malfunction in the heart region occurred instantly.
he swallowed.
his hand accidentally brushed against her belly... it yielded to his touch, cushiony and soft.
something leapt in him. he closed his eyes. how would he survive this night?
he breathed out very carefully and opened his eyes, and concentrated on the bright pink mosquito net. maybe it would work, take his mind of... things.
pink mosquito net? what the.
she punched him on his quadriceps. deftly.
Credits: DurgaS has written the opening lines and the welcome poem, the IPK banner is by ArshiHamesha, the GIF banner is created by Katelyn, she has also edited the music and composed the "I'll never let you go" siggy, blast notes and "ASR goes to Sasural" are by indi52. ArshiHamesha, supriya.arshi, DurgaS and indi52 have designed the main posts.
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