To the world of India-Forums, I am Juliet. I was a reader before. But then turned into a writer.
SS: Something to Live for...
OS: Till death breaks me apart
PaRud SS: The Curse Of The Dusk
... are some of my writings so far.
But today, I would like to present a new FanFiction based on our very beloved couple Arnav-Khushi , a combination of Bitter-Gourd and Paani-puri, a poem full of What-the(s) and Hey Devi Maiyyaa(s).
Even though it has ended in December,2012 I would like to wake those characters- those face up and relive those cute chemistry parts with all of you again. So here I am giving you the latest piece of my work based on the eternal couple of the era which ended two years back :
Those jeans clad long legs were running for their owner's life in a speed which seemed pretty abnormal at the bus stand which was hustling with the crowd at 8pm in the evening. Her top was nothing but a low-cut blouse which was shamelessly exposing her midriff which her red sequined net dupatta was trying to cover. Her face glowing with the golden make-up, her forehead decorated with a sequence of small dots that were right above her eyebrow, the kohl in her eyes, the heavy earrings that were dangling every time she skipped while running and her long braid decorated with the beautiful gold plated accessories and flowers that were full of fragrance were shouting out to the crowd about her being a bride who ran away from her wedding. With every step that she took forward, people turned to look at the attire that she was groomed it. A sweatshirt hanging on her red and white bangles clad hands was constantly slipping out of her hand, and the floaters that she was wearing were on their way to heaven.
Reaching the counter, she took out some money from the blue side-bag that she had and said,
'Bhaiya, One ticket for Delhi going Volvo.'
The old man at the counter was gaping at her, his spectacles slipping down his nose when a strong voice interrupted from somewhere behind in the queue,
'We also want a ticket for buses tonight. If you'll please keep the youth bubbling inside you at pause then we would be very thankful.' And the queue finally moved to the pace it was following before the lady in red came.
She boarded the bus and left the breath that she had been unknowingly holding so far, afraid of being caught. She had just closed her eyes when someone jumped at the seat beside her.
'Good Heavens! you are not on a mickey mouse balloon. Sit quietly.' she barked, frustration clearly visible from her expressions.
'And you are who to teach me how to sit and how not to? I am afraid I'll have to apologize if you are the famous Deepika Padukone I ran into. Your Highness, you'll surely not get all the luxuries in this bus full of strangers. Pardon me for my statement though.'
His sarcastic words triggered her anger which was a small bubble a moment ago. It was about to burst and was ready to take the whole bus into its flames. Yet she tried to control it. She could not get into fight at this moment, it was too crucial to be wasted. She took a deep breath and closing her eyes she turned to the other side, trying to get the sleep she needed the most at the moment.
The bus roared with life and after half an hour it was running on the highway connecting the City Beautiful, Chandigarh and the capital of India, New Delhi; marking the beginning of a new journey of two strangers sitting next to each other. Heading to the dawn of a tomorrow which was full of hope of making their lives better. One wanted dreams while other aspired freedom.
Would they be able to achieve it? To know more, keep reading this space.
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Juliet😳
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