Recap : Nandini was scolded by her mom..n a meeting was settled between Manik n Mr.Singhania
Nandini's POV :
I went back to my room...as I was not allowed to go to school I went online an did some chit chat wid my frnds on HiKe...
Then they had classes so they went offline...yeah v tk find to school...BT common dude...v r 18...n soon will be giving r 12th boards quite applicable to use it...
I got freshened up changed myself into my jeans n crop top...
My long traces were open cz there were still damp...
Went down for break fast... All were present on the table I went n sat there...
Quite unusual ...
@Dining Table :
I went there n sat... On my usual place...
N said
Me : good morning Dad ...good morning Mom... Good morning naina di (cheerfully)
Mom : why r ur hair open????? You shudnt eat with open hair...I have told you...BT u...y will u care???? (She was gain angry lyk ssly)
Me : mumma my hair were wet thts why... (I tried to justify)
Mom : again...tmhe behes (argument) krne ki adat (habbit) hai na???? U can never change (mom scolded)
Me : BT mumma main toh sirf bata rhi thi (I felt lyk crying...y me always.)
Mom : tm koi galati krti ho kabhi???...no bilkul bhi nai...tumhe chod kr sb bekar hain sirf tm achi ho
Me : BT ma...(I was cut BT papa)
Papa : shut up jst shut up... Cz all these fi8s ...hamare ghar ki barkat ruk gyi hai... N u Nandini agar mom kuch bol rhi hai toh sunlo na...BT no tm apni koi baat girne nai deti...have v taught you this?????
I was in tears...meri kya galati thi...Jo mujhe ese bol rhe hain sab...wht did I do...
Me : papa main toh bas...(again he cut me)
Papa : u won't change smtyms I doubt u r my child only na????...(n he left in anger..without completing his breakfast)
Then mom said : Ansun se darane ki koshish mt karo...you are wrong and u hv to accept it...smtyms I feel...kis baat ki punishment de rha hai bhagwan mujhe tmhare jesi beti de kr...Naina samjhao isse (she said looking at Nanina di...n left..)
I looked at Naina di with teary eyes...n she immediately took me in her embrace
N i started : Nanina di u knw na I dint wanted to hurt mumma papa...main toh bas ...n I cried n cried)
Naina : koi baat nai Nandu...tere mom dad hai na...ese nai rote jane de..unki baaton ka bura mt maan...I knw my bak bak z a good girl...
Me : hai na di...meri galti nai thi na (I said breaking the hugg n asking her with teary eyes n a cute crying pout .awww...such a baby me)
Nanina : ofcorse...
Me : BT di meri wajeh se dad ne breakfast nai kiya...I'm a bad daughter di...main achi brti nai hun... (tears again rolled down my eyes)
Nanina : hat pagal esa kch nai hai...tu ja jakee padhai kr xams hai na...go nai toh latakne ka irada hai (she said to lighten up my mood...n I passed a chukkled)
Me : noway...abhi ye haal hai...latak gyi toh mumma papa Singhania House ki terrace se mujhe latka dengei...or mayb Armaani ki terrace se (I said n v both burst into fitts laughter)
Nanina : tu nai sudheregi (she said laughingly)
Me : kabhi nai (I winked at her ...this was me...I had extreme emotional encounters...I wud cry very soon...then end up laughing also very soon...I had never developed a high profile girl attitude...who was a tough nut...I never had tht I'm so rich n I'm so superior insect inside..me...I lyked being me being simple...I hv attitude BT u knw some attitude z necessary...I never wanted too many gifts n money just wanted a simple loving environment thts it...BT they say na U don't get everything u desire..same with me for now Nanina di n I finished r breakfasts with some more highly girly toks..shhh...)
After finishing the breakfast I went to my room in order to study...I have boards. Joke nai hai..n if main latki then ssly my parents will hang me ulta from ARMAANI ...
POV end...
@MUMBAI
A man in his mid 50s...was standing in the huge luxurious Cabin of India's Biggest Production House YASHRAJ PRODUCTIONS
He takes his mobile fon n moves to the terrace of the Humungous best architecture xample building of 25floors...with the YASHRAJ PRODUCTIONS studded...on the building in bright golden letters..shinning even brighter than the sun...
He calls someone in reaching the terrace...leaning in the terrace railings
Phone Convo :
Man : "Where r u young man I'm waiting...b4 meeting my business associates I want to meet my son... Come fast
Person in other side : on the way Super man ...
N the he disconnected the phone..
There enters a beautiful lady in with a bri8 smile...she reaches the man n says...
" don't be hard on my baby"
Man : " business z business n ur baby z now a grown up man"
"I can't believe it the small baby boy who used to hold my fingers n walk will now stand face to face with me in the conference room..."
Lady : " what else can make us more proud.."
Man : " it's will be the most precious of my life Nyonika..." Said the man with wet eyes...
Yess this man was the MD of YASHRAJ PRODUCTIONS
Yashraj Malhotra : a 55 yrs old fit n still hott according to his Wife n children n their friends
And the lady was his beautiful wife...n the girlfriend of his son
Nyonika Malhotra C.E.O of YASHRAJ PRODUCTIONS..
At a farmhouse in Lunavla
A young hott n sexy girl z banging the door if a room on the second floor of the farmhouse which in the end if the corridor...probably the biggest room in there...
The girl shouts " wake up lazy head...u idiot uth ja...I knw dad ka call aya tha...kst wake n open the dammm door u sleepy head"
N inside the room sunrays disturbed a hott sexy messed up hair creature...forcing to drop curtains from the ever so oceanic dreamy chocolatey eyes...n yeah full of sleep ...he lazily shouts
" Go away Mukti...orelse I'll forget u r my elder sis..." He spoke sexily in his ever so sexy sleepy voice...
Outside the door was yeah the daughter of Yashraj Malhotra the sexy girl but but boys...she z leggaly wedded wife of Abhimanyu Kapoor
She replied "as of I'm scared bhai uth...dad ka fon aya tha na..."
N this alarmed senses of the guy inside "oh shittt" escaped his mouth he jumped of the bed opened the door only to receive a punch from Mukti on his stomach..."look kya de rha hai ja na" Mukti again bugged him...
He said "I'll see u later gangubai" throwing glares he moved towards his closettt..
Mukti " chal chal agee badh I'm not scared...tu pehli apni jaan bacha.." She said sitting on the couch n drinking his coffee.
"Tht was mine madam" the guys said gritting his teeth
"Abhi toh tu apni fikar kr.." The guy thot it's useless to argue to her so he moves towards the washroom n as he was abt to step in Mukti said "aur haan dude be easy u will break ur teeth...I guess u dint want to play Dadajis in front of the camera so soon" she mocked recieving flowers from the vase which was near the guy on her face...n he went to get ready throwing last angry glare...
"Khadoos" she mumbled
N left ...
In the hall she went n started shouting "all the sleepy heads wake up.."
Soon all came out Dhruv Vedant rubbing his eyes...who z working in a dance fiction show
followed by Alya Saxena the famous VJ of MTV the hott sexy diva
N last BT no t the least descended the stairs the hott the sexy...the boy of evry girl's dream the Chocolate Boy of Television world...who enters then girls hearts dance on High Heels beat non other than the only
Manik Malhotra
Manik : Abhi dude...your wife needs a mental check up
Mukti : Abhi pagalon ko sb pagal hi lagte hain
Manik : exactly... She keeps on shouting Manik u r mad Manik tu pagal hai (he mimicked her )
Abhi was standing in half sleep not interested in this sibbling fi8 at all
Then Cabir said : stop it u two!!!...not ur kidish sibbling fi8 early in the morning v gotta catch up our works...
Mukti : exactly my point...so common move ur asses to work idiots ... N mister lazy Malhotra go dad z waiting
Manik starts moving when he stops turns n hugg Mukti n says "All the best toh bol "
Mukti smiles n says "All the best mere Sher...beizzati mt krwa ke ana" n manik rolls his eyes...they both laugh then all wish manik luck n he leaves...
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