Manan FF - Kaisi yeh Yaariyan season 3 - Chapter 123 & note - Page 50

Chapter 96

"So plan kya hai boss?"

"To take the next flight to Switzerland, barge into his apartment, smash his face against the first wall I get and bury him right there."

"Bravo bravo...matlab manna paregae ...itna awesome idea tujhe aaya kahan se?" Ranbir raised his hands in the air and bowed down, all to mock Manik. "But tu conclusion add karna to bhul gaya, chal koi nahi main add kar deta hun... bury him right there aur uske bad teri to life set, because switzerland ki haseen wadiyon mein tu kisi jail mein life imprisonment kat raha hoga aur yahan Miss Murthy devdasi bani sad songs lypsync kar rahi hogi."

"Whattt nonsense!!! You think all this is a joke?" Manik was so pissed off at Ranbir that he could even give him a punch or two.

"Well funny to nahi hai, matlab teri condition to bilkul funny nahi hai but situation funny to hai, aur tere ideas super dumb hain. Incase tu bhul gaya hai, let me remind you, this is not an Ekta Kapoor show ok?"

"Ab yeh Ekta Kapoor kaun hai?" Manik asked with a puzzled look.

How stupid of him, Ranbir thought. How would a GenX dude like Manik know about Ekta Kapoor. Ranbir knew, because in the last three years, Ekta Kapoor and her soaps (literally) had single handedly rescued his mother from slipping into chronic depression. He sized up his wayward mind. This wasn't the time for such frivolity. 'Serious times call for desperate measures, so focus Ranbir' He reminded himself.

"I meant this is not bollywood, though Neel Dixit can easily put any Bollywood villain to shame. Maine life mein bohot se kameene dekhe hain, but by God iska level hi alag hai. However, that still doesn't make your plan any less pathetic than it already is. This is real life man, you can't just knock him off just like that. There is something called police and law and order and you can't just do whatever comes to your mind, you got to abide by them."

"To wahi to kar rahe hain for the past one night and one day..COLLECTING GOD DAMN EVIDENCE!!! Ab us evidence ka kya karenge? Achar dalenge?" Manik shouted, banging his fist on the coffee table.

"Yahi to problem hai teri generation ke larkon ka, har baat pe temper, violence...shiii"

"Aur tu saalaa... tu kya mere granddad ki generation ka hai kya?" Even in the middle of a crisis they both laughed out. But the situation as they both felt was rather grim. A day had passed since and they didn't have much on hand yet. And this despite their almost doing a thesis on Neel's present and past. They knew he was an asshole right from his childhood, they knew he had stolen his friends paper to get entry into IIMs, they also knew that he resorted to very cheap means to win new deals. But none of this was adequate to put him behind the bars. Yes he had attempted murder on Manik and that was a NON-BAILABLE CRIME, but they didn't have any evidence to prove that. Neither did they know the people he had hired to knock Manik down, nor did they have a recorded confession from him.

"Manik what do you think about the girl's case?" They had dug out a little bit of information about a girl that Neel might have harassed in school. But the entire affair was hush-hush because nobody seemed to know the exact details of what had actually happened. The common friends that Ranbir had with Neel suspected some sort of a wrongdoing but they had clearly warned Ranbir that it could be a wild goose chase with ultimately no outcome.

"I have a hunch, ki that bummer might have screwed up. The way he was talking yesterday, thinking that it was Nandini, I swear agar wo samne hota na...kal to wo zinda nahi bachta."

"Fir se...shaant Manik baba..shaant."

"Yaar mera khoon khawlta hai."

"What do you think mera nahi khaulta, you are like my bro, like kya bro hi and Nandini, wo choti si larki... But anger won't lead us anywhere. We have to be cool and cunning. Anyways, what do you think about that girl."

"I think it's a risk worth taking. She works in Delhi... so lets go to Delhi and lets meet her. Fir jo hoga so hoga but I don't want to leave anything to destiny. I am not letting that shithead come even close to Nandini. Her granny is coming in 4 days and we got to do something before that."

"But uski granny, I am sorry if I sound mean. I don't know her personally but is she blind? Or deaf? Or mental? Kyunki I don't understand ki if she can see and hear and has a sane mind, how could she not make out that Neel Dixit Nandini ke liye to kya, he isn't worth any damn girl...or guy."

They decided to leave for Delhi that same night.

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Mukti was pouring some juice for herself when the doorbell rang. She was bone tired from the three back to back sessions in the hospital. It wasn't the talking that drained her out, but those sad dying faces and the utter hopelessness in their eyes. She saw death every day, from within an arms distance. She was an alternative healing therapist, and worked in a hospital trying out different ways to heal people or to relieve them of pain, long after medicine had stopped working on them. This was a niche field, both as a subject and as a profession. Only a handful of colleges in India taught it and an even fewer hospitals had an unit for it. For a country that has insufficient medical facilities, even the most basic ones, healing through music sounds no less than a luxury or may be sheer buffoonery.

Though she had been working for merely two months, most of the doctors had already shown their displeasure for her, and in their words, 'the ludicrous thing she did' . One even went as far as calling the chairman of the hospital a 'Dimwit' for introducing this therapy. But Mukti didn't give two hoots about what they thought or said. They hadn't lived her life, nor had they seen life through her eyes. They hadn't fought depression, they hadn't been to a rehab, they hadn't loved a dying man & they hadn't been rescued by music, SHE HAD! And so she understood the power of music, of kind words, of a smile or of a pat.

Every day was a new battle for her, every patient a new challenge. She didn't work for money, she worked to save lives, because she knew exactly how it felt to lose someone you love more than yourself.

The bell rang again, pulling her out of her thoughts.

She hurriedly opened the door to find Alya standing at her doorstep. Caught by surprise, she wondered if Alya was here to fight again? After whatever had happened, was there anything more to fight about.

She ushered Alya in, without much of a reaction reflecting on her face, neither the excitement of having Alya here, nor the carried over anger from the previous day.

It was bothering Alya, this numb response from Mukti. She had always known Mukti to be this hyper reactive, impulsive loudmouthed girl. She never recoiled, never went silent, not even when she was furious. And Alya was expecting Mukti to shout at her the moment she would open the door, and Alya would somehow manage to calm her down. But what she saw instead scared her.

It is easy to apologize to someone who is angry with you and shows it, but how do you touch a person, who is immune to your words. Had it hurt Mukti so much that Alya's presence made no difference to her? Had she lost Mukti's friendship for good, for ever? This suddenly brought tears to her eyes and without a word, Alya pulled Mukti into a tight hug.

For a long while she held Mukti in silence, and just when she thought her gesture would not be reciprocated, she felt Mukti's fingers slowly tugging at her top. That's when her pulse relaxed, & her breath became normal from the ragged knot it had become.

She broke away, tears rolling down her cheeks. But she wasn't the only one crying.

"I am sorry Mukti, I am really really sorry.." Her voice was soft & repentant, not catty like it had become of late. Mukti felt as if she heard the old Alya speaking after an eternity.

"Wanna have some juice?" Mukti asked, avoiding Alya's question.

"I really mean it Mukti, will you please forgive me?" She was pleading.

"It wasn't just you Alya, even I spoke crap, but you know what, it wasn't a one off thing, it has been building over months and may be years."

Mukti poured some more juice and offered a glass to Alya as the both settled on the couch facing each other.

"I know, it was me, I had slipped away. But I miss us, miss what we used to be before. I was insecure, because somehow you became closer to others and drifted away from me." Alya was fiddling with the straw, clearly uncomfortable in discussing her eaten up, hollow condition. This wasn't normal for her, to let go of things. She was more used to bottling things up & brooding in melancholy. But after the confession before Dhruv, something had changed in her. She felt lighter, like a boulder had been removed off her chest.

"If you are pointing at Navya, she never was and never will be your replacement, Alya. We don't forget old friends when we make new ones. And you are not even just a friend, we are soulies. But then, even if you did feel insecure, why didn't you come and tell me? Why didn't you give me a chance to clear things out. I am perfectly ok with us fighting and you venting out at me, what hurts is when you indirectly prick with words."

"I guess I just screwed up."

"Can we just forget everything and act like nothing ever happened." Mukti finally asked.

For a long while Alya stared at Mukti, observing every single bend of muscle on her face. "You have changed Mukti...changed for the better. You have grown up while I am still trapped in the past."

"We are a sum total of our experiences, Alya. Life twists & stretches us. We become what we see, and I only see the harshest realities of life every freaking day. I see loss and death and melancholy. All this, this fighting, anger, jealousy, it's a mess that we have built up. But life is too short to fight, life is too short to not love, to not hold on to your best friends. And I don't want to die alone Alya. Let's just be stupid again, shop drink, swear...live life...just LIVE!"

After ages, they chatted for hours and poured out everything going on inside their heavy hearts.

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Meanwhile at the airport, late in the night:

"Ranbir!!! Yeh yahan kya kar rahi hai? I can't believe she has come here to see you off?" Manik was super surprised to see someone else with Ranbir.

"Hum see off karne nahi aaye, hum bhi tumhare sath Delhi chal rahe hain."

Manik rolled his eyes in utter shock, first at the lady and then at Ranbir.

"Hold on Madhubala, hum picnic pe nahi ja rahe hain, incase Ranbir ne tumhe nahi bataya."

"Bataya na usne, ki tum log mission kill Neel pe ja rahe ho."

"Ranbir!!! I will kill you man."

Ranbir was standing like a guilty rabbit, wearing glares in the dead of the night just to avoid Manik's angry piercing looks. How would he explain it to Manik that it wasn't his handicraft. It wasn't his plan to bring Navya here. He had only asked her to book two tickets to Delhi because his credit card was malfunctioning but mam had booked three and self-invited herself. He had tried many things, like persuading her, reminding her about her radio show, scaring her with Manik and his rudeness, so on and so forth but none had worked. What was it about Delhi that attracted her like a bee to honey. Ranbir knew Manik wasn't exactly friendly with Navya and he would be super pissed off at seeing her here, but what the hell could he do except cursing Navya under his breath.

"O hello Manik Majnu Malhotra, Neel ko hum tabse jante hain, jab tum jud ko bhi nahi jante the. Tum to thanks bologe nahi aur bolne ki zarurat bhi nahi hai kyunki hum Nandini ke liye aye hain. Waise hume security check ke liye late ho raha hai, to agar tumhara interogation ho gaya ho to chalein?"

She started walking ahead . 'Did she just slay him? Was this the same Madhubala with fat braids and a knotty face who would run away from her. The radio show had done more for her than earning her bread & butter.' Manik wondered while following her, Ranbir by his side. Out of sheer desperation, he checked around and then kicked Ranbir for being such a dud.

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Originally posted by: thamannamanan01

mukti s behaving so matured

not like theone we used to see

she s trying to help people ,to save people ...

aliya s entry n the way mukti behaved ...

aliya was expecting mukti to shout n scream ...

but nothing happened ...

mukti s correct navya never took aliya s place n can never take

they r back to soulsis ...

awsome part of this update

manikn ranbir

some wht similar tomanikn kabeer

take the next flight to Switzerland, barge into his apartment, smash his face against the first wall I get and bury him right there.

😛

"Bravo bravo...matlab manna paregae ...itna awesome idea tujhe aaya kahan se?... because switzerland ki haseen wadiyon mein tu kisi jail mein life imprisonment kat raha hoga aur yahan Miss Murthy devdasi bani sad songs lypsync kar rahi hogi.

😛

yeh Ekta Kapoor kaun hai?" Manik asked with a puzzled look.😃

"Yahi to problem hai teri generation ke larkon ka, har baat pe temper, violence...shiii"

"Aur tu saalaa... tu kya mere granddad ki generation ka hai kya?"

"What do you think mera nahi khaulta, you are like my bro, like kya bro hi and Nandini, wo choti si larki...😊

now the most interesing n seeti maaroo scene ...

manik s reaction seeing navya

😆

"Hum see off karne nahi aaye, hum bhi tumhare sath Delhi chal rahe hain."

😆

"Hold on Madhubala, hum picnic pe nahi ja rahe hain, incase Ranbir ne tumhe nahi bataya."

ranbir wearing glares just to avoid manik s glare 😛

he told her to book tickets n she self invited herself😃

He had tried many things, like persuading her, reminding her about her radio show, scaring her with Manik and his rudeness, so on and so forth but none had worked. What was it about Delhi that attracted her like a bee to honey.

😆

loved navya s reply tomanik

"O hello Manik Majnu Malhotra, Neel ko hum tabse jante hain

, jab tum jud ko bhi nahi jante the.

Tum to thanks bologe nahi aur bolne ki zarurat bhi nahi hai kyunki hum Nandini ke liye aye hain.

waise hume security check ke liye late ho raha hai, to agar tumhara interogation ho gaya ho to chalein?"

😛

. 'Did she just slay him? Was this the same Madhubala with fat braids and a knotty face who would run away from him.

😃

Out of sheer desperation, he checked around and then kicked Ranbir for being such a dud

👏.

love you so much ...for this awsome story

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Originally posted by: 1_drop_of_rain

Do you know that u r my inspiration for anything comic? Whenever i attempt at writing anything funny i think about u because i know u r going to enjoy it big time. I know I suck at it, but i try :) I am glad u enjoyed this part :)