Mi own Bajaj-Prerna Fanfic pg 8 updated - Page 5

OK, thx every1 for being so sweet n commenting to my lame story. Yea nuts4kzk I m also surprised I wrote that long. But it was all for u. (aww… I'm such a suckup!)
Hehe
To mi storia.
And ik mi hermana will read this thing n btw nut4kzk I told her to update her story but she is all like 'I got AP. Math and blah blah….. and POE. And I m like 'whatever just update ur story'

So this time no distraction n straight to the story that started out as a joke… hehe. No really it did.

Mukti squinted. Was that a headlight ahead of her? Hmmm. Wonder who it is??? Areh yeh kon sa genius tha ki ek stupid farmhouse mein rendezvous karne ke bat karta hein?
Nervously she drove on. I better know where Sir Bajaj is barna woh informant gaya bhar mein.
"Stupid fog, stupid Prem. Stupid life. And stupid Indro…" She muttered. "Why am I blaming Indro again? Oh yes his stupid idea of us spreading apart and that way we'll easily find Mr. Bajaj. Well mein woh idiot ko kyun suni?" Releasing her breath she hoped she wouldn't crash her nice rental.
Driving 10 MPH was not her idea of fun but who was she to say anything? She squinted her eyes again. Whoa! Woh kon hein jo road ki bich mein hein? She halted the car as she got close enough to see who it was. She cursed herself for not have brought her glasses.
OMG Sharad!

Unknown to Rishab someone was watching him read the sports magazine. The person could clearly see Rishab as he scowled when he saw the prediction for India. The person could hear Rishab cuss those 'foreigners and making decision about how good my India is.' The person could also hear Rishab's cheer when he hooted as he saw that USA had gotten the bronze medal.
Perfect, the person thought. My first prey is in my hand. Now where are the rest?

Birju looked in the mirror. He touched his nose, his eyes. Yep he still looked the same. Kuch najar nahi a rahan hein ki mein kese different hoon. One would think the signs would show. After all he was the Parkinglot Killer, the serial killer that had struck through Mumbai.

Mahesh screamed. "Blood!!" Oh, wait! Its just his hands bleeding. Wait! How did his hands bleed!!! Oh he had struck the bedpost as he was rolling around in the bed last night.
Telling himself to not panic he went to the bathroom of his master bedroom. As he washed his hands and face, he looked up. And nearly jumped twenty feet up the air! There was a ghost behind him!

"Tumara problem kya hein Shravan?" Tanisha demanded.
Shravan Basu rolled his eyes. He finally got what Prem had always talked about. Wait, he meant UD. A woman first wants to get married and then she wants everything.
Shravan hoped his answers would satisfy her. "Mera sirf doh problem hein Tanisha. Ek mere pas money nahin hein new furniture ke liye. Aur tum kyun Prerna Auntie ko problem de rahin ho?"
Tanisha pouted. "Lekin tumara Uncle Anu Prerna ko bahoot priority dein te hein."
"Woh Uncle ki ex hein Tanisha. Kyun Uncle priority Aunty ko nahin denge?"
"Kasak tumari ex hein lekin I don't see you give her any priority," Tanisha argued.
"WOMAN! Its been five years since I've seen Kasak. How the heck am I supposed to give priority or whatever crap to her? For gods sake hum Anu Uncle ke ghar mein hein."
Mahesh looked at the girl on the mirror. It was not a ghost like he had originally thought but someone very familiar.
"Hello Uncle," an unsmiling Kasak said.

Well that was it for this time. By the way what is Birju kaka's name? Yes, its vital to my story. lol
Kaliegh

😉 good job. i am a lil confused i will read it again and try to figure it out 😆

same ehre
its nice, but me 2 confused, also why so many characters are added, I thought prerna will meet bajju there and they will have thier own meeting...................

nice story....but ya it was lil confusing 😆 😆 😆 but do continue it soon.