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Chapter IV

They said he had killed his father and turned back on his mother.

Maybe the mother was a witch yelled back the furstrated father.

The father realized his folly as soon as he said that and even before the girls started howling with indigtation. With a glass of water on his hand, he looked down and wished he were somewhere else and didn't have to hear the screeching of his beautiful angles.

Karan Singh, was furstrated and just wanted to watch cricket on TV. But instead he was forced to listen to his three beautiful daughters yell and scream. Even Puja, usually the reasonable one, was riling up the other two with her tales.

Ma ne kaha tha ki beti hogi to pain ayega lekin nahin soona aur ab pain suffer kar rahan hoon. He thought thinking of his late conservative mother.

"Mein ne to suna hein ki who ek ladki se pyar karta tha lekin woh bichari ko bhagaya," Sonali said.

"Mein soona hein ki woh to ek gangster hein." Put in Samira.

Puja snapped, "Its called hiphop."

"Hai bhagwan kya woh din rat hip aur hop karta hein kya?" Samira wailed.

The girls started yelling again. Karan Singh wanted to run out of there.

That was the scene Mukti ran into when she came to her uncle's home. The girls were running around and yelling and Kaka Karan was sitting there looking desolate. Mukti rolled her eyes at the usual scene in her dad's brother's house and took charge.

"Kaka? Kya ho raha hein?" She asked.

Karan looked up with relief. Finally, his understanding neice was here. He didn't know how but somehow this mere slip of a girl put organization back into his chaotic house.

"Are to agayi Mukti? Mujhe laga tha ki tumara to ek interview tha?" Karan asked.

Mukti smiled. "Well I got it."

"Are yeh to khush bi bat hein ki meri Mukti ek sarkari kam payi." He smiled with happiness for his niece and wished his own angels were as great as his niece.

"Ha. Lekin yeh ha kya hua hein?" She asked.

As soon as the girls had heard their cousin come in they had waited for a chance to talk to her and right this terrible wrong and now they all started talking at the same time.

"He is getting us married-"

"With a hip aur hopper…."

"Mein kya karo Mukti meri pas to sari bhi nahin hein-"

Mukti laughed at the indigination she heard in her several years younger cousins. "Kaun hein yeh ladka?"

"Sir the gentleman is here." The butler announced.

Mukti whirled around to meet this new potential husband for her cousins and was shocked to see Prem Prerna Sharma walk in the room.

Chapter V

Kasak took a deep breath and got out of the car. She tugged down on her samiz. As she got to the entranceway she pushed back her hair. Music blasted at her as she opened the door. Her eyebrows went up at the volume of the music. Well. Someone is having a lot of fun. A man was kissing a woman as if his life defended on that.

"What!" Krishna Kumar Mallory, known as Kris or KK to his friends yelled.

"Shhh!!!" Prem Prerna Sharma said to his friends. "You don't have to tell the whole world whats happening!"

"Areh you little dumb piece of- kya kaha mujhe? Mat chilaoon? Areh mein ja kar ek pahad se sabko tell karonga."

Prem rolled his eyes. "Mr. Rabbit chill it. It was just a favor yar I didn't ask you to die."

"Woh favor to mujhe suffocate karega!"

Prem sighed. Then he mimicked Kris, "Ha! Bichara mein. Mr. Rabbit. Meri sab si achi dost Prem ne mujhe ek favor mag rahan hein lekin I'm too selfish to not do it. Because I'm Mr. Rabbit."

Kris yelled, "Areh stop calling me rabbit. Why the hell do you keep on doing that?"

Prem smirked. "Because you're a cowards. Ek kharayo ho tum."

"I'm not a kharayao. I'm going! Don't get in trouble."

"OK. Think about it…. Daddy Kool."

As he is walking towards the door, Kris stopped at the remark and looks back, "Phir ssuru ho gaya tum. I'll think about it. Aur yeh kaun hein Mr. Daddy Kool."

"Koi bhi nahin sirf ek Mother Indiatum ki patiparmeshwar."

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Prem watched his best friend go out the door. Then he walked towards his drawer. On the top there was faded, and tattered picture. He ran his fingers through the girl's hair. Mukti.

Mukti was her jaws dropped in shock as Prem sauntered in the room. She didn't know what surprised her more, seeing Prem or seeing Prem in a conservative suite with no hip hop thing on him.

She thought of all those she had wondered how she was going to feel when she met him again. She had not known that she would feel so free. It was as if after five years she was finally being allowed to be herself.