Recap:
Prem's Point Of View
I keep staring at her as I hold on to her waist as we continue to fall on the seat due to the sudden coach breaks. We keep staring at each other, neither smiling nor angry. We just felt konnected. Her eyes, big, dark brown...confident...that's it. The simplycity. Those were her main attractions. We stare at each other, not one of us making the move to move.
Chapter 4 -
Heer's Point Of View
I keep staring at his manly figure, and his tight and huge hands, holding me close to his chest. I don't even make a move to get away from him. I just couldn't. Instead, I keep staring at his angel like face. He doesn't move either, but instead, his grip around my arms tightens and he pulls me closer to his chest. I feel a smile breaking through both of our lips, and suddenly I feel something happening and we both look up to see everyone in the bus, leaning against our seat, and staring directly at us. Some of the passengers were looking at us rather romantically, while others, the older ones, were looking at us in disgust. Quickly, I let go of the Jediot's chest and stand up and start to straighten my hair. Embarrassed. I then notice, that he did the same. I quickly move away from him and stand in the coach isle and look at the bus conductor, while every other passenger just stares at us, trying to hold back their laughter.
"Toh...do you think we shall stop our bus and watch the live telecast of Tom and Jerry?" he starts off, in a mild and very impatient voice.
I look up at him, with my eyes wide, and filled with confused looks.
"Excause me?" I say, confused like I had never been before.
"Yes. Tom and Jerry. From the moment you have stepped in to this coach, you two have not taken a single breath. Kur kur kur kur karte hi ja rahe ho! It is interesting, for sure, but that doesn't mean we can stop our coach and watch you guys fight like a true husband and wife. Okay? Ab, please. Please do us a favour and sit quietly in your seats, and do anything else...EXCEPT fighting!" the conductor says in a pleading voice, his voice so high, that it almost looked like he could cry any minute.
"Sorry...lekin.." I try to argue with the conductor saying how this jediot broke my phone, but conductor finally folded his hands together, pleading me to not say another word. I quickly turn around to my seat to see the jediot giving me disgusting looks. God, this will be the worst ride of my life.
As we got seated, I hold the LG Shine in my hand, and try my best to put it all together, just to see the jediot listening to his iPod with pure softness, and not a single bit worried about my broken phone. Besharm jediot kahin ka. Ladki to ladki, phone ko bhi nahin choda!
Frustrated, I finally give up on trying to put my phone back together, and put it back in my sweater. I take out a book to read, when I see 2 heads popping up from the 2 front seats.
"Psst" the girl on the seat, black haired, tall, and dark browned skinned girl says, as she turned her head, leaning over her seat to face me. She looked about the age of 19, almost my age, and beside him, was a tall, muscular, shaggy haired guy. About 20-ish. He also had his body leaning over from his seat, and turned towards me and the jediot.
"Yes?" I say, as I elbow the jediot. He looks up at me in a "What-the-heck-was-that-for" way, and goes back to listening to his iPod. Still smiling at the 2 people, I step on his foot, making him finally take his ear phone's off and looking at me, all frustrated and angry. I then point towards the 2 people that were leaning from thier chairs from the corner of my eyes, and he quickly stops before he even has a chance to say anything. He then, smiles at the two people.
"Hi, I am Madhuri, but Maddy for short." the girl says, introducing herself, and then points towards the guy, who we eventually came to know as Raj. "And this is my husband, Raj[Ranbir Kapoor from Bachna Ae Haseeno]"
Raj waves at us. "Hi!"
The jediot and me both look at each other, shocked. Husband? I knew he was wondering the same thing I was. Maddy didn't even look any older then me, and she was already married?
"Husband?...but..." I say, embarrassed of even stooping that low to ask such a personal and unnessessary question.
Maddy and Raj giggle. "Actually, yea. We both are really young, probably not younger then you two are, but hey, pyaar kisi warning ka mahutaj nahin hota hai. Woh toh bas, ho hi jata hai", Maddy replies.
"Oh..." is the only thing that I manage to say.
"Now, enough questions about us, now tell us more about your self. Shaadi?" Raj asks, leaning slightly towards Maddy, and playing with her hair.
"YES!" The jediot and I reply at the same time. How did they know that I had ran away from my marriage? I look down to see my wedding attire, duh! This is where.
Raj and Maddy seemed very impressed, and then carried further on with thier statements, rather then questions. "Kab?", asks Maddy.
"Aaj!" we both manage to reply at the same time..again. I look at the jediot, confused as to what he was talking about. And he looks up at me, in a strange and unconnected manner, probably wondering the same thing aswell.
"When are you two going for a honeymoon then?" asks Maddy.
I stare at Maddy in horror.
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Prem's Point Of View
"What?" Chudail and I say, at the same time. Honeymoon? Where they hello in the jello, did this come from? I thought Raj and Maddy were just asking about the wedding function that I had to attend in Shimla. That is why I had said Yes to thier question about the wedding. I thought they knew that me and this chudail were never married...like come on, Prem Juneja didn't have this kind of a bad choice in girls...I swear! Chudail seemed as shocked about it as I did. I quickly place a glance down at our clothes. She was wearing some heavy embroided, red and gold wedding dress, with jewellery, of god knows what the weight, and I was wearing a black Armaani suit. Urgh! I felt like smacking myself right in the head. No wonder Raj and Maddy thought, Chudail and I were married. Just look at the clothes we wore!
"Yes. Isn't that what we were talking about all along?" Maddy, asks, innocently, but yet confused about the whole miskonnection.
"Actually, I can NEVER get married to his chudail here..." I say, trying to prove my point, straight and clear.
Chudail looks at me as if I had gone nuts. "Excause me, you don't dare call me a chudail, you nut head!" she says, angry. See, this is what I mean by chudail. Suits her perfectly! Changing colours, every second.
"Don't call me a nut head. You jungli billi!" I reply, staring directly at her eyes.
"See, this is what I meant by marriage. They fight like true original master pieces of husband and wife. Like a perfect, and prime example!" I hear, Maddy wispering to Raj, who just smiles back at her. Her statement left me more confused, then ever. A true example of husband and wife? Seriously? Me and this cudail here?
~End of Chapter 4~
