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Part- 6 Deciphering Rishab Kundra
Rishab's POV.
Well traveling by train was quite exhausting. Thanks to the constant motion of the train and Kunal's loud snores I was sleep deprived. The only thing I wished for was to get home asap and hit the bed straight away. I was so sleepy that I could hardly keep my eyes open. Thank Goodness I was finally able to reach Bhai on his cell and asked him to send the driver to station on time to pick me up which saved me from Mom's endless questions. Here I was standing on the entrance door ringing the bell continuously as I can hardly keep my eyes open, I was so tired that I was afraid of falling asleep on the patio. On top of all that this stupid housekeeping staff was testing my patience, where the hell have they disappeared to?? They were taking hell lot of time answering the door. Wait till I get my hands on them they are dead meat today, starting with the person who opens the door.
Finally the door opened and I lashed my fury on the person standing in front of me without sparing them a glance. "Where the hell where you?? How much time does it takes to open the door, did you die or something back there?? Do you come here to work or sleep on the duty?? I have been ringing the bell since last 15 minutes, You can't hear it?! Have you gone deaf or something??!!"
When I was done shouting on top of my voice, I was feeling bit lighter, I was all set to go to my room and crash on the bed but the thing which happened next caught me completely off guard. It was equivalent to 1000 watts electric jolt, the girl whom I least expected to see was standing right in front of me, in my house shouting herself hoarse. She seemed to be in very bad mood and she started shouting at me, which I did not see coming. She was calling me 'Dingdong' and instead of getting mad at her I was busy thinking what the hell is she doing in MY HOUSE!!! Suddenly my brain cells started working and I thought maybe she is one of the newly hired house- helping staff. As though on cue she answered my question by shouting at top of her voice that she is NOT the house maid, but suddenly she stopped shouting and had this strange kind of expression, probably fear etched on her face. She was looking at someone standing right next to me with the look of horror, I got curious to know who it was and when I turned I saw Bhai's driver standing near by, asking her for the file which Bhai has asked him to collect from the house. That was when I understood that she mistook me as Bhai's driver. If she is not one of the Help then why was she handing out the file to the driver? More importantly what was she doing here in our house handing out Bhai's important file to his driver.?? She certainly can't be a guest, because Bhai would never let some random visitor, visiting our house to enter his study.. Wait a minute, she can't be whom I think she is!! No she just can't be!! Maybe she is Bhai's secretary or one of the office staff sent by Bhai to collect the file, but why didn't she go to the office along with driver?? Why was she still here at home??
I decided to put an end to this mystery and to straight away ask her, that why she is here, what she is doing and most importantly have to ask her Real name this time. Just as I was about to open my mouth I heard someone calling me.
"Rishu, when did you come and why are you standing at the entrance?? Come let's go inside the house" Great!! Just Great!! My Mom's timing was just excellent. Just as I expected, my Mom unleashed her never ending question missiles on me. But I was least bothered about that, because all my attention was on the girl standing in front of me, she looked petrified, giving me nervous glance. Is there by any chance she has recognized me?? No that's not possible, b'cos she never saw me that day, she did not even knew that I was there. Had she known or seen me that day by any chance, then right now her expressions would have been full of anger and rage instead of fear and guilt. It seemed that my mother noticed my source of distraction and decided to make the introductions.
"Ah Rishab, this is Madhubala. Yash's wife and your Bhab.. '" OH NO!!! It can't be, it's not possible.. It was like my worst thought which I had in my mind a second ago came true. Despite the terrible chaos in my mind I was able to stop Mom at the right time, before she could emphasis and seal our horrible and most dreaded relationship by saying it out loud. I was quick enough to divert my Mom's attention by asking about Dad, since I know that Dad's hardly ever in town. Just when I thought that I have succeded, Mom again tried to bring up the formidable topic, this time trying to tell her that how I was related to her. So I had to cut in Again!!!
"Mom I'm feeling very tired after the long and hectic train journey and I want to rest, so if you don't mind can I go to my room and sleep for a while?!"
"Yes, Rishu you go and take rest, you must be feeling tired from the journey. Even I have to go to a function and I can't afford to be late as I'm the Chief Guest, will see you later. Bye."
After Mom left I couldn't stand there even for a second, so I dashed to my room and closed the door behind me. Suddenly I was suffering from this most terrible and excruciating head-ache which either occurred due to travel fatigue or due to the shock of finding the girl of my dreams landing up in my house as my.. "F***" I cursed out loud. Fate was being such a bitch, is this some kind of horrible dream which I was experiencing?? If it was then I wanted to awake from it asap. I kicked the nearby furniture in frustration, resulting in terrible pain, which only proved that this was not some dream it was reality, hardcore reality. My head was throbbing very badly and I was in no state of thinking or doing anything coherently. I slumped on the nearby sofa and drifted away.
"Oh, come on Rish it would be fun plus you know chicks dig guys who could strum a tune or two on Guitar. A simple Guitar gives you the look of very Romantic Bollywood Actor and an Electric Guitar makes you look like RockStar. 'Sada Haq Ethe Rakh' Ranbir Kapoor type you know." Kunal Khanna has been my best friend from the very first day of the College. Kunal and I are basically the same. We are like two pods in the peas, he is like my brother from another mother. We both were Cool Jocks of College Football and Basket Ball team which attracted the species of opposite sex like moth to the flames. The only difference between Kunal and me was that he is not far-sighted like me, he believes in living in the moment rather than worrying about the future. He is a hard worker but lacked passion and obsession in life, because half of his attention was always devoted towards flirting with girls, even now he was busy convincing me to take up some stupid Guitar Lessons to woo girls.
"Ok Kunal cut the chase and come straight to the point. Who is she and what do you want from me??"
"The instructor, she teaches Guitar at the M.A.D Academy i.e., the Music and Dance Academy. She is hot and sexy and "Hot"!!! I'm crazy about her. Since you are the chick magnet and so much experienced in this field. I mean you have a knack for knowing and extracting the secrets from girls, so all I want you to do is attend couple of classes, talk to her, get to know her and confirm whether the coast is clear for me?! I mean does she has any Boyfriend?? If she is single and ready to mingle then I will try my luck, if not then there is no point in wasting the time."
Well Kunal was right. I'm the expert in the field of girls and can read them like book, in and out. Just like Will Smith in the movie 'Hitch' well a dozens of affairs and couple of night stands does teach you lot of things, and you tend to become experienced in these things. But all this was the thing of past. Now I'm a reformed flirt. No, I have not taken to celibacy. Its just that all this short term affairs made me re-think about my original self before I indulged into this 'So-called stupid pursuit of love' which was more or less driven by lust and attraction rather than true love which was my initial quest. Since childhood I have admired Bhai and Bhabhi's relationship and the love they had for each other in their eyes. They have been with each other for a very long time. Theirs was the 'True Love' the one we read about in novels and see in the movies, one of a kind. I always dreamt of having a perfect soul mate just like Bhabhi. For me Bhai and Bhabhi were the "Perfect Couple" I admired them, kept them on pedestal. I too wished to fall in love with a girl like Bhabhi. But as I entered my teens, the hormones kicked in and the quest for true love went for a toss. I became a Player and big time flirt. My good looks and popularity added to the X-Factor. But now after the 'Been there, Done That' all this attract and flirt game has began to bore me. So I restored to my prior goal i.e., finding true love.
"Sorry Kunal, I can't. I'm just sick and tired of this silly games and I think its high time you too should grow up and stop playing the childish game of 'Flirting, Dating and Dumping.'"
"Come on, Rish now you are being selfish and mean. All this things never mattered to you when you were dating Maya the hottie from college!? Now when its my turn you suddenly decide to be Mr. Nice Guy and sermonize me on what's good and what's wrong?? Who knows Sheetal and I, I mean the Guitar teacher could be my true love and you are helping me find me my true Soul Mate.. Hai Na?! Ho Sakta Hai Na??!!"
"You mean to say that the girl whom you have not seen, could be your potential soul mate and you fell in love with her, just my seeing her picture in the ID which probably fell from her purse in the City Mall's Parking Lot.
"Well you can't be sure until you have given it a try. Moreover love just happens. Just like that *snaps finger*. On the bright side even it does not work out as planned we would get to learn something. What Say??" Kunal was in no mood to give up.
"Yes you are right, learning Guitar could be fun."
"Thanks Buddy, I own you on this." Kunal gave me a side hug and went to get something to eat from the kitchen.
The Mission of wooing the Guitar Teacher turned out to be a total dud, because it turned out that the said girl in ID picture was 7 yrs older than Kunal, married and was on sabbatical vacation, as she was on her Family Way. That's right!! Kunal was trying to hit on 8 months Pregnant Lady. I still get cramps LOLing at Kunal's talent of getting turned on by an ID Picture. But Kunal instead of feeling ashamed about this whole incident, tried to give a lousy excuse to cover up his fiasco.
"How was I supposed to know that she is Married And Pregnant. She looked so young and beautiful in the ID picture. Its not my fault that the picture in the ID was a Passport size picture. I could only see her beautiful face. I think she uses 'Santoor Soap' the way they show in the TV ad. That is the secret of her beauty. What Say?? But one thing is sure she will make a very good 'Yummy Mummy'."
As we had done all the formalities, paid the fee and also got our Student ID's I thought it wouldn't hurt to attend a couple of classes. The teacher who was filling in for Kunal's supposed soul-mate who turned out to be married and pregnant was an old man, but very experienced and an excellent teacher, he really got me interested in playing Guitar. As I was already well-versed in playing Piano and Drums, learning Guitar was not very hard for me as I already have very good knowledge of music, it just took me a week on top to get the hang of the chords and the key points to play the Guitar in sync. One day we were practicing to play the 'C' chord when the strings of my guitar broke. The instructor told that they have some new unused cord in the equipment room. The equipment room was on the other side of the wing where the dance classes were held. The equipment room looked more like Store Room, all the useless things were dumped in here, all the broken instruments, mikes, speakers, along with old paint cans, broken glass panes and a large one-sided mirror, the kind they affix in the dance studio, because it reflects better light than the ordinary mirror, this one must be a spare. The teacher said that the spare cords are in cupboard, but till now I couldn't find it among all this mess. Just then, I spotted the cupboard hidden behind the one-sided mirror, with great difficulty I scrunched between all the equipment, reached the cupboard and got the cord. As I turned around to get out of this junkyard, I heard some voices coming from the door and I saw two girls entered the room, but I was not able to see their faces as their backs were turned towards me and they started talking.
Girl 1: "Hey are you sure, no one comes here??"
Girl 2: "Positive. But if you want I will stand outside the room and keep a watch while you change your clothes."
Girl 1: "Gee Thanks, That's really very thoughtful of you."
Girl 2: "Who would have thought that your Mom will come up so early to pick you up from the dance class."
Girl 1: "She did mention something about PTA meeting at her school because of which, the school would function only for half day. Only if I have had remembered it I wouldn't have worn your dress, now she suddenly turns up and is standing at the entrance waiting for me to come out of the dance class, because of which I can't go to the washroom to change. Thank God for this isolated equipment room, or else I would have been a dead meat today."
Girl 2: "Why is your mother is such a Hitler?? I mean what would happen if you wear short clothes for one day??!!"
Girl 1: "Hey please don't go on blaming my mother without knowing her POV. She means good for me. She does all this to protect me. You know my mother was quite young when she fell in love with my Dad and eloped much against her parent's wish and now she regrets the decision taken in the haste as my father is a total moron. She does not wants the same things happening to me, as now I'm in my teens she says that this is the time when hormones kicks in and you find even a chimp faced cheapo hot and attractive just because he made a pass at you. At this stage wearing such short dresses is a sure short way to attract attention of the rouges. So she just wants to protect me from the evil eyes."
Girl 2: "Jeez the way your mother treats you it seems that you would end up marrying a guy of her choice without any say of your own."
Girl 1: " No, you are wrong. My mother is all in the favor of love marriage, despite her's being a failure. Its just that she does not wants me to get into all this mess now at this age. Because she says, I'm too young and immature for such things. She just wants me to first complete my graduation, get a job and gain some worldly experience first. She wants me to be independent and yes also become a trained dancer. All this things like crush, attraction, love, boyfriend, dating can wait till then. But to be frank I'm not at all interested in this. I told her that I will never make the mistake of falling in love with anyone. But she says that love is not something you do by planning. It just happens. She is not against my falling in love with a guy, but she just wants to stop me from falling for a wrong guy."
Girl 2: "And she thinks that she can prevent you falling for some wrong guy by accompanying you to College and Dance classes and by keeping you under constant radar, by not letting you wear short dresses and make-up??!! Which delusional world she lives in?? I mean just look at you, you are just so beautiful and even in simple dresses you look cute and attractive that any guy would fall for you just like that."
Girl 1: "Thanks for the compliment, but perhaps you did not listen to me carefully. She is protecting me from the rouges, the kind of guys whose eyes scans girls body rather than her face. This kind of rouges hardly have time to see girl's faces they mostly find girls in modern clothes attractive and wail away their time by making passes at her, but with me wearing simple over-sized, cotton salwar-kameez along with ample amount of hair oil and middle parting is sufficient enough to protect me from all those googly-eyed freaks."
Girl 2: "Yep, it does makes sense when you put it this way. Ok talk later, first change, because the class is going to end at any moment and your mother would come searching for you."
The first girl closed the door to change her dress, and I thought that I should warn her about my presence in the room, to avoid her the embarrassment. Just when I was about to clear my throat, to signal her, she turned around facing me, I was taken aback by her face as she looked so much like Gauri Bhabhi. Till now I thought that there is only one beautiful woman, with the divine glow on her face that of an angel but I was wrong, there are two. One was my Bhabhi and one I was looking at right now, I was so lost in admiring her that I did not notice her coming and standing right in front of me and staring at me. I felt slightly nervous as I knew that now that she has seen me she would question my presence and in no time she will categorize me among one of those rogues about whom her mother had warned her. So much for the first impression, but suddenly I noticed that even after looking at me directly she was not at all reacting, it took me a second or two to realize that I was standing behind a one-sided see through mirror. While I was looking at her, she was looking at her own reflection. She came closer to the glass and I noticed that she was beautiful, cute, innocent, hot and sexy all at the same time. A deadly concoction of exotic drugs ought to give you a hangover of lifetime. Her body looked like as though its carved out of white marble. Soft, delicate and so white with all the curves in the right places. I was able to admire her body in lingerie only for a fraction of second which was enough to drive me insane. Before I could feast my eyes properly she very quickly changed into salwaar-kameez. Well have to say she is a quick dresser. After she finished changing she got out of the room. I waited for a second or two to make sure no one is around to notice me coming out of the equipment room. I got out of the room and building unnoticed. I looked around trying to search for the exotic beauty and I found her within minutes standing at a distance talking to some older woman. I got closer to them in order to eaves-drop. The older woman turned out to be the girls' mother and she called her Chinki. Maybe that was her pet name, because she seemed quite uncomfortable when ever her mother addressed her by that name. I listened to them in order to know more about her.
"Chinki what took you so long?? I have been waiting for you for past 10 minutes. You never took so much time to get out of your class before. What happened?"
"Nothing Mom, I was not getting a step or two correct so John Sir was just teaching me how to do that correctly."
"Chinki I still feel uncomfortable thinking the way that man clinks to you in the name of dance."
"Relax Mummy, I already told you John Sir is interested in Guys not girls and he just does that to correct our postures and he is a professional."
"I still think choosing Salsa over Kathak is the wrong decision that you have made."
"Mom, please give me two months. If I still don't get the hang of the Salsa dance form, I promise I will listen to you and continue with Kathak. Besides learning Salsa, has made my body flexible and more light on foot."
"Chinki if your interest lies in learning Salsa then I will not force you to leave it. But promise me you will at least try to finish the basic lessons in Kathak and not leave it in middle."
"Yes Mummy, I promise." Saying this she hugged her Mom and they went away. I thought of following them but someone stopped me by placing their hands on my shoulder. It was Kunal and he had a confused look on his face.
"Hey Rishab, what are you doing here? I thought you went to the equipment room to find the cord strings for the guitar?!"
"Ah, Yes I got it. I was just looking around the campus."
"What For?!!"
"You know they conduct dance classes in this block of the building. I thought of enquiring about it for your sister Kajal. You said na that she is getting bored after her 12th board exams and needs something to do to wail way her time. So I thought what better way then learning dance. So I thought of checking out the timings and all while I was passing by."
"Oh, I never knew you cared so much for my sister. Thanks Man" Kunal gave me a brief one-side hug and bought the baloney I levied on him, while I made a clean escape because I did not wanted Kunal to know anything about that girl.
Next day I went to the Salsa Classes and waited for an hour but there was no sign of that girl. I tried asking other girls about her. But since I did not knew her real name it turned out to be very difficult. How I wish I could have seen her friends face. But to my bad luck both the girls had their backs turned towards me while they were conversing and not even once while talking they mentioned each other's name, which made it quite difficult for me to find anything about my dream girl. I was right about one thing that Chinki was her pet name and no one knew her by that name. Well obviously she felt uncomfortable while her mom was addressing her by that name. She would obviously not risk her social status letting anyone know her pet name. I went to the MAD academy for two weeks regularly without Kunal. I told Kunal that I'm through taking Guitar lessons and I'm not interested in learning it anymore. Kunal bought the lie and stopped going there as he himself hated going there and was just looking for an opportunity to escape from it because there were no beautiful girls in the Guitar classes to hold Kunal's interest and he was never interested in guitar lessons in the first place. So it was easy for me to go to the MAD academy and search for my "Beautiful Dream Girl" without having to worry about Kunal or attending the guitar Lessons. I kept waiting for two whole weeks for her to show up, but she never turned up again. I tried contacting the Salsa Instructor Mr. John about the students who were absent for past two weeks but he instead of providing any information, he tried to flirt with me and so did the other girls who were learning Salsa there. I made a narrow escape trying to protect myself from the despo girls and John. Soon after I had to go to Delhi for my Basket Ball Match and with two weeks of 'No Show' from that Mystery Girl I gave up my search. Because it seemed foolishness to waste my time on some unknown girl about whom I knew nothing. After all it was just attraction, because 'Love at first sight happens only in crappy movies and novels' and two weeks were more than enough to waste on such thing. If she is meant to be for me than Fate will bring her to me no matter what, and if we are not meant to be together then its better I forget about her now itself, as wasting two weeks on her is more than enough. I'm Rishab Kundra after all, 'The Stud' I was used to girls coming after me instead of me going after girls. So I decided to concentrate on upcoming Basket Ball Match rather than wasting any more time in searching for that girl by making futile trips to the MAD academy everyday.
But when I returned from Delhi and saw her in my house, I was shocked beyond belief to see my dream girl standing right in front of me, that too in my house. I was gone. Totally gone. For a minute I was not able to believe my luck. Maybe she was meant for me after all, that is why she was in my house, but it seemed that 'Kismet' was playing weird game with me, when I came to know that she is none other than the girl married to my Brother. It seemed like someone has punched hard in my guts. It was like waiting for a package delievery you have been waiting for and it finally arrives 'Sealed, Signed and Delivered' on your address, has your name written on it but someone else is using it.
The very next day after I got back from Delhi I went to the Music Room to put my mind to ease by playing on piano. Bhai always used to play "Humein Tumse Pyaar Kitna" song's tune for Bhabhi as it was Bhai and Bhabhi's favourite song, and it was Bhai who got me interested in Piano in the first place and also taught me to play it. Today I was missing Gauri Bhabhi more than ever. Because she was the only person who understood me better than my own mother and had she been alive Chinki, I mean Madhubala would have been in my life instead of my brother. Had it been some other guy I wouldn't have cared and still would have tried to woo Madhu and win her. But I can't do that with Bhai as he has always been there for me and has always loved me like his own child. Bhai and Bhabhi always used to say that I was their first child and loved me as much as they loved Trishna. DANG IT!! I thought that playing piano would relieve the commotion arising inside me, but till now it has only made me restless if anything. As I turned around to leave I saw her standing at the entrance door of the room lost in another world. I tried to sneak past her, but she opened her eyes precisely at the moment when I was standing in front of her and she started mumbling something about her favourite song and singer and was also apologizing in between for something. I could not register half the things she was saying as I was busy admiring her beautiful eyes and her full pink lips. Suddenly I snapped myself out of it and mentally rapped myself for thinking about her in this manner. So I escaped from there before I lost my control and try to embrace her in my arms. The fact was I couldn't stand her being in such closer proximity to me.
As if the torture session in the morning was not enough I had to put up with it again, night at the dining table. Today all of sudden Mom and Bhai decided to have family dinner and I was made to sit opposite her. Usually I keep control over my emotions but today I couldn't. It was so bad that Bhai who was always preoccupied with the thoughts of meetings and business was able to notice that something was wrong with me. So to escape this I made an alibi of being tired after the journey and it worked. Suddenly the course of conversation shifted towards Madhubala and Mom started dropping subtle hints of Bhai and her going on their Honeymoon. Just by listening to it made by blood boil. It felt like someone has stabbed me with thousand knives. Suddenly the image of Madhu in her lingerie flashed before my eyes and before I could control my thoughts I imagined Bhai standing behind the one-sided mirror enjoying the pure marvelous beauty of Madhu and admiring her. This thought made me curl up my fist on the culinary which I was holding in my hand. Suddenly something made me concentrate on the conversation again and I saw both Bhai and Madhu feeling uncomfortable with the idea proposed by Mom and both were making excuses to escape the situation. Bhai was not ready to take Madhu along with him to Canada and even Madhu was not keen on going there. There was this unsaid discomfort between them which I was able to sense and I kinda found it Fishy. I mean Bhai and Madhu were married couple but they were hesitant in behaving like one. I can understand that Bhai is married for second time and he is too old to act excited, but Madhu who I'm sure had married Bhai for his money and status seemed to be far away from being excited. Shouldn't she be concerned about not getting to spend enough time with Bhai. I mean normally the Gold Diggers always try to be close to their wealthy husbands to seek numerous amount of favours from them. But she was acting odd for a common Gold-Digger. But somewhere my heart counter-argued with my mind and refused to listen to it saying that she can't be a gold-digger, because the girl on whom I eaves-dropped that day, first in the equipment room and then while talking to her mom she came across a sweet sincere girl, for whom I felt a light stirring in my heart. Throughout the dinner the only conversation that took place was of Madhu, for Madhu and about Madhu. It seemed that she had decided to continue her studies and made Bhai work up his connections in order to get her admission in the most reputed college of the city i.e., My College. Why in the world does she wanted to continue her education for?! When she can join the exclusive clubs for the rich people and have the time of her life?! This girl was turning out to be more mysterious and twisted than I thought. It was getting impossible to understand her with each passing minute. As itself there was a heavy battle going on between my heart and head regarding her intentions and nature and to top it all her behavior and actions were giving me a major Migraine. All this confusion was driving me up to the wall and making me anything but more angrier with each passing minute. I Rishabh Kundra who till now had the misconception that I'm an "Expert" in reading every girl's mind like an open book was not only getting run for my money but was loosing it too, very badly and I HATE loosing. Once again I curled up my fist in anger and this time I saw her staring at me from the corner of her eyes. She was so lost staring at me that she failed to pay attention to the round of questions my Mom was firing at her. It was only when Bhai snapped her out of it did she stop her staring and started answering Mom's question regarding her Dance Classes. Oh No?! How did I forget about her dance classes at the MAD Academy after all it was the place where I saw her first. But now I hated to even think about it leave alone hearing about it. So naturally I tried to change the topic, but before I could succeed, my Mom who never remembers anything about my extra-curricular activities suddenly decided to become a good Mom and boy did she pick the wrong day and time to do so. She suddenly remembered that I attended the MAD academy for couple of weeks for the Guitar Lessons, naturally I couldn't risk letting her, I mean Madhubala know that I had any connection or whatsoever with the Academy, so I fibbed and said that it was only my Buddy Kunal who went there and not me. Thanks to Bhai's timely intervention I was saved from Mom's further investigatory questions. Bhai suddenly got worried about Madhubala and her travelling woes from home to college and the academy and offered her to buy a car. But man she turned out to be the Greatest Performer of the Evening, with her sweet, innocent girl kinda expressions and acting as the strong-willed and self-respecting person she denied the offer outrightly. Either she was really a nice person as she portrayed herself to be or she's a world-class actor, now the only thing was that I have to find out that which one is her and soon, before she tried to take further advantage of Bhai with her sweet innocent act and swindle the money, but it was only possible if I could have one on one clear cut talk with her somewhere alone, outside the premises of this house. But the only question was how?? How can I get her to meet me alone outside this house without her suspecting anything, on her own will, while she was insisting on taking the College bus and using public transport in spite of me discouraging her from doing so using by telling her that the college bus did not run on the route from our house to the college which was the truth. I must have done a very good deed today without my knowledge or maybe even God must have got tired of all her sham, because just than Bhai provided an excellent solution to my problem by asking me to accompany her, in order to help her buy a new car. Naturally this was the opportunity I was waiting for. But I couldn't jump at it right away because it would have looked suspicious so I played around a little by acting casual and pretending that I have no desire or whatsoever to accompany her and I'm being forced in doing so by Bhai, after this the kind of looks I got from her and the way her face was contoured I knew that I succeeded in getting this point across her because when I said yes she had the look of surprise on her face, as if she found it hard to believe that I agreed to accompany her in order to help her with the car, and this was what I wanted. It was "Game, Set Match." Get ready Madhubala because you are gonna face your Moment of Truth with Rishab Kundra.
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