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Hey MBians!! Well I'm new here and haven't done a lot, in fact I barely know how to use IF lol so literally learning as I go but I had an idea for a new ff and wanted to share it...
"Hello, Rk, Chitti ko dustbin mein mat phekna. Atleast parne se pehle toh nahi.
Yeh tumhare dusre chittio ki tarah nahi hai, mera matlab hai ke yeh fan mail
nahi hai. Actually na baat yeh hai ke mujhe tumse baat karni thi par amne
samne ho nahi sakta isliye maine socha ke mein tumhe ek khat likun. Waise
mein isliye lik rahe hu kyun ki mujhe lagta hai ke humare bahut saare baatein
milti hai. Sabse pehle toh hum dono jaisa dikthe hai wase hai nahi. Aur dusre
baat toh yeh hai ke hum dono ki dost hai hi nahi. Hum dono kisi se dosti karthe
hi nahi hai kyun ki hum apne aap ko dard se bachana chahte hai, hai na? Yeh
tumhare marzi hai par meri majboori. Isliye meine socha ke hum dono hi dost
kyun nahi bante? Fikar mat karna, mein koi pagal fan ya stalker nahi hu, bas yunhi
maan kiya toh lik diya.Chaloo mein tumhe apne bare mein kuch bata deta hu. Main ek
20 sal ki larki hu. Sach kahu toh mujhe film industry mein koi shauk nahi hai par
phir bhi mein yahi hu, sets par...please mujhe dhoodne ki khoshish mat karna. Main
bhi kitni budoo hu, abhi tak tumne shayad yeh khat jala diya hoga ya toh phar kar
dustbin mein phek diya hoga, par phir bhi agar tum yeh dosti barhana chahte ho toh...
kal ek lal shirt pehna. Mein yeh sochungi ke tumne meri dosti apna liya hai.
Warna mein wada karthi hu, phirse mein nahi likhun gi aur tumhara waqt barbad karne
ki liya I'm sorry.
Tumhare shayad naye dost?
"BITTU JI!" yells RK, and as always with one yell RK gets what he wants. A frantic Bittuji runs in juggling 4 phones and a coffee mug. "Yes Chief, apne bulaya?" RK takes the coffee and stares at Bittuji for a second before beginning his rant. "Yeh kaise ho sakta hai ke apke hote hui, koi ajnabi mere locked van mein akar yeh chitti yaha chor sakta hai? Yeh hai apke safety ki bandobast?" Rk wasn't worried about his safety, He worried about this... girl, who without knowing him, seemed like she knew more about him than anyone. She'd noticed things that Rk had tried hard to hide. He was seriously curious yet nervous about what else she knew. "Chief, mein toh abhi abhi meeting se nikal kar yaha aaya hu. Aap fikar maat kijiye, mein abhi locks change kartha hu." and with one look from Rk, Bittuji walked out while dialing the locksmiths number.
"Sir Apka shot ready hai" said Roshni, the directors sub assistant.
With that RK dropped the letter on the table yet he couldn't drop it from his mind. Every spot, every costume designer, ever make up artist that was a girl was a suspect. Who could it be wondered RK. Obviously, who ever it was, was probably watching him right now as well and Rk couldn't have been more right.
"dost" "dard se bachana" "humare bahut saare baatein milti hai" The words kept swirling around in RKs mind. Since reading the letter, Rk had not had a moment of peace. In fact he had been a tad more RKish than usual. Yelling at everyone, being even more demanding and even calling pack up 2 hours earlier.
"ek lal shirt pehna" "tumne meri dosti apna liya hai" "phirse mein nahi likhun gi" " I'm sorry"
By 12 midnight, Rk had had enough. He closed his eyes, lying in bed and mentally prepared himself for what his decision tomorrow would bring.
Should I continue?
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