FF || Jab Tune Jhoot Bola_S2 || Last Part Page-64 || [Dec-19]

Hi Kutties... 😃

First of all a BIG THANKS FOR ALL 😊 for loving and supporting my FF JAB TUNE JHOOT BOLA

😉

So here goes the second season of JTJB as promised 😃

It's completely different from YHM and JTJB Part First. I'm just giving the 'Popular Title' to this story. That's all. 😉

Coming to the story...
It will not be that dramatic like the previous one. I'm hoping to write a cool story without a tragic or haunting past. But yeah...something is there... Otherwise, this title won't look apt no... 😳

PS. I'll not be giving regular updates until "Kuch Nah Kaho" completes.

Now it's time to know who are game to bear my Tamilian Hindlish torture 😈

Start hitting the Like button and giving your valuable Comments Kuttoos...😊



Gaya3


INDEX

Scroll Down For Prologue

Part-1A My Hate List

Part-1B My Hate List

Part-1C My Hate List

Part-1D My Hate List

Part-2A My Love Interest

Part-2B My Love Intetest

Part-2C My Love Interest

Part-2D My Love Interest

Part-3A My Slipping Tongue

Last Part!!!!

Hi Kutties...
Here goes a short prologue.
Not proofread and please ignore the typos.


PROLOGUE


"Raman bhai...I'll whistle when the back door will be open. Then you can go out. Aur haan...train will be half an hour late. I've arranged everything in Delhi. Though...you should manage in the Madrasai ladki's home for some days. Till then...I'll manage here and shift your headquarters to Delhi." Patak said in one go while Mihir and Raman looked on.


"I hate madrasies!" Raman gritted his teeth in anger.


"Chill bhai. She is a poor girl. Working as a sales girl in one of our malls. And she will help us rent the Iyengar's apartment. It's closer to your office." Mihir tried to calm him down.


"I hate poors!" Raman again gritted.


"Well bhai...are you sure you want to run away?" Patak asked for clarification.


"What else should I do? Ashok will kill me if I stay here longer. I love my dear life and I'm scared of that lumbu." Raman touched his heart in fear.


"Cool down bhai...Trust me...no one will follow you." Mihir held Raman's hand tightly.


"I hate stalkers!" Raman tightened his grip on Patak's shoulder making him yelp in pain.

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"Sahib aanewala hai...! Seriyathan sonnelle?" Ishita asked in her Tamil like Hindi with a tint of Madhurai slang grabbing the attention of the entire market.

[Sir is coming. Did I say correctly?]


"Vekkamketta ponnu. Thani aambalaya veetilellam...chee...karmam karmam!!" Mrs Sreedevi Bhaskara Iyengar, the iron lady of Mayur Vihar society threw a disgusting look at Ishita.

[Shameless girl. A man in her home chee!]


"Ayyo maami...neenkathan kaali veedu kodukkalaye...athaan naan two weeks Raman sira accommodate panna poren." Ishita tried to clear.

[Ayyo aunty...you didn't give the house. So I thought of accommodating Raman Sir]


"Aama...ipo enna complaint panna poreya? Enna venalum pannikko en apartment naan rentuk kodukka maaten. Athum Punjabi...fish ellam sappiduvale...ayyayyo...karmam karmam..." Mrs Iyengar spit feeling like vomiting.

[Yes. Will you complain? Do whatever, I won't give my apartment for rent. That too to a Punjabi. They eats fish...]


"Ayyo fish sappiduvalo?" Ishita joined Mrs Iyengar in her spitting session.

[Eats fish?]


"Pinnenna...guest thaane...Atiti devo bhava! Ipo eppadi food serve pannuven? Un thairsadam avanuk othuvarathamma..." Mrs Iyengar started sensibly.

[What else...he's guest. How'll you serve food? He won't have your curd rice]


"Ipo enna pannuven maami?" Ishita made a puppy face.

[What'll I do now aunty?]


"Nee onnu pannu...Meenu irukkiye...avaala koottittu po. Nallaa non veg samaypa. Aanalum cut panna theriyath." Mrs Iyengar rubbed her chin.

[Do one thing. Take Meenu with you. She cooks non veg well. But she can't cut.]


"Athaane rumba periya problem...ayyo Murugaa...enna kaappaathungo..." Ishita folderd her hands looking upwards.

[That's the big problem.
Muruga help me]


"En maami...neenka nenacha problem solve pannalame...antha apartment sirk kodukkakkoodaatha? Just for one year." Ishita pleaded.

[Why aunty...If you think, you can solve this problem... Why can't you give that apartment to sir?]


"Vaaye moodu...Athellam namak othuvarath. Neeye vachko antha Punjabiya." Mrs Iyengar made her way towards an auto.

[Shut up. It won't be good. You keep that Punjabi for yourself]


"Maami...naanum varen. Cash share pannikkalaam." Ishita ran towards the auto.

[Aunty I'm also coming. We can share the money]


TO BE CONTINUED... 😉

OK that's it.
Now Do Like and Comment on.

PS. Don't think much about the past here. Just enjoy the present. Because it's all about IshRa's journey of love.


Gaya3

interesting,so raman in ishu's small house.for the first time raman is running from ashok.why? continue soon.

i will kill u stop using tamil in between...

Yayyy...ma fav story...JTJB

Raman hates madrasis
Raman hates poor
Raman hates stalkers
Lol Banda hai ya hate machine

Yaar itni Tamil bouncer Gaya. Thodi kamm kar do. But if story requires then it is ok.

Last but not the least CONGRATULATIONS

Originally posted by: cutieruhi

interesting,so raman in ishu's small house.for the first time raman is running from ashok.why? continue soon.

Leave Ashok and enjoy what he is doing at present 😉

Originally posted by: divazfankau

Nice

Thanks 😊

Originally posted by: --abha--

i will kill u stop using tamil in between...

res...

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gayu no tamil mazaa nhii ataaa plzzz...

chotiii bol na isse...

about concept👍🏼

Raman kya hate nhi karta😆

Btw this madrasis he will love...

I loved it...

Waiting

P.s. an epilogue to seasin 1 plzzz...their baby welcome...

plzz only hinglish no tamil...

It's kinda... Important for the plot (Tamil)
Well...I'll make Ishu talk in Hindi after Raman enters the scene.
Till then...please bear this torture 😳
PS. Epilogue... Yeah...I'll take some time for it...
I need a different ending 😉

Originally posted by: imabinaya

Yayyy...ma fav story...JTJB

I totally love this new concept gayu...

Continue soon...

Thanks for the support dear 😳