Hi Kutties...😊
Here goes the first part...
It is a little tom and jerry type update.
In course of time the story will get more dramatic.
But for now it is light hearted one.
I hope you'll like it.
NOTE: Raman don't know Tamil and Ishita don't know Hindi in this story.
Not proofread. So ignore typos and enjoy reading 🤗
chapter-1A
MY HATE LIST
"Hello Mihir...it's past 1 o'clock! Mujhe hotel mein room nahin mil raha hai. Do something." Raman shouted to Mihir angrily standing near an auto stand.
[I'm not getting any room]
"You reached so fast?" Mihir said in shock pulling Patak from sleep to listen.
"You know I hate train! So...you know what might have happened..." Raman said in a lazy tone and kicked a plastic bottle like a football.
His noise made an old auto driver to smack open his eyes from sleep. He looked at Raman irritatedly for which Raman displayed attitude.
"Bhai...go to Ishita's home. It's just half an hour from there." Mihir suggested.
"Yaar...akeli ladki ki ghar mein past midnight...no way..." Raman shook his head.
[In a girl's home where she is alone]
"Oh common bhai...no other options." Mihir said in a low voice.
"Pick karne keliye driver tak nahin aya..." Raman said sitting on his trolly bag.
[Not even driver came to pick me]
"Auto mein jaao bhai. Ramesh might be sleeping." Mihir said looking worriedly at Patak who gestured him to keep the mobile away from his ear.
[Take an auto.]
He did it in a blink of a second and looked at the mobile as if it is a monster while Raman roared, "I hate autos...!"
The old auto driver looked at him angrily and resumed to sleep. Raman went to his side and poked him with a cute pout. It is pay pack time! So the auto driver slept like Raman doesn't even exist.
"Uncle ji...uncle ji...mujhe kahin jaana hai...ap please mujhe lejayiye nah..." Raman pouted his lips like a fish making a kiddish voice which melted the poor auto driver.
[I want to go somewhere. Please take me]
It was past 2 o'clock when Raman reached his destination; Mayur Vihar. He looked around and saw the watchman and his dog asleep. He made a face and walked into the building muttering an "I hate dogs!"
Pressing the lift button for the nth time he decided to walk upstairs. Watching the two apartments of his concern he stopped keeping aside his luggages.
"Iyengar aunty...apki vajhase mujhe voh madrasi ladki ko tolerate karna hoga. I hate you!" He acted as if he is going to strangle Mrs Iyengar then and there looking at the doorway.
[Because of you I have to tolerate that Madrasi girl]
After arranging his bags near the door he turned on his mobile flash to find the calling bell because there wasn't any lights. After pressing the calling bell he turned towards his bags but suddenly his flashlight turned of as he got a call from Mihir. He took the call and looked around in fear.
"Yaar baad mein call karo...It's so dark here. You know I..." Before he could complete Mihir did it for him, "Hate darkness! I know. I'll call you later."
[Call me later]
When he was about to cut the call he heard the sweet sound of anklets which made his lips curve up to form a smile but the next moment he remembered of his mummiji's influencial bedtime stories.
"Jab chudail ayega payal ki chan-chan sunayi degi!"
[When ghost comes we can hear the sound of anklet]
Raman closed his mouth horrified and ran like a mouse which is running to find a place to hide from a tomcat. He looked at his luggage and made a box with his four bags and sat inside it as if inside a pasteboard box. After comfortably sitting inside he closed his newly made cuffin/box with another bag completey hiding himself from the whole world and looked on from a slight space to see to the matters going on around him.
Ishita was sleeping in her bedroom peacefully while Meenu in the living room. Meenu was sleeping or maybe unconscious that she didn't hear the calling bell. Ishita woke up irritated and walked towards the door angrily. She turned on the dim light of the corridor in front of her doorway which Raman saw blinking and then exploding as its fuse was gone. It made Raman conclude that there is indeed a ghost. To strengthen his assumptions Ishita came out in her white top and black pants with loose hair. Raman could only see her top and her long hair which was waving in the midnight breeze. Because of her black pants it seemed to him that she has no legs and he roared loudly making Ishita jump back scared.
"Matarani...chudail...chudail...I...hate...chudails..." With that he fainted breaking his luggage home.
[Ghost...ghost...]
"Ayyo muruga...yarathu? Hindiyellam peseramaathiri irunthidche...!" She turned on the torch light and saw a handsome man laying with so many bags on the floor unconscious.
[Who's that? Seemed like talking in Hindi!]
She ran inside her home and took a jug of water. Instead of sprinkling it on his face she poured the whole water on his face making him jerk open his eyes because of not being able to breath.
"Oye...chudail...!"
[Ghost]
He shouted making Ishita to hit on his head with the jug. He rubbed his head while Ishita said angrily, "Naan chudail illai. Purinchita? I'm not chudail."
[I'm not ghost]
"Toh...kaun hai ap...mujhe Miss Ishita Iyer se milna hai. Main Raman Kumar Bhalla." Raman said getting up from the floor while Ishita grasped only one thing from his words that he is Raman Kumar Bhalla.
[Then who are you...I want to meet Miss Ishita Iyer]
She jumped in happiness because finally her paying guest is here. Her happiness made her bad hindi go ugly.
"Tum kaun hun...hun?" Ishita tried her ever sweet hindi.
[Who are you?]
"Main Raman Kumar Bhalla hi...hi...nah...Main Raman Kumar Bhalla. Bas!" Raman felt his tongue is slipping in sync to the madrasan's.
[I'm RKB. That's]
"Ap...andar aao nah hooo...hooo...hooo?" Ishita showed the doorway extending her hands making her mouth an 'O' shape.
[Come inside]
"K-k-kya?" Raman looked at her puzzled.
[What?]
"Come inside..."Ishita smiled.
"Haan..." Raman took his luggages to move inside.
"One minute. Main abi aatii ho..." Ishita said showing her forefinger to ask him wait outside.
[I'll be back]
"Ho? Hindi nahin pata toh muh kyun khol rahe hai chudail?" He muttered under his breath nodding with a smile to her.
[Why is she opening her mouth if she doesn't know Hindi?]
Ishita came out with an arati plate in her hands. He looked at her quizzically and then at the turmaric, vermilion along with bhasmam and laddoos. She again smiled like a fool saying, "Yeh humara aacharam hai ho hi..."
[This is our ritual]
"Ap chinese bol rahe ho kya? You better talk in english." Raman made a face while folding his hands in front of the arati.
[Are you talking Chinese?]
"Sorry sirrr." Ishita made a puppy face making Raman grit his teeth saying, "I'm not your teacher. Just call me Raman."
She nodded her head affirmatively and did the arati. While doing it she yawned making the powders in the plate spread on Raman's face. He got angry and fisted his hands to suppress it but couldn't help but open his mouth in disbelief. Ishita's face worn a horrified expression though she didn't mind putting in a laddu in his mouth. Raman didn't utter a word owing to the time and his bloody situation to tolerate this impossible girl for the coming two weeks. Still he mentally prepared to teach her something (Hindi) before he goes from there.
"Andar mm-mm..." Ishita hummed not wanting to utter anymore blunders.
[Inside mm-mm]
When they got inside the dimly lighted living room, Meenu was sleeping on the sofa in a position as if she is doing moonwalk in her sleep. Ishita showed Raman the direction to go upstairs saying, "Jaayiye apka kamara upar hai."
[Go your room is in upstairs]
Both of them looked at each other in shock. Raman signed her not to shout but Ishita was screaming in excitement before he could do something.
"Ayyo murugaa naan hindi correcta pesitten...!!! Ayyo ayyo ayoo...!!!" She was acting like a spring and running here and there saying the same Tamil words while Raman moved back to a corner not to get hurt by the pagal madrasan's madness.
[I said Hindi correctly]
While Ishita shrieked, she unfortunately woke up the devil sleeping in the sofa who ran to the kitchen without opening her eyes and came behind Ishita with a stump to hit on Ishita's head thinking that she is a thief. Ishita was facing Raman and her back facing Meenu. Raman could see Meenu's intentions clearly while Ishita swayed like she is in bliss. He tried to let her know that someone is behind her but couldn't do as Meenu did her job perfectly within a second. In no time Ishita fainted and fell on the floor with a thud. He looked at Meenu and both of them screamed loudly fearing each other. Raman somehow made the maid understand that he is their paying guest. Thanks to the maid who knows Hindi unlike Ishita!
After the much needed introductions both of them looked at Ishita who was laying down on the floor unconscious. Meenu tried to wake her up by sprinkling some water but Ishita licked the water and resumed sleeping on the floor. Meenu then like a lady Jackie Chan tried to pick up Ishita in vain while Raman looked on as if it is the most hilarious scene he had ever scene. Feeling a little sympathy with the poor maiden he took Ishita in his arms and made his way towards her bedroom. After making her lay down he asked the maiden to stay with Ishita and went to arrange his bedroom.
It was 6 o'clock when Ishita woke up. She was two hours late today. Cursing herself for being late she freshened up. The entire room was filled with her aroma when she came out from the bathroom drying her hair. Then she made her way to the balcony and plucked some jasmine flowers to decorate her hairdo which is her daily routine. Wearing an orange and green halfsaree she walked downstairs. While walking towards the stair she took a plate for doing her late morning pooja with some flowers.
Raman was reading newspaper and Meenu was in the kitchen when Ishita came down. She wasn't looking at him or her surroundings but arranging the flowers in the plate. On the otherside, Raman was literally ogling at her mesmerising beauty sneakily from the newspaper. He tried his best not to give away but his uncontrollable gaze was all over her so was his fantasies. He couldn't find a way to hide his uneasiness watching her. So he decided to drink the coffee.
However, unexpected should happen. Ishita screamed on top of her voice calling her Murugan on seeing a stranger in her living room. She had completely forgot about the incidents happened last night because of that hit. The pooja plate fell down from her hands making a 'cling-clong' sound piercing the trio's eardrums. Meenu who was pouring some gee on a pan got scared making the gee and bottle together melt in the pan and ran towards Ishita not before turning off the gas. Raman who was about to take a small sip from the coffee also got horrified hearing Ishita's unexpected shriek. Thus the coffee spilled on his white kurta almost burning his assets by the process. He jumped and stood on the sofa in a split second.
"Yarivan?" Ishita questioned Meenu.
[Who's he?]
"Akka...neenkathan koottittu vanthan..." Meenu explained.
[You brought him]
"Naana? Naan thoongittirunten illai...naan eppadi?" Ishita scratched her head.
[I was sleeping right? Then how me?]
"Mannichidunko akka..." Meenu explained how Ishita fell unconscious with her one hit.
[Forgive me akka]
Ishita fumed, hands on hips and turned to Raman asking "Who are you white-cockroach?
"White-cockroach hoga tera..."
[White-cockroach is your...]
He started but stopped midway watching Meenu's sign not to say anything. He obeyed the poor maid and said showing attittude, "Raman Kumar Bhalla."
"How'll I trust you that you're the real Raman Kumar Bhalla?" Ishita crinkled her eyebrows suspiciously.
"Do whatever...I'm Raman Kumar Bhalla. That's it." Raman made a face.
Ishita called Mihir and talked to him while glaring at Raman. Raman was nowhere paying heed to her tamil-like hindi with a bad touch of english talk to Mihir. To say, he couldn't understand a word of her.
"Mihir sir...I want a photo of him. Whatsapp karo hai." She said in attitude while Raman chuckled hearing it.
[Whatsapp me]
"Ay...paithyam maathiri sirikkatheda..." Ishita smiled sweetly saying it.
[Don't smile like crazy]
"Kya socha tu chudail ki bachi...mujhe yeh bhi nahin pata chalega ki tum mujhe tamil mein teri gandhi zubaan se gandha kar rahe hai...Crap...I hate Tamil!" Raman muttered smiling at her.
[What you think you ghost... I won't understand that you're making me dirty by your dirty mouth]
After a bad five minutes there came Mihir's message to clarify that the Raman who is in front of her is the real Raman. She opened the image only to see a man with thick beard and mustache. She tried to find some similarities with the cleanly shaven face and the beard one in futile.
"This is not you." Ishita pointed a finger at Raman and turned to Meenu to show the image, "Aama...kannu same to same than...aanalum..."
[Yes...eyes are same but still...]
"Akka...neenka onnu pannunko..." Meenu whispered something to Ishita.
[Akka, you do one thing]
Ishita ran to her room and came back with a kohl box. The arrogant and taut headed businessman Raman Kumar Bhalla looked on surrudered when the two impossible women drow him a kohl beard and mustache. After finishing their new abstract painting they clapped their hands saying he is indeed the Raman Kumar Bhalla! He fumed in anger and walked inside the bedroom leaving behind a confused Ishita and Meenu.
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"I've never seen such an irritating woman! Mera kya haal banaya tum nahin jaanta." Raman talked to Mihir while getting ready for office.
[You don't know what she made of me]
"Why don't you do the same to her that you always do to other girls?" Mihir asked naughtly giving a high-five to Patak.
"Oh teri...tujhe toh uski zubaan dekhna chahiye. Then you wouldn't have asked me this damn question." Raman said irritated.
[You'd see her mouth]
"Is that so dirty?" Mihir and Patak made a yuck face.
"Oh yaar...her lips are so luscious. But what comes out if there seems like the cry of a duck!" Raman informed as if it is the eighth wonder of the world.
That was when his cufflink got ravelled with the clothe. He disconnected the call and tried to take the cufflink from it. He couldn't manage to unknot it with his one hand. So apparantly he called for help. Ishita ran towards the room and knocked on the door for permission to enter. Raman opened the door and proposed her help which she accepted happily.
Ishita tried her best to part the cufflink from the cuff in vain. Meanwhile Raman was shamelessly checking her out. Her soft hands brushed his milky one sending shivers down making him slip of his sanity. He groaned in frustration when she tried to unhook it by her teeth unwittingly touching his hand with her lips. Fortunately and unfortunatey the cufflink broke making Ishita withdrew her tries. She smiled cheekily in nervousness fearing his wrath and stepped back while he shouted at her, "That was expensive diamond cufflink you mad woman...!"
She was standing near the doorway clutching her skirt to run away and said poutingly, "Diamonds are still there nah..."
"I hate fools!" He muttered under his breath while keeping the cufflinks safe and ran to catch hold of her.
She was running panicky thinking about her foolishness whilst Raman came from behind and turned her to him by tightly clutching her arms. His fingers dig into her soft flush reddening the spots.
"Do anything. I want to wear this shirt only. You got that?" He hissed angrily.
"Aah...get you." She said in a low tone.
By that she struggled to move away from him. His face was so close to hers making it difficult for her to even breath. He realised their position and broke apart to give her the much needed space to breathe. Without wasting a minute Ishita started to fold up his sleeve casually making him ask in disbelief, "Hey...hey...whoa...whoa...wait...what?"
She said after completing her job, "It's done. You looks more handsome now!"
That destroyed his anger. He felt a special joy on the thought that someone is enioying his casual and bad appearence also. He made a face and looked at his hands and mumbled a "Yeah whatever..."
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Raman came to the dining table to have his Punjabi breakfast by the two mad madrasans after fifteen minutes. They were smiling like angels which alarmed him to be cautious. He was literally scared of them. He took a seat while both the ladies started serving him punjabi food and finally their experiment on chicken. For their shock Raman stood up furiously and screamed on top of his throat, "I hate non veg...!!!"
TO BE CONTINUED...
well..that's it...
This is unlike me that I'm writing a rom-com without any twists and turns.
So I'm a little scared if you'll like it or not.
Anyways...DO LIKE AND COMMENT.
Waiting to know your response
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