TWINJ TS : 25 things kunj isn't allowed to do.. (Surprise shot)

So this is a random thing i started working on and Ian found it nice so I continued (with her help obviously). This shot will feature quite a few surprise entries from our very own gang lol!

Hope u like it.

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"Okay, you remember what you have to do?"

The five-year-old rolled his eyes. "Yes chaachu."

Kunj grinned, "Then go."

Ishu scampered away after shooting him a grin. He watched from his perch on the terrace as he made his way to Manohar, who was walking in the garden. He looked on proudly as ishaan steered Manohar towards the ideal location, where he could see and hear what was occurring, without Papa seeing him, unless he happened to look up.

"Dadaji," Ishaan tilted his head to one side and looked up at his grandfather. He looked innocent in such a pose, and not like the hellion everyone seemed to forget he was. "Where do babies come from?"

The indulgent smile on Manohar's face slipped off as he spluttered, turning red as he tried to scramble for an appropriate answer to give his grandson. Kunj stuffed his fist into his mouth in order to keep from howling with laughter at the look on his father's face. He slid off the railing, and onto the ground (luckily for him, because his father had looked up at this moment, looking for inspiration). He missed, however, Manohar sending Ishaan to Anand to look for an answer. He did hear Ishaan scream for chaachu as he ran into the house. He winced, knowing full well that Anand would figure out who had planted the thought in his child's head.

The scream of "Kunj!" in the familiar dulcet tones of his eldest brother served to prove his predictions right.

"Papa," Kunj began at dinner at night, looking for all the world like butter would not melt in his mouth. His family looked on worriedly, knowing that nothing good could ever come when Kunj had that look on his face. "Where do babies come from?"

Manohar narrowed his eyes and glared at his younger son. "So you were the one who started it."

Kunj grinned cheekily in response. "But Papa, where do babies come from?" he asked again, the grin disappearing so fast it was as though it were never there.

Manohar pushed his chair back, and lunged across at him. Kunj ducked, and swerved. Laughing, he ran for his life, Manohar yelling after him as he chased him across the room.

"Kunj," Anand began, holding the file with Kunj's work in his hand. "What is this?"

"A file," Kunj answered, worried for his brother's mental stability.

"I know that, Kunj," Anand briefly closed his eyes. "I mean, what is in it?"

"Papers?" Kunj was getting really worried about his brother. "Files generally hold papers bhaiya."

Anand rubbed the bridge of his nose, and Kunj wondered just what was bothering his brother. As though hearing his silent question, Anand flipped open the file, and dropped it in front of Kunj. Yuvraj peered over his shoulder, before quickly ducking down, trying to muffle his sniggers. Kunj took a glance at the paper, then glanced back up at Anand. "What?" Yuvraj broke out in guffaws. Anand looked as though he wanted to hit his head on something. "I don't get it."

"Kunj," Anand began slowly. "You cannot use Maa's lipstick to create your proposal."

"But I didn't use Maa's lipstick," Kunj pointed out. "I used Twinkle's."

"You are not allowed to use lipstick at all to draw your proposal," Anand clarified.

"Ahh," Kunj nodded, looking at the red figures on the papers in front of him. "Okay."

He smiled up at his brother, and Anand could not help but worry even more about what Kunj would do.

"Kunj," Anand entered his brother's cabin, Yuvraj following close behind, grinning. "I thought I told you not to draw your proposals?"

Kunj looked confusedly at his brother. "No, you said I could not draw them with Twinkle's lipstick." He paused before amending, "Or any lipstick."

"Well, then now I'm saying don't draw your proposal." Anand closed his eyes briefly, a pained look coming over his face. Yuvi chuckled as he took the file from Anand's clenched fist and handed it over to Kunj. Kunj took in the stick figures he had so painstakingly drawn to elaborate his proposal, pouting slightly.

"Just," Anand looked at Kunj. "Why can't you do anything normally?"

Kunj smirked. "Where's the fun in that?"

Twinkle bit her lip to keep from breaking into giggles. She did not need to encourage Kunj. (Not that Kunj really needed encouraging. Sometimes, she wondered where he came up with these things. Most times though, she did not want to know.)

"Toh aapko iss address se rishta aaya tha?" Nikki asked again.

"Ji," the man in front of them was attractive, but if he knew just who had sent him the letter, he would be angry (though still attractive).

Nikki did not have the information Twinkle did, so she was confused, and she expressed her confusion rather vocally. The man (he said his name was Rahul) was as confused, if not more.

"There is no Cherry here then?"

"Cherry Sarna?" Nikki repeated. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Why would Cherry Bhaiya send you a rishta, and from here?"

Rahul's eyes widened. "Bhaiya?" he squeaked. "You mean, Cherry is a man?"

The door was flung open at that time, and said man strolled into the house as though he owned the place. "Oh Nikki Bhabhiji kaha gaye sab?"

"Tum?" Nikki looked from Rahul to Cherry, and Twinkle bit her lip. She wondered where Kunj was, because, really, this was all his doing. "What do you mean Cherry?"

"Can someone please tell me what is going on here?" Rahul spoke up, Twinkle could not help but feel a little sorry for the poor guy. He had been pulled into this mess because of her husband. She was saved from answering when her husband bounded down the stairs and very enthusiastically greeted evryone. "Kunj," she heard Rahul mutter, rolling his eyes. She wondered how Rahul knew her husband, but when Kunj turned around and then greeted him with a smirk and a cheerful,

"Buddy, it's been a long time no?" she knew. And she knew why he had been dragged into the thing.

Rahul folded his arms across his chest. "Who allowed you near the post office? You were banned when we were in London! Why'd that change?"

Kunj shrugged. "They forgot."

"What?" Cherry looked from one to the other.

"Oh, right, Cherry Bhaiya, meet Rahul. He's here to ask for your hand in marriage," Kunj hit cherry's shoulder (harder than necessary). Cherry's face expressed his shock. Rahul gave him the once over, deciding to go along with whatever Kunj was doing because he usually had fun helping Kunj.

"Oye, Kya bol raha hai ye tu kunj?" Cherry somehow managed to stutter.

"He's not really my type," Rahul spoke up. "Too smarmy."

"Oye good for nothing..." Cherry protested a little.

Twinkle snorted. Kunj shot her an amused look and winked. Twinkle's heart sank a bit. He had more planned.

"Come on rahul you came all the way here atleast get to know cherry bhaiya.You both might like eachother."kunj said enjoying ho cherry's face had turned even paler as rahul's face lightened up at finally understanding the prank that was being played.

Nikki confused by the happenings.She always thought cherry was into girls given his love for watching Fashion shows every other day. Well turns out he was more interested in the designers that arrived at the end of the show.

"No i..what are you talking about kunj. I didnt call any rishta.."Cherry said trying to clarify and save his macho image that this rahul guy was intent on ruining.

"Kunj if he didnt call rahul then..."Nikki started but was interupted by kunj.

"Nikki bhabi try to understand he must have thought he will meet him secretly but now that we all are here he is shying. Cherry bhaiya i am telling you,no need to be secretive about it anymore. All of us are very understanding here."

Kunj relished the shocked expression on cherry's face.

With how everything was going around him cherry was sure he would be in a white wedding gown by tonight. What had bajrang bali done to him now.

He looked wide eyed at people around him and then at rahul who winked at him with a smile.

Cherry fell backward on the sofa.

Manohar had not been amused when he had heard what Kunj had done. There had been loads of scolding (and a hug for Rahul, who had been invited to stay with them). Rahul had instigated the Sarna's to reinstall the rule that had kept Kunj away from post offices in London. It had been installed after Kunj had sent Rahul's parents (in Germany) a marriage proposal for the hand in marriage of Rahul, and refusing that, his younger sister Ian. Granted, while Ian and Kunj had formed a very firm friendship, his parents had not been amused, and Kunj had been forbidden to ever send anything by himself.

And now, this rule had been reinstalled due to his marriage proposal from Kunj to Cherry. Kunj pouted. One more thing he had to do with Twinkle's permission only.

Kunj twirled around in the swivel chair. Pausing, he looked around. He was not dizzy enough. He spun around a few more times. Nodding, he held his head and grinned. That was such a head rush.

"Sir?" The familiar head poked through the door. She had been working for him long enough to know about his eccentricities.

"Yes Zaw?" he chirped brightly. She raised her eyebrows.

"You have a visitor," she informed him drily before opening the door and letting Rahul pass. He saw Rahul smile at her and grinned to himself. Looked like someone had a crush.

Three days later, he had conveniently left his file at the office and asked Rahul to pick it up for him. Of course, he followed and locked both Zaw and Rahul into his office together.

Twinkle glared at him some three hours after the incident.

"How was I supposed to know that Rahul was claustrophobic?" he tried to defend himself.

Her glare intensified. "He's been your friend since your first year in college!"

"Well," he spluttered. "Ian never said anything!"

Twinkle rolled her eyes. "You are not allowed to lock anybody into an office." She saw the gleam in his eyes and clarified. "Or any room!"

"Bakhuda, tum hi ho," the song filtered through the windows and Kunj saw Zaw pause before looking outside. "Har jagah, tumhi ho."

She looked at her boss in confusion. He schooled his features. "Go and see who that is for," he told her.

She nodded, making her way outside. Rushing to the abandoned cubicle, he peeked out the window and saw her asking the singer who had sent them. They gave her an answer that had supreme confusion play on her face before launching back into the song.

She smiled slightly before shaking herself. It may be her favourite song, but why would anyone send a band to serenade her?

Stalking back to her cubicle, she dialled for Twinkle and point-blank asked her why the Sarnas' guest had sent her a band. Twinkle shrugged, before realising that Zaw could not see her. "I'll go ask him."

"Do that," Zaw frowned, twirling the wire around her finger. "He may be cute, but I don't know the guy!" She paused. "I mean," she stuttered. "Oh you know what I mean!"

Twinkle laughed. "Be back in a bit."

When Twinkle came back on the line, she informed Zaw that Rahul had not sent any band to serenade her. "But I think I know who did," Twinkle continued drily. "Don't worry, it won't happen again."

Kunj was confronted by his wife when he reached home, and was told that he was not allowed to serenade anybody by sending a band after them.

"Except for me."