Hey guys, Chapter 4 finally!! I know, it's been long. Exams dhey yaar.
A/N: Today's episode will be on Ishaana's POV. Treat from me coz I had a dream (Yes, a dream on Ishqbaaz) where Ishaana coms back in full tashan. So to celebrate that, I am gonna write in her POV. Vaise bhi, I like it better when I write in first person.
You know, what is so great about zindagi? Kuch bhi ho jaaye sab kuch theek ho hi jaati hai. Like they say, All's well that ends well. But you will have to be patient as Job if you want any results, which is let-down BTW.
"Ishu, kaha koi huyi hai tu?" Mona asked, nudging me. That's right, aaj ka episode meri POV hain. The Invincible Ishaana. Kyun? A/N dekh lena.
"Kahin par bhi nahi. Billi kaha hain?" I replied, getting up from my bean bag.
"Apne Maamu ke saath."
Sahil had to grow up way faster than his age. He had to take care of his totally childish sister before, now he got the responsibility of an uncle on his shoulders plus two more sisters. YAY, not.
Anika Shivaay Singh Oberoi, I mean, just Anika, is not happy. In fact, she's miserable. I just know it, but the woman just won't accept it. No Ishaana, why would I be unhappy in the first place. I have my Billi, what else do I need?' Hello? What about a husband, loving devars, bestfriend cum nanad, MIL, FIL and DIL. She's missing out on so very much. She had finally got someone to call ma and, wait, they are coming today. Which means, THIS HOUSE NEEDS MASSIVE CLEANING.
Quickly hopping on to my Jerry sandals (Don't you judge me, it's hard to say no to a whining 4 year old), I trotted down the stairs to see my Di hard at work. Sahil and Billi was nowhere to be found so I figured they would be at the patio, or the terrace.
"Need any help?" I asked as I tied up my hair in a bun.
"Yea, tu jaakar flowers lekar aa. Aaj ki hi dhin delivery boy ko chutti lena tha." She said. The girl was excited. Can you blame her?
"Consider it done." I hate climbing stairs, especially after I just came down it. But I had to, because I need to change into something other than unicorn printed sweater (Don't you dare judge me)
Omkara Singh Oberoi, my sister's devar. I admit, I love him. First, it was only for the money. Usse oh fight karne ke baadh mujhe patha chala ki mein usse pyaar karthi hoon. No shit. But I hate him at the same time, People living in glass houses shouldn't throw rocks at others.
"Bhaiyya, woh orangish roses dhe dhena." I said absent mindedly. Billi got some obsession with oranges. First it was the fruit, now it's the colour.
I love Nashik, they got the good colleges, good climate and it's not as pollution-friendly as Mumbai. Yay, and free food. My sissy got the best restaurant in the whole of Nashik and a happy family, in a way I guess.
Milti hain humein har tarah ki gaav, yeh ithihaaz gawa hai|
Par saath saath dhe they ek jeene ki waja, yeh hamari duwa hai||
Su waache Ishaana, too bad Omkara isn't here. That artist never understood my poetry. IDIOT
I turned around hearing a shout. It was a driver calling out to me.
"Yea?" I asked walking closer to the car.
"Aap yeh ladki ko jaanti hain?" The woman at the back held out a picture. "Anika Shivaay Singh Oberoi."
I could feel the grin appear on my face. And I, the idiot, opened the car door and got in with the ladies and after directing the driver, exclaimed,
Ufff Yeh Love Hai Mushkil
