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Hello Hello, my amazing members of India Forums. This is my new story - The Honeymoon Diaries. It will be divided into various parts. I dunno how many. This is the first of my mini-series; a continuation of my multi one shot: Say It Softly From The Lips. If you haven't read it before then do it now or else you won't know what is going on in this one. Check it out --> HERE. Hope you enjoy this too as I did while writing this story. All typos and grammatical mistakes are mine despite my infinite times' of editing and all. Beware for a long chapter... Cheers everyone!!
Genre: Humour, Romance, Drama.
Rating: +18 mention of explicit sexual content and for strong language. Will be warned later for hot scenes.
Main Characters: Mehek and Shaurya.
Secondary Characters: Nehal and Vicky / Sonal and Mohit.
Timeline: Continued from my one shot SISFTL.
A quick disclaimer: This is my own fan-made fictional story and anything from this fan fiction if they happen in the future of ZKM then it's all purely coincidental. Characters are my puppeteers from ZA Productions. I don't own them, unfortunately. I just use them for our crazy and wild entertainment.
Summary - After their marriage reception and a lot of convincing their family members, two married couples and two 'friends' as all three pairs of Khannas' and Sharmas', make their way to their new exotic beach honeymoon destination i.e Mauritius. This international trip will give them new experiences and memories as they will all know what magic happens in this amazing journey. Love, friendship and importance of relations will be seen in this story. Without further ado, I welcome you to The Honeymoon Diaries.
SCENE - I
At Khanna Mansion
Soft lyrics of Kaun Tujhe flowed from the large woofer speakers from the home theatre system in the couple's large bedroom. It has been two days since they came back here. Back home. Two whole days without any physical intimacy with her husband. Not that they had any issues of sorts between them but there were zero chances to be alone for even a minute. Someone always would be there with her at all the times. One after another traditional rituals came up and by the end of the day, Mehek would be totally tired out to even talk or else her Shaurya would be late, busy at work. Over all that, their grand marriage reception coming in tonight. And just like him it was going to be spectacular and larger than life with all the medias and special guests invited in. He even had the party theme as 'James Bonds and Divas'. At first she had absolutely no idea whatsoever on what to wear. And that's when her Bhabhi AKA her best friend Sonal Sharma came in to her aid. She got her this designer blouse with chiffon saree to go with. She could have opted out for something western but Sonal kept on insisting that Shaurya might like her in this instead and also being the daughter in law she should go for traditional yet fashionably modern. Mehek didn't argue further. Since Sonal was right for her 'destroyed' sexy nightie during their first night at Agra then perhaps she might be right again this time. That's what brings her to this current situation.
Mehek stood in front of the large dressing mirror in their master bedroom. She was getting ready for their reception at the venue of White Chillies. Party was starting at 8 and it was almost 7. Only half dressed in petticoat, she sighs out in frustration. She's trying to wear this designer blouse in shimmering Gold sequins with short sleeves and a simple laced yet heavily embroidered Blood Red Chiffon Saree to go with. The blouse had support pads so she didn't need to wear any brassiere but the intricate doori pattern with an open back which was making it difficult for her to wear, at least without any help. Only if there was anyone to help. Everyone had already left for the venue even all the servants. Except one person...
Shaurya was downstairs to see off Maa and Papaji in one of the remaining two cars. Now they were the only people left in the huge mansion. Song then changed to Pareshaan. Just like the lyrics said, she truly was fed up. She sighs at the ironically fitting song before turning to her sole audience who sat on the loveseat by the large glass window. She saw TL calmly observing her with his large brown eyes. His tongue hangs out when he sees that she is looking at him, "Only if you would have hands then you would've helped me and this wouldn't be such a tedious task to wear, am I right TamatarLal?" TL laid his head down as if sadden by the thought itself. "Yeah, I know. But you don't worry. I'm not giving up." She turns back to her reflection "Alright come on Mehek try again. You can do this." She pushed her hands behind her back to tie the complexly patterned doori together, till her arms ached from the exertion.Yet another try.. unsuccessful.. Again!! She sighs for the umpteen time and sat down heavily on their large bed. Instead of letting her hair down, she had tied it on top of her head, in a nice round bun with a few strands of curled hair, framing her round face. She blew off a strand of hair which kept falling in her eye, from all the exercise she was doing, Come on Mehek try again. You still have to wear your saree. Hurry up!! You're getting late!
Downstairs Shaurya is walking his parents towards the car. "You sure you will get there soon? We can wait for you two." Karuna Maa suggests to her son. He lays an assuring hand on her mother's shoulder, "Maa. Please don't worry. We will be there soon. Well as soon as your bahu gets ready. She's taking way longer time than me!!" She smacks his arm while he chuckles at his own joke, "Tu na baaz nahi aayega Mehek ko tanng karne mein. Pagal kahi ka. Jaldi aa jaana Mehek ko leke." she tells him as she enters the car. He waves at the retreating car before going back inside.
Even from the hallway, he could hear the song changing into one of his favourites from his playlist as Aaj Phir Tum Pe vibrated from the speakers. Climbing up the stairs, he glances down at his shiny dress shoes as he makes his way towards their bedroom, rubbing his hands together. Finally!! Some alone time at last. Now I can have some fun with my love. Barely saw her in this two f**king hell-like frustrating days. I wonder what's taking her so long? His unasked question is answered when he enters their bedroom. Sitting with her back towards the door, she didn't see him enter the room. TL got off from his seat and walked by him then out of the door. He smirked at his smart dog. Even he knows that I need some privacy with Mehek. I should get Avara to feed him some extra dog treats. He returns his gaze back to her.
He notices her half dressed attire, her curvy back on full display. She was struggling with her blouse as he silently approaches her. She pauses in her action when she looks up, seeing him come closer towards her and through the large mirror, their eyes meet. He simply stood by the edge of their bed, his dark eyes defining thousands of unsaid words. Instinctively, she could feel her blood rising in her cheeks and shies away from their reflections.
"Need some help?" He asks in a quiet voice. She didn't reply, still carrying out with her difficult task to wear the stupid garment. She felt the mattress behind her sunk slightly in his weight, cool icy hands replacing hers. She glimpse back in the mirror. His reflective gaze unwavering from hers, as he slowly ties up the complicated knots.
She couldn't look away.
She didn't look away.
Even if she tried to. Her body felt flushed all of a sudden. Is it hot in here or is it just me? He was wearing a tuxedo with a matching Blood Red pocket piece. Although, his devilishly handsome looks simply wasn't helping her one bit from getting distracted. She couldn't help but feel the familiar feeling of being elated, all of a sudden.
Maybe it's just me.
Finishing her unfinished task and securing all the knots right, his fingers trace the doori pattern of her blouse and down the length of her spine, caressing smooth skin of her back. Although barely touching her, they left goosebumps in its wake. She felt a shiver run throughout her body. His lips replaced his fingers, placing butterfly kisses, starting from her lower back and upwards, his arms snaked around her waist as he pulls her back against him. Laying a hand on his, she fought with her half willpower to go to the reception party and with her other half desire to stay in the bed with him for the night. After all, it has been two days. "I missed so much you, my love." He mumbles into her ear. She opens her eyes, to glance up at the mirror. Now when did I close them? He was now resting his chin on her shoulder and looking in the mirror, they smile together at each other and so do their reflections.
"You know we have to go, right?" She raises an eyebrow at him. He lets out a frustrated sigh, "I know. I know. But right now, you're looking so f**king delicious that I'm almost ready to forget about the stupid party."
"Shaurya!!" She exclaims in mock horror, "That's our wedding reception you are talking about! How could you?!"
He immediately looks apologetic not knowing she was joking, "I'm so sorry Mehek. I didn't mean too. I was--" and he paused when hears her laugh at him.
"Gotchya didn't I? It's not always you, who can make fun of me all the time right? Looks like the tables are turned, Mr Khanna." She replies cheekily.
"Very good Mrs Khanna. But come to think of a table; how about trying some positions on the.." She clamps a hand on his mouth as she flushed pink, knowing what dirty innuendo he was going to say. "Not now, Shaurya. Later."
"You promise?" He said but it came all muffled out as, "Uhh mrohmiss?"
"Huh?" He removes her hand, still holding it, "I said, do you promise, baby?"
She resolved to move her head in a yes. "Fine then." He playfully bit the inside of her wrist, making her gasp. "Get ready, I'll be waiting for you downstairs. Before I seriously consider breaking your promise and make us stay here right in this bed till morning." She quietly watches him, leave the room without a further glance at her. She lets out a breath she was holding. Come on get ready, you have your marriage reception to attend, Mrs Mehek Khanna. And a promise to fulfil!! Her inner minx added.
Yes and that too.
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"How's everything going on over there, Vicky?" Shaurya inquires into his phone as he stood in the hallway. "All set Bhaiyya. We are just waiting for you two." He replied from the other end of the call. "Hmm... Fine. We'll be there soon. And why are you avoiding me like a plague since last 48 hours?? If you can correctly recall, then you still have to tell me the reason about 4 people joining in our Mauritius honeymoon??!"
"I know. I know, Bhaiyya. I will tell you. Just come over here and we will discuss everything." He said into the phone. "You better, lil bro." That's when Shaurya hears Mehek's tell-tale sound of her clicking heels as she came down the stairs, "I'll see you soon at the party, bye." And he cuts off the call.
His jaw dropped to the floor at his beautiful enticing woman as she descended down towards him, wrapped up in sinful yet stunning Blood Red saree, with long diamond earrings, her mother's necklace while completing her look with a minimal amount of makeup and a final finish of her chuddas and the mangalsutra. Shaurya couldn't help but stare. She's looking really pretty, perhaps not to mention hot and sexy and sensual and classic and.. His train of thoughts halted to a stop, when he heard her call out his name, "Shaurya, how do I look?" She twirled on her spot in front of him. His eyes drank in her features. He could feel a very familiar urge rising deep in his chest and another one in his pants. Calm down, little boy. Not now. Deep breaths, Shaurya. Deep breaths. Pinching his eyes in frustration, he said in a strained voice, "You are looking really beautiful, Mehek. Just great. Now let's go, we're late already!"
"But you are not--" She was cut off in mid-sentence when he groaned out, "Mehek! Please.. Don't test my patience because it's barely hanging by the f**king thread. We need to go before I do something about your appearance."
Mehek didn't say anything for the rest of the ride, Shaurya clutched the steering wheel till his knuckles turned white. His companion even though quiet, it wasn't enough to be more distracting. He clenched his teeth as he tried to calm down himself, but her perfume swirled around in the A/C of the car, making it more difficult for him. TamatarLal let out a low whine from the back seat as he looked out of the window at the passing scenery. Since no one was home, Shaurya thought to bring him with them at the party. At least Avara will take care of him there. He parks the car in the parking lot of his restaurant and turned off the ignition. There was a deafening silence in the car. You should really tell her what's happening to you.
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Genre: Humour, Romance, Drama.
Rating: +18 mention of explicit sexual content and for strong language. Will be warned later for hot scenes.
Main Characters: Mehek and Shaurya.
Secondary Characters: Nehal and Vicky / Sonal and Mohit.
Timeline: Continued from my one shot SISFTL.
A quick disclaimer: This is my own fan-made fictional story and anything from this fan fiction if they happen in the future of ZKM then it's all purely coincidental. Characters are my puppeteers from ZA Productions. I don't own them, unfortunately. I just use them for our crazy and wild entertainment.
Summary - After their marriage reception and a lot of convincing their family members, two married couples and two 'friends' as all three pairs of Khannas' and Sharmas', make their way to their new exotic beach honeymoon destination i.e Mauritius. This international trip will give them new experiences and memories as they will all know what magic happens in this amazing journey. Love, friendship and importance of relations will be seen in this story. Without further ado, I welcome you to The Honeymoon Diaries.
SCENE - I
At Khanna Mansion
Soft lyrics of Kaun Tujhe flowed from the large woofer speakers from the home theatre system in the couple's large bedroom. It has been two days since they came back here. Back home. Two whole days without any physical intimacy with her husband. Not that they had any issues of sorts between them but there were zero chances to be alone for even a minute. Someone always would be there with her at all the times. One after another traditional rituals came up and by the end of the day, Mehek would be totally tired out to even talk or else her Shaurya would be late, busy at work. Over all that, their grand marriage reception coming in tonight. And just like him it was going to be spectacular and larger than life with all the medias and special guests invited in. He even had the party theme as 'James Bonds and Divas'. At first she had absolutely no idea whatsoever on what to wear. And that's when her Bhabhi AKA her best friend Sonal Sharma came in to her aid. She got her this designer blouse with chiffon saree to go with. She could have opted out for something western but Sonal kept on insisting that Shaurya might like her in this instead and also being the daughter in law she should go for traditional yet fashionably modern. Mehek didn't argue further. Since Sonal was right for her 'destroyed' sexy nightie during their first night at Agra then perhaps she might be right again this time. That's what brings her to this current situation.
Mehek stood in front of the large dressing mirror in their master bedroom. She was getting ready for their reception at the venue of White Chillies. Party was starting at 8 and it was almost 7. Only half dressed in petticoat, she sighs out in frustration. She's trying to wear this designer blouse in shimmering Gold sequins with short sleeves and a simple laced yet heavily embroidered Blood Red Chiffon Saree to go with. The blouse had support pads so she didn't need to wear any brassiere but the intricate doori pattern with an open back which was making it difficult for her to wear, at least without any help. Only if there was anyone to help. Everyone had already left for the venue even all the servants. Except one person...
Shaurya was downstairs to see off Maa and Papaji in one of the remaining two cars. Now they were the only people left in the huge mansion. Song then changed to Pareshaan. Just like the lyrics said, she truly was fed up. She sighs at the ironically fitting song before turning to her sole audience who sat on the loveseat by the large glass window. She saw TL calmly observing her with his large brown eyes. His tongue hangs out when he sees that she is looking at him, "Only if you would have hands then you would've helped me and this wouldn't be such a tedious task to wear, am I right TamatarLal?" TL laid his head down as if sadden by the thought itself. "Yeah, I know. But you don't worry. I'm not giving up." She turns back to her reflection "Alright come on Mehek try again. You can do this." She pushed her hands behind her back to tie the complexly patterned doori together, till her arms ached from the exertion.Yet another try.. unsuccessful.. Again!! She sighs for the umpteen time and sat down heavily on their large bed. Instead of letting her hair down, she had tied it on top of her head, in a nice round bun with a few strands of curled hair, framing her round face. She blew off a strand of hair which kept falling in her eye, from all the exercise she was doing, Come on Mehek try again. You still have to wear your saree. Hurry up!! You're getting late!
Downstairs Shaurya is walking his parents towards the car. "You sure you will get there soon? We can wait for you two." Karuna Maa suggests to her son. He lays an assuring hand on her mother's shoulder, "Maa. Please don't worry. We will be there soon. Well as soon as your bahu gets ready. She's taking way longer time than me!!" She smacks his arm while he chuckles at his own joke, "Tu na baaz nahi aayega Mehek ko tanng karne mein. Pagal kahi ka. Jaldi aa jaana Mehek ko leke." she tells him as she enters the car. He waves at the retreating car before going back inside.
Even from the hallway, he could hear the song changing into one of his favourites from his playlist as Aaj Phir Tum Pe vibrated from the speakers. Climbing up the stairs, he glances down at his shiny dress shoes as he makes his way towards their bedroom, rubbing his hands together. Finally!! Some alone time at last. Now I can have some fun with my love. Barely saw her in this two f**king hell-like frustrating days. I wonder what's taking her so long? His unasked question is answered when he enters their bedroom. Sitting with her back towards the door, she didn't see him enter the room. TL got off from his seat and walked by him then out of the door. He smirked at his smart dog. Even he knows that I need some privacy with Mehek. I should get Avara to feed him some extra dog treats. He returns his gaze back to her.
He notices her half dressed attire, her curvy back on full display. She was struggling with her blouse as he silently approaches her. She pauses in her action when she looks up, seeing him come closer towards her and through the large mirror, their eyes meet. He simply stood by the edge of their bed, his dark eyes defining thousands of unsaid words. Instinctively, she could feel her blood rising in her cheeks and shies away from their reflections.
"Need some help?" He asks in a quiet voice. She didn't reply, still carrying out with her difficult task to wear the stupid garment. She felt the mattress behind her sunk slightly in his weight, cool icy hands replacing hers. She glimpse back in the mirror. His reflective gaze unwavering from hers, as he slowly ties up the complicated knots.
She couldn't look away.
She didn't look away.
Even if she tried to. Her body felt flushed all of a sudden. Is it hot in here or is it just me? He was wearing a tuxedo with a matching Blood Red pocket piece. Although, his devilishly handsome looks simply wasn't helping her one bit from getting distracted. She couldn't help but feel the familiar feeling of being elated, all of a sudden.
Maybe it's just me.
Finishing her unfinished task and securing all the knots right, his fingers trace the doori pattern of her blouse and down the length of her spine, caressing smooth skin of her back. Although barely touching her, they left goosebumps in its wake. She felt a shiver run throughout her body. His lips replaced his fingers, placing butterfly kisses, starting from her lower back and upwards, his arms snaked around her waist as he pulls her back against him. Laying a hand on his, she fought with her half willpower to go to the reception party and with her other half desire to stay in the bed with him for the night. After all, it has been two days. "I missed so much you, my love." He mumbles into her ear. She opens her eyes, to glance up at the mirror. Now when did I close them? He was now resting his chin on her shoulder and looking in the mirror, they smile together at each other and so do their reflections.
"You know we have to go, right?" She raises an eyebrow at him. He lets out a frustrated sigh, "I know. I know. But right now, you're looking so f**king delicious that I'm almost ready to forget about the stupid party."
"Shaurya!!" She exclaims in mock horror, "That's our wedding reception you are talking about! How could you?!"
He immediately looks apologetic not knowing she was joking, "I'm so sorry Mehek. I didn't mean too. I was--" and he paused when hears her laugh at him.
"Gotchya didn't I? It's not always you, who can make fun of me all the time right? Looks like the tables are turned, Mr Khanna." She replies cheekily.
"Very good Mrs Khanna. But come to think of a table; how about trying some positions on the.." She clamps a hand on his mouth as she flushed pink, knowing what dirty innuendo he was going to say. "Not now, Shaurya. Later."
"You promise?" He said but it came all muffled out as, "Uhh mrohmiss?"
"Huh?" He removes her hand, still holding it, "I said, do you promise, baby?"
She resolved to move her head in a yes. "Fine then." He playfully bit the inside of her wrist, making her gasp. "Get ready, I'll be waiting for you downstairs. Before I seriously consider breaking your promise and make us stay here right in this bed till morning." She quietly watches him, leave the room without a further glance at her. She lets out a breath she was holding. Come on get ready, you have your marriage reception to attend, Mrs Mehek Khanna. And a promise to fulfil!! Her inner minx added.
Yes and that too.
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"How's everything going on over there, Vicky?" Shaurya inquires into his phone as he stood in the hallway. "All set Bhaiyya. We are just waiting for you two." He replied from the other end of the call. "Hmm... Fine. We'll be there soon. And why are you avoiding me like a plague since last 48 hours?? If you can correctly recall, then you still have to tell me the reason about 4 people joining in our Mauritius honeymoon??!"
"I know. I know, Bhaiyya. I will tell you. Just come over here and we will discuss everything." He said into the phone. "You better, lil bro." That's when Shaurya hears Mehek's tell-tale sound of her clicking heels as she came down the stairs, "I'll see you soon at the party, bye." And he cuts off the call.
His jaw dropped to the floor at his beautiful enticing woman as she descended down towards him, wrapped up in sinful yet stunning Blood Red saree, with long diamond earrings, her mother's necklace while completing her look with a minimal amount of makeup and a final finish of her chuddas and the mangalsutra. Shaurya couldn't help but stare. She's looking really pretty, perhaps not to mention hot and sexy and sensual and classic and.. His train of thoughts halted to a stop, when he heard her call out his name, "Shaurya, how do I look?" She twirled on her spot in front of him. His eyes drank in her features. He could feel a very familiar urge rising deep in his chest and another one in his pants. Calm down, little boy. Not now. Deep breaths, Shaurya. Deep breaths. Pinching his eyes in frustration, he said in a strained voice, "You are looking really beautiful, Mehek. Just great. Now let's go, we're late already!"
"But you are not--" She was cut off in mid-sentence when he groaned out, "Mehek! Please.. Don't test my patience because it's barely hanging by the f**king thread. We need to go before I do something about your appearance."
Mehek didn't say anything for the rest of the ride, Shaurya clutched the steering wheel till his knuckles turned white. His companion even though quiet, it wasn't enough to be more distracting. He clenched his teeth as he tried to calm down himself, but her perfume swirled around in the A/C of the car, making it more difficult for him. TamatarLal let out a low whine from the back seat as he looked out of the window at the passing scenery. Since no one was home, Shaurya thought to bring him with them at the party. At least Avara will take care of him there. He parks the car in the parking lot of his restaurant and turned off the ignition. There was a deafening silence in the car. You should really tell her what's happening to you.
"Mehek. I--" He started.
"Save it. I really don't want to know, Shaurya."
"But Mehek, I--"
"What do you want to say anyway, hmm? Do you think that all this is easy for me either? Staying away from you? It's not just youalone is eagerly waiting for this party to end." She points towards WC through the windshield, then towards her, "Even I am, Shaurya. For my sake, please control yourself. I told you I promised right? Because of your lack of self-control, you barely even looked at me." Her voice cracking at the last word, she turns her face to gaze out of the window.
Clicking open his seat belt, he leant over the gear console towards her, his hands cradling her face, "Mehek, baby. Look at me please." When she did, he was tormented to see her brown eyes swimming in tears. She's crying all because of your fault, you stupid jerk! He wipes them away with the pad of his thumbs, "I'm really really sorry, Mehek. I didn't mean it that way. Please don't be upset, Jaan." She nodded mutely, "I won't unless you promise me that you will behave tonight at this reception party."
"Fine, I'll try to behave." He rolls his eyes.
"Shaurya!!"
He chuckled under his breath, "Okay okay. I'll behave. I promise."
"You better. Now kiss me."
"What?!"
Not sure if he heard her right. "I said... Kiss me." He grins at her, "Your wish is my command, sweetheart." They press their lips in a soft kiss, she moans out when he bites down on her lower lip before sucking her upper one between his. He breaks away from her lips, placing open mouth kisses at her jaw, cheek and behind her earlobe. TamatarLal lets out another impatient bark at them and they pull apart, breathing heavily. "Okay, let's go inside before I drive us back home." He declares roughly before opening the door of his side. Mehek follows after him and she lets out TL from the back seat. Shaurya is standing stiffly in front of his car as she silently approaches him, "Shaurya, love. You okay?" She adjusts his askew bowtie from their makeout then smooth her hands down on his tuxedo. He smiles down at her, grabbing her hands in his. "I'm good. Shall we?"
She nods and smiles in return, "Let's go, Mr James Bond." His eyes glint at the name she called him, "After you, my pretty lady." His tone changing into much deeper voice. She felt a tingle go down her spine at his new voice Maybe you should ask him to use that when you two are alone if you know what I mean.. her inner minx suggests her, she blushes in the dark at that thought. His hand rested on the small of her back as they walk into the restaurant. Shaurya turns around, letting out a low calling whistle and TL after finishing his business around a bush, followed them inside.
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SCENE - II
At White Chillies Restaurant
Rock Tha Party beats pulsated from huge amplified speakers in the WC restaurant as people talked and mingled among themselves, waiting for the married couple to arrive. Vicky sat in the corner, after welcoming many guests on the behalf of his brother Shaurya and for being 46 percent sharing partner with his brother in the business and property, it was a big deal for him after all. He nursed his drink before taking a deep swig. He didn't notice a slender feminine figure come up right next to him, "I see that you are all alone even in this crowded place. What's your name, Mister?"
"I am.. uh.. Vikram Khanna. But everyone calls me Vicky." He mumbles still not looking up at this soft-spoken woman. She sounded vaguely familiar but he couldn't put a finger on it. "Hmm. I liked your arrangements for the reception party. So where are the newly wedded couple?"
"They'll be arriving soon. I know that they're late bu--" He turns to the person besides her and freezes, "You!?" He bursts out.
Nehal gave him a big answering smile at his stunned expression, "Yes. Me. Who were you expecting, Drama Queen? Did you like my new Diva voice?" She rests her hands on her hips, that's when he actually sees what she is wearing and his jaw dropped to his chest as he regards her attire. She was wearing a Dark Purple Floor length strapless dress with a long slit right up to her left thigh complete with Silver shiny 4 inch heeled pumps. Her usually straight hair was curled and half pinned up on her head. Accompanied with, large diamond earrings and a matching pendant complete with smoky eye makeup and sexy red lips. She was a really beautiful sight. Those heels make her legs look like they're f**king miles long. So hot!! Okay stop that. No Vicky. Don't go that way... Not yet... No... He comes back to reality when she raises her hand and pushed his chin upwards effectively closing his open mouth, "Muh toh bannd karo, Drama Queen." Gesturing towards her dress she asked him, "So how do I look?"
"f**king hot!" He mutters under his breath.
"What did you say?" He shook his head and spoke again, "You're looking really great. Very beautiful. This colour suits you."
"Really? Thanks. Oh look we match!!" Indicating towards his similar Purple coloured pocket piece. "Yeah." He said slowly, "We do match." After a few moments of silence, Nehal glanced up at Vicky. She bit down her bottom lip, "Oh God! I almost forgot to ask!"
"What is it?!"
"How did your divorce go? Was she there? Did she told you something?" He sat rigidly as he told her what actually happened two days ago.
FLASHBACK
"Hello, Mr Mathur. I'm Vicky Khanna. I got a call from your office for today's meeting." He shook his hand with the middle aged man who sat behind a large desk. Behind him was wooden shelves filled with large books on laws and regulations.
"Of course Mr Khanna. Please have a seat. My client will be arriving soon." Vicky sighs to himself. She's always as late as ever.
The door opened again, as a tall slim figure of his soon to be ex-wife Shruti Mehra enters the office, with the click-clack of her heels.
"Mr Mathur. It's a pleasure to see you again. Hello, Mr Khanna." She said the last word with such venom that Vicky thought for a passing moment that she probably had snakes for breakfast in the morning. "Hello there ex-wifey!" He chuckles, she narrows her eyes till they resemble slits then her face turns normal and she gave him a fake smile.
"Let's sign those papers, shall we?"
"Of course, I'm dying to sign them and get rid of you and your crazy attitude forever!!" He muttered under his breath.
"What did you say?!" She asked him.
"I'm ready. Where do I sign Mr Mathur?"
The lawyer got out the papers and gave them instructions on where to sign. They both did the same. Vicky stood up and shook his hand with the lawyer and left the office without another glance at the woman who was once married to him. He was almost at the entrance when he heard her call him, "Vicky Khanna. Wait up!!" He paused in his tracks and sighs in frustration. Oh for f**k's sake! God! When will she leave me alone?!
"Did you get my goodbye letter, Vicks?" She asked in her nasally high pitch voice.
He raised on finger towards her, "Don't call me that alright? Never. Ever. Call. Me. That. Yes, I did get your stupid letter." He spoke through gritted teeth. "Good." She nods to herself, "Did you read the back?" "What back?" Now he narrows his eyes at her smiling face. "I had written a confession in the back of the letter. Something I wanted to tell you before." "I don't know what you're talking about nor I really don't want to know." He crossed his arms in front of him. "Oh, you should." Her eyes turns excited at the prospect of telling him what was written there. "What I wrote in that I'm seeing someone for a couple of months now. I met this guy at a business convention sponsored by my parents in March. He is an NRI and a billionaire in USA. He is the sole owner of a huge business empire and we're getting engaged next month! You should come. Here's my invitation." She finished in one breath, before fishing out a small glossy blue box of chocolates and a similar designed envelope from her Gucci purse and handing it to him. He neither could believe his ears to what she just told him nor his eyes as he read the invitation card from the envelope.
Shruti Mehra Engages to Rohan Malhotra
This 30th July 7 pm - 9 pm at our home. Address below.
He finally found his voice, "Congratulations. But I kind of burnt your confession so I think I'll pass coming to your engagement ceremony. And I wish you luck in your life. Goodbye Ms Mehra." He never in his life he sped his car faster that day, almost breaking a red signal. He did not only felt foolish but also betrayal by someone he thought he loved once. He gave away those chocolates to a begging child by another red signal and he still has the invitation envelope collecting dust on his dresser.
END OF FLASHBACK
"She's getting engaged?? How? What? You know what? To hell with her. Chalo jaane do... Jaan bachii... Peecha chhutaa... Oh well, I guess I have now two things to add to her personality list. She's not only fake, bitchy and snobbish but she is also a cheater and a hoe. Ugghh.. I would have smacked her plastic face to Timbuktoo if I was in your place!!" Nehal exclaimed angrily.
Vicky nods in agreement, "I would love to see that happen someday." He smiles at the mental image. After a while, she spoke up again.
"So.. Your name is Vikram, huh?" He finished his drink and gestured the hired one-night bartender, for another one. "You want something to drink?" He asks her, "One coke please." She ordered. "And yes. My name is Vikram. But I don't like anyone calling me that. So I prefer Vicky."
"Why?"
He shrugs, "I just do."
"What if I call you that?" It was a good thing that he didn't have a sip of his drink or else he would have spat it out in utter shock. "What?!"
"Yes. Can I call you with your real name?" She repeats her question. When he didn't answer and while still staring at her, she finally rolls her eyes, "You know what, we got off to a wrong start. Let's try this all over again. Shall we?" She takes a deep breath and holds out her hand, "Hello. I'm Nehal Sharma. And you are...??" Instead of shaking it he raised it up and places a small kiss on the back of her hand without loosing her eye contact. She blushed furiously at his gesture, "I'm Khanna... Vikram Khanna." He quoted the famous dialogue of James Bond. Then they burst out laughing.
"You spoke again in your British accent." He nods his head still speaking in the said accent, "I did. Because this friend of mine likes me talking in English accent, you see." She rolls her eyes again, "That I do." They fell in comfortable silence, sipping their drinks.
"Fine. You can call me by my real name."
"Sacchi? You mean it?!" He nods his head, smiling at her. "I do." They turned their heads at the commotion by the entrance of the door as their cousins Mehek and Shaurya enter the restaurant, arm in arm. "Hey! Mehek Di and Shaurya Jiju are here. Let's go and meet them!!"
"Why? I just saw them this morning..."
"Oh shut up! And follow me."
"Of course, milady."
"Drama Queen." She mutters under her breath.
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Mohit and Sonal sat down an empty table. He had a heaping plate of everything he could find at the buffet table. She was dressed in a long gown in Sky Blue colour with laced long sleeves and back designed with net and silver sequins and he wore a black tuxedo with matching pocket piece. Sonal sighs in relief as she removes her heeled sandals, rubbing the soles of her feet to ease the paining tendons. "Oh God! My feet are so sore." She complains loudly. Mohit puts a Jalapeno and Cream Cheese Canape in his mouth, "Then stay barefooted if you want." He shrugs. She gives him a shut-the-hell-up look as he stuffs a Veg Cheese Roll.
"Save it. I really don't want to know, Shaurya."
"But Mehek, I--"
"What do you want to say anyway, hmm? Do you think that all this is easy for me either? Staying away from you? It's not just youalone is eagerly waiting for this party to end." She points towards WC through the windshield, then towards her, "Even I am, Shaurya. For my sake, please control yourself. I told you I promised right? Because of your lack of self-control, you barely even looked at me." Her voice cracking at the last word, she turns her face to gaze out of the window.
Clicking open his seat belt, he leant over the gear console towards her, his hands cradling her face, "Mehek, baby. Look at me please." When she did, he was tormented to see her brown eyes swimming in tears. She's crying all because of your fault, you stupid jerk! He wipes them away with the pad of his thumbs, "I'm really really sorry, Mehek. I didn't mean it that way. Please don't be upset, Jaan." She nodded mutely, "I won't unless you promise me that you will behave tonight at this reception party."
"Fine, I'll try to behave." He rolls his eyes.
"Shaurya!!"
He chuckled under his breath, "Okay okay. I'll behave. I promise."
"You better. Now kiss me."
"What?!"
Not sure if he heard her right. "I said... Kiss me." He grins at her, "Your wish is my command, sweetheart." They press their lips in a soft kiss, she moans out when he bites down on her lower lip before sucking her upper one between his. He breaks away from her lips, placing open mouth kisses at her jaw, cheek and behind her earlobe. TamatarLal lets out another impatient bark at them and they pull apart, breathing heavily. "Okay, let's go inside before I drive us back home." He declares roughly before opening the door of his side. Mehek follows after him and she lets out TL from the back seat. Shaurya is standing stiffly in front of his car as she silently approaches him, "Shaurya, love. You okay?" She adjusts his askew bowtie from their makeout then smooth her hands down on his tuxedo. He smiles down at her, grabbing her hands in his. "I'm good. Shall we?"
She nods and smiles in return, "Let's go, Mr James Bond." His eyes glint at the name she called him, "After you, my pretty lady." His tone changing into much deeper voice. She felt a tingle go down her spine at his new voice Maybe you should ask him to use that when you two are alone if you know what I mean.. her inner minx suggests her, she blushes in the dark at that thought. His hand rested on the small of her back as they walk into the restaurant. Shaurya turns around, letting out a low calling whistle and TL after finishing his business around a bush, followed them inside.
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SCENE - II
At White Chillies Restaurant
Rock Tha Party beats pulsated from huge amplified speakers in the WC restaurant as people talked and mingled among themselves, waiting for the married couple to arrive. Vicky sat in the corner, after welcoming many guests on the behalf of his brother Shaurya and for being 46 percent sharing partner with his brother in the business and property, it was a big deal for him after all. He nursed his drink before taking a deep swig. He didn't notice a slender feminine figure come up right next to him, "I see that you are all alone even in this crowded place. What's your name, Mister?"
"I am.. uh.. Vikram Khanna. But everyone calls me Vicky." He mumbles still not looking up at this soft-spoken woman. She sounded vaguely familiar but he couldn't put a finger on it. "Hmm. I liked your arrangements for the reception party. So where are the newly wedded couple?"
"They'll be arriving soon. I know that they're late bu--" He turns to the person besides her and freezes, "You!?" He bursts out.
Nehal gave him a big answering smile at his stunned expression, "Yes. Me. Who were you expecting, Drama Queen? Did you like my new Diva voice?" She rests her hands on her hips, that's when he actually sees what she is wearing and his jaw dropped to his chest as he regards her attire. She was wearing a Dark Purple Floor length strapless dress with a long slit right up to her left thigh complete with Silver shiny 4 inch heeled pumps. Her usually straight hair was curled and half pinned up on her head. Accompanied with, large diamond earrings and a matching pendant complete with smoky eye makeup and sexy red lips. She was a really beautiful sight. Those heels make her legs look like they're f**king miles long. So hot!! Okay stop that. No Vicky. Don't go that way... Not yet... No... He comes back to reality when she raises her hand and pushed his chin upwards effectively closing his open mouth, "Muh toh bannd karo, Drama Queen." Gesturing towards her dress she asked him, "So how do I look?"
"f**king hot!" He mutters under his breath.
"What did you say?" He shook his head and spoke again, "You're looking really great. Very beautiful. This colour suits you."
"Really? Thanks. Oh look we match!!" Indicating towards his similar Purple coloured pocket piece. "Yeah." He said slowly, "We do match." After a few moments of silence, Nehal glanced up at Vicky. She bit down her bottom lip, "Oh God! I almost forgot to ask!"
"What is it?!"
"How did your divorce go? Was she there? Did she told you something?" He sat rigidly as he told her what actually happened two days ago.
FLASHBACK
"Hello, Mr Mathur. I'm Vicky Khanna. I got a call from your office for today's meeting." He shook his hand with the middle aged man who sat behind a large desk. Behind him was wooden shelves filled with large books on laws and regulations.
"Of course Mr Khanna. Please have a seat. My client will be arriving soon." Vicky sighs to himself. She's always as late as ever.
The door opened again, as a tall slim figure of his soon to be ex-wife Shruti Mehra enters the office, with the click-clack of her heels.
"Mr Mathur. It's a pleasure to see you again. Hello, Mr Khanna." She said the last word with such venom that Vicky thought for a passing moment that she probably had snakes for breakfast in the morning. "Hello there ex-wifey!" He chuckles, she narrows her eyes till they resemble slits then her face turns normal and she gave him a fake smile.
"Let's sign those papers, shall we?"
"Of course, I'm dying to sign them and get rid of you and your crazy attitude forever!!" He muttered under his breath.
"What did you say?!" She asked him.
"I'm ready. Where do I sign Mr Mathur?"
The lawyer got out the papers and gave them instructions on where to sign. They both did the same. Vicky stood up and shook his hand with the lawyer and left the office without another glance at the woman who was once married to him. He was almost at the entrance when he heard her call him, "Vicky Khanna. Wait up!!" He paused in his tracks and sighs in frustration. Oh for f**k's sake! God! When will she leave me alone?!
"Did you get my goodbye letter, Vicks?" She asked in her nasally high pitch voice.
He raised on finger towards her, "Don't call me that alright? Never. Ever. Call. Me. That. Yes, I did get your stupid letter." He spoke through gritted teeth. "Good." She nods to herself, "Did you read the back?" "What back?" Now he narrows his eyes at her smiling face. "I had written a confession in the back of the letter. Something I wanted to tell you before." "I don't know what you're talking about nor I really don't want to know." He crossed his arms in front of him. "Oh, you should." Her eyes turns excited at the prospect of telling him what was written there. "What I wrote in that I'm seeing someone for a couple of months now. I met this guy at a business convention sponsored by my parents in March. He is an NRI and a billionaire in USA. He is the sole owner of a huge business empire and we're getting engaged next month! You should come. Here's my invitation." She finished in one breath, before fishing out a small glossy blue box of chocolates and a similar designed envelope from her Gucci purse and handing it to him. He neither could believe his ears to what she just told him nor his eyes as he read the invitation card from the envelope.
Shruti Mehra Engages to Rohan Malhotra
This 30th July 7 pm - 9 pm at our home. Address below.
Your presence is our gift...And no gifts, please. Thank you.
He finally found his voice, "Congratulations. But I kind of burnt your confession so I think I'll pass coming to your engagement ceremony. And I wish you luck in your life. Goodbye Ms Mehra." He never in his life he sped his car faster that day, almost breaking a red signal. He did not only felt foolish but also betrayal by someone he thought he loved once. He gave away those chocolates to a begging child by another red signal and he still has the invitation envelope collecting dust on his dresser.
END OF FLASHBACK
"She's getting engaged?? How? What? You know what? To hell with her. Chalo jaane do... Jaan bachii... Peecha chhutaa... Oh well, I guess I have now two things to add to her personality list. She's not only fake, bitchy and snobbish but she is also a cheater and a hoe. Ugghh.. I would have smacked her plastic face to Timbuktoo if I was in your place!!" Nehal exclaimed angrily.
Vicky nods in agreement, "I would love to see that happen someday." He smiles at the mental image. After a while, she spoke up again.
"So.. Your name is Vikram, huh?" He finished his drink and gestured the hired one-night bartender, for another one. "You want something to drink?" He asks her, "One coke please." She ordered. "And yes. My name is Vikram. But I don't like anyone calling me that. So I prefer Vicky."
"Why?"
He shrugs, "I just do."
"What if I call you that?" It was a good thing that he didn't have a sip of his drink or else he would have spat it out in utter shock. "What?!"
"Yes. Can I call you with your real name?" She repeats her question. When he didn't answer and while still staring at her, she finally rolls her eyes, "You know what, we got off to a wrong start. Let's try this all over again. Shall we?" She takes a deep breath and holds out her hand, "Hello. I'm Nehal Sharma. And you are...??" Instead of shaking it he raised it up and places a small kiss on the back of her hand without loosing her eye contact. She blushed furiously at his gesture, "I'm Khanna... Vikram Khanna." He quoted the famous dialogue of James Bond. Then they burst out laughing.
"You spoke again in your British accent." He nods his head still speaking in the said accent, "I did. Because this friend of mine likes me talking in English accent, you see." She rolls her eyes again, "That I do." They fell in comfortable silence, sipping their drinks.
"Fine. You can call me by my real name."
"Sacchi? You mean it?!" He nods his head, smiling at her. "I do." They turned their heads at the commotion by the entrance of the door as their cousins Mehek and Shaurya enter the restaurant, arm in arm. "Hey! Mehek Di and Shaurya Jiju are here. Let's go and meet them!!"
"Why? I just saw them this morning..."
"Oh shut up! And follow me."
"Of course, milady."
"Drama Queen." She mutters under her breath.
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Mohit and Sonal sat down an empty table. He had a heaping plate of everything he could find at the buffet table. She was dressed in a long gown in Sky Blue colour with laced long sleeves and back designed with net and silver sequins and he wore a black tuxedo with matching pocket piece. Sonal sighs in relief as she removes her heeled sandals, rubbing the soles of her feet to ease the paining tendons. "Oh God! My feet are so sore." She complains loudly. Mohit puts a Jalapeno and Cream Cheese Canape in his mouth, "Then stay barefooted if you want." He shrugs. She gives him a shut-the-hell-up look as he stuffs a Veg Cheese Roll.
"Why do you keep eating so much?"
"Why do you were heels if you aren't comfortable in those death traps?"
She threw her hands up in frustration, "I don't think I can argue with you in this matter."
She threw her hands up in frustration, "I don't think I can argue with you in this matter."
"Why?" He said still chewing.
"Because you won't understand and stop talking with your mouth full!"
"Yes, mother." He mumbles picking up a Veg Spring Roll.
"Hey, Bhaiyya and Bhabhi. Did you guys meet Di and Jiju? Omigosh, they're looking really so awesome together." Nehal came up to their table.
"Yes, mother." He mumbles picking up a Veg Spring Roll.
"Hey, Bhaiyya and Bhabhi. Did you guys meet Di and Jiju? Omigosh, they're looking really so awesome together." Nehal came up to their table.
"You should try this spring roll first. It's delicious!"
"Uh... No thanks, bro. Besides, if you keep eating like that then you will be a fat ass in 2 years."
"Oh don't worry. I have ways to burn these calories I consume. Like there's always exercises, yoga and bedroom activi--"
"No! Stop! I rather not know. I haven't forgotten my experience at Agra and I will repeat another Facebook prank if I go through that horrific ordeal again!"
"You wouldn't dare!" He glowers at her. "Try me." She narrows her eyes at him.
"Nehal, calm down, sweetie. And Mohit; that's enough. You two should stop fighting like children." Sonal intervenes.
"Lekin pehle usney shuru kia!" Nehal wails.
"Aur main khatam kar rahi hunn!", she turns to still food gorging Mohit, "Now you!! Stop eating.." Then she turns to her sister in law, "And you! Let's go and meet our MehRya."
"Yes!! You used their shipping name." She cheers and Sonal laughs. "You guys go ahead. I'll come around in a few minutes." Mohit said disappearing his face inside all the food. Nehal scoffs at him, "How do you manage to stay with him, Bhabhi??" The girls glanced at each other then at him before giving each other a secret wink. He's biting into a Potato Garlic Shots, thinking both of his 'troubles' will leave him alone. That was until both of them, grab hold on to each of his arms and pull him out from his seat. Manhandled by his wife and his cousin sister, he gets dragged away from his plate of tasty goodies. "Hey!! I'm not done yet--", He's interrupted by his wife, "But I am.. Now come on.. We have a reception to attend."
"But--" He begins. "Tell you what. If you are nice tonight. I will show you what I'll be wearing at our honeymoon night." Sonal whispers in his ear.
"Really?"
She nods her head, biting her lip to stop herself from smiling at her husband's dreamy expression. She was playing with him but what a woman had to do what a woman had to do.
"Ewww! Just stop! I'm right here you guys. That's gross!!" Nehal scrunched up her nose in disgust at the couple walking next to her.
They all reach the beaming newly wedded, both men greet each other with a friendly handshake while Nehal and Sonal hug Mehek, gushing over her beautiful appearance. "Sonal Bhabhi, yaar. Where do you find such amazing clothes for Mehek Di all the time?? First that nightie and now this saree.."
Sonal grins excitedly, "Wait till you see what I have got for the honeymoon trip!!" All the three girls giggle loudly. "Now where is that idiot? I thought he was behind me." Nehal cranes her neck looking around for young Khanna in the crowd.
"Whom are you talking about?" Sonal queries. "Vicky." She replied. Both the married woman share a meaningful look, "Do you know what idiot means? You remember Mehek? How girls used to tease about that word, back at college?" She frowns in confusion, "No. I don't. What does it mean anyway?"
"Idiot means I Do Ishq Only Tumse." Nehal and Mehek glance at one another then break down in giggles again. "You guys... I'm serious!!" Sonal whines. "That's the ridiculous thing I have ever heard." Nehal snickers, "I'll see you guys around. I still have to look for that Drama Queen."
MehRya are left alone as even Mohit and Sonal walk away towards their table, "What was so funny that made you all three laugh?" Shaurya asked her. "Do you know what does idiot mean?"
"Uhh. Moron or retarded, right?" She shook her head, "Yes. But it also means I Do Ishq Only Tumse."
"Wow. I just learned a new meaning of an old word." After a few thoughtful moments he adds, giving her his infamous smirk, "Doesn't that makes us a pair of idiots?"
She smiles back at him, "Maybe it does."
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SCENE - III
After a while
"I have been looking for you everywhere!! Where the hellwere you, Vikram?!" Nehal complains as she neared Vicky, who was crouching down by something. "Huh?" He turns towards her and she notices the reason for his attention. A very furry reason.
"Is that who I think he is??" She asks him, taken aback by the dog as he looks at her with intelligent brown eyes. "Say Hi to TamatarLal, milady. And TamatarLal, this is Nehal, my friend. Say hello, champ." TL lets out a greeting bark at her, she pats his head in return, "Hi Tammy, how are you? You having fun cutie?"
"Avara!" Vicky called out to the head servant of their family, "Take TL away and feed him something." "Yes, Vicky Sir. Come on boy, let's go and get some food. It's almost dinner time for you." And TL obediently followed after him at the mention of dinner.
She saw Vicky setup a huge smart TV on the wall and opening a karaoke application in it, grabbing one of the microphones. After checking the amplifier and the speakers, DJ of the night pausing the background music of Tamma Tamma Again, gave him a thumbs up to go ahead. Vicky opens his mouth to speak into the mic when he's interrupted again by Nehal, "What are you doing, Vikram?" She couldn't help but ask out of curiosity. He simply gives her a smile with a secret twinkle in his eyes, "You'll see. Just wait and watch." He snaps his fingers, lights dims out and a spotlight glares down on him, instantly the whole restaurant goes quiet at the sudden change of atmosphere. He opens his mouth again, his voice coming from the speakers.
"Uh... No thanks, bro. Besides, if you keep eating like that then you will be a fat ass in 2 years."
"Oh don't worry. I have ways to burn these calories I consume. Like there's always exercises, yoga and bedroom activi--"
"No! Stop! I rather not know. I haven't forgotten my experience at Agra and I will repeat another Facebook prank if I go through that horrific ordeal again!"
"You wouldn't dare!" He glowers at her. "Try me." She narrows her eyes at him.
"Nehal, calm down, sweetie. And Mohit; that's enough. You two should stop fighting like children." Sonal intervenes.
"Lekin pehle usney shuru kia!" Nehal wails.
"Aur main khatam kar rahi hunn!", she turns to still food gorging Mohit, "Now you!! Stop eating.." Then she turns to her sister in law, "And you! Let's go and meet our MehRya."
"Yes!! You used their shipping name." She cheers and Sonal laughs. "You guys go ahead. I'll come around in a few minutes." Mohit said disappearing his face inside all the food. Nehal scoffs at him, "How do you manage to stay with him, Bhabhi??" The girls glanced at each other then at him before giving each other a secret wink. He's biting into a Potato Garlic Shots, thinking both of his 'troubles' will leave him alone. That was until both of them, grab hold on to each of his arms and pull him out from his seat. Manhandled by his wife and his cousin sister, he gets dragged away from his plate of tasty goodies. "Hey!! I'm not done yet--", He's interrupted by his wife, "But I am.. Now come on.. We have a reception to attend."
"But--" He begins. "Tell you what. If you are nice tonight. I will show you what I'll be wearing at our honeymoon night." Sonal whispers in his ear.
"Really?"
She nods her head, biting her lip to stop herself from smiling at her husband's dreamy expression. She was playing with him but what a woman had to do what a woman had to do.
"Ewww! Just stop! I'm right here you guys. That's gross!!" Nehal scrunched up her nose in disgust at the couple walking next to her.
They all reach the beaming newly wedded, both men greet each other with a friendly handshake while Nehal and Sonal hug Mehek, gushing over her beautiful appearance. "Sonal Bhabhi, yaar. Where do you find such amazing clothes for Mehek Di all the time?? First that nightie and now this saree.."
Sonal grins excitedly, "Wait till you see what I have got for the honeymoon trip!!" All the three girls giggle loudly. "Now where is that idiot? I thought he was behind me." Nehal cranes her neck looking around for young Khanna in the crowd.
"Whom are you talking about?" Sonal queries. "Vicky." She replied. Both the married woman share a meaningful look, "Do you know what idiot means? You remember Mehek? How girls used to tease about that word, back at college?" She frowns in confusion, "No. I don't. What does it mean anyway?"
"Idiot means I Do Ishq Only Tumse." Nehal and Mehek glance at one another then break down in giggles again. "You guys... I'm serious!!" Sonal whines. "That's the ridiculous thing I have ever heard." Nehal snickers, "I'll see you guys around. I still have to look for that Drama Queen."
MehRya are left alone as even Mohit and Sonal walk away towards their table, "What was so funny that made you all three laugh?" Shaurya asked her. "Do you know what does idiot mean?"
"Uhh. Moron or retarded, right?" She shook her head, "Yes. But it also means I Do Ishq Only Tumse."
"Wow. I just learned a new meaning of an old word." After a few thoughtful moments he adds, giving her his infamous smirk, "Doesn't that makes us a pair of idiots?"
She smiles back at him, "Maybe it does."
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SCENE - III
After a while
"I have been looking for you everywhere!! Where the hellwere you, Vikram?!" Nehal complains as she neared Vicky, who was crouching down by something. "Huh?" He turns towards her and she notices the reason for his attention. A very furry reason.
"Is that who I think he is??" She asks him, taken aback by the dog as he looks at her with intelligent brown eyes. "Say Hi to TamatarLal, milady. And TamatarLal, this is Nehal, my friend. Say hello, champ." TL lets out a greeting bark at her, she pats his head in return, "Hi Tammy, how are you? You having fun cutie?"
"Avara!" Vicky called out to the head servant of their family, "Take TL away and feed him something." "Yes, Vicky Sir. Come on boy, let's go and get some food. It's almost dinner time for you." And TL obediently followed after him at the mention of dinner.
She saw Vicky setup a huge smart TV on the wall and opening a karaoke application in it, grabbing one of the microphones. After checking the amplifier and the speakers, DJ of the night pausing the background music of Tamma Tamma Again, gave him a thumbs up to go ahead. Vicky opens his mouth to speak into the mic when he's interrupted again by Nehal, "What are you doing, Vikram?" She couldn't help but ask out of curiosity. He simply gives her a smile with a secret twinkle in his eyes, "You'll see. Just wait and watch." He snaps his fingers, lights dims out and a spotlight glares down on him, instantly the whole restaurant goes quiet at the sudden change of atmosphere. He opens his mouth again, his voice coming from the speakers.
"Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to the grand marriage reception of my Shaurya Bhaiyya's and Mehek Bhabhi's. Give a round of applause for the newly wedded couple everyone!!" He motioned towards the pair as they stood in the middle of the crowd. Another spotlight shone on them, Mehek blushes being centre of attention, still smiling while Shaurya grins and nods at his lil bro.
"I would like to give a toast to these two. Cheers you guys!! You know deep down, I always knew they would find each other, no matter what or who separated them, under any circumstances or situations and even how they almost drove each other crazy!!" That earned him a gale of laughter from the crowd, "Because they are made for each other. Together, they complete one another. I used to believe that true love is a myth. But I guess I was wrong. When I see you two, I swear I have this feeling that I'm seeing a pair of beautiful souls. Two opposite people who are in so much love that they seem to accept each other with all their good qualities and even with all their flaws. It is said that opposites attract and we have a living example in from of us, people. Mere Bhaiyya aur Bhabhi!!" Everybody clapped at his words, "Aur agar ekdum filmy style mein kahunn toh mann mein yahii aata hai, inn dono ko dekhene se.. ki Rab ne banayi hai inki jodi.. Woh bhi upar se, sacch mein." Everyone applauded at his toasting speech. "I have nothing more to say but I would like to dedicate this song which fits perfectly to my Bhaiyya and Bhabhi. For very few fortunate people really find true love in their lifetime. Their love story is special and this song conveys their journey perfectly which I will present to you all by .. Singing it..." Then adds as an after thought, "Just please don't kill me Bhaiyya and Bhabhi if you dislike it." He jokes. Shaurya, smiling wide, gestures towards him with his fist as if punching him and Vicky playfully pretends to dodge his blow, even from a distance. Everyone laughs at both of the Khanna brothers' antics.
"I would like to give a toast to these two. Cheers you guys!! You know deep down, I always knew they would find each other, no matter what or who separated them, under any circumstances or situations and even how they almost drove each other crazy!!" That earned him a gale of laughter from the crowd, "Because they are made for each other. Together, they complete one another. I used to believe that true love is a myth. But I guess I was wrong. When I see you two, I swear I have this feeling that I'm seeing a pair of beautiful souls. Two opposite people who are in so much love that they seem to accept each other with all their good qualities and even with all their flaws. It is said that opposites attract and we have a living example in from of us, people. Mere Bhaiyya aur Bhabhi!!" Everybody clapped at his words, "Aur agar ekdum filmy style mein kahunn toh mann mein yahii aata hai, inn dono ko dekhene se.. ki Rab ne banayi hai inki jodi.. Woh bhi upar se, sacch mein." Everyone applauded at his toasting speech. "I have nothing more to say but I would like to dedicate this song which fits perfectly to my Bhaiyya and Bhabhi. For very few fortunate people really find true love in their lifetime. Their love story is special and this song conveys their journey perfectly which I will present to you all by .. Singing it..." Then adds as an after thought, "Just please don't kill me Bhaiyya and Bhabhi if you dislike it." He jokes. Shaurya, smiling wide, gestures towards him with his fist as if punching him and Vicky playfully pretends to dodge his blow, even from a distance. Everyone laughs at both of the Khanna brothers' antics.
"You can sing?!" Nehal burst out. "It's actually my first time in public. And don't worry, you will sing with me." He whispers back, covering his mic.
"What?!" She was shocked. "Is this you getting back at me for making fun of you before?" She points at him. He shakes his head, "No. Because I would like if you joined me."
"He can sing?!" Mehek asks Shaurya, who nods in return, "He does actually, I'm surprised myself because he has never ever sung in public."
"Wow. That means that he really loves us to do it the first time."
"Yes. Maybe he does. But dummy still hasn't told me yet about this familymoon trip to Mauritius!!" He grumbles.
"Shaurya! Give him some time. He will tell you when he gets his chance."
Vicky, standing at a makeshift stage, gave another signal and DJ increased up the bass and volume. Vicky selects the song on the TV application and the first tunes of beats starts.
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TO BE CONTINUED
Songs Mentioned In The Story
- Kaun Tujhe From M.S Dhoni.
- Pareshaan From Ishaqzaade.
- Aaj Phir From Hate Story 2.
- Rock Tha Party From Rocky Handsome.
- Tamma Tamma Again From Badrinath Ki Dulhaniya.
Hey everybody. Please leave a feedback you awesome people, constructive criticism is welcomed. I wrote half of this in bad health and rest in after recovery. My internet connection was out for two days, hence the delay. Hope you all liked it. Let me know what was your favourite element. Thanks, guys. You all inspired me to write this mini series!! Muahh!! Till I see you in the next update.
Part 2 Here.
"What?!" She was shocked. "Is this you getting back at me for making fun of you before?" She points at him. He shakes his head, "No. Because I would like if you joined me."
"He can sing?!" Mehek asks Shaurya, who nods in return, "He does actually, I'm surprised myself because he has never ever sung in public."
"Wow. That means that he really loves us to do it the first time."
"Yes. Maybe he does. But dummy still hasn't told me yet about this familymoon trip to Mauritius!!" He grumbles.
"Shaurya! Give him some time. He will tell you when he gets his chance."
Vicky, standing at a makeshift stage, gave another signal and DJ increased up the bass and volume. Vicky selects the song on the TV application and the first tunes of beats starts.
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TO BE CONTINUED
Songs Mentioned In The Story
- Kaun Tujhe From M.S Dhoni.
- Pareshaan From Ishaqzaade.
- Aaj Phir From Hate Story 2.
- Rock Tha Party From Rocky Handsome.
- Tamma Tamma Again From Badrinath Ki Dulhaniya.
Hey everybody. Please leave a feedback you awesome people, constructive criticism is welcomed. I wrote half of this in bad health and rest in after recovery. My internet connection was out for two days, hence the delay. Hope you all liked it. Let me know what was your favourite element. Thanks, guys. You all inspired me to write this mini series!! Muahh!! Till I see you in the next update.
Part 2 Here.
