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Opti Akka!!! After I saw you posting another fic, I couldn't stop myself from starting this story!
I am not sure how long or short this fictional story is going to be, but I have bravely started it. Hopefully I finish it soon! And I hope you all like it. The characters here, particularly Prachi, might not resemble the soap characters at all.
Part 1- Page 1
Part 2- Page 6
Part 3- Page 12
Part 4- Page 17
Part 5- Page 23
Part 6- Page 25
Part 7- Page 33
Part 8- Page 38
Part 9- Page 44
Part 10- Page 50
Part 11- Page 58
Part 12- Page 64
Part 13- Page 69
Part 14- Page 79
Part 15- Page 89
Part 16- Page 96
Part 17- Page 106
Part 18- Page 113
Part 19- Page 119
Part 20- Page 125
Part 21- Page 134
Part 22- Page 143
Part 23- Page 151
Part 24- Page 156
Part 25- Page 161
Part 26- Page 166
Part 27- Page 173
Part 28- Page 178 (Last part)
Epilogue- Page 183
SLAP!!!!!!
The whole party turned around in the direction of the swift blow that Prachi's hand gave on Ranveer's cheek.
"Prachi!" Ranveer had muttered placing his hand on his cheek.
"Get the hell out of here" Prachi had shrieked and ran upstairs to her room.
Ranveer had stared at Neev angrily and satirically and started walking out of the Shah mansion. Neev, who was dancing with his girlfriend Ayesha had walked behind Ranveer trying to stop him while Ayesha went upstairs to make sure Prachi was alright.
"Ranveer, stop, what's the matter?" said Neev trying to stop Ranveer.
"Do you expect me to stay here even after what you saw? Is she a girl or a devil? For the past one week she kept on taking me for granted. And today, she slaps me in front of the whole party. Keeping in mind that she is a woman, I kept quiet. If she were to be a man, I would have buried her six feet under." Ranveer said walking towards his car.
"Listen" Neev still tried to stop Ranveer.
"Hell with that best friend of yours" squealed Ranveer before driving his car away.
"Prachi, open the door" Ayesha repeatedly thumped Prachi's room door. Soumya too joined Ayesha trying to probe the matter and to get Prachi open the door. Neev had asked the rest of the people in the party to carry on as they all were stunned to witness Prachi slapping Ranveer. As most of the people tried to behave things were normal, Neev ran upstairs too to demand from Prachi the reason for her behaviour. By the time Neev reached by Prachi's room, she had opened the door and was burning with rage.
"What was that Prachi? Why did you slap him?" shouted Neev.
"I should actually have killed him. He was lucky that I finished with a slap" said Prachi running her fingers through her hair and it looked as if she was pulling them.
"What happened dear?" Ayesha made her sit on the bed and sat on the ground in front of her.
"That bas**** tried to... damn!" Prachi said gritting her teeth hitting the bed with her fist.
"What did he do Prachi?" Soumya sat by Prachi and put her arm around Prachi's shoulder.
"That idiot tried to kiss me, he even pinched my...." Prachi had said still seething in anger.
"And you slapped him in front of everyone" Neev hadn't let Prachi finish her sentence.
"It's all because of you Neev. You were the one who wanted me to see him. I didn't like him from the day one. But you were like, he is this REAL nice guy, the perfect one for me. Dare you try hooking me up with someone like that again. It wasn't like I had told him I loved him or something. I only know him for a week. And he had this audacity to.." Prachi had punched the bed again.
"Calm down Prachi. Neev, you go out of the room. I will talk to you later" Ayesha had tried to ease the situation. Neev had walked out of the room.
"Prachi, Neev knows Ranveer from childhood. That's why he is speaking for him. But if you don't like Ranveer it's fine. You don't have to date him. It's actually my fault. I had been telling Neev to introduce you to Ranveer. I am sorry. You please take it easy" Ayesha had explained.
"Ranveer is a jerk. You don't have to apologize for him Ayesha. I understand Neev too. I know you guys have been trying to find a guy for me for so long. Sometimes I feel I will never fall in love. I never felt it for any guy. I appreciate your efforts. But let me go with my fate. Stop trying find a guy for me." Prachi had said taking a deep breath as she finally cooled down.
"Okay my dear friends, chill now. Prachi, all my good looking cousins will be attending my wedding next month. You can choose one on your own. I hope one of them will be lucky enough to impress my darling friend." Soumya hugged Prachi.
"Ayesha, come here" Prachi had called Ayesha too and the three friends had hugged each other.
Prachi was the only daughter late Inder Shah, a rich hotelier of his times. She had lost both of her parents in a plane crash at the age of 10. Her maternal uncle, Raj Patel had been her guardian after that. Raj Patel had never married and was against the idea of settling down. However, he had taken the responsibility of his only sister Premlatha and his business partner and brother in law, Inder's daughter when she was orphaned. Raj had made sure Prachi got good education and all that she wanted throughout her teenage while he also took over Inder's business. Raj had taken the business to international level with his undying ambition to make Shah group of hotels, the best hotel chain in the world. He would often stay abroad being extremely occupied with his business ventures. On the other hand, Prachi lived in her own dream world. All that mattered to her during her college days and later was her friends. Ayesha, Soumya and Neev were the dearest people to her and she would be ready to do anything for them. Ayesha and Neev were dating for two years now and Soumya was engaged to an engineer chosen by her family. The three girls had just finished their masters in visual communication while Neev had finished his degrees in journalism and started working for a private TV channel.
At the same time and same day, on the other side of Mumbai, Milind had moved into his own apartment he had recently bought, along with his father Dayanand Mishra.