WHADDUP MY FELLOW IPKKND BREDRINS! Me here :D
Now here I am a bored bored bored bored BORED child. Like seriously I have nothing better to do all day than sit around in my bed under my duvet stuffing my face with cheesy bread. So I thought I'd might as well use my magical brain and conjure up something different that you people of this wonderful forum might enjoy J Mind you it is the first time that I've actually written creatively. The last time was two years ago so a few words or so have probably fallen out of my brain although we'll just read and see how it goes.
I'm just gonna attempt an SS. I'm not very good at writing interesting plots or whatnot! This SS is gonna have quite a bit of that vile creature Shyam in it. Although don't worry. It won't be bad ;) Enjoy m'lovlies
Part 2 https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/46748280
Part 3 https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/46766716
Part 4 https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/46780383
Part 6 https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/46820851
Part 7 https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/46833228
Part 8https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/46847832
Kadva Karelas and Jhakkas Jalebis
Part One
He stared at her sleeping next to her jiji soundly. Her chest heaved up and down as she took silent but deadly breaths. Her lips were a deep rose pink colour and even without her make up she looked like an absolute angel. She was a deer. Fragile at times but absolutely khatarnak at others. Hurt her or her family, and even Osama Bin Laden seemed timid compared to her. Shyam turned around and returned to his room wondering what he was going to do. He loved Anjali, but he loved Khushi more. Thoughts ran around his head of what he could be doing to her at this moment but he had to control himself. Anjali and Khushi were good friends and any action of his could lead to his whole secret being rumbled. He lay in his bed silently with the sounds of Buaji snoring and Khushi quietly murmuring something about jalebis. Soon he fell into a broken sleep. Shyam, the man who stepped in other peoples footprints so as to not leave any of his own. A man who was careful to cover his tracks. Infact not a man'a womanizer.
Arnav Singh Raizada. One of the richest, most good looking yet one of the most temperamental people in India. Nobody dared to even step on his shadow let alone speak to him and look him in the eye. He stood in his little indoor garden in a daze watering his plants thinking about the girl that he detested the most. Khushi Kumari Gupta. A small town girl from Lucknow who had dared to speak up to him. Not even his Naani had the right to do that so who was she to say anything to him. Who was she to tell him that he was a temperamental and downright ugly person who didn't deserve what he had. Who was she? Khushi Kumari Gupta. A girl who had given him sleepless nights. A girl with whom he felt comfortable. A girl with whom he felt he could talk to about his past. She was that one girl that had got him feeling again. The one girl, who had opened the doors of his heart to love. Nevertheless, she had embarrassed him infront of his clients a number of times. Attempted to sabotage his business as a prank and downgrade his status. He'd never forgive her for being herself. Ever.
Khushi woke up. Again that night she'd dreamt of dancing with jalebis in a big palace under a shimmering crystal chandelier. She was the queen of this jalebi kingdom. The king? Well his face never appeared. She could only see the body, a bundle of pure toned muscle. A body which was wearing a slick black suit with a maroon shirt. It seemed so familiar but she could never put body to face. That was her king. The king of her heart. She was sure that he would arrive one day. When she'd never know because everytime she went out she'd always bump into that one man. The man who'd given her so much pain. Arnav Singh Raizada. She couldn't get him out of her head but she hated him with all her guts. She had so much hate for him it hurt her to even think about him. She wouldn't let him ruin her morning. Cheerliy she jumped out of bed like the chirpy little bird she was and went in to have her bath. She came out of her room only to find Shyam gooring at her with those eyes of his. He had become a bit weird nowadays. He wouldn't give her proper answers. Going to work early and returning home late. But he was only her tenant. Who was she to ask him?
"Bohot hi saara kaam hoga isliye Shyamji itne vicharo mein lage rehte hain!" she thought.
"Good morning Shyamji. Arre wah! Aapne toh mere liye bhi chai bana rakhi hain."
"Good morning Khushi" he replied. "Mein jaa raha hoon. Bye" And as abruptly as that he left.
"Arre Shyamji apna phone'" Khushi shouted. But before she could even say anything he had left, doors swinging in the light breeze that flew in.
"Ab kya karoon. Chalo theek hain. Kaam ke raste mein hi unka office aata hain. Mein thodi jaldi nikalti hoon aur unka phone drop karke office chali jaaongi!" Proud of her idea she smiled to herself and left whilst saying goodbye to her buaji and sister.
Arnav had reached downstairs for breakfast. Dressed in a navy blue suit with a cream coloured shirt and a black, silk patterned scarf he looked absolutely dashing, and he knew this well!
"Chote tum aagaye. Chalo ab khana khalo. Aur mujhe tums ek kaam karvana hain. Aaj..woh..maine unke liye unka sabsa mann pasand khana banaya hain toh please tum yeh tiffin uke office pe chod donge?" Anjali asked.
"Haan di. Tumhara hakoom sarakho par. Listen I'm already late. Mein khana office pe khaa loonga. Ok bye di. Mein jaa raha hoon. Thoda der se aaoonga."
"Theek hain chote. Dhyan se gadi chalana. Or bohot der mat karna. Bye" And with that she gave the cutest smile that even melted her little brothers stone heart.
Kabhi Neem Neem Kabhi Shahad Shahad
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