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I know there are some really great fanfics out there, please read and review. Tell me, if I should continue or not… This story starts after Mukti rejected Prem and after he has declared war…against her
I've attempted to write some Hindi dialogs as well hope they are ok..
Episode 1
Scene 1
Sun light began to fall from the gap left between the two curtains in Prem's bedroom window. Prem was struggling to keep his eyes shut as the sunlight hit upon his face as the curtain moved with the flow of the wind. He was partly wining the struggle to stay a sleep when, suddenly the whole sun seemed to have crashed upon him. He opened his eyes ever so gently and with a forced look about his face.
He then recognized the figure standing beside the window that has broken his sleep and said,
"Oh mother India aaj tho Sunday hain couldn't you just leave me be?"
Then his mother India; "Prerna" to everyone else, came forward with a smile on her face and said,
"Beta Prem, aaj thumko woh event ke bareme kahi jana hain na? think Prem don't you have anything important planned today"
Prem's forehead frowned while he started to think. Seeing her son is having a memory problem as he has every morning, she helps him by adding,
"Project… U.S… important…"
"Why are you talking like Yoda from star wars mother India, I don't get you" said Prem and getting further more irritated, then he tried to turn over and go back to doing what he was doing in the first place; "Sleeping". Then he put his pillow over his face
"Oh ho Prem… the event.." she got no reaction
"with mukt…." The word wasn't even complete, he threw the pillow jumped out of bed.
"Oh man the trip to U.S with Mukti to take care of that important project… oh why didn't you just tell me…oh man how much time have I got? " said Prem looking at the clock and started to pack some cloths, well you can't actually call it packing he was actually throwing them in to the suit case.
"well I am not to blame if you can't remember or catch on to my clues" said Prerna.
"Whatever!!" replied Prem as he went towards the bathroom.
"Oh it's my partly my fault too I guess I did give you the most important clue just at the end" Prerna uttered to herself. which by the way was half heard by Prem and it stopped him in his tracks, he was so busy he didn't have time to solve his Mother India's riddle so he just shook his head and continued on his path.
Just as he closed the bathroom door Prerna added,
"Agar thume dher hotha hain tho koi baath nehi beta, next flight se chale jana, main Mukti ko kahoongi ke tum baadme…aa.." then some stumbling noises came from the bathroom and the bathroom door was open in a flash and Prem's head peaked through and said,
"No NO.. I'll be ready in just a few minutes"
"Ok ok it was just a suggestion" Prerna went out of Prem's room with a smile, shaking her head as if to say," young people today…" or something in the line of that.
Scene 2
Prem finally popped out of his room in his usual attire, but to make it look more professional he had added a tie, tied in his own fashionable way. Then Prerna came to him and blessed him and Prem looked around in disinterest and says,
"Hey I'm getting late Mother India quickly do your Aarthi stuff" Prerna frowned at him and he rolled his eyes and kept his mouth shut. After it was finish, Prerna said
"Ok Prem tum ja sak thain ho"
"Oh thank God" said Prem, seeing that Prerna is annoyed by the comment, and said
"I mean the pooja and all it will bring good luck so I thanked god" mumbled Prem.
"Ok ok abhi jao mukti kahi dher se bahar kadi hain"
Scene 3
Prem came out of the house and mukti got irritated just seeing him she rolled her eyes and got in to the car with out saying anything. These days she only talked with Prem only if she has to or only if she was provoked by him to make comments about his idiotic actions. (author note: the car was drven by some other driver not by jeevan)
Then Prem got into the car and wasted no time in commenting on Mukti's dress.
"miss Basanti aap yeh kya pehen rakha hain, Aapko kisine 1960's se aakar waha kahi party main aane ko invite kiya hain kya?"
Mukti just looked him and then turned her head back to the window on her side.
Even though Prem wants to see to it that he wins every argument, he hated when he wins by default because she refuses to speak at all. Sometimes to him the glory lied not in wining the argument itself but in getting any kind of reaction from Mukti, He then began to ponder, "I don't know why I long to get her react to my words I don't even like her any more.. oh may be I just lo.. nah never mind" and then he thought of new ways to provoke her to speak and get the war started.
"Oh ho miss Bsanthi no come backs, oh I was right you are a looser" said Prem hoping at least to get a stare from her.
"Me a looser, Look at your tie and the way you are wearing it. It has looser written all over, with a capital L…and wear did you buy that one from Flingstones's garage sale," Said Mukti giving Prem a disgusted look. Even though his ego was bit hurt from that one, cos he realy did think that the tie could work as a bit of a chic magnet, he was happy to hear her speak. Yet he didn't know why cos her voice just makes him frustrated even more. Then he said to mukti raising his eyebrows
"Since when did you start commenting on fashion and at that wearing something…. something horrid such as that.. well you should know girls love me for my style Miss mukti deshmukh"
"Oh yeah they love you all right.. for your style cos they know if you are spending so much of money on those stupid cloths you MUST BE really rich.. That's just it," Said mukti in a very angered tone.
"OH basanti, don't tell me you really think like that about my style, believe me I know how you like your guys" Prem said that and he regretted saying it just as the words came out of his mouth..
She then thought for a second and said,
"No UD you only know of the kind of guys I used to like, and well I know the kind you want… I know your standard… well if I didn't know your standards by Now then shame on me… "
In reality, Mukti did like his style it was so different and unique and she was scared to admit even to her self that his style is somewhat attractive. Yet she couldn't let Prem win this battle, so she blurted out the rudest thing that she could say possible. Even if it didn't come out as hateful as she wanted, she was satisfied to see Prem's face darken in defeat for he had nothing more to say.
Contd…
(Only if you guys like it)
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