Shabir Aluwaliya Tandon ' 25 Years
Kushaal Aluwaliya Tandon ' 23 Years
The number one business tycoon of India achieved the highest at a young age, a magnet to all ladies but repels them all. Who only has one motive in life to get his sister Prachi married but unfortunately no wedding proposals come for her. They are all after Gurmeet the HOT DUDE! aggressive in nature, egoistic, ready to fight but beneath this stone cold heart lives a man full of innocence and only his true love can see glimpses of this.
Barun Sobti Chaudhry ' 23 Years
Prachi ' 24 Years
Drashiti ' 24 Years
Kushi ' 23 Years
Manvi ' 22 Years
Flying like a butterfly across the field, covered in a rich pink silk sari, her hair flowing with the wind like black velvet hiding her face; the eyes anticipating only one thing. Then she sees it above her head and starts running in that direction with even more excitement, and tears now threatening to fall.
The object which was above her head has now landed and a figure of a tall broadly built guy is emerging out of the lavish helicopter. His firm jaws and captivating eyes are being admired from a distance.
Hidden behind a tree Prachi rests her self upon the tree bark, to shy to face him lost in her thoughts a sudden jerk frightens her. "What The"Barun exclaims scaring off all the humming birds on the tree.
Prachi instantly looked up "1,2,3,4.." She started counting the birds animatedly giggling at the situation. Her laughter was melodious to the sharp ears of the tall broadly built man who stood across the wooden fence which divided his side of the land from hers.
She lightly pushed Barun out of her side and ran back towards their white mansion. Barun was happy to see his sister happy and didn't mind being laughed at. He called for the driver as he was getting late for college.
Inside the house the alarm went off at exactly 8am, the mist on the window disappeared and sun was shining through which disturbed the sleep of a man who was the most wanted in the city. The white satin bed sheets complemented his white creamy skin and as his heavy body frame escaped from the bed a perfect model of a man appeared. As he walked towards the shower even the floorboards couldn't stop them self from bowing down to the energy of this greek god. He drained himself in ice cold water, preparing himself for the day ahead. Dressing himself in tight fitted trousers which showed off his long muscular legs and a formal shirt that enhanced his abs, he was ready for business which the city awaited.
In his formal attire, he left his house as fast as a cheetah to attend a important meeting with a foreign delegate.
Whilst travelling his car suddenly stopped "This can not be happening to Gurmeet Sobti Chaudhry" shouted the man who had anger written all over his face. The driver who was on the verge of a nervous breakdown squeaked with his dry mouth gulping his saliva "Sir Ji mujhe shama kar do, bahut bari bhool ho gayi". Gurmeet wasn't pleased with the driver's words as he exclaimed with pride "Gurmeet se kabhi bhool nahi hota aur jo bhool kare woh Gurmeet ke saath kam nahin kar sakta". The driver stood silently, his head bowed seeking for mercy as he whispered "Sir Ji meri biwi bache hain, unka kya hoga, mujpe reham kijiye". Gurmeet was running late and the driver was speaking nonsense just like Lucky from Geet hui sabse parayi the show his sister follows ardently, the driver squealed "siiir Ji" which brought Gurmeet out of his thoughts, he roared like Ajay Devgan from Singham "Main agar reham bath ta chalu, toh ek din tum mujhe hi loot loge". The driver walked away in tears. As Gurmeet looked around for transport.
Meanwhile away from the heat of Gurmeets anger was the heat of the bustling airport where a young women with a perfect figure stood, dressed in a pujabi salwar suit, plaited hair, elegance oozed out of her and simplicity was worn by her like a piece of jewellery. "Where are my desi boys?" She screamed whilst waving a sign board attracting the attention of many passing by. This is Drashti for you, simple in appearance but bold in action. One can be mistaken to think of her as being coy, but in reality she is the total opposite.
It was Dhrashti's first day at work and she was assigned to collect the new arrivals to india who are her boss.
The Kingfisher private jet plane has just landed, the engine deafening the crowd who had gathered to welcome the King of the business world and his heir who was next in line.
A man appeared out of the plane, dressed in a white armani fit to measure suit, the strong fragrance of his aftershave '212 sexy men' can hypnotise any lady, he was tall, dark and handsome, just like a prince from a fairytale. Walking beside him was his younger brother, he had weatish skin which glistened in the sunlight and deep brown eyes that any women will drown in. He wore loose denims with a sleevless jacket with a white t- shirt exposing his well toned chest.
Both brothers conned the paparazzi to reach inside without a hassle and finally recognised the lady who was holding their sign board.
Dhrashti's wait had ended when two hate kate naujawan came in front of her eyes. The younger of the two brothers introduced him self to Drashti in a flirty tone of voice "main hoon Kushaal aur yeh hain humara bade Shabir jisko tum pasand ho" Drashati was shocked and her jaws opened wide. Shabir rapidly spoke "NAHI tum mujhe nahi pasand" he paused, checked Dhrashti top to bottom and stated "kya tum mere brother ki dulhan banogi?" Dhrashti started laughing taking this proposal as a joke. However Shabir spoke once again "hasi tho phasi" at this Kushaal interfered "I'm running late for college!" Ending the conversation they all departed from the airport.
It was the first day back to college for many after a long break, a busy environment with gossiping students and strict teachers was expected to be present. The college was catering its education to the rich and reserved students of the city.
The front entrance of the college is guarded by a huge metal silver fence where students were making there way into the college, when a long white Lamborghini parks up.
All students stand still and gaze at the car thinking this might be a entry of a rich and handsome businessman coming in to do a lecture. The door swings open and a shadow on the ground slowly starts forming, the man inside brings out his well toned legs covered in black leather jeans. From the shape of his legs it is evident the man inside has been spending a lot of time in the gym. Bit by bit his whole hunky body appeared, his musky aroma drove the girls insane. All were shocked to see the most handsome Barun as his creamy face glowed under the christmas lighting.
One will assume the college hunk should enter the college in a red Ferrari but our Barun likes to be different from the crowd and in the simplest of way Barun likes to prove himself as being a capable businessman in the future.
He walks towards the corridor, in a stylish way; putting away his shades on the back of his velvet black waistcoat. Whilst walking he can hear the sounds of ringing anklets and singing bangles. The noise irritates him, he tries to look through the big cemented pillars but he has no luck.
The chimes of the jewellery doesn't stop but to add to it he can also hear played in the background "Bol na halke halke" "bol na halke halke" this adds to his frustration.
Again he tries to struggle with the white long strong pillar, but all he can see is a group of boys enjoying each others company. Barun decides to ignore the sounds and music and continue walking towards his class.
Whilst walking steadily minding his own business suddenly like a flamed rocket a light netted red scarf flies towards his face, wrapping his face in it like his a christmas present waiting to be opened. "What The" Barun shouts and silence prevails in the college.
Wrapped in a scarf Barun can't see anything but does listens to the chimes of the ringing anklets and singing bangles coming toward him.
Who is the guy across the field? What has gurmeet got in store? And is Shabir really serious about getting his brother married to Drashti?? Will we get to see the college life of Barun?? and where is the music of chimes coming from? Read more to find out more!
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