Bigg Boss 19 - Daily Discussion Topic - 12th Oct 2025 - WKV
Bigg Boss 19: Daily Discussion Thread- 13th Oct 2025
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Aman Dinesh Rao stood before the enormous door of the Gupta mansion and breathed in slowly. This was his chance and he was not going to blow it.
The Arnav Singh Raizada had called him to help with the opening of a New York branch. This was his chance. This was his pot of gold. This was everything he had waited for. With a mental BooYah, he pressed on the button of the doorbell.
A beautiful- no- breathtaking woman clad in a sari opened the door with an unsure but beaming smile. "Hi!" She spoke.
Aman stared at the twinkling brown eyes that dimmed slowly in confusion. "Um... Hello?" The woman asked now slightly confused anticipating a reply from the brooding stranger before her.
"Hi err hello, yes, hello." Aman finally managed to splutter out. The woman narrowed her beautiful eyes as if to say 'go on'. Of course why wouldn't she? He was standing at her door step in a black trench coat and a suitcase. He might as well could have looked like a door-to-door rapist. If such a thing existed.
"Yea, uh Hi! I'm Aman Rao, and I'm here to meet Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada, on behalf of the setup of the New York branch for AR Designs. May I meet him?"
The beautiful brown eyes widened in understanding before dangerously slanting with furrowed eyebrows. "Not possible."
Aman started.
"He's here for his wedding! You people never leave him alone. I ask him for one month. Just one month and BAM! He finds work to do here as well. I mean how much more can a girl try. I dragged him half way across the world, across two oceans, and there's still AR Designs to worry about. AR Designs my foot!" The girl before him almost visibly huffed.
"Oh..." Muttered Aman. Now what? If this beautiful- yet still crazy woman- was hell bent on destroying his one chance, how exactly was he supposed to refuse?
A slight flicker of amusement passed over the woman's features as she pressed her oh-so-perfect-and-pouty-and-peachy lips together to block the giggle that rumbled out. "Hum bhi na! I'm joking! And here you are looking like a confused little boy! I'll call Arnav down. He's currently flirting with his -hopefully- future wife."
Aman raised an eyebrow slowly. He had always heard of bipolar disorder, but he had never experienced it first hand. This was quite an experience. Oh well, he mentally reasoned, at least she's fun to look at.
"I'm Anjali by the way. Arnav's older sister."
Aman's brain mentally screeched as his mind put a brake on his thoughts. His boss's older sister? Wow, Aman, wow, he mentally chastised. You're here to prove yourself as an able business man, not an able hormonal, and I-Have-Googly-Eyes-For-My-Boss's-Sister type employee.
Anjali stepped away from the doorway and invited him in. Giving a meek smile, Aman followed the woman into the mansion.
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Be a man, Akaash!
You already are, but still.
Hey, you don't have to worry. Nani would approve of this relationship...
What relationship? You haven't even looked the girl in the eye.
Well there's a first time for everything.
Here goes.
Akaash stepped into the spacious living room and took a seat opposite the other Gupta sister, who was currently engrossed in a rerun of Ghost Hunters.
Ehhmm! He cleared his throat, quite obnoxiously, looking for some sign of Payal noticing him. Nothing. Two times the charm, Akaash.
"Uhh... Payal-ji?"
The girl opposite him spun around to face him in lightning speed. With a dangerously glint in her narrow eyes, she spoke to Akaash. "You can call me Payal. Save the "Ji" for aunties. I'm not that old!"
He blinked twice as the woman gave him a once over and focused back on the TV. Well, he got this far, and couldn't back down now.
"So, what do you do, Payal-ji- I mean Payal!" Akaash cursed the side of the bed he woke up on before looking expectantly at Payal for an answer.
"What do I do? What kind of a broad question is that? You have to be more specific..." She stated indifferently.
"I mean career wise."
"Oh. Cardiologist."
"That's really impressive. But that takes a long time, no? And you're so young-I mean fairly young-I mean younger than me, of course, but older than Khushi- you just look young!" Akaash bit his tongue in order to prevent anymore word vomit.
Payal assessed Akaash with her eyes a second time before answering slowly, her attention now not on the TV. "I graduated high school when I was 16- And I loaded up on classes and cut back on vacations and here I am today."
"Achaa... That's really impressive." Akaash smiled.
"You already said that." She smirked.
"Oh... yes I did..." Akaash slowly trailed up before standing to leave. "I should go," he spoke to Payal.
"Feel free!" She smiled.
Akaash took two steps toward his room before stopping in his tracks. This wasn't going to work. Ghost Hunters was eating the woman's attention and Akaash did not give himself a 27 minute pep talk for no reason. Spinning on his feet, Akaash faced Payal yet again.
"Payal, err, actually I was thinking we should go to dinner tonight! Just the two of us!" He waited slowly judging her reaction.
Slowly, Payal rose from her seat. "And this is because..."
"Well we're both free for the night. Wait... you are free, right?" Akaash pushed his specs up his nose in nervousness.
Letting a slow smile appear on her face, Payal nodded at Akaash. "Fine. We'll go to dinner."
Akaash grinned and nodded. "Alright, I'll let you know the details soon." With one more hopeless grin in Payal's direction, Akaash left the room.
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"I heard everything." NK whispered in the most evil voice he could manage.
Akaash froze from his happy prancing down the hallway and turned to find NK standing and smiling at him. He looked like a kid who had discovered something to bargain with while doing a bad deed. Extending his phone, NK tapped the screen.
"Payal, err, actually I was thinking we should go to dinner tonight! Just the two of us!"
"And this is because..."
"Well we're both free for the night. Wait... you are free, right?"
A recorded version of Payal and Akaash's recent conversation played from NK's phone as he viciously bared his teeth in a smile.
"I'm telling Di." NK stated before running in the opposite direction. Akaash faced a momentary lapse before running after him. Grabbing, NK by the collar as they rounded a corner, Akaash brought his arms around NK in an attempt to grab the phone. NK turned his back toward Akaash as his clutching hands went around NK's torso. NK pushed Akaash's weight of his body with his hip and Akaash fought back, trying yet again to grab the phone.
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Aman froze with widened eyes as he stumbled upon the scene before him.
"Nk!" "Akaash!" Anjali's strong voice broke the two out of their horse play and they grinned sheepishly at Anjali. Shaking her head gently, Anjali spoke to Akaash, letting him know to inform Arnav of Aman's arrival.
Aman stared dumbfounded at the two. Did he or did he not just witness two grown males dry hump each other in pure daylight. Giving himself a mental shake of the head, Aman followed Anjali to the sitting area.
Walking into grand siting room, Aman stopped yet again. Another, very beautiful woman looked up and smiled and looked to Anjali for information.
"Hey Payal, this is Aman. He's here to meet Arnav. I'll be right back okay." Anjali cleared the confusion, and earning a nod from Payal, she walked out.
"Ghost Hunters, huh?" Aman started.
"Yes! I love it!" Payal turned with bright eyes, finding someone to share her interest in.
"You know they computer generate half this stuff right?" Aman asked settling into the plush couch.
Payal's eyes narrowed. "No. No they don't. "
"I can prove it."
"Oh, I bet. You googled it right? Please, save it, I've already found all the counterarguments I need against those articles."
"No actually it's because one of my friends work on the equipment team for the show."
Payal visibly moved back in surprise. "Seriously?"
"Seriously." Aman gave a small smile and shrug.
"Well... three years spent obsessing over the wrong show. Man..." Payal gave a defeated sigh and drew her legs up to her chest, settling in and falling into easy conversation with Aman.
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Akaash stood before duo of Aman and Payal, and he watched as one chuckled and the other furiously giggled into her knees.
He cleared his throat in all ways obnoxious and the two looked up, their eyes twinkling and still holding amusement. "Hi Akaash," Payal managed before erupting into another fit of giggles. Finally calming down, she stood up and bid Aman goodbye.
"I have some things to take care of. It was really nice to meet you!" With another airy laugh, Payal strode out of the room.
Akaash watched her leave and turned his flat eyes to meet Aman's. "Arnav will be down soon. I'm his brother by the way, Akaash."
"Oh, sir, I didn't recognize that!" Aman stood up quickly and shook his hands with Akaash.
"Well, now you know." With a stiff nod, Akaash left the room.
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Akaash furiously strode to his room, annoyed with the random stranger who had managed to make Payal think it was "really nice" to meet him. Stupid Aman WhateverHisLastNameWas. Who did he think is? He wore a trench coat and all of a sudden, he thought he was so cool, making television obsessed girls laugh out loud.
Akaash frowned once again. He can make Payal laugh. Of course he can. He will. Tonight.
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Khushi grumbled incoherently and still clutching her burning cheek, she stalked into the sitting room and plopped down.
"I think you're really freaking outrageously hot yourself."
Color roared to her cheeks as she audibly groaned and fell back into the cushions. Squeezing her eyes shut, she forced herself to regulate her breathing. That stupid man was effecting her in more ways than she wanted to let on and she hated it. No. She hated him. With those stupid eyes and that annoying smirk, he was making her life miserable. And it was only the second day of his arrival.
"Stupid Laad Governor! What does he think of himself? Tell me to take him on a date as if that's what I'm here for. If he wants to experience New York's night life, he should get a stupid tour guide! Or a call girl! I have better things to do! Stupid Amma and Babuji, wanting me to get married! No! I'm telling them I'm gay! Yes. I like women. I refuse to marry that stupid grouchy, smirking Humpty Dumpty! UGH!"
Khushi huffed out a breath as she finished her rant and looked up. And she froze.
Aman stared at the- yet another- good looking girl who had just spilled her heart out to a throw cushion. With his eyes wide and lips pressed together, Aman fought vigorously to hold in his laughter.
Khushi's face took on new shades of crimson as her eyes widened in mortification. "I uh..." She tried.
Aman gulped in a bout of air and steadied himself on the armrest. Khushi looked at the ground before looking up at him apprehensively. "You heard nothing." She stated meekly.
"I heard nothing." He affirmed, giving a solemn salute.
"You didn't hear what?"
Khushi stilled as the now all too familiar voice of Arnav Singh Raizada reached her ears. She bolted upright and turned briskly to face him. With an edge in her hazel eyes, she strode towards Aman.
"It will be our little secret, right..." Khushi faltered.
"Aman." He finished.
"Aman!" She repeated smiling. "I'm Khushi. Like I said , our little secret." She smiled in a smile that was a little too sweet and gave him a small wink. Arnav rose an eyebrow as she turned back to face him.
"Bye!" She chirped as she flew out of the room.
Arnav stared at the retreating back of the madwoman and then turned to face his newly appointed employee. It was time for business.
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"A date?" Khushi asked.
"A date." Payal winked.
"With Akaash?"
"Yup!"
"Wow. I can't believe this."
"So what, Khushi? I haven't went out with someone in so long and Akaash isn't that bad."
"Jiji... I think you need to see more of the male species." Khushi stated bluntly.
"Uff! Don't be this harsh. He seems sweet."
"Fine. Guess what? I have a date too."
Payal excitedly plopped down onto Khushi's mattress besides her. Khushi laid on her back staring at the ceiling with her arms on her side.
"With Arnav? Oh my gosh, Kay!" Payal cooed.
"Ew. Stop. He's so... he's so..."
"He's so what, Khushi?" Payal asked raising an eyebrow.
"He's just... annoying! I don't know, something about him bothers me." Khushi sat up, a frown creasing her forehead.
"Khushi, you're just nervous! It'll be okay. Come on lets pick something to wear for tonight." Dragging her little sister off the bed, Payal marched into Khushi's closet, ready to make a raid.
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Aman rubbed his forehead and proceeded to stuff his papers and laptop into the suitcase he carried. Arnav Singh Raizada had lost all his seemingly warm character the minute the girl had left and had gotten straight to business. Aman could've sworn that he saw the man eyeing him murderously once or twice in the period of the meeting.
Grabbing his things, Aman walked to front door.
Before he could reach the door, a six foot mass of muscle slammed into his chest, sending him staggering backwards. The man in the white shirt stumbled backward before quickly straightening up.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, I didn't see-" Shyam stopped his words as he took in the sight of the man before him.
"Well hello," he spoke again, his voice dangerously low. "I'm Shyam Rosario Manohar Jha. And you are?"
Aman took a slow step back and gulped. "Uh... Aman."
Shyam smiled slowly, rolling out the name on his tongue. "Aman. A man. I like A man." Shyam smiled yet again, before taking a step forward.
"SHYAM!" NK's booming voice interrupted their meeting and Aman took the momentary freedom to run out the door.
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"What. The. f**k?!" Aman spat as he strode into the cab awaiting him.
The house was a mad house. First it was the gorgeous but bipolar woman. Then it was two grown men humping each other in the middle of the house. Then there was a woman he had a secret with before he knew her name. Not to add his new boss was an avatar of the devil when talking business. And to top it all off, he had barely escaped sexual violation from six foot tall, gay doorman.
This was what one called an experience. Aman sighed slowly as he slumped into the taxi seat. The things he had to do to get somewhere in life.
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Arnav felt a slow smile lift his lips in appreciation as he watched his compmany for the night descend the stairs towards him. At 9 PM sharp, he was awaiting Khushi dressed in a fitted back shirt tucked neatly into his pants.
He watched Khushi come down, her figure politely but pleasingly encased in burgundy lace, her lean legs ending in gold pumps catching his eyes, and her hair tousled and curly, thrown over a shoulder. Tonight was already worth it.
"Ready?" She asked, not meeting his eyes.
"You have no idea." He winked.
Letting her mom know they won't be home till later, Khushi walked ahead of Arnav and nearly knocked him out of breath. If her appearance from up front was amazing, the exposed view of her back faltered Arnav. The woman was dressed to kill, and kill she will.
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*A/N: Oh my, I didn't realize it's been so long since I updated. I will post Chapter 10 in the next four days, I promise! I hope you all liked Aman as much as I do;) I'll post a picture of him just so anyone who doesn't like him will like him😆 Also, Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it. -Ann
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