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PART 2 :
Hi…here is the part 2. Hope you all like this too…
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My fake fiance said "I love you". This confused me even more. My life is like a "woven silver shield" in coaxial cable, where you can't easily find starting and ending. I introduced him as my fiance just to escape from that Ishik. But now I stuck here in my lies. All these men are making me crazy. Finally I managed to escape from that weird world and reached home, where I can expect a little bit of peace.
"God…. You did a huge mistake by creating men. You just wasted all your creativity on those creatures but they are not worth it" I was frustrated and as usual god will be the victim here. I share a special relationship with God. Sometimes my friend and sometimes my victim. So I opened my complaint box but stopped in my tracks with a sudden pat on my shoulder.
"Seems like god is having a bad day" I was happy to see my mother beside me but she concerned about god, not me.
"Mom….. I AM having a bad day and I would really appreciate if you share some of your concerns to me" I replied with a pout.
"Really. Let me guess. Again your Aashiq chased you. Am I correct?" she asked me. I noticed that she was trying to suppress her laugh. Everyone is making fun of me because of this man.
"Ha. In the process of escaping , I introduced some other person as my fianc" I hesitated to tell but she is one of the most important person in my life or I would say only important in my life. So I had to tell her.
"And your fake fiance is also in love with you. Right" she finished and I was looking at her with a surprised expression. How did she know. She knows everything about me. Sometimes I feel like my moms satellite is following me everywhere. She is one of the masterpieces made by god. Isn't she? I didn't want to be surprised and simply replied "All the men are same. Idiots".
"Tell me about him. How was he looking?" she asked with enthusiasm which was a bit weird.
"Mmm…. Charming and classy" I replied with "what's so great about him" look.
"And… is he hot?" she asked and I almost passed out for a second. I am dealing with the most weird people in the world. I deserve a special award. I wanted to hide my face somewhere.
"Mama… you should not ask stuff like that. You know what you are acting like a typical teenager" I said and rolled my eyes.
"I had to. Because my 25 year daughter acting like 75 years old nanny" I know she was trying to make me feel better. She is the most loving mother in the world. I wanted to make her happy but what she wants is out of my reach.
"I hate men and you know that. Then what's the point in arguing?" I again reminded her. She would definitely feel bad for this but I couldn't help it.
"Manvi…. Stop dwelling your past. You have to choose love over hate, then you will have a reason to smile" she continued her philosophy class. I am used to it now.
"Mom…. I already did. I have chosen your love over hate. I am off to bed now. Good night" I volunteered to end the discussion and rushed to my room. This was one of the daily discussion in my home book. I quickly changed my clothes to go to bed, finally saying Alvida to most horrible day. Tomorrow might bring some colors in my black and white life. "Hope" is the wheel to run this world.
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I believe this quote except for love. I love the feeling of being fresh in the morning. I stretched my arms to welcome the bright sun and cool breeze touched my cheeks acknowledging their presence in my room. I got up from the bed and went outside only to witness empty house. How could I forget. Mom would be in the Mandir, asking God to make me fall in love. Her life ambition. The fact is no one can change my mind including god. Mom and I are completely different from each other. She believes in "Rab ne banadi Jodi" and I believe in "Don't marry, be happy". I lazily sat on the couch and looked at the clock. Then I noticed the running time. I hurried to the room to fresh up. I forgot to tell you. I work in an advertising agency as creative head. That is another weird world. I quickly got dressed and opened my room door.
There he is, the last person whom I wanted to see in the whole world. My fake fianc. What is he doing here?
"What you are doing in my house? How did you enter?" I asked him with "I am not interested in you" look. But he wasn't taking any of that. He pushed me inside and closed the door. I was in a state of shock to recognize any of his action.
"I came to see my laberry" he replied with a smirk. He was inspecting my room with an amused expression, murmuring something which I couldn't hear.
"Laberry…. Who is that?" I asked him and noticed his raising eyebrows and same smirk. I hate his smirk.
"You are really dumb. Who else is here? Of course. You are my laberry" he said and settled on my bed.
"I am not laberry" I stated and started walking out of the room. But he caught my hand and got up from the bed.
"Your parents named you as manvi and I named you as laberry. I know this pretty name doesn't suit your rude personality. But don't worry. I will make you the deserving person" what did he say? Did he say I am rude. I wanted to scream and say "get out of my house you demon". But he didn't give me a chance to say.
"It's a combination of lavender and strawberry. You know you smell like a mixture of both" he said and suddenly held my waist with one hand and his other hand is on my hair. He came close to me until my face touched his chest, slightly tilted his neck, hid his face in my hair and inhaling… wait what is he doing.
"Hey. Step back and stay away from me idiot" I said and tried to get rid of his grip. But he was stronger than me.
"I can't. Your intoxicating fragrance is making me rigid" he replied still managed same rhythmic breaths.
"But I can" I replied and used all my strength to push him back. I succeeded in my attempt.
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Be happy.
Lina.
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
