ArHi SS: Static Shocks - COMPLETED p.28 19/6- Page 11

This update is dedicated to the lovely readers who are sticking here, abhi bhi. I will love you all, forever and always. Voh plagiarizer bahut gandi hai, she refused to own up :(

In any case, yeh lo chapter 2 -

Chapter#2: Happy Birthday!

It is a truth universally acknowledged that people are ridiculously hyped up about birthdays. If one were to ask Arnav Singh Raizada what was the most overrated occasion, he'd say it were undoubtedly the occasion of celebrating somebody's birthday. It was a so silly institution to him, he could never understand why on earth would people want to celebrate the day they were growing OLD? Now only if we turned younger every birthday, it'd be a thing worth celebrating.

Of course, birthdays weren't the only source of frustration. The other source of frustration was his ridiculous sister, who had insisted on keeping a million puja's because it was his birthday. He didn't even understand why people were so fanatically obsessed with puja's. The way he saw it, if God needed something from him, he would have to take an appointment.

And so when he walked out of the bathroom, he was not particularly pleased about seeing a chocolate mud cake with the words 'Happy Birthday, my bitch' sitting boldly on his bed.

I think he could hardly be blamed for picking up that cake with its ridiculous ribbons and chuck it at the door.

What he could be blamed for was that he didn't watch where he aimed, and the lovely mud cake, instead of hitting the door, hit poor Khushi Gupta's face, as she was entering his room.

That's right.

Arnav Singh Raizada threw a chocolate cake, right smack on Khushi Gupta's face.

And she had been wearing Chanel.

Oops.

One hand scraping the cake from her face while the other one made rude hand gestures at Arnav.

Arnav, the consummate businessman was trying to figure out a way to make a run for it. And was cut short by ...

"What the f u d g e, you son of a b i s c u i t? What the fudge is wrong with you?! You bloody basket! To think I was planning to wish you on your birthday? Tell you what, you don't even deserve people wishing a nice happy birthday to you!"

"I'm sorry, I was aiming at the dustbin ..."

"You grass-hole! Did you just call my face a bloody dustbin?"

"No no, I was actually ... I mean, they say chocolate icing is GOOD for your skin"

"SHUTUP. To hell with you and your birthday. Arrggghhh, I was wearing chanel. I WASHED my hair today, you swine, you pig, you ass, you donkey, you f**king monkey. To hell with you and to HELL with your stupid dustbin. I AM SO OUT OF HERE"

With that, Khushi stomped out of the door and slammed it shut.

Arnav winced and shouted for Hari Prakash to clean up the mess. Now, he had to convince his sister not to do those puja's, find where Akash was to screw his ass, find Khushi and apologise to her WHILE trying to hid from the media, clearly obsessed about his birthday.