Friends,
I'm back to bug u all with a new SS .( zyada torture nahi 😉)
This story is on special demand by my swee birdie Aisha Vashishth as a gift to her little princess Sashaa Vashishth from both of us.
Love u Sashaa 😊
The title of the story : "Chahoon Mai Ya Na"
So without wasting time... here is the prologue:
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"Par papa apne uski baat maan kaise li"... "lekin"... "haan mai janti hoon" ... "fir bhi" ... "kya Delhi mein koi college nahi hain?"... "par aap hi bataiye mai akeli kaise handle karungi?"... "no no"... "papa please"... "aur Maa?" ... "achchha theek hai"... "waise se bhi ab koi option nahi hai" ... "humein uski baat maan-ni hi paegi" ... "OK" ... "bye"
By the end of the call with her father she had given up all the hopes. She threw her phone on the bed, went near the window and took a deep breath. He came from behind and hugged her and she smiled.
Him: "Kya hua jaan? aisi kya baat huyi sasur ji se jisne tumhe itna pareshan kar diya?"
Her: "Aapki laadli saali... humari princess... Mumbai aa rahi hai"
Him: "To aane do... ismein problem kya hai?"
Her:"Wo yaha ZIMA mein admission lena chahti hai ... 3 year Crime journalism graduation course mein"
Him: "KYA???" His eyes almost popped out and he parted from her and turned her to make her face him.
Her:"Hmmm... wo kisi ki baat sun-na nahi chahti... kuch bolne jao to jo cheez haath mein aati hai wo fek ke maarti hai ... is baar to papa bhi darr gaye hain"
Him: "Hmmm... koi baat nahi ... handle kar lenge ... wo tumhari chhoti behen hai aur mai tumhare ghar ka hone wala bada daamad... to wo meri bhi responsibilty huyi...hum milke ye responsibility uthayenge ... OK?... now cheer up ..."
They smile and hug each other.
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Edited by bgargate - 11 years ago