ArShi FF :Tu Hi Bata Mere Maula - Page 5

Originally posted by: Addu16

Rofl...sharam nhi ati teko sbke samne majak uda rhi h mera

Thnks... aditi kbse bolne lgi wese tu

majak 😆
chal majak nahi uda rahi me 😳
Line maar rahi thi arnav pe..
haha fir nahi bolti..
Meri Kamini .. ye thik hai na?? 😆

Originally posted by: -BarunKiMeera-

majak 😆
chal majak nahi uda rahi me 😳
Line maar rahi thi arnav pe..
haha fir nahi bolti..
Meri Kamini .. ye thik hai na?? 😆

muje pata h... tu mera majak uda hi nhi skti 😉
lekin ye konsa style h arnav par line marne ka...

ha thik h... jo bolna h tu bol skti h...
tere lie...sb chlega

Chapter - 6

Khushi reach the area where her scooty was parked, she took a look over her scooty which was completely damaged, its head light... tail lights...mirror ...all were broken over the floor, she felt that someone has shattered her heart into million pieces, she caressed Anarkali with her love and affection and carefully picked it up from the ground with the help of few people around her, she was fuming with anger, without waiting for a second she started yelling at the driver of the car.

"Can't you see...? ", angry khushi shouted at the driver of the car.


A man in his mid-twenties stepped out from the car; he was tall around 6 feet, well-built body, his eyes were covered with light brown sunglasses, short hairs but with little beard, dressed-up formally in a suit, he heard her words and clenched his hand in a fist, he was standing in front of her, he too was burning in anger at her words and he was none else then, Arnav Singh Raizada. He tried to control but couldn't bear her reply and has also burst with rage,
"what the...", he greeted his teeth but before he could complete,

"it should be my line okie...", she interjected in between, "see... what the hell have you done to my Anarkali".

"Who?", confused Arnav.

"Huh... To... to my scooty", she pointed her finger in the direction of the scooty.

"You hit it mercilessly... ", she barked and now her finger was in his direction and then she continued herself, "just look at it, it has crumbled into million pieces ... and you are the reason for that ... if you don't know how to drive a car then why does you drive."

"Hey... hold on lady... pull of your horses", clenched his jaw and started moving towards her and yelled at her, "and be in your limit."

All the spectators around them disappear instantly after the roar of the Lion.
Khushi's tongue stuck into her mouth with little fear but still tried to answer him back on his behavior as she was in anger and even more after hearing his words.

"Why should I stop... it was your mistake not mine", screamed she and tried to pull him back but he was such an iron and it was not easy to move him not even an inch ahead, but she tried to continue herself, which was testing his patience.

"You've got everything decorated on a silver platter... not me"

These words of her were enough for him to lose his balance over his endurance and he lost his control over himself,
"Oh! Now I got it."

He arrogantly pulled his wallet out from his pocket and grabbed all the money from it and threw it near her feet to insult her.

"Take it... I guess this much is enough for you...or you need more?"

She narrowed her eyes and with disgustingly collected the bundle of notes from the floor and roughly placed the bundle on his palm,
"in paiso se Sorry bolna sikh lena ... jyada kaam ayega", she advised him gently.

She turned her back on his face, engulfed the scooty and somehow managed to push it towards the garage; meanwhile he too was greeting his teeth and drove off rending the wind.

Khushi' POV


This is a dark full moon night and heavy rainfall is knocking the door of clouds in the form lightening. The moon is looking mesmerizingly beautiful just like a bride and I am sitting here on my favorite place at my home. My room's terrace. The day had passed with mixed of emotions and situations. My Sun has risen with fear, happiness, fun, hunger and... set with hatred, anger, insult and finally disgust.


My heart was searching for peace, after that incidence. I came back to home, because the peace which a person gets at home, that cannot expect even from his own grave. I pulled of my side bag from my shoulder and threw it on my bed, then I quickly ran towards the kitchen where I cooked a mountain of jalebis, while cooking I was eating and talking to myself and cursing that guy, for hitting my vehicle and insulting me too. I gave him a name also. Mr.Laadgovernor. The one who only knows how to hurt others, whether they are vehicle or human-beings. The one who has not worked hard for earning money, and had got everything neatly decorated on a silver platter. He was one of those who are emotionless and heartless person and to whom, only money matters.



Arnav's POV


How dare she, she tried to insult me. The Arnav Singh Raizada. What the hell she thinks of herself, she is nothing, nothing. How dare her cursing me with those words, who the hell have told her that I've got everything decorated on a silver platter. No I didn't had that, I have worked hard for that, how dare she. It was just a matter of a scooty... what does she call it..a aa...yes Anarkali... what a fool she was. No she was the cleverest, who took the advantage of situation by creating the whole drama, and when I showed her real place she just threw a dialogue and left, yes she was a clever. She has tried to hurt me, my ego, with those cheap words, but she had no idea, that no one can hurt Arnav Singh Raizada, not even she. She was the one to whom only money matters.

Khushi's POV


I was cursing him when La called me, I explained her everything in brief and she started laughing, because I got stuck into another problem. She has given me a name, Problem Queen, because knowingly or unknowingly I always stuck in a problem and this was the addition. I pouted for a second and then we both started laughing together and we both share a friendly conversation with each other.


After disconnecting the conversation, I realized that somewhere in my heart, I knew that it was supposed to happen, after that dream...no nightmare in the morning, my heart was bouncing and saying that something new is going to happen today, but ignored him. I'd always heard the words of my heart but not today. This was not something new, as I always stuck in problems, but still there was something new.


But why am I thinking so much. He was just a passenger and we had crossed our path. It's not going to happen again. His chapter has closed, almost forever.

Arnav's POV


She was nothing. Nothing. Not even a dust particle. She cannot affect me, she can never affect The Arnav Singh Raizada. But why am I thing so much. She is not going to meet me again. We have crossed our path, and we cannot come on a same path again, not even in lifetime.

Aditi❤️

awsome i realy loved it...thanx for pm..

Originally posted by: pwenCezz_symrun

<font size="4">"in paiso se Sorry bolna sikh lena ...
jyada kaam ayega"
Wah! wah! wah!
wht an dialog!!
brilliantly written..loved it..
continue soon!!
</font>

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Thnk u

superb