Kitni Mohabbat Hai..❤️
text in bold : Jazz's POV in her dairy
Part four
Sahiba started reading the dairy as soon as Daljeet left for work.
He was damn slow. I urged this ugly Indian to drive quickly. He asked me what gift I was taking for Anne. I said it was none of his business. He suggested we shop something for her and I reluctantly agreed. Anne liked gifts. She was my only Indian friend from childhood. My only reason to smile.
I bought a cheese cake and a cindrella doll for her, oh she loved fairy tales! Ranveer suggested we take some chudiya. I sniggered as he brought the packet to me. I shook him off and we were driving again.
Upon reaching Anne's place, Ranveer offered her the bangles, calling her Indian sister. Anne laughed and asked if he was my friend. I told her he was a bloody servant and asked him to get out. Anne's bday was a private ceremony, she dint invite many, it was just the two of us to be frank. we ate the cake and she laughed when I narrated how Ranveer got my car keys.
"He seems to be a nice guy, " she commented.
"No all Indians are mean! They're all selfish, idiotic and brattish!"
She smiled sadly, "I know how you feel, my father did kill John.. just because he was a brit and I wasn't supposed to marry him. Father was mean Jazz, not all Indian men.. "
I closed my eyes as I recalled that incident. Anne's dad brutally murdered John smashing his head, what angered me more was that my own dad bailed him out. My hatred for Indians grew like a palm tree and I don't think I would regret that.
"Stop it Anne! You won't think of John again.. you ought to move on, for me plzz.. " I requested and she smiled. She asked me to keep smiling, everyone gets hurt.. that's what she told.
Outside the house, I saw Ranveer talking to himself. I cleared my throat and he asked if Anne liked his gift.
I raised a brow, "line maarne ka iraada hai kya? Woh meri friend hai ok? Aur main yahi hoon!"
Ranveer blinked and made a funny face. I told him out of my emotional state that she was married and her hubby was dead.
His face turned serious again, "koi humse door ho jaye zindgi rukti nahi.. hume unke liye khush rehna hoga.. unkeliye jeena hoga, aur aisa jeena hoga ki unko hum pe naaz ho!"
I nodded and got into the car. My phone began to ring. The drug dealer. Ranveer, I mean, my driver asked me where to head next. I disconnected the call and said, "home. "
17 July 12
This guy is intriguing me. He isn't that dumb as he looks, I guess. I dint had my daily dose of drug, my head was spinning. I think that's what will happen if u are addicted to drugs. My driver was cleaning the car, ugh, this Ranveer won't go? I need to get him out of the house!
This morning, we set out again. I need to party with my friends yes! He drove me to the D'lantz pub and even got inside!
A couple of my Brit friends raised alarm as they saw this Indian guy with me. I shrugged and said this petty fellow was my driver. They laughed. I could say Ranveer din't like this.
One of my friends brought me my drug. Ranveer saw it and was opposing him. I slapped him, but he held me back. He lifted me up and got me out. He said I should not take drugs and talk with my friends. I cried, slapped him again and started beating him. He pushed me into the car and I was still screeching, pulling his hair. He stopped the car near a cathedral.
"Jazzbir! Tum bahut bholi ho.. "
I could see his eyes, staring down into mine. His tone was full of concern. I remembered my dad.
"Woh log bahut bure hai! Tumhara phaida uthaana chahte hai.. "
I fumed, saying he was nothing to care for me.
"Main tera kuch nahi lagtaa, par main ek insaan hoon, insaaniyat ka nata hai humre beech.. "
He dropped me home nd said, "tum jaana chahti ho toh jaao.. is galat kaam mein main tumhare saath nahi jaa sakta!"
His words are ringing inside my head. First time, with out a sleeping pill. I dozed off in my bed after writing my dairy.
~ 21st July 12
Dad had sensed something was wrong. He announced this morning that Ranveer would join us as a full time driver. I groaned. What the hell! This guy will dive me nuts, I thought. There's no way talking to dad. I need to force Ranveer to leave.
The beach, a plan was set in my mind. I requested my driver, I mean Ranveer to lemme drive for a while. He gave in and so we were at the beach in no time.
I had arranged a boxer there, asked him to beat Ranveer into pulp. To my surprise, this Indian guy survived.
OMG! He glared at me. His head was bleeding but he dint abuse me or anything. He simply got into the car asking me where to head next. He added that he knew my work here was over.
We went to a coffee shop. My friends weren't there. I couldn't dare to meet them when Ranveer was around. He brought me a cappuchino and I splashed it across his face.
"WHY ARE YOU BEING NICE!? Chaley jao.. mujhe akela choddo!"
He wiped off his face with his hankie, I thanked god that coffee wasn't piping hot.
"Chale jaata main.. agar teri baap ne yeh na kahan hota ki meri beti ka khayal rakh! Taras aati hai mujhe us baap pe.. mujhpe chillana band kar aur ek vaari soch.. tere us baap ke baare mein, jo tereliye jeeta hai!"
He brought me another cup and we had enough for the day. I called off my day.
22nd July
Ranveer brought me to the pub. I was shocked. I dint tell him to drive to this place, but seems he did on his own. Today is mom's death anniversary and I planned to go to gurdwara. But this guy..
He pushed open my door and dragged me out.
"oye mogambo! yeh kya badtameezi hai.. look, maine toh nahi kaha na ki yaha roko, phir kyoun roka?" I yelled.
"Are meri maa, tu toh har din yaha aanekeliye tadap rahi hai na? Le aaya main! Phir kabhi tere maamle mein dakhal nahi doonga main.. bahut sehliya tere nakhre.. " Ranveer was fuming.
"Ithni jaldi haar maangaye?" I asked and he blinked, I smiled.
I went inside to tell my friends off that I wont take drugs. Its my mom's anniv and I decided I would quit my badhabits, live for her just like Ranveer said. This guy is getting into me. Don't get me wrong, I still hate Indians.
I came out after letting out my frustration, my friends were all shocked.
"Dont try to contact me guys. Its over. I won't be clubbing or drinking. I wanna live my life.. better you do that too!"
I was pleased with myself. They were not my true friends, I'm doing this for Anne too, she wanted me to get rid of them. We then went to gurdwara, offered our prayers and were set off.
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Okay guys, finally I updated this. I apologise for da delay. The story has just started progressing and it will be less gloomy from next part...😊
Review plzz... 😳
Next part :
He was different, he was nice to me despite my brattish attitude. He saved me today from my so called friends. I decided to thank him personally and apologise as well. Ballu was there. Ranveer was struggling to remove a stain on a car.
I offered my hand of friendship. He denied but gave in.
We did so many things. London was never so beautiful. May be I'm seeing it as a different person or it might be that I'm liking my new friend.
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