Shadi ki masti – humare liye kuch pal
Knitting her eyebrows, Maanvi looked closely at the Mandap, especially eyeing Virat who wasn't moving even an inch – and that for quite a while. And the idiot covered her target! On purpose, she was sure of that. While she mused how to get her target, nonetheless, yet another laddoo vanished between her lips. Something, she had to do. Think, think, think...
"Di?" Dabbu, who had been watching her the whole time, said, irritated.
"Hm?" Disturbing, Dabbu was disturbing.
"Laddoo kana chodo!" he whined, pouting slightly. "Waise bhi, aab sirf mooti ho jaogi. Aur ye mere laddoo hain!"
"Hain nahi, the." Maanvi muttered, rolling her eyes. "Ab chup, be! Muje soochne de." And she got an idea. Good one. Half turning to Dabbu, Maanvi grinned sheepishly at him – let the fight begin.
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"Chep!"
Grinning to himself, Virat turned around to face Maanvi, who was approaching him her hands folded on her back, an innocent look plastered on her feature. Well, that definitely meant, the girl was up to something. A lioness didn't get tamed just because she showed everyone her most innocent smile.
"Meine tumhe kaha kaha nahi dhoonda, aur tum ho yaha!" she complained.
"Really?" Virat smiled at her. "Meri itni yaad aarahi thi?" he teased her, though only the slight glint in her eyes told him that she was annoyed at this. Her expression didn't change.
"Shahid. Is puri dunya mein ek tumhi ho, jis ki muje aaj yaad aasakti hai." Maanvi winked at him, coming even closer.
Virat raised on of his eyebrows, eyeing Maanvi a bit suspicious. What was wrong with the girl? He had to be alert. "Acha? Kyun?"
Just in that moment, someone pushed him rudely at the shoulder, catching his attention. Somehow, Virat had the impression that Maanvi tensed, when he looked at the person, but that also might have been his mere imagination.
"S-sorry." A woman in a green Sari apologised, covering her face with her Dupatta.
Virat didn't know why, but he could have sworn that he had seen this woman somewhere. But where? "Oh, koi baat nahi, auntyji."
He frowned when the woman started to search, she bent down and looked here and there. "Uhm, aap kuch dhoond rahi hai?"
"W-wo, h-ha." she stuttered, though God knew why. "M-meri ring yaha kahi k-kogayi. Kab se dhoondne ke koshish kar rahi hoon."
"To hum aapki madat kar lete hai." Maanvi suggested, looking at Virat in such a way which didn't allow any objections. Well, not that he had, any.
Therefore, he left his spot (he had been standing there since Bhaiya and Bhabi were sitting in the Mandap) and helped the old woman to search for her ring. He took on side of the Mandap, Maanvi the other and the woman stayed at the front. Though, during the whole time there was a nagging feeling present in his chest, but he couldn't sort it. Yet, something was surely bothering him – something seemed really wrong with this situation.
Maanvi firstly coming to him, being all that nice and kind of flirting with him, then this woman appearing and searching for her ring – at the Mandap. Wait, woman?
Virat whirled around, his eyes automatically fixing on the place, where his brothers shoes had been laying. It was empty. No shoes. No Maanvi. No old woman. What the hell!?
Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught something green and turned towards it. The woman was walking away, slowly, and close behind her the Bhandriya too was leaving.
"Wait!"
Shit! Maanvi stood like frozen on her spot, flinching at Virat's shouting. She knew, they had to be faster – now the stupid Chep had caught them. Her heart had been beating uncontrollably during the whole procedure, okay, it started pounding when Virat was pushed. That, really, was mere stupidity.
The "woman" in front of was frozen, too, though just for few seconds, before "she" let her Dupatta down and threw it away. "Maanvi-di, bhaago!" She just caught Dabbu's hair flying from side to side, before Dabbu vanished between the crowd – she didn't know he could run that fast.
Mujhe bhi bhaagna chaihye, she thought and followed Dabbu – Virat close behind. Pehle is Chep se peecha chodana bade ga.
Virat ignored the funny looks everyone gave him while he ran after those two. Crap, how could he have fallen for this idiotic trap? Really, this wasn't even a good idea from Maanvi – Dabbu always played females for her – and he stupid even fell for it! Thereby he had been defending the shoes for such a long time! No, this wasn't only about his brothers shoes, this was a personal challenge, now.
Maanvi came to an halt after what seemed an eternity. She breathed heavily, yet looked around for any sign of Chep being near. Wow, that was easier than thought. Firstly, getting the shoes and secondly, escaping. Lagta hai ke meine Ullu ko overestimate kiya hai.
Smiling amused, Maanvi wanted to walk down the corridor – and was pulled to the left, just seconds after this, and found herself being pushed against the wall. Instinctively, she cried out – well, at least she wanted to, but a hand placed on her mouth was disturbing. As soon as she realised who exactly this was, Maanvi knitted her eyebrows, glaring daggers at a smiling Virat.
"Now, mein tumhe chodoonga, agar tum chup rahogi." he announced, sheepishly.
Annoyed, Maanvi bit into his hand – Virat pulled it away, hissing painfully. "Khush?" she asked innocently. "Ab mein jaoon?" She didn't await an answer and turned to the side to leave, though, was held back by Virat's arm - his hand was laying against the wall just few inches away from her head. Maanvi sighed quietly, that would have been way too easy, she guessed.
"Kaha bhaagi ja rahi ho? Mujse koi dar hai?" he said in a mocking town, his eyes gleaming with something she couldn't name.
"Dar? Aur tumse?" Maanvi snorted. "Kabhi sher ullu se dara?"
"To mein tumse kab darda hoon?" he continued teasing her, liking this new situation very much. "To ab yeh ullu khud ba khud boole ga, ya mujhe boolwana bade ga?"
"Accha? To kaise boolwaoge?" Maanvi asked, tauntingly, though she tried to back away, furthermore, and looked to the side, not liking this closeness much. "Koshish karlo, Chep."
"Are." Virat chuckled amused and the next moment she felt his him grabbing her chin with his thump and forefinger, making Maanvi to look straight at him. "Baat karti ho, to meri haur dekh to lo."
"Dekho, mein kuch nahi boolne wali." she explained, trying to stay calm. "Yaha apna time barbad kar rahe ho."
"Chalo, koi baat nahi." Virat countered, smiling. "Izzit bacchane ke liye, toda time waste bhi karlete hai."
"Chep-" Maanvi was cut off by her own coughing – simultaneously, her head started to pound. Not now, she thought frustrated, her coughing getting worse with each passing second.
Virat looked puzzled at Maanvi when she started to cough uncontrollably, though his mind didn't work until Maanvi kind of lost her balance and fell literally into his arms. Startled, he held her at both her arms, now feeling the unnatural warmth of her even more – he didn't notice before. And her coughing didn't stop, either. Alerted, Virat got into his knees, pushing Maanvi with him so that they were sitting on the floor, Maanvi leaning against the wall.
"Ek minute." he said shortly, before standing up and running to find some water. The blood rushed way too fast in his veins, his heart beating too loudly. When Maanvi was falling forwards, his heart had even seemed to stop for a moment. He had to be quick – Maanvi's health condition was really bad.
A few minuted later, Virat appeared back with a glass of water, just to find Maanvi sitting there with her head laying into her hands. He had a bad feeling. He knelt in front of her, making Maanvi look up – she was totally pale and her eyes watery. "Ye lo." he didn't give her any time to protest, laying the glass at her lips – and Maanvi drank, slowly. After this, she wiped over her mouth and breathed once deeply.
"Tumhe fever hai." Virat said, eyeing her carefully.
"Are, goli maro fever ko." Maanvi hissed hoarsely, her throat hurts like hell. "Aj ke din sambhal loongi."
"You sure?" Somehow, he felt uncomfortable with this statement. Okay, he could understand her when she didn't want to trouble anyone, today, but still she shouldn't be that careless about her health.
"Tumhe meri jinta kab ki hone lagi?" Maanvi taunted him, getting back to her normal, sheepish attitude. "Abhi kaise bhaage, meri liye paani lane ke liye."
"Simple thank you nahi bool sakti?" Virat replied, rolling his eyes.
"Boolongi, later." Maanvi answered, getting up while supporting herself at Virat's shoulder. "Waise ek baat boloo? Agar mein ullu hoon na" she let got of him, moving a bit away. "to aaj ullu sher se jeeta." In the next heart-beat, Maanvi disappeared, leaving a stunned Virat behind. "Aur thank you – mujhe jeetane ke liye, Chep!"
Virat shook his head, smiling slightly, before he followed her.
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