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meera: hey tujhe pata hai ek naya FF start hua ha
Dishu: update hoga kya?
Meera: nahin lagta to nahin
Dishu: Aisa kyun?
Meera; Kyunki woh apna koi FF update nahin karti.
Dishu: ek idea hai, chal usse bribe karte hain.
Meera: kaise?
Dishu: uske liye ek badhiya sa Birthday Thread banake
Meera: haila, uska Birthday hai, kab, kab?
Dishu: arre 23rd July ko
Meera: to hum ab tak kya kar rahin, chal chal kuch special karte hain, kuch siggies vaghera banate ya banvaate hain
Dishu: teri tarah tupelight nahin hun, pehle hi request daal di hai siggies ki
Meera: to ab main kya karun?
Dishu: Tu sabko PMs bhejke bata na
Meera: Kya bataun?
Dishu: yahi ki 23rd July will be remebered in the history of IF as the birthday of the craziest and laziest girl of IF who believes in speaking first and thinking later. who always stands by her friends and fiercly bashes anyone who dares to mess with her friends. Who would always be remembered as her biggest fan by a certain not to be mentioned celebrity. who loves to create numerous new threads for her numerous wonderful story ideas, but thern forgets all about them while foolish people like us become hopeful that maybe she will write something. So, they better come and wish her on her birthday in a grand style
Meera: OK, AND i WILL MAKE THE The thread like last time.
Disha-Meera ki bachi!!Its my turn now.I won't let you win again...
Meera-How dare you disha!!last time also it was me who won,this time also i will...(runs her Maverick at dishu but she quickly dodges it)
Disha-ne ne nene ne ne(takes out a granite but meera understanding her move threw smoke granite)
The war continued for two days at last, dishu smartly made her move and "ARAKSHAN!!!!!!!!!she shouted.
"Despo!!!this is cheating!!!"meera cried ,"you had to fight,but you cheated,pehle se dabba reserve karna was not allowed'' then threw her maverick on dishu's head but dishu hid behind her dabba.
"HAWW!girls the fight is over!damn abhi toh maine biryani bhi khatam nahi ki" a voice stated sounding sad.
Confused disha looked over to find a chirpy syria sitting on the roof top with a plate full of biryani on her hand , "what the hell is she doing here?''she asked.
A tired meera opened the secret " controlling the war hehe.."
But disha was unable to speak anything with her dropped jaw so meera continued.
"Despo,I never wanted the fist dabba!She wanted me to have a war,so that this day is wrote in history" she yawned.
disha-"what the..."
Meera-(taking opportunity, pushes her aside)Hey peeps!!!!!Me the host of the party wel...(but before she could say she was pushed on the floor by dishu who was burning with rage and points at syria)
Syria-(jumps from the roof to balcony n rolls her eyes)despo,pehle apni bullpup ka dhakan khol k dekh sara pani leak ho ke nikal gaya...
And hearing the despo for the third time disha jumps on her and syria runs to save her life.
And our opportunist meera starts her dialog again with a big grin "on the birthday of a our devilish angel, me!..."
disha(jumps on her shoulder)And me!!
Syria-And mee!!!!(jumps on both)
Trio-Welcomes you!!!!!!!!!
**curtains down**
A grining syria pops her head out -
**And gift mat bhoolna**
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