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What an amazing episode nish......👏
Lovely 💞 my words r not enough to praise u girl .... Speechless
What an amazing episode nish......👏
Lovely 💞 my words r not enough to praise u girl .... Speechless
Nish amazing update❤️
Vir ka ek naya naam - muchchad
Writer ban jao show ki aur achche achche aese scene dena humko
This content was originally posted by: Ziva01It's lovely❤️ ....beautifully penned down 👏
THank you ziva😃
Loved their usual nok-jhok and the caring Vir ❤️
That's their usp
Thks dear for this beautiful updt 🤗
This content was originally posted by: Srilata.MineilMujhe yeh scene chahiye hi chahiye yaar show me... Koi batao creatives ko.... This so lovely nish.... 👏
Thanks sri. Inn dono ke beech yahi sab acha lagta hai😆- calling each other names, teasing and fighting.
This content was originally posted by: NezukoNish strikes again
Nish nhi rafale ho gyi hu jese😆
This is too much sweetness, my heart can't take this any more🤧🤧🤧
❤️and i cant handle the cuteness of your gif.
Mucchadd🤣🤣🤣 yahi nam rakho ek dusre ka
Mujhe bhi ek alag naam dena tha😆
Nish you👏👏
Thank you❤️
This content was originally posted by: denixWhat an amazing episode nish......👏
Lovely 💞 my words r not enough to praise u girl .... Speechless
THank you so much denix😃
Awesome update n purvi making tea for n virendar came there n seeing her lost in her thought n he scold her for working in kitchen n not taking rest n he warned servant n told them that purvi will not do any work alone n he told her to have tea which he is having sugar free n purvi didn't like tea n she making faces while having tea n he smiles seeing n love their cute nok jhok n virendar taking care of her n please pm me to whenever you update.
This content was originally posted by: Manisha_IFNish amazing update❤️
thank you❤️
Vir ka ek naya naam - muchchad
Mujhe toh bda hi acha lga😆
Writer ban jao show ki aur achche achche aese scene dena humko
😆definitely bas bula le mujhe.
Part 4 - Ajnabee Ehsaas
He twisted and turned in his place, his weary eyes finally snapping open, growling at the sleep evading him by a hair’s breadth.
Throwing off the blanket, Virender sat up, visible lines of frustration creasing his brows. He had been on a tour of his mills in Haryana and it had taken him an entirety of 6 days for that, taking into consideration the 6 nights he had refused to sleep. And now sleep was refusing him! Marvelous!
Turning his head, he stared at the empty place beside him where she should have been sleeping. But she was not!
Virender found his patience slipping. Either it was sleep deprivation working full force or his dashed hopes on not seeing her face the first thing he entered in his room, correction-their room. Not that he was looking forward to her senseless babbling or the endearing smile. Definitely not.
Up to his feet in no time, Virender soon found himself navigating the hallway, his feet taking him places his heart approved of but his head rejected.
Finally in front of a door, Virender raised his fist to knock but then paused unsure, a stinging sensation surfacing. He tried to shrug it off and knocked only to see the door sway in. He stepped inside, confused now, for the room was empty. Disappointed he turned to leave, when his ears detected distant voices of chatter, and so he followed after it, soon stepping into the attached rooftop area.
He cursed the instant cold blows of air that whizzed past him, he should have bought a shawl. He was super sensitive to cold, and if he was to catch it now, an entire month will be laid to waste courtesy of his stuffy nose.
“Na! Ise toh kaam karna bhari ho javega. Ib pehle jakar shawl le aata hu”, murmuring to himself, Virender decided to leave when low strumming of guitar caught his attention and with curiosity taking over his cold-phobia, he turned around the wall to see a group of 5 cozying around the fire, binging on muflis.
That set up looked very tempting and for a split second,Virender Pratap Singh allowed himself to chase it. The spell broke however,when he saw who was strumming the guitar.
It was her. He smiled, finally feeling at ease. Such a noob she was, he thought as her eyes alternated between picking and pressing down the strings. That was spell bounding, but when he saw another lean in and hold down her fingers, did Virender’s steps come to halt.
Vaibhav and Purvi smiled at each other and his heart….his heart dropped. As if it fell off a cliff.
Vaibhav soon pulled back and chuckled along with others as Purvi tried to play guitar. She laughed along too. It was fun being with people her age, especially such charming and level headed people. Mukhi ji had truly blessed her with an amazing family. She smiled again, a bit sadly this time,wondering for how long she’ll have to go without seeing her mucchad singh. It was funny how she missed his continuous chants of baawri. Oh, how she missed him! If only this treacherous heart would listen!
Why?
Virender turned his face away, frustrated. Why…Why with was he so troubled? Why did her smiled sting when they came out in another’s company? Just why was he so…..peeved with Vaibhav?! Why?!
Mukhi tried to calm his fluctuating emotions, but in vain.It all came back to him, her reaction the first time she had seen Vaibhav.
Flashback
“Ye!” Purvi blinked and rubbed her eyes again, disbelief swimming in them.
“Ke hua?” Virender asked as he smiled seeing Vaibhav hug Prakashi
But Purvi didn’t respond and simply retreated to her room in haste. And he followed after her, to chide her about leaving in the middle.
But his lecture died halfway down his throat, when he saw her open her drawer and take out a photo-Vaibhav’s photo.
“Yo tere pas kahan se aaya?!” Virender asked, stepping inside the room, taking the photo from her hands.
He looked at the photo. It was taken 4 years back when Vaibhav had left for higher studies to London.
“Ye…humein inhi ka photo dikhaya gaya tha. Humein laga tha ki hamari shaadi inse hogi”
Virender hadn’t paid it much attention that day but now he could recall the look Purvi had. She had woven her dreams around that man in the picture. It had been Vaibhav, who she had imagined for days as her partner,with whom she had speculated a new life. True, she had not known Vaibhav but her heart had somewhere dreamed of him. And this realization pained Virender. He had outright denied her his name, and he had the audacity to feel miserable about the fact that another name had made its way into her life before.
He was truly pathetic for he wanted her to be his even if he couldn’t be hers. He was the absolute worst.
“Ib yahin sone ka irada hai?”
Her eyes fluttered open at his voice. The warm atmosphere and the starry sky had lulled her to sleep in the midst of conversation, and her head had almost dropped on Vaibhav’s shoulder when Virender caught it.
“Aap aa gaye” She smiled dreamily, and Virender resisted the urge to caress her face. Truly a horrible man!
“Na mera bhoot aaya hai!” He replied smartly making her furrow her brows.
“Ik tu baawri, upar se neend main behki behki baatein”.
Purvi decided to retort then but was silenced when he placed a finger on her lips and nodded in negative, with a smile.
Purvi blinked, and blinked again. The krur singh smiled! Did she by chance, drop dead in her sleep?! No, he did smile on occasions but this smile was different. He almost looked enamored!
Nope. Na. Nahin. Never. Don’t hallucinate, Purvi. Don’t!
“Chalein?” He asked, his lips still lifted in a smile and Purvi nodded, enchanted-all warnings lost on her.
His hands now slipping to her shoulders, up they got…their gazes transfixed and they walked away from the bonfire.
Virender tried not to think what his fancy with Purvi entailed but he knew for sure, he wanted her to be his. Period.
Honestly I don't know how it came to this. But it did😆 Hope you'll have a fun time reading. Till next time!
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