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part 2
BOLD OUTTT
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everything stopped for a moment...
her mouth went right open...
while he went in a state of shock for a min...
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he looked up to meet her eyes...
whiel she looked at him still in shock n mouth open...
both looked at each other eye to eye...
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he stared at her without expressions...
while she gave him a innocent smile..like nothing happened...
she was not sure of his reaction..
fi he vil b angry of her or not...
but she played as if nothing happened...
she smiled at him...
he blinked his eyes..wen he heard d noise of opposite players..screaming in joy...
while his team made baby face at each other...
without paying much attenstion to his team..
he made his way at her...
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she - can u plz tell me about dis address...
she spoke handling him a peice of paper...
he read it - 5 points of blackmailing a boy emotionally...
her eyes widened...
she immediately snatched d paper from his hand saying...
she - m sorry...shayad mene galat paper de diya..
saying so she started searching for right paper...
a boy - abbey..bat to dey..u r out..
he - so not..she came in between..
boy - hmm..kare koi..bhare koi...
saying so d boy gave a high-5 to his frnds...
while he rolled his eyes...
she - excuse me..
she handled him right paper dis time...
he read it n lokked at her again...
she waited for answer...
he - tum mumbai se ho kya...??
she smiled - haan..kyu..
he - kuchh nahi..just wrinkled paper se pata chal raha hai..
she gave him an unwanted smile...
he - n writing..ohh ho..writing se to koi bachha bhi bata dega ke tum mumbai se ho...
she cleared her throat..rolling her eyes..
he - tum log hamesha etni jaldi me kyu rehte ho..ab ye writing dekh lo..kya tum khud bhi
padh sakti ho...aise lag raha hai jaise is bechare paper pe ehsaan kiya tumne kuchh likh
kar...nahi..??
she gave him an evil smile..like she not gone accpt defeat...
she - hold a sec..prob is not in my writing..agar koi prob hai to wo hai naam me..kaise
ajeeb sa naam hai..kaisa ajeeb sa naam hai..khurana house...i mean ye bhi koi naam
huva..khurana...
he was nowhere gonna loose dis fight...
he - no no no..delhi me aise hi naam hote hai..khuranas..sighaniyas..malhotras...
he said all dis wid proudy face...
geet came to know he is not gonna accpt defeat...
she smiled at him saying..
she - nice..ab plz pata bata denge...
he - ofcrose..kitna easy hai..yahan se left lena...fir wahan se right...fir aage chalke
fir right le lena..u vil reach at ur respective place...
she hardly undertood his left right..lolll
she gave him smile..like thnq very much...fir mat milna...
n made her way...
he gave her confused look...like watz wrong wid her...
n den concentrated on his game once again...
he - eyye chal..ball dal..
another - are but u r out..
he - m not..she disturbed me...
another - dis is wrong ya...not fair...
he - no ways..chal ball daal...
all continued wid deir fight
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d rikshaw stopped at sum place..
she payed d rikshaw left..
she sumhow managed to find khurana house...
she looked at d house...
it was quite nice house...small banglow type...
she reached at d door...
but for her badluck..it was locked...
n dere was no1 to ask anything..no watchmen..nothing..
disappointingly she came out of gates..
dere was no crowd...as d area was only having same kind of houses...no
apartments..nothing...
it felt quite nice n lonesum area...
she decided to ask d house next to khurana house...
she pressed bell 2-3 times...
d door banged open...
and a owman wearing navari appeared wid grumpy face..
woman - kya hai madam ji..
she - umm..wo me dar sal..aapke baju wale ghar me..
woman - baju wale ghar me kaam hai to wahan jayiye na..yahan kayko aayi hai..khali fukat
me mera time waste karne..mujhe yahan ka kaam kahatm karke aur 2 ghar me jana hota
hai..pata nahi kahan kahan se aa jate hai...
blabering so d woman banged shut d door on her face...
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she gave a weired look d way all weired peope meeting her since she entered delhi...
she rolled her eyes n left from dere...
she decided to ask in 1 more house...
but wen she reached at d door..
it was again locked wid a paper sticked on d door..." adha litre "
she gave a definitely weired look...
r dese people dat weired...or is it me who is visting delhi for d very 1st time...
she disappointed n quite laughing at d weired people...
stared at her adress paper smirking.." khuranas "
saying so she left from dere as well
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she reached at a shop...
she - umm..call karne ke liye...
sho-keeper - wahan pe phone hai..
he signalled her..
she called...
she - heyy..dishu..sun me...kya..wrong number...ohh..m sorry..
saying so she immediately cut d call...
biting her tongue..she called again..dis time..carefully...
she - hellooo
frnd - hello..
she - disha...??
frnd - haan bol..
she - thnk godd...
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just he reached at d shop wid a frnd of him...
he - kya yaar..is baar..4 ya 5 ball ek sath le lete hai...wondow kiski tutti hai aur ball
hamara jata hai...
boy - kcuhh bhi kar par jaldi kar...
he was about to concentrate on his balls...
wen he saw her speaking..
she(on phone) - arre taar ko der tak designs bana rahi thi..aur cell chanrge karna bhool
gayi(pause)...haan me thik se pohoch gayi hu(pause)..nahi yaar..abhi tak nahi mila..ghar
band hai...mumma ko mat bata(pause)...dekh na..sirf ek naah bolne ke liye me mumbai se
yahan aayi hu aur(pause)..haan me sambhal lungi..yaah bye..
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wen she went to pay for phone...
she saw him talking to his frnd...
he - aye paise dena..mere paas wallet nahi hai abhi...
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shedecided to talk to him..
she - tum yahan kya kar rahe ho...
he - me...football khelne aaya hu...
she - par tum to cricket khel rahe the na..
he rolled his eyes...while his frnd burst into laugh...
she payed for phonecall...
n came out..
while he n his frnd too came out..
he - delhi me nayi nayii..
she - delhi me nayi kaunsi si cheez hai..
he - i mean..tum nayi ho delhi me...
she - haan...
he - adress mil gaya...
she - haan mila na..
he - to fir..wo log nahi mile...
she - mile na..arrogant n rude...deir neighbours shut d door on my face..height of
rudeness..
he - hello..hello...u must hav disturbed dem...agar hum bahot busy ho..aur usi waqt koi
hume disturb kare..to gussa ana is common...
she watched him like how much he can talk...
he - nwz..to ab kya karne ka socha hai...
she - neighbours ka me kyu kuchh karungi..??
he - neighbours ka nahi...ab tum delhi me kya karogi...
she - tumhe usse matlab..??
he - arre..ek to im trying to help u..n u insulting me..wat do u think of me..??
she - tum kitni bate karte ho..thak nahi jate...
he casualy - no ways...made in delhi..(wid proud)
while she rolled her eyes...
she - yahan..paas me..koi coffee shop to hogi na..
he unbelievely - hogi na..???..ofcorse se..unlimited...ek kaam karo..yahan se straight
jana..for right..fir right..fir left..fir...
she - thik hai thik hai..i vil manage...
saying so she started to leave..
but he stopped her..
he - listen..ok we can do 1 thing..umm...haan...aye chhotu(to his frnd)...ek kaam
kar..inhe coffee shop tak chhod kar aa ja..
his frnd felt like killing him on d spot..
while he assured her dat his frnd vil..not to worry
frnd - abbey oyye.chhotya...??..hutt..meri batting hai abhi...tu hi a..aur jaldi
aana...warna meri batting ke liye bachhee jaise jhagda karega..
he made a baby face at his frnd..
n his frnd left in attitude...
she smirked hidingly...
he - iski to me...
she looked at him..
he laughed liked unneccessarily..." ye chhotya bhi na..very funny "
she smiled idiotivally n left...
while he followed...
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she shouting - rikshaw...rikshaw...
but he landed deir wid his bike...
he - me tumhari help karu...
she - kya..??
he - me tumhari help karu..tumhe coffee shop tak chhod du ??
she - r u trying to flirt..??
he unbelievely..is she mad...
he - oyyee hello..flirt..??? impossible...ek gentleman ki tarah me tumhari help kar raha
hu..aur tum...humare sanskar hume is baat ki izazat nahi dete...he kept blabering..
she rolled her eyes...how much he can talk..
while he still kept blabering...
she finally stopped him - ok ok..waise option bura nahi hai..gum jane se to achha hi
hai..
he - right...
she was aboyt to sit..
he - ek kaam karna apni purse me ye mera mob rakhna..gir gaya to..(he handed her his
mobile)
she angrily kept it in her purse..
she - tum helmet use nahi karte...??
he - helmet.??..never..helmet to ladkiyan estemal karti..ladke nahi...(he said
proudly)...
while she accpting defeat..
sat behind him..
holding him tightly...
he - thik se pakdana haan..
she - right..
he started d bike fastly..making her scare..
n both left...
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Edited by Angelic_mishty - 12 years ago
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