Meeting Your Ex!

One Night With Your Ex?

This is collection of stories where two ex-lovers meet in the most unexpected situation! The names of characters are inspired from Biggboss contests Siddharth and Shehnaaz. But the stories are fictional and have no connection with reality. Any same situation is completely coincidence. This may be counted as a Fanfiction but again a fair reminder, the name of the book itself is "Meeting Your Ex!". I am experimenting with this book so it might have various endings. Also, the views put forth in this book are mine. Feel free to disagree.

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Before you panic and say "aise kaise ex bhai?" "Tera muh tod ke haat mein dungi" "How can you even think like this?" "Sharam nahi aati unke baare mein aise sochte hue?" "Besharam ladki!" PEOPLE TRUST ME!!! RELAX KARO CHILL MARO! MAIN HOON NA! People who have trust issues....well....idk?!?!? Just Read!

Ignore mistakes if any and ignore it if you don't like it, simple!

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"Haa yaar Mrunaaaaallll... Pohoch hi rahi hu..." She shouted on the phone and glared at the car driver who honked loudly as she was speaking.

"Bhaiyya yaar!!!! Bailgadi chalalo isse accha...Meri best friend mujhe maar dalegi! Aise hi chalate rahoge to kal direct uske engagement ke waqt pohochungi main waha! Jaldi karo na bhaiyya please!" She told the Rikshaw wale bhaiyya who was as slow as bunty's saboon.

"Ek kaam kare? Aap piche baitho main hi chala leti hu... Paise bhi nahi lungi...Kassam lage!" She exclaimed in sheer annoyance.

"Madam itna hi hai to aap dusra auto lelo... Hum aise hi chalenge. Aise fukat mein mera dimaag mat khao." Bhaiyya said in the typical Mumbai wala auto driver style. Al the problems on one side and dealing with rikshaw-wale bhaiyyaon other side.

Shehnaaz rolled her eyes and got down from the rickshaw. Paying the fare, she walked to the bus stand and waited there for a while. "Kismat hi kharab hai!" She groaned in frustration as the clock mocked her by showing the time.

She decided to just walk to the nearest auto stand. A cold wind gushed through and she rubbed her arm. The night sky was disturbed with light pollution happening in the city these day. Neither were the stars visible nor the Cresent moon. As she walked on the footpath, a very strong puff of smoke hit in the aire and she scrunched her nose in disgust. People need to stop burning the leaves at the end of the park. She dogged the footballs that came in her way and continued walking down the busy streets of Mumbai. Her eyes fell on the auto stand which fortunately had autos empty. Just when she was about to cross the service road a bike pulled up and stopped her.

She looked at the biker totally confused and then realized who it was. Ignoring him, she started walking. The bike followed her. Irritated she turned around and stomped her foot.

"Kya chahiye yaar ab tujhe?" She asked completely annoyed.

"Hadd hoti hai Shehnaaz! Mujhe laga tujhe help chahiye... After all, Kushal ki bhi engagement hai kal aur main bhi wahi ja raha hun." He said removing his helmet. Shehnaaz rolled her eyes but not before taking good time to look at his perfectly chiseled, handsome face.

"Kya help karega tu Siddharth?" Shehnaaz asked raising her eyebrow. Siddharth smiled as soon as he heard 'Siddharth' from her mouth.

"Venue pe ek saath chale? Bike?" He said indicating towards the bike. "Aur vaise bhi tujhe pata hai na? Raat mein ek akeli ladki khuli tijori ki tarah hoti hai!" Siddharth exasperated.