'there's something you should know.' Said dushyant with a dead serious look that made ishita panick.
'is something wrong?' asked ishita worried.
'ishita, mere past ke baarein mein kuch hai, and i'm extremely guilty of it...but tumhe yeh baatana zaroori hai..' dushyant paused as he took a deep breath,
'i think i'm falling in love with you, and mujhe dar hai ki main tumhe hurt na kardo because agar tumhe bhi maine hurt kardiya toh idk, if i would be able to live with that...'
'dushyant, aisa kya hua tha tumhare saath?'
'ishita main aaj joh insaan hoon woh main pehle nahi tha. Mere parents ka actually divorce ho gaya tha jab main 15 saal ka tha, ghar mein bahaut ladaiyaan hoti thi...kriti aur mujh par bura asar na pade toh humein nani ke ghar bhej diya tha mom ne. Kriti toh nani se bahaut ache ghul-mil gayi thi, infact dost bhi bana liye the usne, but i had a bad temper, akela rehta tha, kaafi disturbed tha. Phir mujhe ek din Elena mili...'
Flashback:
dushyant was helping his grandmother with holding bags as she brought vegetables because kriti was out with her friends.
'arre kya bhaiya, itni sabji le rahi hoon, dhaniya mirchi kaise free nahi hogi, huh?' bargained dushyant's nani.
suddenly, they were greeted by another old lady, accompanied by the angelically beautiful Elena.
'arre kusum, kya baat hai, tang kar raha hai yeh tujhe?'
'arre aur nahi toh kya, ab dhaniya mirchi ke liye kyun dun main paise?'
'kya be, tune mandi ke naam pe loot machaiye hai!'
but the extremely annoyed dushyant, about to spur out something filthy from his mouth, stopped as he was mesmerised by elena's beauty, she felt uneasy with his stare as she looked away and dushyant realised he's making her feel extremely weird, so he stopped and just waved at her with a friendly smile, he found so hard to muster. His angel too waved back with a smile that on her innocent face, making it too hard for dushyant to not fall head over heels for her.
'arre namaqool kahan dhyaan hai tera, chal!' yelled his nani as he landed back to reality, where Elena was trying not to laugh at him as he was uber-embarrassed.
'arre tera naati hai yeh? Shukar hai aapse aakhir kaar mulaqaat ho gayi, ab kriti toh Elena ki sahili hi ban gayi milte hi.'
'haan ab dono hain itni pyaar bachiyaan, iska toh ab main kya hi bataon...' remarked his nani scornfully, as his rage for her was on another level.
'arre beta kya hi kardiya hai tumne huh?'
'kuch nahi, ab bas sabki apni-apni pasand hoti hai, ab meri yeh nahi hai inki mai nahi hoon, kyun nani.' Dushyant commented with exaggerated politeness.
'khaash baat na pasand tak hi khatam ho jaati..' she too reverted back with a smile.
'arre waise kriti bade dinon se aayi nahi, ab Elena toh ghar se bahar nikalti nahi hai aise...'
'arre aise kaise, baat karne do mujhe usse.'
'nani, humein der ho rahi hai..' whispered Elena.
'haan haan, acha main chalti hoon...'
'thik hai bhaye-bhaye!'
'bye hota hai...bolna sekhlo pehle!'
'tereko mujhe sunnane ke alaawa bhi kuch dhundna chahiye hai karne ko..'
'aap apni advice khudh kyun nahi le leti ho?' dushyant remarked as he made sure that kriti was going to meet Elena, as he would make sure that they see each other again.
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