Let's join the 𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓯𝓾𝓵 phase of the most adorably perfectly imperfect couple......
A fun filled tale alongwith loads of drama, humour, emotional scenes and of course 𝓫𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓱 ʟᴏᴠᴇ. Now what's the point if we skip the main part, right...
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Those stubborn falls were reluctant to pause even for a moment. They kept running down on my now reddened cheeks making me look even more miserable than already I was.
It's almost been an hour since I stepped inside the bedroom but my much required loneliness also did nothing to calm my ragging heart. The shooting pain was becoming unbearable for me with each passing second. It was just too much to handle.
Me unsebeyhadh mohabbat karti hun par me ammi abbu se bhi bahut pyaar karti hun. Phir dono me se kissi ek ko chunna......... Bhale hi meine apna faisla ammi ko sunna diya hai par iss kambakht dil ka kya karein!? Kaise sambhalungi khudko!? Kaise jiyungi unke bina!? Kaise........ Wait a second. Me bolungi kya unhe!?
And that's when the fucking tubelight situated inside my great grand brain flickered on, stopping my useless rants. Thank goodness. Since when I became so senti!? Zoya get a grip.
After hastily wiping off my tear stained face with the back of my hands I marched towards the body-length mirror to see my bhootni avatar. And just as I had expected.
I face palmed myself to see the disaster I had so artistically with great efficiency have created.
Me to khudko pehchaan nahi pa rahi woh kya khak pehchaanege!! I thought before lightly hitting myself on the head. Dramatic much.
Just when I was about to enter the restroom to adjust my so called huliya my irritating phone began screaming loudly.
Ruko zaraa, sabar karo. I chided the poor non-living device. Don't know why I always do that. Pftt.
The name flashing on my phone's screen made me scrunch my nose in confusion.
Arjun? Now why on earth he's calling?? That too at this hour of time!? I began contemplating until the fourth ring blasted through the seemingly impatient device, forcing some seeds of shrewdness inside my skull to pick that damn call instead of just gawking at it like a dumb and assuming things. Sometimes I can also be a little.....uh.....you know.....never mind.
Gently shaking my head at my own meaningless stupidity I finally did the honours to pick it up, 'Hello? '
'Hello? Zoya? ', he sounded a bit perplexed.
Nahi uska bhoot. I thought to say but then..... Let it be. Next time for sure.
'Phone ghumane se pehle kabhi screen pe naam bhi check kar liya kijiye',but I anyhow ended up with a sassy-lady-witty reply. Aadat se majboor.
'Sorry', came his strangely bashful response, and if I'm not mistaken then I felt a slight tinge of sadness in his voice too.
Sorry? SORRY!!? Did I misheard!? Cause that wasn't The great Arjun Ahuja's snappy comeback! What's wrong with him!? Did I miss something!?
