Ni main aayi teri liye dekh saj dhaj ke
Thakna ni aaj main taan nach nach ke
Mundeya tu rehna zara bach bach ke
Ni mere thumke taan fire lagaave
Hauli hauli, hauli hauli
Hauli hauli gidhe vich nach patlo ni
Tera lak na maroda khaa jaave
Hauli hauli gidhe vich nach patlo ni
Tera lak na maroda khaa jaave
Hauli hauli gidhe vich nach patlo ni
Tera lak na maroda khaa
Yeah baby!
The song blasted through the speakers, creating a perfect ambience for the party, as even more than 200+ people that had surrounded the living room, couldn't even make half of it full.
She pulled her hair, in beautiful waves, from the back, placing it on her shoulder, revealing a sleeveless blouse, as she walked through the party.
It was only when she turned back, after picking some drinks for herself, from the back, it was revealed to be, ishita. She was enjoying her drink, when she got a message on her phone, 'come now.'. She seemed quite glad ,surprisingly, to see the message, as she secretly left the party, not letting anyone see her.
***
When it came to her sister though, purvi wasn't exactly even close to being even remotely happy.
"No, no, i don't think you understand..." she argued, although she might have taken a different approach for the outfit, from her sister, with a golden saree with heavy decoration.
"News Now, has shown a consistent growth of 20% in the TRP after every quarter...and there's nothing that's gonna stop us from going even higher than this." stated purvi.
"Mrs. khanna, we agree with u, but.." attempted the poor old man she was not just ready to leave, to decline.
"We have a very high share of 9'O clock slot audience...trust me, your ads are better to be placed there.." suggested purvi, when dushyant came along.
"Oh Mr. Paswan, hi." he greeted, as the old man was much more happy to see him.
"Bhai, dekhiye na..pata nahi kaunsi dushmani yeh hamare news channel se nikal rahe hain..." joked purvi.
"Paswan sahab, agar aap hamare saath business kar hi rahe hain...inhe bhi try kijiye..i can assure u, yeh bhi kabhi aapko shikayat ka mauka nahi denge..." stated dushyant, how could the poor man not agree?
***
Ishita had reached the corridor area of the ground floor, where no one was there, she was looking around for the texter she got the message from, only for her to be pulled inside the room on her right. (socho, socho, kaun hai?)
"Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho?" asked ishita in surprise, as he just signalled towards the door locked from inside.
"Arre toh bhi, dushyant aa gaya toh!" exclaimed ishita, as he just looked at her in disbelief.
"Abhi jasmine ne cake bhi nahi kaata hai, bhai usse pehle apni laadli beti ko chodke thodi aayenge..." he remarked, as ishita just turned to the door, her arms crossed.
"Aur woh bhi ghar bhi nahi aahi hai...." stated ishita, as he hugged her from the back.
"Aa jayegi...ab agle hafte pura busy haina hamara baba...abhi thoda time hai toh..." he stated, as ishita was now facing him.
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