Sumedh took her from Basant and took her in his arms.
Sumedh:
Ab main tumhe mera room dikhata hu..
He took her in his room. As soon as he opened his room a beer bottle came rolling under his leg. The room was dirty, bottles and cigarettes everywhere.
Kriti:
Aap daru bhi peete ho!! Aur cigarette bhi!!
Sumedh:
K...Kriti beta. Ek min ruko haa.
He kept Kriti outside his room closed the room door and cleaned the room.
Sumedh:
Ab dekho! Ye hai meri room.
Kriti:
Ab acchi lag rahi hai! Par aap daru peete ho!?? Kyunn??? Ye sab bad manner hote hai!!
Sumedh:
Krii...kritiii ye sab mera nahi tha...ye sab..ye sab Basant ka tha!! Woh hi pada reheta hai mere room mein.
Basant:
Kyaaa!! Mera!!??
Monica:
Haa din raat nashe mein dhoot rahete hai ye!
Basant:
Kya ? Main toh peeta hi nahi hu!!
Sumedh:
Aur dekho! Aise jhoot bhi bolte hai!
Monica:
Kal raat toh kehe rahe the ki ye ek ladki hai!!
Basant:
Aree chup karo yarr!
Kriti:
Chachu, Mumma ne sikhaya hai ki jhoot bolna buri baat hai.
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Khwabfaroshi.
Fanfiction2 totally opposite people Sumedh and Mallika are forced into a marriage. Will the aggression of the guy and peaceful girl's heart collide just as there fates did.
