"Hey, kya tum Dil tumse ishq kar baitha ki singer ho?" One of the women, dolled up in an eastman color, asked Pratiksha with a wide smile.
"Haa." The dusky skin girl said meekly.
"Ho kay? Mandar...aye Mandar ikde ye bala." The woman enthusiastically started to call a boy while looking back, and Pratiksha was wondering whom this lady was asking to come with so much excitement in her voice.
(Haa kya? Mandar, aye Mandar, yaha aa beta)
A boy came running to his mother with a bright smile, and Pratiksha noticed that all his teeth were either broken or tinted with tobacco powder. She controlled the feminine urge of telling him to stop eating harmful products, and the woman regarded her mini-son happily.
His hair was set to the left side with a pure smell of jasmine oil lingering in the air, and his shirt had a print of a giraffe and a cheetah.
Bizarre Dressing Style!!
"Yeh dekh teri favorite singer Pratiksha." The woman informed her son with an effervescent smile, and the boy quickly veered at Pratiksha, staring at her like a creepy stalker. She felt weird with his unmoving gaze, and heard him saying - "Tum...tum sas (sach) me platiksa ho?"
"Yes!" Pratiksha warmly smiled at him despite feeling peculiar by his stare.
"O dodh (god) I tant (can't) believe." The guy squeaked in exuberance, and his mother too started to squeal with equal vivacity.
"Mera beta aapka bahut bahut bahut bada fan hai mam...woh din bhar sirf aap hi ke gaaye hue gaane sunta hai aur phir gaata bhi hai." The woman said with a twinkling smile and Pratiksha thinned her lips for a broad beam.
"Thank you so much." The dusky skin girl replied while staring at the duo of happy mother and son.
"Aap bahut asi lagti ho mujhe madam...you aal so beautiful and cute." The boy said gleefully and looked at her with fondness in his orbs.
Pratiksha smiled gently at her admirer and shifted her gaze at Anmol, quietly watching her from a distance with that adorable expression framing his face. She blushed at understanding his silent way to express his love for her, and the boy grabbed her attention by showing her the sketch of a Cartoon on his phone - "Yeh maine aapte (aapke) liye banaya hai madam, taisa (kaisa) hain?"
Pratiksha looked at his cute drawing with an overwhelmed smile and said - "Wow this is so beautiful."
"Thank you, ten (can) I ask you something?" Her fan looked at her intently, and she slightly nodded her head.
He knelt in front of her like a typical bollywood hero and extended his hand with a glittering smile, asking her lovingly - "Bill (will) you melly (marry) me madam?"
Pratiksha widened her eyes in terror, and Anmol too was shocked while staring at his fiance's admirer proposing to her. He wanted to tell this poor lover that he isn't lucky to marry this beautiful girl because she was taken by him -- For Eternity.
"Aww...please mere bete se shadi karlo, bahut pyar karta hai woh tumse, aur main bhi tumhe bade ache se rakhugi...kuch kaam karne ki zarurat nahi hai gharpe. Maine kaamwali rakhi hui hai waise bhi." The woman started to say with a hopeful smile, easily ignoring Pratiksha's growing anxiety.
"Sorry aunty but this isn't possible," Pratiksha said in a low voice.
"Ayeblithing (everything) is possible, please melly me...don't say no madam." The guy looked at her gloomily.
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FanfictionSameer Raut - A person surrounded by the walls of insecurities, and his temper is truly unbearable. He is a bad boy. But no one has ever met a real Sameer concealed inside him, everyone so far has judged him for his discourteous behavior. His yearni...
