Happy Valentine's Day, my girlies!!! And even though I don't have a valentine :( I shall endeavor to get our HS and KM one ;)
"Aaj dhanvarsha hogi mujh par", Suraj proclaimed, biscuit in mouth, eyes on the newspaper.
The wind was chilly and so he zipped up his jacket, grumbling about his preference for tea in blanket, and all.
Karishma, who was lounging on the adjacent sofa seat, looked up from the magazine in her hands. "Daaka daloge kaa. Nahi matlab dhela toh ek nahi kamate ho", she remarked. The chill of February couldn't hold a finger to her fiery demeanor today.
For the past two days, she had been drowning in the remorse of her lost dagger.
"Tch, mere horoscope main likha tha", Suraj grumbled and then added as an afterthought, "Aapka sunae?".
If only he could read the atmosphere. Sigh!
No sooner did he say that, a slap to the back of his head followed, forcing his nose to dip in the teacup he was about to put on his lips. "Jara padhai kar lo. Parisksha sar par hai. Iss baar jo fail hue na, toh bahot todenge, bata rahe hain!".
Rubbing the back of his head, letting Karishma's warning fly past him like an invisible gush of wind, Suraj focused his gaze on the Capricorn column of horoscope.
"Aaj aapke jeevan main kisi bade parivartan ki sambhavna hai. Kisi vyakti vishesh se takra sakte hain. Lucky number hai 4 aur rang hai khaki".
"Didi?" Looking up, he prodded Karishma then, who had as skilfully ignored his horoscope recitation.
"Kaa hai?" She murmured, flipping the page of Yojana magazine.
"Aaj aap wo apna khaki wala jacket daal lena. Lucky rahega!"
And she rolled her eyes, "Khaki toh beta uss poshak ka rang hai, jiske aaj darshan fir se honge. Dadda ki hajri lagwane jaana hai humein. Aur ab ye bakaiti band karo, aur taiyar hokar, niklo college ke liye".
This time, it was the roll of Yojana magazine that struck his head, before Karishma walked away and disappeared at the end of corridor.
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Leaning against her Avenger, the woman dressed in white hoodie and black cargo pants, yet again, let her eyes wander after another who had just walked past her, with a bouquet in her hands.
This was the 4th person in the last 20 minutes, whom she had seen carrying flowers, roses to be precise.
"Aaj koi pushp vitran samaroh hai kaa?" She wondered, adjusting the hood and securing it with the strings. The wind blowing out in the open had successfully diminished her fire a.k.a she was freezing. Tapping her feet impatiently then, she looked towards the Lucknow police HQ entrance, cursing the cold wind and the absence of tea stall in vicinity.
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"Santosh and Cheetah, make sure that MLA and IG sir ko koi inconvenience na ho", Haseena Malik, who was overlooking the security arrangements of the cultural function in the HQ back garden, instructed her teammates, before her eyes travelled over the perimeter of venue.
"Ji maddam sir!" The duo nodded and dispersed soon after, to perform their assigned functions.
"Ab ye Pushpa ji kahan gayi?" Haseena mused to herself, before her eyes widened in recollection.
'Pushpa! Pushp....Roses!'
"Shit, wo bouquet kal se...." Slapping her forehead, she made a beeline for her jeep in the parking area, when her phone came alive.
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FanfictionTu haathon main toh hai mere, Hai kyun nahi lakeeron main... Ye kesa tera ishq hai... Saajna... ~~~~~~~~ SHO Haseena Malik, the famous good cop of Lucknow, has it all. She is revered by many, and in turn, she reveres her country, her duty. And then...
