Meri Jaan

Chapter 8

SURPRISE

KASHISH'S POV

Today is 28th. There are only 2 days left for our engagement. To be specific it's post midnight, so technically it's 29th.

4 days. 4 days since he left for Delhi.

We wished each other every morning. But couldn't talk a lot except that. He was too tangled in his responsibilities.

I understand. I really do, but i just can't help missing him.

"God!! I love him so much." I cried.

And suddenly the thought of his face if he heard what i said just now got pictured in my mind and i cracked up.

He would definitely get frozen. Chuckling I picked up my mobile to open his chat when a notification popped up. Of his name.

I clicked on it and appeared in front of me, the very handsome and charming, the one and only Mr. Akshat Rathore.

He looked exhausted while his face had a peaceful, tiny smile lingering on it.

6 other men were surrounding him. Hugging the life out of him.

Suddenly an aggressive urge to squish him in my arms consumed me and in no time it frustrated me. Up to the brim.

I zoomed in on him, adoring the expression of contentment that was present on everybody's face. He looked much younger and carefree while his friends hugged him.

They all were wearing black shirts while white blazers were thrown in the background.

But.

But his blazer still hanged on his forearm. Making him look even more charming. Sexy even.

Laut aayiye piyaji, ab aur ni hoga mujhse.

And dekhte hi dekhte my phone rang and his name displayed on the screen.

With a wide grin I picked up and sounds of shuffling welcomed me.

Soon human voices could be heard and a strange voice came through the speaker, "Hello?!! Is it Kashish?"

My heart thumped thinking about various reasons of his phone being with someone else, who spoke so formally.

"Yes, w-who's this?" I asked keeping the uneasiness aside.

"Wahi h!" A heavy based voice rung through my ears and continued after a moment.

"Akshat Rathore naam ke aadmi ko jaanti ho?" Dread.

"Who is this aur yeh phone kahan se mila tumhein?!" I spoke loudly wanting to know the actual situation before disclosing anything.

"Woh jo bhi h, hamari baat ka jawaab do, kyunki jitni der lagegi utni hi iss shareefzaade Akshat Rathore ki ginti khatam hogi. Uthha liya h iss ameeri ki dukaan ko toh jitna bolein utna karo warna yeh toh gya."

What? No, yeh ni ho.. yeh kaise ho skta h??

"Nhi nhi, aisa waisa kuch mat karna, hn janti hun mai unko, par pehle meri unse baat karao, mai kaise maan lun tum sach bol rhe ho?"

"Tch tch tch, zyada dimaag matt lagao, ungli kaat ke bhejun tumhein yakeen karane ke liye, huh?? Bol!?"

My eyes turned watery as a lump formed in my throat.

"Nahi nahi, aisa kuch matt karna, sorry.." i cried and continued.

"Agar yeh koi mazaak h toh please band kariye, meri baat kara dijiye unse please!"