Days rolled by, and the chemistry between Twinkle and Kunj was growing stronger, though neither of them would admit it openly. Every day brought a new round of nok-jhok, laughter, and unexpected moments of connection.
One fine morning, Twinkle woke up to find the entire house bustling with noise. The Sarna family seemed to be planning something big. Twinkle, still half-asleep, rubbed her eyes and wandered into the living room where Kunj was on the phone, looking unusually excited.
“Kya ho raha hai yahaan? Kya hum shaadi ke baad agle function ke liye bhi tayaar ho rahe hain?” Twinkle asked, raising an eyebrow.
Kunj hung up the phone and smirked. “Arre, tumhari khidki-tooti hui aankhen kuch dekhti kyun nahi? Mera cricket tournament final hai. Tumne last time mujhe itne dhang se cheer nahi kiya tha, is baar proper cheerleader banogi.”
“Cheerleader? Tumhaara matlab hai, tumhe meri zarurat hai jeetne ke liye?” she teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Kunj folded his arms, leaning against the couch with a smug grin. “Zarurat? Nahin, par agar tum cheer nahi karogi, toh poore stadium ko lag jaayega ki tum mujh se impress nahi ho. Aur main yeh afwah nahi failne dena chahta.”
Twinkle laughed. “Afwah? Tum toh sach mein dramatic ho. Waise, agar main cheer karun toh tum jeetoge?”
Kunj moved closer, lowering his voice, “Agar tum mere saath rahogi, toh main har cheez jeet sakta hoon.”
Twinkle felt her heart skip a beat, but she quickly masked it with a smirk. “Acha, ab toh tum shayari bhi karne lage ho. Kaafi impressed hoon, Mr. Sarna.”
“Shayari toh bas shuruat hai, Mrs. Sarna. Tumne abhi mere aur hidden talents nahi dekhe,” Kunj replied, his grin widening.
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Match Day
The day of the cricket final arrived, and Kunj was already dressed in his team jersey, looking more excited than Twinkle had ever seen him. The house was abuzz with preparations for the big match, and Twinkle was getting pulled into the excitement despite herself.
Twinkle arrived at the stadium with Bebe and Usha, dressed casually in a white kurti and jeans, her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail. As soon as they found their seats, Kunj spotted her from the field and waved, flashing his signature grin.
“Yeh ladka kabhi serious ho bhi sakta hai?” Twinkle muttered under her breath, waving back with a small smile.
“Arre Twinkle, Kunj toh puraana khiladi hai, lekin aaj tumhari wajah se jeetne ka irada hai,” Bebe said, nudging Twinkle playfully.
Twinkle blushed but tried to play it cool. “Haan Bebe, dekhte hain aaj kya hota hai.”
As the match began, Twinkle found herself unexpectedly invested. Every time Kunj came up to bat, her heart raced a little faster, and she couldn’t help but cheer him on.
“Kunj, come on! Hit a six!” she shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth.
Kunj, hearing her voice, turned to flash her a wink before focusing on the ball. He swung hard, and the ball flew high over the boundary for a massive six.
The crowd roared, but Twinkle just shook her head, trying to suppress the smile creeping onto her face. “Show-off,” she muttered, but inside she was impressed.
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Post-Match Celebrations
Kunj’s team won the match, and the celebration began. Twinkle, still trying to act indifferent, was pulled into the group photo with Kunj’s team.
“Kya tumne dekha, tumhari cheering ne kaam kar diya,” Kunj teased as they stood together for the photo, his arm casually draped over her shoulders.
“Tumhara talent ne kaam kiya, mere cheer se zyada,” Twinkle replied, rolling her eyes.
Kunj leaned in closer, whispering, “Tumhara support ke bina, talent bhi kaam nahi karta.”
Twinkle’s heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in his voice, but before she could reply, the team captain called out, “Chalo photo ke liye smile karo!”
They posed for a picture, but Twinkle couldn’t stop thinking about Kunj’s words. The way he was beginning to show a more serious, softer side was making her heart flutter in ways she hadn’t expected.
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Back Home
Later that evening, as they returned home, Twinkle headed straight to their room, wanting a moment to herself to process everything. But, of course, Kunj wasn’t going to let her have a quiet evening.
He walked in casually, stretching his arms above his head, clearly still basking in the victory glow. “Toh madam, kaisa laga mera performance? Ab toh tum sach mein impressed ho gayi hogi?”
Twinkle, sitting on the bed, shot him a look. “Performance accha tha. Lekin tumse zyada tumhari team ne accha khela. Tumne bas final mein aake kuch magic kiya.”
Kunj laughed, plopping down on the bed beside her. “Magic toh tum leke aayi thi stadium mein. Jab tum wahaan aayi, tabhi toh main run banaane laga.”
“Yeh dialogue tumne kaha se copy kiya?” Twinkle smirked.
“Dialogue nahi, sachai hai, Mrs. Sarna. Tumhari presence hi mere liye lucky hai.”
Twinkle’s cheeks turned slightly pink, but she maintained her composure. “Haan haan, bas shayari mat karo. Main tumhare praises sunne ke liye tayaar nahi hoon.”
“Praises nahi, bas sach bol raha hoon,” Kunj said, his tone more genuine now. “Pehle tumhe taang kheenchna acha lagta tha, par ab tumhara saath dena accha lagta hai.”
Twinkle looked at him, a little taken aback by the honesty in his words. She wasn’t used to seeing this vulnerable side of Kunj, and it stirred something inside her.
“Kunj, tum... tum sach mein badal rahe ho,” she said softly.
He shrugged, smiling. “Shaayad tumhari wajah se. Tumhe dekhte dekhte, main bhi serious hona seekh raha hoon.”
Twinkle’s heart swelled with emotions she hadn’t expected. This wasn’t just playful banter anymore — something was changing between them, something deeper.
But before she could say anything, Kunj grinned mischievously again. “Lekin ab serious mode kaafi ho gaya. Tumhare saath thoda masti karna banta hai.”
Twinkle groaned, “Kunj, tum kabhi sudhroge nahi!”
“Nahi,” Kunj replied, pulling her into an unexpected hug. “Sudharna toh kabhi plan mein nahi tha.”
Twinkle, caught off guard by the hug, froze for a second, then relaxed into it. It felt... nice. Comfortable. Safe. She couldn’t believe she was thinking this, but maybe... just maybe, she didn’t mind being close to Kunj after all.
As they pulled away, Twinkle looked at him, smiling. “Theek hai, ab tumhare saath masti mein bhi maza aane laga hai.”
Kunj raised an eyebrow, “Toh ab tum admit kar rahi ho ke tum mujhe pasand karti ho?”
Twinkle rolled her eyes but smiled. “Mujhe tumhari taang kheenchna zyada pasand hai.”
Kunj grinned, his eyes sparkling. “Aur mujhe tumhara taang kheenchna. Perfect jodi hai, hai na?”
Twinkle laughed, shaking her head. “Perfect? Tumhare definition of perfect thoda ajeeb hai.”
“Ho sakta hai,” Kunj said, “Lekin tumhare saath sab kuch ajeeb hi accha lagta hai.”
Twinkle felt her heart skip again, but she masked it with a playful nudge. “Acha? Ab zyada filmy mat bano.”
Kunj winked. “Filmy hoon toh kya hua, tum toh meri heroine ho.”
Twinkle threw a pillow at him, laughing. “Tum sach mein impossible ho!”
As Kunj dodged the pillow and burst into laughter, Twinkle realized that despite all their banter and teasing, there was something special about their dynamic. It was more than just nok-jhok — it was a connection, and slowly but surely, it was becoming undeniable.
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Pyaar ki Takrar
FanficTwinkle Taneja and Kunj Sarna-two people who can't stand the sight of each other-are forced into an arranged marriage. What starts as a relationship of endless arguments, sarcastic jibes, and playful nok jhok soon takes an unexpected turn. As they n...
