Kya Huaa (completed ✔)

Bonus (1B) Pehli mulakaat?

'Aaru! Chal na, kitni der lagayegi? Uff yaar, jaldi aana library band ho gayi toh?' Akshara Goenka, aged 8 was standing before the closed door as her 7 year old sister, was still not able to find the perfect frock just to go to a LIBRARY.

'Aa gayi' With that, Akshara heard the door click open, and there entered, her little sister, Aarohi in a cute pinkish frock.

'Chal, abh. Waise bhi mumma ki wajah se tujhe saath le jaa rahi hu, warna tu ek number ki rotudu hain, Aaru' Akshara deliberately said this, because she absolutely loved when Aarohi used to get annoyed.

'Akshuu! I hate you' Aarohi whined making Akshara laugh.

'The feelings are not so mutual, meri ekloti behna' Akshara, squished Aarohi's chubby cheeks.

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'Yes?' The librarian was annoyed because of a boy maybe aged 10 and another boy maybe aged 9 tagged along with the former one.

'Meri book girr gayi hain, toh meri book uthao' The former boy, aged 10, said this. The librarian looked at the book, which was on the former boy's feet, he had worn black shirt with black jeans, he had a look of ego and arrogance on his face, which did not go well with his age. The other boy, who had tagged along with him was, having a look of pride on his face too.

'Excuse me?' The librarian's eyes fell on that boy's card.

Abhimanyu Birla.

The son of the famous doctor and underground drug dealer.

And the other boy's card who was aged 9,

Qais Khurana.

The son of the famous politician and underground drug-dealer.

'Mr Abhimanyu and Mr Qais. Book aapki side hain, toh aap uthaao. And this is not how you talk with elders okay' The librarian politely debated with the kids.

'But this is how me must talk with women' Qais, laughed.

'Yes, and don't you know who our fathers are. Problem kya hain, mere pairon se ye book uthane mei? Waise bhi, Aurat paaon ki dhool hoti hain' Abhimanyu, laughed.

The librarian was looking at him, as if he said something horrible.

But, his father taught him this. Even his first sentence in his notebook was not 'My name is Abhimanyu Birla' but 'Aurat paaon ki dhool hoti hain'.

The librarian was about to say something, maybe about to protest something. But other ladies at different counters, shushed her. And told her about, how powerful these two kids's  fathers were. And she can also loose her job, which she did not want to, loosing the job means loosing the money to treat her ailing father.

The librarian, went down and picked up the book and gave it to Abhimanyu. He had a smirk on his face as if he was achieving a trophy. That made the librarian feel disgusted.

'Abhimanyu. I feel sorry for your mother, for the woman who will fall in love with you, or maybe in someday, after decades, I feel sorry for your daughter. I feel extremely sorry for every woman, who will live around you or with you'

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'Akshu! Aur kitna chalna parega?' Aarohi, whined again. Akshara had decided to return the book, she had taken, to the library. But the problem was that, every book based on its genre, had different rooms alloted. And, Akshara had forgotten the specific floor.

'Kal return nahi de sakti kya, Akshu?'

'Kal 2 weeks, ho jayega. Aur 2 weeks baad, fine lagta hain. And I do not want to waste my money, mera birthday hai next week'

Aarohi, sighed.

'Kitni aalsi hain tu, Aaru! Mumma bhi na, kis musibat ko de diya'

'Akshu, main badi ho jaaungi na toh teri shaadi ek speech pathologist se karwa dungi, uske saamne jitni bak-bak karna hai, kar lena'

Akshara rolled her eyes. The sisters, continued their banter, and it lasted till Akshara collided with a muscular figure.

Akshara looked above, and saw a tall boy, digging into her eyes, as if her eyes were some kind of tunnel.

Akshara had seen this eyes somewhere. They looked much similar to the eyes of her prince charming of her drawing.

'Sorry bolo' Abhimanyu, said. Rather demanded. For the first time in her whole childhood, after killing his mother, he felt a deep sense of relief and connection. As if he had found someone brightest as the sun, in his darkest nights.

She was a pretty child. She had deep, dark eyes. A blue chic dangri, and she looked like a ball of sunshine. She looked exactly like the angel, his mother used to describe in her stories.

But, she was a 'she'. She was a girl. Abhimanyu's soul whimpered, as he remembered the way, his father had hit him with a whipping belt just because he thanked his female classmate for giving him notes.

No, women have the power to make men weak.

'Sorry?' Akshara asked in a confused state. She hated when she was about to do something but the other one asked her to do the same thing.

'Bol diya' Abhimanyu said and walked away, ignoring Akshara's 'excuse-mes'.

Akshara looked at the other tall boy, who was busy in arguing with her sister. Akshara felt protective of Aarohi, and stepped between them.

'Ho gaya, ab jaa sakte ho tum' Akshara looked at the other boy, who had grey eyes.

'Haa toh isse baat bhi kisko karni hain' Qais said, rolling his eyes and left to catch Abhimanyu.

'Kya kiya, Akshu. Abhi iss billi jaise aankhon wale ladke ko khaa jaati mai'

'Aaru. Mumma kehti haina, aise public mei kisi se jhagra nahi karna chahiye. What you sow, shall you reap'

'Waise tu kisse baat kar rahi thi'? Aarohi asked, because she had not properly noticed the other guy.

'Mere hone wale pati se, abh chal na' Akshara said, while Aarohi rolled her eyes at her sister's sarcastic answer.

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Author's note: Kuch nahi, just mann mei aaya toh aapke saamne aaya. :)

These freaking parallels 😭❤. Abhi, Akshu, Aaru, Qais. Already a small family of four? Ahh my heart craves 💌.

I think I chose #QaiRohi over #NeiRohi? (I did 😭)

Also, none of them remember this because it had happened in their childhood, and a lot of events took place after that.

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