Ye tune kya kiya

♡《 Jagga jasoos 》♡

Hi twinkles! ♡

Sorry for late update...I was busy....

And please give me some votes i will give you next chapter fast...

And I have a question......is the book cover ok ...or it need to be changed....

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ैसे बताएँ, क्यूँ तुझको चाहे
यारा, बता ना पाएँ
बातें दिलों की देखो जो बाक़ी
आँखें तुझे समझाएँ
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" Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa abey saali! Tune mughe hi saali bana diya!!!!"

A sudden silence fell over the room as all eyes turned to us. It was like a spotlight had been shined on us.

Yatharth bhi dekh raha hai .....

Cutie pie....

We were being stared at, like we were doing monkey dance🐒, until I cleared my throat awkwardly and muttered, " Koi show nhi chal raha hai apana apna kaam karo."

I sat down quietly, and looked over and saw Arshia struggling to hold back her laughter.

I shifted myself and leaned over toward her, whispering, "Tughe Yatharth pe crush hai"

She looked at me in confusion and asked, " Tu Yatharth ko dekh rahi thi"

I nodded in confirmation.

" Arey phir to koi dikkat hi nahi hai mughe to Tarun pe crush hai "she said.

A wave of relief crashed over me as the full implications of the situation dawned on me. .................she is not my sautan.

" Choice bahaut bekar hai teri ....Tarun seriously "A feeling of disgust welled up within me, and the emotion was evident in my voice as I spoke in a tone that dripped with it.

" Bro love is blind" Arshia replied her own flair to the moment, dramatically placing her hand on her chest as if swooning from the perceived shock of my statement.

" To bhabhi ji kab se chal raha hai ye sab .....I want details " My voice took on an exaggerated level of enthusiasm as I responded.

" bhabhi ji?????".Arshia's expression turned puzzled as she attempted to understand the meaning of my unexpected words, her confusion evident in the way she posed the question.

" Tarun mera judwaa bhai hai to tu meri bhabhi" I said while smiling.

"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" Arshia now felt compelled to let out a scream, causing yet another interruption in the class as all eyes were once again directed towards us. The expressions on the faces of the other students seemed as if they were on the verge of wanting to strangle us for repeatedly disturbing the class with our loud and dramatic exchanges.

She looked around embarresment.

My brother shot me a disapproving look, his disappointment evident in the subtle shake of his head.

Meanwhile my dear Yatharth....... with his usual indifference, seemed to barely register the commotion before quickly turning back to his studies as though the drama unfolding in our conversation held no interest for him.