this is the story of abhirika where tarika was in Ahmedabad in her Dadu's house to spend some quality time with family but.......
peep inside to know ;)
(all four of them reached at home...its was 4 am in morning...here dadi and mom hurridly comes and hugs there respective husbands)
dad: arre abhijeet ko ander toh aane do baad mein yeh hug wagaira karege janeman (flirts)
mom: aap bhi na...bacche hai samne kahi bhi kuch bhi bolne lag jaate hai (shys still in hug)
dadi: thank u beta...pata nhi mein tumhara shukriya kaise ada karu (cup his face with one hand)
abhi: dadi shukriya ki koi zarurat nhi hai...yeh toh mera farz tha
tarika: abhijeet mere room mein chalo...manik plz meko dressing box lake do
abhi: tarika yaar iski koi zarurat nhi hai...mein bikul thik hu jaan
chachi: ohoho jaan ahaha (teases)
(abhirika blushes and manik and mahi fumes in anger)
chachu: toh chalo tarika jaan apne abhijeet ko leke ander...khana nhi khaye hai sab ne khana khaa k sojayege seedhe kal raat ko uthege
(all laugh)
tarika's room:
abhi: (enters) wooow...yeh tumhara room hai?
tarika: ha mera or aryan ka...means jab ham yaha rehte thy toh yeh mera or aryan ka room tha
abhi: (looks at aryan pic in frame) yaar aryan kitna cute dikhta hai...jab bhi india aayega mein miluga isse...but tumlog ka difference kitna hai??
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Tarika's Bro Aryan
(lives in USA with his masi)
tarika: (removing dressing items)ha ha mil lena...14 years ka difference hai...lekin beta jaisa hai woh mera...tum idhar baitho (pointed at study table)
abhi: (sits) tarika iski zarurat nhi hai...abhi 4 baj rahe hai subah hote hi mein mumbai k liye nikal jauga...waha jaake dressing bhi kara luga or bullet bhi nikaluga
tarika: pagal mat bano...mein tumhe kahi jaane nhi dene wali smjhe...or bullet ka zehar phelega isliye mujhe sab se pehle isse hi nikalna hoga...waise bhi agar curfew nhi rehta na toh hosp leke jaati but ab koi or option toh hai nhi toh plz jhelo mujhe
abhi: happily my love (kiss her hands)
tarika: baby pain bht hoga ohkk...bcoz jaha chaku lagi hai waha stiches lena hai or same hi shoulder se bullet nikalni hai...or mere pass anesthesia nhi hai soo plz m sorry (sad)
abhi: jaan dont be sad...go ahead baby (he keeps his head on table soo that she have better access to remove bullet from his shoulder)
(tarika slowly coming with twizer towards him...her hands were shaking madly...she was having sweatbeads all over her forehead)
