Mafia's Heartbeat

7. love in making..

Pehla tere nian main dekhe ~👀
Pher dekheya tenu ni 🦋
sheti aake milja bibba 🤌
milja aake mainu ni..🕊️
Ha vasson bahar dil ho gaya 💞
Vasson bahar dil ho gaya </3
Koi chalda na chara eh..
Tere bina na GUZARA eh..🧿

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As the guard entered the room, he noticed Arjun's gaze fixed on the screen, captivated by Khushi's video. The depth of his obsession was evident; it felt as if he would stop at nothing to make Khushi his own. The guard hesitated, unsure if he should interrupt, fearing he might disrupt a moment so precious to Arjun.

Gathering his courage, the guard spoke softly, "Excuse me, sir... the car is ready."

Arjun turned toward him, his expression unreadable, before addressing Nirvair, who was absorbed in his laptop on the couch. "Oye Nirvair! Chal chaliye."

Confused, Nirvair asked, "Hain? Kithe?" (What? But where?)

Meri jaan kol...hor kithe?( To my love ... where else?)

Arjun stood up from his chair walking like a king holding a bottle of rum in one hand and one in pocket.

Nirvair followed after him.

After getting freshened up both of them sat in car and drove towards the airport.

With a rail of about 12 cars in front of his car 12 behind.

Everything was giving off whole set of Mafia vibes.

His cars:

In plane:

In the plane, with the seat reclining against his head, he closed his eyes, lost in thoughts of her. "All I can think of is Khushleen Kaur Mangat." This little creature had turned his world upside down, and a warm smile graced his face as memories of their first meeting surfaced once again.

In Arjun's heart, however, it was Khushleen Kaur Mangat whose presence filled his thoughts. The memory of their first meeting brought a smile to his face, along with a light blush. "Uff, mujhe sharm aa rahi hai ab." (Oh, I feel so shy now.) Her blue-gray eyes held him captive, and he found comfort in the thought of her.

Oo...I don't want to get out of your memories my jaan.

USA
Airport.

At the airport, as their plane landed at Chicago O'Hare.

After the board check, Arjun settled into a chair, his eyes lingering on the empty seat next to him. It was the chair where Khushleen had waited so patiently for Meher, and his heart ached with her absence. He mused to himself, "I wasn't here when you were sitting here... now I'm here, but you're not. I hope one day we'll sit here together, waiting for our flight to India."

Suddenly, Nirvair noticed Arjun talking to the empty chair, and a look of concern crossed his face. "Oh bhai, tu kya khali kursi se baat kar raha hai? Logon ke samne bezti karvaega kya?" (Brother, are you talking to an empty chair? Will you embarrass us in front of everyone?)

Realizing the attention they were drawing, Nirvair felt a rush of embarrassment, wanting to disappear. "Bhai, log dekh rahe hain." (Brother, people are watching.)

With a hint of determination, he told Nirvair, "Dekhne do logon ko, mujhe kisi se koi farak nahi padta. Aakhir unhen bhi toh pata chale ki pyar mein pagal hona kaise hota hai." (Let them see; I don't care what anyone thinks. They should understand what it means to be crazy in love.)

Arjun's heart knew the truth: love made him fearless, even in the face of public embarrassment. "Chal yahan se, varna main sharm se doob marunga yaar." (Let's get out of here, or I'll drown in embarrassment.) His love for Khushleen was a beautiful, vulnerable part of him that he wanted to share with the world.

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