K3G Returns! #MissionDesi

Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Tension

KRISH WAS RENDERED SPEECHLESS. How else would one feel after their childhood crush from a different country showed up at their doorstep after twenty years, without warning?

And if that wasn't worrisome enough, Annette was hot.

Gone was the pale skin, the crooked teeth, the awkward bangs, the short hair, the skinny limbs, the gangly girl he was once knew. In her place was a woman, a gorgeous woman who could easily pass off as a supermodel.

His childhood flashed before him: all the fruitless times he had tried to impress her - pickup lines, yawning while putting an arm around her, asking to share her food, bringing her flowers. He had even grabbed her face and quickly kissed her on the mouth once. They were about seven at the time. She had slapped him twice as hard as he had kissed her.

He couldn't help but feel both lucky and unlucky about her visit. Lucky, because maybe, just maybe, it meant that he had a chance with her this time, that she wouldn't be so quick to reject him now. After all, they were both older and more mature. Krish was no longer as weak as he was as a child. He had a six-pack now, even. He was kind and smart and successful and a whole package.

On the other hand, he felt unlucky because he couldn't help but feel that there was some kind of catch. Would she humiliate him again, reject him in an even harsher manner? Would she take some kind of revenge on him?

And worst of all, would she get in the way of his life? The last thing he needed was some firangi [foreigner] to disrupt everything at the moment, to be quite honest. His family had mixed feelings about her. And would he still be able to see Asmara? Or any other girl with her around? She was controlling, dominating, and well, a bully.

A headache rising, Krish led Annette, and her mother, who had been in the car earlier, into the mansion. Annette's mother had a greedy gleam in her eyes as she took in the beautiful architecture. She smirked at Annette, gesturing towards the grandeur with her eyes.

Once opening the door to the living room, Krish took a moment to send a prayer up to the heavens that his family - specifically his mother - wouldn't react too explosively towards the uninvited guests.

"Krishi? Is that you? Where were you?" Anjali was bringing a plate to the table, as everyone else was seated. "Khaana taiyaar hai. Aajao. Sabko bohot bhook lagi hai. Aur - [Food is ready. Come. Everyone is very hungry. And -]"

The plate flew right out of her hands, shattering into a million pieces onto the floor. Her eyes widened. Krish winced, knowing it was the calm before the storm.

"Krishi. . ." she said slowly, a murderous look beginning to form. "Yeh kaun hai? [Who is this?]"

Krish shuffled uncomfortably, about to explain himself, but the slender blonde beat him to it.

"Mrs. Raichand! Hi! Remember me? It's me, Annette Sprightley!" Annette flashed another one of her million-dollar smiles. Krish wondered why that pearly smile failed to blind them all.

"TU! PHIR SE?! [YOU! AGAIN?!]" Anjali roared, a growl escaping her lips that sounded very much like an angry rabid dog. "NO. NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!" The rest of the table exchanged nervous looks.

"Hello, Mrs. Raichand," Mrs. Sprightley gave a little wave, a smirk painting her features. "Fancy seeing you here."

"KYA?! MAIN YAHAAN REHTI HOON, CHUDAIL KAHIN KI! [WHAT?! I LIVE HERE, WITCH!]" Anjali screeched. The other family members whispered at her, trying to calm her down. But to no avail.

"Ah yes. All that noise, has to be Mrs. Raichand." Mrs. Sprightley mocked in an overly sugary tone, with a fake smile. "All this time, and you're still, well," she wrinkled her nose, "you know."