KRISH AND ANNETTE SLOWLY PASSED THROUGH THE GATE OF THE RAICHAND MANSION, HAND-IN-HAND. The young Raichand lad held his breath nervously, playing to God Almighty above that his dear mother wasn't awake.
It had been a puzzling night for sure. Sparks between him and the beautiful Annette. A furious Yuvi who had stomped right back home after his bit of merriment with Priya. Not to mention that Krish could not figure out the meaning behind his younger cousin's words for the life of him.
How would Yuvi, of all people, know how Annette was like? God, he hadn't even been born back in London - he was born the exact year Krish and his parents had returned to India, after Poo's marriage to the debonair Rohan. So how would he know? It was perplexing, to say the least.
And how late was it? He had lost track of time with Annette. Being with her was so intoxicating, he seemed to forget everything around him. She made him forget. She made him live.
But if his mother found them, she'd get him in huge trouble.
Trying to keep his bubbling thoughts in check, Krish motioned to Annette with a finger over his lips as they approached the dense mahogany of the intimidating front door, staring back at them with a gleam.
He exhaled.
Slowly, ever-so-gently, Krish moved his hand forward to delicately place his fingers over it. . .
When Anjali Raichand burst through the door, looking angry as ever. Krish staggered backwards. His mother's eyes narrowed into slits. Not a good sign.
Krish and Annette exchanged glances.
"Yeh kya ho rahe hai yahan? [What's happening here?]" Anjali growled dangerously, eyes glinting as Krish swallowed down the fear of his tigress mother.
"Uh, ma, hum bas [Uh, mom, we just]," he shifted his eyes to the floor, fiddling with his fingers. "Hum to bas, dinner ke liye. . .bahar. . .[We were just, having dinner. . .outside. . .]"
"OH! ACCHA! [ALRIGHT!]" Anjali exclaimed with a voice that echoed through the halls, bitter sarcasm dripping from each syllable. Her son flinched, as if the words struck him in the face like a cane to the head.
"Aap log toh chai peene gaye honge, na? [You guys went to have tea, no?] TEA WITH THE QUEEN?! MILK AND SUGAR?!" She flapped her hands around furiously, voice rising to a loud, angry British accent.
Annette broke in with her own charming accent, which was completely authentic, "Uh, Mrs. Raichand -"
Anjali turned to Annette, expression morphing murderously. "TU CHUP KAR! Badi angrez-wali aayi. Kameeni kahin ki [YOU SHUT UP! Came here, British and all. Witch]," she muttered, stepping forward with an accusing finger pointed at the tall blonde.
"Mujhe pata hai, mera beta itna cute, itna sweet, itna smart aur susheel hai! Lekin tu isse door raho, warna Anjali Raichand - [I know, my son is so cute, so smart, and so nice! But you stay away from him, or else Anjali Raichand-]"
"MA!" Krish exclaimed, embarrassed to the core, as Annette frowned in confusion.
She was ruining his chances with his dream girl; he knew he would never get a girl like Annette again. Ever. And here his mother was, diminishing whatever speck of a chance he had remaining after The Yuvi Disaster.
"Krishi, tu kuch nahi bolo! Mujhe pata hai, iss type ki ameer, firangi ladki kaisi hai. Woh tujhko phaasana hai! [Krishi, you don't say anything! I know how this type of rich, foreign girls are. She wants to trap you!]" Anjali insisted, a vein popping out of her forehead with red-hot anger, Annette noticed with a wince. Krish rolled his eyes.
"Paise ke ameer, dil ke ghareeb, kabhi na jaye Ishwar ke khareeb! [Rich with money, but poor at heart, never get near God!]" she said, clapping her hands with finality.
"Mom, please!" Krish cried out, exasperated, as a tiny part of him was relieved that Annette didn't know the least bit of Hindi. He lowered his voice, praying the British girl in question couldn't guess the meaning behind their words. "Aap aise baatein please mat karo. Woh bilkul aisi nahi hai. [Please don't say that. She's not like that at all.]"
"KRISH!" Anjali gasped, a hand flying over her open mouth. "Tu - tu iski side le rahe ho?! Tum traitor kyun ban rahe ho? [You - you're taking her side! Why are you being a traitor?]" Anjali demanded dramatically, as her son rolled his eyes to the heavens again, unable to take this humiliation combined with emotional blackmail. Grabbing Annette's hand, he led her past his mother.
"Come on, Annette. Let's go."
Anjali gasped again, at their entwined hands, observing them as they walked inside.
"HAI RABBA! Anjali, yeh kya ho rahe hai iss ghar mein? [OH GOD! Anjali, what is happening in this house?]" she wailed to herself.
Her expression hardened almost instantly. "Wait. Yahaan pe zaroor daal mein kuch kaala hai. [There is definitely something fishy going on here.]" She contemplated for a moment, eyebrows furrowing with effort.
"HAAN!" she exclaimed, the imaginary lightbulb in her head illuminating with a ding! "Iss firangi toh zaroor kuch kaala jadoo kar rahe hai, iss parivaar pe. [This foreigner is definitely performing some black magic to this family.]"
Her eyes narrowed again. "Par main, Anjali Raichand, isse nahi hone doongi! [But I, Anjali Raichand, will not let this happen!]" She raised her index finger up the sky, summoning the gods in her promise.
. . .
I know it was kinda short and boring, but an update was just SO long overdue! Just bear with me for a little while, please. We've gotta get through Annette, then some more Priya, and then Asmara will be back! Thanks for being so patient guys, I promise your patience will pay off! Sorry this is so late, my life is SUPER hectic right now.
But tell me one thing, who ships what?
- Asmara + Krish = Krishmara
- Annette + Krish = Annish
- Priya + Krish = Kriya
- Priya + Yuvi = Pruvi
- Asmara + Yuvi = Yuvara
- Annette + Yuvi = Annuvi
- Priya + Ghasi = Prasi
- Annette + Ghasi = Annasi
- Asmara + Ghasi = Ghasara
😂😂😂
Anyways, I just needed to write some Anjali because she's the queen. Hope it was okay!
Love you all <3<3<3
-Meenal.
PS. Baar Baar Dekho was great, I don't understand people. k bye. ik teri khair mangdi mainnnnnn *sings to you all* <3<3
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