K3G Returns! #MissionDesi

Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Deewangi

RAHUL HAD DECIDED TO HOLD YET ANOTHER MEETING to discuss - well, primarily Krish's - wedding status. This time, the other family members were prepared and escaped out the door as soon as it was announced, with rash and hurried goodbyes. Well, sans Pooja. 

So at the large mahogany table sat a nonchalant Krish, a sulking Yuvi, and an impassive Pooja. Rahul's stoic and silent figure standing before them was least helpful in easing the foreboding atmosphere.

"So, what you're telling me is that you've made no progress whatsoever?" the father of the household deadpanned, eyes burning holes into his son's face.

Krish cleared his throat shakily, creating a raspy, pathetic sound that Yuvi would have otherwise cackled at. "Uh, y-yeah. That's what I'm saying."

"But my understanding is that Annette is your girlfriend?" The crease in Rahul's forehead deepened.

Krish blushed crimson, whereas his cousin-brother huffed. "I-I, uh, I mean I don't know if I can call her my g-girlfriend, exactly."

Rahul rolled his eyes up to the heavens. "Kamaal hai. Aaj ke generation bhi na. Kal tumhare bacche peda honge, aur tum tumhare relationship status ke baare mein sochenge. [Amazing. Today's generation. Tomorrow you'll have kids and you'll still be thinking of your relationship status]." He sighed. "I will never understand today's generation."

"And you!" He quickly turned towards his nephew, who just shook his head, bored.

Rahul rubbed his forehead in desperation. "I'm just gonna go cool off. Bye." He stalked off like an angry toddler.

Pooja grinned, hopping up from her seat at once. "Don't worry, boys. Let the great Poo give you some advice. There are only three things you need to worry about when meeting someone new." She gave a bright smile and wiggled her eyebrows for suspense.

"And that is," she counted off her fingers, "Good looks, good looks, and. . .GOOD LOOKS!"

. . .

YUVI WAS INCREDIBLY EXCITED. Of course, he'd never willingly admit that. Didn't go with the image, you see. But he really was in a good mood. 

He had received the opportunity to DJ at the prom of Delhi's best university. By chance, it also happened to be where Priya was completing her last year of college.

He was walking out of the meeting with the musical head of the college, all jumbled nerves and clammy hands, when an announcement through the speakers surrounding the campus interrupted the buzz of thoughts in his head.

"Good morning everyone, it's 8:05 and Priya's just entered college!"

What the -

And there she was in all her posh glory, designer sunglasses and stiletto heels. Her entourage - two confused yet stunning girls who stood on either side of her - clearly lacked her confidence, as they marched to the rhythm of Priya's steps.

"OMG! Pri!" whisper-squealed the girl to her left as they walked. "Who is that?"

Priya just sighed tiredly, harboring an impassive tone and expression. "Who, Shyra?"

"HIM! Look! He's so hot!" gushed the other girl, Riana, slightly turning back to gaze at the handsome face they just passed.

"Stop," Priya ordered. They complied. "Turn."

She swiveled around to lock eyes with Yuvi. His eyebrow was raised skeptically at her.

"Ah, the younger Raichand boy," she commented, eyeing him up-and-down, not missing the dreamy sighs and swooning giggles of several other girls in the college.

"You know him?!" her friends exclaimed in unison. Priya shrugged with a smirk, stepping away from both the girls and Yuvi.

"You could say that."

Deewana hai dekho beqaraar voh,

Sambhaalo, sambhaalo, na pyaar ho. . .

He's crazy, look, he's restless,

Be careful not to fall in love. . .

Yuvi grinned.

. . .

"Hey, everybody! Welcome to the prom selection!" announced Shyra, one of Priya's friends. "So, as this goes every year, Priya is going to pick who will accompany her to prom. So when it's your turn, just tell us why you think you'd make a good date. And we'll let you know soon! Okay? Ready, steady, go!"

The trio approached the infinitely-stretching line of testosterone. But pretty soon, they were approached by Yuvi.

"Hey," he said. Priya offered him a small albeit warm smile.

"Hiiiiiii," Riana swooned. "Do you wanna be Priya's prom date too?"

Yuvi chuckled amicably. "Ah, no thanks. I'm good."

The three girls exchanged glances. "Excuse me?" It was Priya's voice, and it came out much more abrasive than she had intended.

He coughed uncomfortably. "Uh, I just don't really think you're my type. That's all." He shrugged.

Priya looked at him with an expression that was borderline dangerous. "What do you mean, not your type? I can get any guy here I want."

Yuvi bit back a laugh at her childlike, riled appearance. "I'm sure you could, princess."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Yuvi ruffled her hair and her expression morphed into one of bloody murder. Shyra and Riana gasped. "See you around, kid."

Riana put a hand on Priya's shoulder cautiously. "Uh, Pri? You okay?"

"OF COURSE I'M OKAY!" she exploded furiously. "Actually, I'm great. This is great. I can get any guy. The best guy. And I will. The hottest guy in our college will take me to prom. You'll see. You'll all see."

. . .

*peeks out from hiding spot under the bed* um. . .let's pretend this isn't super late? hehe. :P

let me know what you think! :-) I FINALLY have so many ideas going, I got the next few chapters planned and everything! just need time to write it all out ;) IT'S GONNA BE SO MUCH FUN AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY READING IT AS MUCH AS I ENJOY WRITING IT!

More Pruvi and Annish in the next chapter. It's gonna be super dramatic! hint hint :D

-Meenal.

PS. Teeny spoiler - Kriya coming up soon! and anybody missing Nandini and Yash? Them too!