Heyyy...Another FF, and that too a multi-starrer...I couldn't help but write on these cuties because I just LOVEEE them....This story will be loosely based on D3 (DilDostiDance) but a younger version lol. Hope you guys like it :)
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Scene opens to Anya and Sumedh staring at the ring.
"You guys can take your time. We know this is a big shock but..."
"First can we get out of here???" Sumedh said through clenched teeth noticing people around them. Riya and Fiza left the scene, satisfied with the information they knew.
"But..." Jethley sir was about to say when Astha pressed his hands.
"It's okay. We should leave now."
"Okay fine. We'll go...but maybe you guys should give us a chance. A chance to show you we can be good partners for your parent." Jethley Sir said.
"This isn't any trivia game Dad!"
"Sumedh....shut up and let's go." He calmly said pushing his son out while he picked up the ring from the table as they exited.
Scene Shift: Fiza's House
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(Ishant Verma- Abhilash Kumar)
"Thanks Ishu. For the bike and dropping me off." Fiza hugged, giving him a kiss before walking towards her house.
Her phone rang, "I am almost home Faizu."
"Don't! Go to the guest house. I will call you when everything's normal."
"What's wrong?"
"Mom's new cancelled production has the media buzzing like crazy. They crowded the entrance, and trust me if they see you, you're done."
"Shit! Someone just saw this! Byee!!" Fiza said staring straight ahead at the girl with a microphone. Keeping her phone in the back pocket she ran to Ishant, who was still waiting around for her to reach her house.
"What happened?"
"The guest house. Quick!" A flash blinded them. When Fiza looked up she saw a while swarm of cameramen flashing lights at them.
Ishant took a quick U-turn and drove away. After a while they stopped, trying to catch a breath as they lost the journalists behind them.
"Want to go for a coffee?"
"Not now. I just want to be in my room on my bed sleepinhg." Ishant kept staring at her while her lips moved and fingers were busy on the phone screen as they leaned on the bike.
FLASH! His hands covered her face instantly.
"Fuck off!" He screamed at the reporter who was a few meters away in their news van. Just then a car came and stopped near them. The left side door opened, "Get in quick." Faisal said.
Fiza sat in the car after saying a quick goodbye to Ishant. He watched her leave and then went back, noticing the phone Fiza left on top of his bike.
