Genevieve’s PV-
“Ak taaza khabar pata chali hai…” at night, about 2, Smriti called me up.
“Bolo…” I was in a deep sleep and woke up with a jerk when Smriti told me the news… Aayush’s present girlfriend is Sneha!!!!! Now we have this first clue to our case… a major one…
So Aayush is using Sneha to get money from Bhuvan and targeting me instead for his Blackmail theme… that means… Sneha is the scapegoat in this plan!!!
“Ok, thanks a lot… but keep it a secret, will you?” I cut off the phone, caught hold of my diary and noted down the first clue I got. But there are too many questions to be answered, why does he want money? What relation does Mr. Hola has with Bhuvan? Why are they blackmailing me? does Sneha knows that she is being used? Or will she get some amount by doing this?
I was checking my phone… I haven’t messaged him for last 3 days. But I shouldn’t do it either… I must know that what do they want? I was thinking all these, when I found myself snoozing over my diary… I must take some rest now.
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Next day, I behaved differently and, why shouldn’t I? My girls obeyed me, they acted quite different. I found Bhuvan was quite… does he know about that Bug thing?
“Baath kaar usse?” Smriti pushed me slightly. “He is very tensed.”
“I know… but avi nahi mai… time ane padh bata dungi… I need to find more infos about those two…”
“I have a brilliant idea… Aayush hume blackmail kar raha hai na, kyu na hum bhi use ulta blackmail kare…” Naima, said clicking her fingers…
“Naimmaaaaaaaa…. Mazak chal raha hai kya yaar… Saapna maat dekho….” I signalled her to shut up. “Bug laga hai bhul gayi…” I whispered.
“Sorry…” she bit her lips and whispered instead.
“Toh khol dete hai na…” whispered Ridd. She was disgusted at same time.
“Pura school connected hai… nahi khol sakte… renovation hua hai na… ched chani kia hai… walls ka plaster, ye, nakli hai…” I wrote it to them. We nearly talked in signals.
“Kya kare?” asked Smriti timidly, “Principal ko bole?”
“No… not now… but I gotta plan… we will diverge them, talk about anything else… except this topic.”
Class was going on… I was lost in my own thoughts, thinking hard of what we should do? I need something to blackmail that Aayush, I really liked Naima’s plan. But with what should I start? Any secret of Aayush? I don’t know about him… does Bhuvan knows… I want to talk to that guy…
“Smriti, Naima, Ridd…” I called my girls… “I need to talk to Bhuvan…” I whispered.
Their faces changed, they were quite happy… well, I will only talk! What’s the big deal in that?
“I need him here… and guys, you gotta help me out please…” I could not complete the sentence, Smriti ran towards him.
Bhuvan was dull unlike the rest of the days, he probably faked a smile seeing me.
“Mere sath chal sakte ho, room number 309 me…” I wrote to him.
“Kya hua?” he asked, frowning.
“Hua bohot kuch hai… chalo…” my girls pushed him towards the door. “Banchordas aur Sameer ko bhi bula lo…” I ordered them in a faint voice.
“Hua kya hai?” and I signalled him to keep quiet. Class was rumbling with noises though, but I don’t want to take any risk. We headed towards the room, it was a staff room before, it its empty now. Some benches are there… children use it to play indoor games. We were quite lucky as no students were there at time.
“Hua kya hai bancho, bataoge bhi??” Banchordas was constantly pestering us.
“2 min chup nahi rah sakte?” Naima rebuked him.
“Hi hi hi… larki fe daanth padh raha hai… kya naubat aa gayi hai…” teased Sameer.
I checked the whole room thoroughly.
“Bhuvan…” I started at last. “I am sorry I distrusted you that time…” I couldn’t say sorry… words are getting mixed up as I spoke. “But…” I stopped. I can feel my nerves quivering and throat dried up. I couldn’t confess the fact that I still love him…
“Sneha se karwaya ja raha hai… aur hume shak hai iske piche Aayush ka haath hai!” Naima helped me to start the discussion.
“Mereko bhi doubt tha…” Bhuvan replied.
“Aur ak baath…” Smriti took the lead. “Sneha Aayush ki present wali hai… toh hume shak… hai ki….”
“Aayush ki avi wali hai??? Ye tum logo ko kaisa pata chala?” asked Bhuvan, he was quite taken aback.
“Pata chala… baas…” I could feel Smriti blushing a lot.
“Ab tu bol Genny, jo tujhe pata chala” my friends turned towards me.
“BB…” I gathered my strength again… “We are being observed… humare class k ak ak bench me se mujhe BUG mila?”
The three boys looked at me in such a way that they saw spirits.
“Toh humari ak ak chiz pe nazar hai inka… hadd ho gayi Bancho!!!”
“Humari saari baate sunte hai… yaha taak ki mere aur iske sath, jo jo baath hui thi saari baath uske recordings me hai… walls ka plaster nakli hai. iske piche sound recorder hai… bhohot ched chani ki hai… we are not safe in out class…” I said. “Kya dushmani hai tumhare sath uska? Kyu maang raha hai paise?”
“Mujhe nahi pata…” he sat on a bench, I could feel that he was scared.
“BB… dakho… mai itna din baath nahi ki thi isila ki, mujhe doubt tha… woh log humare pe nazar rakh rahe hai… ak ak baath record karke hume phir se blackmail k naam se daraenge, phir se natak shuru… so I dragged you guys here… this is quite safe though.”
“Kal mere mama aye the…” Bhuvan told us about the Titu Mama’s incident to us.
“20 Lakh ka ghapla… I continued, that means use paise chahia… tumhare videos ka 70 percent near about 80 to 90 lakhs hoga… usme se 10 percent Sneha k pocket me, aur baki 60 Aayush ka! As in 20 se Hola karza chukayega aur baaki inka profit. Matlab ye dono baap bete tumhara Paison se tumhi ka karza chuka raha hai??” I cracked the clue.
“Acha Aayush k baare me kuch bhi jante ho toh batao…” I asked the three boys.
“Bohot Har*mi hai, Bancho”
“Iske alawa?” as it won’t help me to solve the case.
“Zyada kuch nahi pata bass itna pata hai, uska gang pakra gaya!” answered Bhuvan.
“Aur kuch?” I noted down in my diary.
“Behen tu toh CID jaisa kaam kaar rahi hai…” praised Naima. My mom is an IPS officer, so I know how to get into a case by step by step process.
Hence, I gathered two pieces of information today.
Aayush’s present girlfriend is Sneha
Mr. Hola wants money as he is buried under a debt trap.
At the canteen, I was alone, with a coffee cup and stirring the tea spoon and thinking hard, my friends have gone to play throwball. I almost didn’t notice that someone just dragged a chair beside me.
“Itta toh Sherlock Holmes bhi nahi sochta bhai!” it was Bhuvan!
I came to my senses at last, “Oh sorry, I was…” I blushed out a little.
“Angry masterji ka part 4 maine nikal diye hai…”
“Oh… sorry I didn’t get time to watch… I will…”
He was staring at me… he knows that I am scared and disgusted with all this stuff. “Kya boli thi… its gonna be fine… sab thik hoga…” he grumped, although he tried hard to assure that everything is going to be all right but he himself was not sure about that.
“Tumhe Sneha ne kaha tha na, agar paise nahi mile, toh woh mujhe harm karegi?” I asked him.
He answered nothing, just nodded.
“Mujhe bhi Aayush ne kia tha!!!” his eyes widened. “But you know, I gotta plan…” I smirked wickedly at him…
“Kaisa plan batao…?”
“Well, I don’t know now… but I will let you know…”
“And sorry, tumhe agar bura laga Sneha k baato se!” he changed the topic.
“Did you hear me saying that I hate you and anything like that?” I smirked again.
He said nothing, I knew he was giving me the time to say, “Banda mai chose karti toh use itni jaldi nahi chorti, haan agar woh chor de to alag baath hai…” I giggled. “Aur kya… gaane me kya bole the tum…”
“Kaun sa gana?” he asked.
“Kitna song tum nikale ho? Ak hi na, Arey mai Teri Meri Kahani ki baath kar rahi hun, kya bole the, ane nahi doge na aansu… toh aise promise karte ho, dil nahi pighlega Bancho…” I mimicked Banchordas a little.
“Aaaa….” He freaked. “Suna hai gana tumne?” I made him check my jammed list on my Zune, on the top of the list, his song was there.
At night, I was scribbling things out in my notebook. On the right side of the desk was the huge book of R.D Sharma. Math is my greatest fear, this book made my life a lot easier!
Ok, enough written, lets save something for the next chapter!
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Teri Meri Kahani with BB
FanfictionA fifteen year old girl, Genevieve, tranfers from Shillong to New Delhi and falls in love with a boy from her own class... As the relationship grows, they fall in the gravyard of blackmails and threats... Bhuvan and Genevieve must escape from the ru...
