Gauri pov
Om's eyes were not leaving me
He was always glancing me through the side mirror
Anika: Bhaiyaa can you please stop here
Gauri: here ?
Anika: let's eat something
You are starving rite
Om: starving ?
You didn't have breakfast ?
What were you thinking gauri?
Anika: why are you so concerned about her bhaiyya?
You are a taxi driver please be like one
Don't get too involved in her personal matters
Om pov
How can she talk to me like that
I wanted to burst my anger, but again gauris pleading eyes stopped me from saying anything
Om: I'm sorry
Anika: you have to be
And gauri stop talking to strangers you don't know what they will do with you
Gauri pov
The car stopped at screeching halt
My sister and I got down to eat junk food for breakfast
Which is making Omi more angry
Om: I don't think you have to eat this madam
Anika: who are you to say that?
If you want you can also eat but please don't talk with us
Gauri come on eat
This is your favorite rite
Here take some more
Gauri : di its very spicy
Anika: it means it good
Take these eat all these chilies
Gauri: but di..
Anika: what happened Gauri eat it
Om pov
I couldn't see the sight , gauri was in so much pain
She had tears in her eyes she was not able to bear that spicyness
I wanted to do something for her , but she just asked me to step back
Anika: gauri what do you think about shivaay
Gauri: what will I think of him?
Anika: he is handsome right ?
Om: shivaay?
You mean shivaay Singh Oberoi
Anika: ya shivaay Singh oberoi
Do you know him?
Om: I'm his..
Gauri: personal driver di
He is shivaay's personal driver
Om pov
What ? Gauri what are you trying to do
Gauri pov
Before Omi and Anika di
Do something to me I have to take an action
So I just began to cough a lot and held my stomach
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Kuch to log kahenge( people will talk)
FanfictionThis story will be written in English this is a romantic comedy story with a little tragedy. It is loosely based on the soap kuch to log kahenge and the plot has my spin on it This story is about love which faces struggles regarding age...